his_sarah_jane: (laugh)
"It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution" - Oscar Wilde

“You left me.”

Despite that hint of anger and frustration in her tone, she spoke with an icy calmness. Her once pretty face, now scarred with a line chasing down from left eyebrow to right cheek, held a sardonic sort of smile. Eyes that once sparkled with a joy and a thirst for life seemed empty now. There was still a deliberate gentleness to her touch, a reminder of the loving, eager, and adventurous girl she had once been.

Only five years prior.

“You left me,” she continued, running the tip of the knife blade along his neck. “It wasn’t South Croydon. Oh, it wasn’t even close. Wasn’t even Aberdeen, you see. After all, you do remember how the Kraals built that false Devesham, don’t you?”

She leaned closer to him. The knife fell back to her side as she blew gently on his ear. A small giggle escaped her as she remembered the events of so long ago. Then she whispered, “You do remember how easily we stopped them, then, using their own androids against them? We were brilliant, weren’t we?

They weren’t happy.”

Laughing with delight, she scampered away from him to fully take in his reaction. He was bound to the vertical table, feet and hands locked in place by heavy metal bands. His mouth was gagged and for once, oh for one of the few times since she had first met him, he couldn’t talk. It thrilled her, thrilled her so very much. His precious sonic screwdriver sat on a table not too far away, taunting him with its very presence.

But it was the eyes that got her the most. Those beautiful eyes were more haunted than she had ever seen them before. They were defeated.

Oh, it was beautiful.

“And you know what they did?” She skipped back over towards the table, running a hand lightly over his chest. Her fingers played with coat buttons and she laughed. “Experiments!

“Oh so many lovely little experiments, absolutely determined to perfect their virus! Never ever allowed to actually die, of course. I was the only human within miles.”

Her hand tightened on the hilt of the knife when an arm wrapped around her waist. She turned, breaking her gaze of him for the first time since her husband presented her with their anniversary gift. The blade pressed into the throat of the arm still holding on to her waist. Lips met despite the placement of the knife for a hot and heavy kiss.

“You see, Doctor,” she said afterwards, standing now apart from her husband. She played with the knife, using it to clean her nails as she spoke. “He rescued me. All those times, oh, all those many times you had me convinced that he wasn’t the villain. My darling Master. He saved me.

“And never even once abandoned me.”

She shook her head: once, twice, three times. Her eyes danced with anticipation. Her smile became predatory. “I understand now, Doctor. You… oh, you, the man that claimed to be my best friend, the man who left me to suffer… oh it’s you who is the true villain of this story.

“And,” Sarah Jane spoke with conviction. She raised the knife, held it still for a moment, and then let it fly through the air, straight towards the aorta joining his two hearts. “And, the villain always has to die.”

His final gasp was a death rattle more beautiful to her ears than any other noise she ever heard. She stood there, transfixed, as he failed to regenerate. That was that, then. A stray tear fell down her cheek. She brushed it away callously.

Warm arms wrapped around her waist again. This time, she did not flinch and only smiled when he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Are you all right, my dear?”

She laughed. “Oh, of course, darling. In fact, I feel absolutely wonderful!

“I confessed.”
his_sarah_jane: (writing)
105. TEN things you would leave to your loved ones (and who they are) when you die.

1. [Milliways] To my dearest James, I would leave all my possessions to do with as you please. I would hope more than anything that you would keep my wedding band and engagement ring to remember what we once had. However, I am praying that my life with you will be just as it is in the movies: long lives for the both of us, seeing Valerie grow and find a family of her own, and that happy ending we both deserve.

2. [Milliways] To Valerie, my darling daughter, I don’t care how old you are when I pass, but more than anything I want you to have the stuffed owl my father gave me. It’s one of my most treasured possessions, aside from you and your daddy, of course. I’d also want you to have my TARDIS key and remember that not everything you read in a fictional novel is, indeed, fictional.

3. [Milliways] Sam: my death was not James’ fault so don’t you dare go blaming him for it. If Valerie ever comes into bar, I’m trusting you to look after her. In fact, I’ll leave you my camera as a sign of good will. Use it well, eh?

4. [Canon] Doctor, take care of K-9, will you? He’s been an amazing friend all these years. Thank you for leaving him to me. Also, make sure Mr Smith doesn’t cause any havoc please.

5. [Canon] My aunt passed on to me her home and I want to pass it on to you, Luke. I never thought I would have a son, let alone one as brilliant as you have been. I know you will take care of all those daft alien gadgets I have lying around. You’ll always make me proud.

6. [Canon] Maria: I want you to take the alien communicator the Starpoet gave me. I hope it’ll aid you in your own adventures some day.

7. [Canon] I guess I didn’t make it, did I Harry? Tell my aunt that I was working as a journalistic correspondent for UNIT and died well. If I can trust anyone to do that job, it’s you. The Doctor’ll probably just leave my body where it is. I never pictured him for the sentimental type. See that my belongings in my South Croydon flat are taking care of? And keep the typewriter for yourself. It’s an antique, but still works quite well. She’s always served me well, at least.

8. [Twood Hub, future] Ewan, leman, I know you’ll outlive me. I know that you will find new loves after me. But I do hope that you won’t ever forget me. There are so many things I could leave you – most of my belongings as you (and our children) are the closest I have to family here. I would, however, specifically leave to you keep that necklace you gave me after the twins were conceived.

9. [Twood Hub] Gethin Jones, if my death is any way connected to you, I’m coming back and haunting you. That aside, you see, you’ve become one of my best mates here in Torchwood. So I want you to have that strange looking burnt golden plant sitting on my desk. It’s from Delta Upsilon Nine. I tried to leave it with the Doctor, but he insisted he was better off alone. Talk to it; you’ll be surprised.

10. [Twood Hub] You took me in when I had been left behind, gave me a new career that eventually led me back to the one I adore, and introduced me to the man I love. I don’t know how to ever repay you, Jack, for everything that you’ve done. It’s been some life working for you. Thank you. In my flat, I have a thickly bound first edition copy of the Sherlock Holmes adventures. We went back to visit Arthur years after our first encounter and he presented it to me as a thank you for the inspiration. Enjoy, will you?
his_sarah_jane: (bright grin)
1. Make a list of the gifts that you would give to other people, if money and power were no object.

[ooc: Individuals mentioned from a variety of different games/verses/what have you. Point is? They are all individuals on her friends list that Sarah has gifts in mind for.]

[livejournal.com profile] born_running: A trip about the galaxy, completely danger free and preferably with the Doctor and K-9 joining us.

[livejournal.com profile] callitavesper: What do you give the man who has given you something as precious as a daughter, a husband and a proper family? I wish I could give you everything your heart desired. In the end, I think the only gift I can give you is the promise that I will always, always be there for you. I love you. And, materialistically? It would most certainly be a framed photograph of our family.

[livejournal.com profile] clever_wanderer: I think a box of tissues might be appropriate, considering all the crying I seem to do around you. But any gift? I’d find some way to fix the TARDIS for you. I know you aren’t happy with the way she’s acting right now. I just… oh, I wish I could make everything right for you.

[livejournal.com profile] cocky_cockney: Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus. :D?

[livejournal.com profile] coffeekingianto: A pretty little China teapot and some Darjeeling tea. If that doesn’t convince you of tea’s value, I honestly don’t know what will.

[livejournal.com profile] eleventh_doctor: I think you need a bright pink teddy bear that says best mum. You certainly can be to Luke when you want to.

[livejournal.com profile] exiled_prof: Perhaps… oh, if I could give you anything? It might just be a child.

[livejournal.com profile] gethin_jones: An extra helmet for whenever he’s not alone on his bike.

[livejournal.com profile] hapan_heiress: A shopping spree at Hamley’s.

[livejournal.com profile] i_heart_winona: A weapon good enough to replace Wynonna.

[livejournal.com profile] izzie_mcphee: Most definitely a good pair of running shoes.

[livejournal.com profile] j_harkness11: I think I may just be willing to offer to babysit at some point so you and Ianto can enjoy some time alone.

[livejournal.com profile] londonsdaughter: A practical guide on how to travel with the Doctor, complete with illustrations on how to best thwack him when not listening. It’ll quite possibly be written by yours truly, if you don’t mind, Donna.

[livejournal.com profile] lost_a_hand: Not quite the best gift in the universe, but a banana milksahke and the promise to be the best companion I ever can from this point out. This time, I’m not giving you any reason to leave me behind.

[livejournal.com profile] lovetolongago: Another kiss. Or, if not, a trip for two to this new Earth we’ve found ourselves on.

[livejournal.com profile] ninewho: A silly Hawaiian shirt, the tackier the better. You need some sort of colour to brighten up your wardrobe.

[livejournal.com profile] not_on_her_own: I know the perfect gift for you, Maria: a leather bound journal so you can start some writings of your own.

[livejournal.com profile] not_tindog: A K-9 unit of your very own. Someone like you ought to have one.

[livejournal.com profile] notanarc: My prized typewriter. I need to give it up sometime, and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather give it to than a fellow journalist and a wonderful friend.

[livejournal.com profile] queenofmay: It may be a children’s book, but I think it might give you some insight to what women of both the modern world and the past are quite capable of: Lives of Extraordinary Women. And another book, Literature of the Women’s Suffrage Campaign in England. I do hope you find both useful.

[livejournal.com profile] rude_not_ginger: I think that, perhaps, I would want to get you a kitten. I have very fond memories of rather enjoying my time with a kitten who had your personality, after all.

[livejournal.com profile] shot_my_shoes: Your own little yacht. Then, if you wanted, you could have your own travels to gloat about someday.

[livejournal.com profile] slasherofprices: If I could control such matters, it would be another chance at life and this time with me and Luke in the picture.

[livejournal.com profile] thecricketer: Would you fancy a new cricket set? I’d even be willing to throw in a game or two with you, if you promise to make the odds more interesting. Say, winner has to treat the other to trip of his or her choice?

[livejournal.com profile] thedoctorwho: A part of me wishes that I could give you my promise that I’ll never do anything to make you cross again, but I know that isn’t true. So it would have to be a photograph I took one day when you were lounging about Milliways. So that you remember that you can always visit me here.

[livejournal.com profile] toshtosh: One of the Doctor’s old sonic screwdrivers.

[livejournal.com profile] velvetdoc: Some silly gizmo that you could have fun playing with. I wouldn’t understand it at all, of course, but I’m certain you’d try to explain to me anyway.

[livejournal.com profile] walkineternity: I would work up the courage to give you the absolute and honest truth about how much I adore you.

[livejournal.com profile] works_in_space: Most certainly another trip to James’ London.
his_sarah_jane: (adoration)
[Part 1]

The morning sun shone through the window, irking the still sleeping woman. She crawled up further against the man sprawled in bed with her. It was too early; she didn't want to wake yet. Not when, despite being in a 16th century hotel, she had had some of the best sleep she could remember. Not when she went to bed the prior night completely sated.

Sarah Jane yawned gently as she tried to find a new crook on his chest to hide against. Last night had been... completely and utterly romantic. The ball in the plaza and then witnessing the Doctor's flirtatious side first hand. Making love had never quite lived up to its name before.

You could see why, then, she was loathe to face the morning. It was rather difficult, considering just how content she felt laying in his arms
his_sarah_jane: (by the tardis)
Morning sickness is still keeping Sarah from fully sleeping in. So despite the long night she and James had, she's up early the next morning. After the morning practicalities are done, Sarah Jane scrawls a quick not to James. This isn't how she ever intended to start her first day as a legally married woman. But, she finds, it's the way she finds she has to.

Five minutes later and Sarah is pounding on the door of the TARDIS, still parked where she had seen it last prior to the wedding. She doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, she digs out her key and opens the door that is slammed behind her.

"Doctor! Oh, Doctor, I know you're in here! You promised, Doctor!"

Sarah's hands clench into fists as the tears fill her eyes. Not getting a response right away, she slumps against the TARDIS console, falling to the ground. Right now, crying is so much easier than remaining angry.
his_sarah_jane: (frowny)
Part I

When Sarah awoke, it was to a mess of tangled limbs and blankets. It had been a rough night for both of them, neither really getting a decent amount of sleep. While the bed wasn't quite designed for two, that hadn't been much of a problem. She had slept mostly wrapped around him, and neither complained. What had kept them up was his coughing. It frightened her, more than she thought possible.

His fever had spiked in the night, causing her to consistently run out of bed to get a new damp cloth for his forehead. This wasn't a good sign at all. Sarah Jane had no idea how long it was until the toxins killed him, but at this rate, she was certain it would be soon.

Exhausted, she started to cry.
his_sarah_jane: (travelling is fun)
[Prologue.]

Sarah Jane was still mildly grumpy with the Doctor when she had entered the console room, her still damp hair clinging to her cheeks. But after a good half hour or so of relaxing in a rather velvety and soft bubble bath reading the start of Pride and Prejudice (a much more respectable novel than one of those silly romance ones the Doctor had previously goaded her about), her temple had certainly relaxed.

Now she even sort of smiled at him as she walked closer to where he stood, dark blue skirt swishing about her knees. Sarah took in the blinking lights on the console and the flashing screen. She had thought that she felt a familiar jerk of the TARDIS as she had walked down the twisting maze to arrive here. It didn't take much to put two and two together.

So Sarah looked up at him, curious. "Does this mean we're almost there then?"
his_sarah_jane: (older!sarah - sonic lipstick)
Pick one of the following items, and write a fic about it...

Something old
Something new
Something borrowed
Something blue


It wasn’t much to look at, but still Sarah Jane kept it on the top of her night table, letting it stand out among books and clocks and clutter like the prized possession it was. It was old and broken – it hadn’t worked in years – and becoming slightly rusted. It wasn’t anything one would imagine deserved such a prestigious position in someone’s bedroom. In fact, perhaps the only thing that stood out less was the photograph behind it; blue tinted due to abysmal processing and dog eared thanks to years of being carried around in books and bags.

She had borrowed it off the Doctor years and years ago, when he hadn’t been looking and she had needed it to attempt and repair the desk in her room. She had seen a couple of sonic screwdrivers lying around the TARDIS and had figured that one missing wouldn’t matter all that much. And despite initial confusion on the Doctor’s part (and a sheepish admittance on hers), it really had not mattered much. And she had gotten to keep it in the end.

-- “You mean to tell me that all this time you’ve been walking around with a sonic screwdriver as well?”

“Oh, it wasn’t as if I meant to! I just borrowed it one day and forgot. Besides, it came in handy today, didn’t it?”

“Yes. Yes it did, Sarah. You clever girl! The Hilns would never have thought to check a twentieth century human—

“Doctor!”

“I quite mean it as a compliment. Perhaps you should keep it, then. The sonic screwdriver you borrowed may come in handy again one day.”

“I certainly think it will.”--


Sometimes Sarah wished that it would still come in handy. Perhaps she had wished for it to magically repair itself most of all the day K-9 broke down for good, leaving her unable to repair him and best friendless for the second time in her life. But whatever powered the sonic screwdriver had long since died, leaving it an empty shell full of old memories. It no longer possessed the same power it once held, but the one it contained now was perhaps (when not lamenting the loss of K-9) even better.

One look at the screwdriver, placed so carefully next the picture of smiling faces wrapped in a scarf, and she remembered.

She remembered first meeting him. She remembered the first time she saw the device in action. Her first trip in the TARDIS, her first trip to another time, her first trip to another world. She remembered times with UNIT and times without. She remembered Harry and she remembered the Brigadier and she remembered all those other faces that had entered her life because of him.

And, of course, whenever she looked at the device, she remembered the Doctor. He was her best friend. You can’t ever forget your best friend. But more than that, he was the man she gave her heart to. No one else would ever compare. That was the real reason why the tarnished and broken screwdriver would always remain where it was.
his_sarah_jane: (by the tardis)
She had noticed that it was back for a couple of days now. That familiar blue box that would always be a home away from home, standing proudly somewhere by the lake. But Sarah Jane had been too busy trying to think of a way to tell the Doctor (oh, it shouldn't be this flipping hard but it is) about Certain Events to even bother trying to approach it.

Finally, waiting and thinking gets to be too much. After taking a deep breath, she gathers her blanket and notebook and walks over to the TARDIS. Sarah fishes out her key, opens the door, and peers inside.

"Doctor? Are you here?"
his_sarah_jane: (the travelling trio)
“Oof!” The Doctor’s hat falls forward on her head, the brim covering Sarah’s eyes shortly after she collides with a taller and broader body that had been walking in the opposite direction just seconds ago. After taking a few seconds to steady herself, one hand pushing up on the hat as the other clutches the strip of photographs in her hand. When a face comes in to focus, she scoffs. “Harry Sullivan, what are you doing here?”

“I could be asking you the same thing,” comes the reply, as Harry readjusts the scarf around his neck. “The Doctor sent me to find you when you hadn’t shown up and – I say, what’s that you’ve got there, old girl?”

Sarah Jane blinks and looks down at the paper in her hand and flushes lightly despite herself. Oh, what had she been thinking, walking into the TARDIS holding the only piece of evidence of her latest trip to Milliways? In her defence, it wasn’t as if she had thought she would encounter anyone between this door and her room, thinking she’d have just enough time to hide the photographs under her pillow before rushing to meet up with the Doctor and Harry in the console room. It never quite seems to work that way, she realizes now, as her face grows stern.

“Oh, it’s absolutely nothing, Harry. Least of all any of your business.”

He shakes his head, taking a step forward and tilting his head to try to get a better view of the strip. Harry’s eyes narrow and as he stretches a hand forward, Sarah pulls hers back closer towards her chest. The action does nothing but increase the suspicion in his eyes. “Is that a bloke in those pictures, Sarah?”

“Harry-”

“I didn’t realize you were seeing someone,” he interrupts, and for a moment there Sarah thinks she sees a slightly crestfallen look on his face. But surely that’s in her imagination, eh? “Not with… well, I guess I just never really considered it.”

At that, she sighs, taking one last look at the picture strip – of hers and James’ smiling faces and his attempts to kiss her neck in one of the photographs and that one in which his face is filled with nothing but shock – before burying it in the pocket of her blue blazer. Letting out another breath, she looks up at Harry with all seriousness.

“It’s. It’s something that started just recently and please don’t mention this to anyone, especially the Doctor,” Sarah Jane starts, suddenly feeling very foolish. Not mention to the Doctor? That was a rather daft thing to say, wasn’t it? Why did she even—She shook the thoughts away. There were too many, and as strange as it felt to be back from her extended stay in Milliways, it didn’t feel strange at all. “

So it is back to the reasoning. “I don’t want to give him any reason not to let me tag along on his travels, you see. And James, well, he knows I’ll be gone sometimes and he--” He is grinning. Harry is grinning at her. Sarah stops mid-sentence and stares. “Harry! I don’t see anything funny about this situation.”

He chuckles, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Your secret’s safe with me, old girl. Although, I would like to meet the chap someday. I didn’t see much by those photographs of yours, but he looks like a decent enough fellow. If I’m going to be keeping quiet, I want to make sure.”

“Harry, I don’t need you to protect me,” Sarah says with a sigh. It’s easier than admitting that he’ll probably never meet James. It’s a rather strange image that pops into her head, trying to imagine Harry in a place like Milliways. Best not to. “As I’ve shown time and time again, I’m perfectly capable of--”

“Ah, but you’re jumping to conclusions, Sarah. I’m only saying this as your friend, no injury meant at all to your aptitudes,” he answers with a humorous tone in his voice. It makes her smile softly, chuckling softly at the absurdity of this whole conversation. In the middle of the TARDIS no less, where just about anyone could—

“And what’s this? The two of you having a chat without me when the Brigadier so direly needs me?”

Of course. Today was just the day for interruptions. Harry’s hand drops immediately back to his side and Sarah looks up at the Doctor innocently, quickly pushing aside all thoughts of Milliways. She’ll have time to dwell on them later. Right now, she is here for a reason after all. Which includes laughing at the Doctor’s choice of wardrobe (especially that silly plaid hat), something she had managed to forget in the past few weeks.

“Come on, get a move on,” the Doctor barked, pointing a finger down the hallway. “There is absolutely nothing amusing about this, Sarah Jane. The Brigadier better have a good enough reason to drag us two hundred and seventy million miles to clean up his mess. Let’s hop to it, shall we?”

There’s shared amusement as Sarah falls in step behind Harry and the Doctor marches them outwards and in to Scottish countryside, far from any nearby highway. After laughter is silenced with another mock-serious glare from the Doctor, he pulls out a device to guide them to a road (or so he hopes, Sarah can’t help but think).

Steps later, after a fortuitous car ride by the serious looking and rather medieval thinking Duke of Forgill, they reach the inn in which UNIT has set up camp. It’s after the Duke bids his farewell and Sarah Jane and the Doctor finally stop teasing Brigadier Lethbridge-Steward for his kilt that answers for their return are finally obtained:

“Doctor, the destruction of these rigs is a complete mystery. Do you want more men to die?”
his_sarah_jane: (quite pretty)
It was pretty and sunny with hardly a cloud in the sky. There was a small breeze blowing around the bench Sarah Jane waited on, ruffling her hair and the light blue skirt. It really was beautiful out today, the perfect weather in her opinion for a first date.

Leaning back in the bench, legs crossed and eyes closed, Sarah smiled contently into the sun as she waited for the Doctor to show up. He'd be here eventually, and until then, there was nothing better to do than enjoy the weather.
his_sarah_jane: (grin)
It isn't that hard to steal away from the Doctor (her Doctor, the fourth version of him as she reminds herself) and the TARDIS to go find another one while he consults with the Brigadier over some matter or other that Sarah Jane can't bring herself to bother with.

It's a quick trip back to her flat in Croydon where she and the Doctor (the other one, the one from that odd place filled with such a strange collection of people) agree to meet. Meeting outside of that place is a rather exciting - if not nerve-wracking - thought, and so, Sarah can't help but pace around nervously as she waits on the street corner for him to show up.
his_sarah_jane: (happy)
Sarah Jane has never claimed to be the world's best cook. But she has always enjoyed it, ever since she was old enough to help her aunt out in the kitchen. Cooking had been a bonding experience for Sarah back then - a chance for her and her aunt to talk after long days at school and work - and even now, it makes her smile as she remembers those days.

It doesn't matter at all to her that her favourite jumper here (a fuzzy blue thing that keeps her quite warm) is now covered with bits of flour and eggs. Or that her hair is now streaked along the edges with butter. What matters is this: breakfast is now almost done (and smells rather good, if you ask her) and the Doctor will be here soon.

The table is set for two (she doesn't quite want to bother with waking James or Vesper this early) with a bowl of fruit in the center. The pot of tea boils on the stove, and a pitcher of mango juice (much better than orange) sits near the fruit bowl. There's fried bread out on the table, near a small container of butter, grilled tomatoes and mushrooms, eggs (sunny side up), bacon, baked beans, and chips. Quite possibly enough food to feed an army, but Sarah doesn't care.

She grabs a plate for the sausages that are almost finished frying, enjoying all the aromas in the air. Now, all that she really needs is for her guest to show up.
his_sarah_jane: (surprised)
It doesn’t seem like Earth at all. There weren’t any pigeons at Trafalgar Square, and oh, it was just so quiet. Grass and plants and absolutely no remains of any buildings. It’s empty and abandoned, and even with Harry beside her Sarah’s a little bit frightened. Not that she’d ever let him know, of course. But it is empty. This Earth is just too empty.

She follows Harry (well, mostly follows seeing as Sarah is too busy constantly looking around her to keep up with her friend) on a trail leading off further away from the Doctor. It’s peaceful, she’ll give it that. Certainly not the London she knows…a London that is dead now for twenty-odd centuries. She gets a chill from that thought, suddenly realising just how far away from home they were. It’s not at all what Sarah Jane had imagined. No, not at all.

“Hey Sarah, come and have a look at this.”

She turns around just in time to see Harry stumble and fall down – down something! Sarah runs forward, no longer looking at her surroundings and shouts after him. She stops at the edge of the cliff, kneels, and looks down at…

…oh, oh Harry! “Harry, are you alright?”

But he doesn’t look alright. He looks unconscious and oh, she does hope it’s only a lack of conscious and not something far worse. For a few seconds, Sarah is frozen with fear, praying that the UNIT doctor wasn’t dead.





Oh Harry!

Sarah Jane beams when she sees him get up, rubbing at his head and quickly examining for no broken bones. Oh, he’s such a man, isn’t he? To tumble forth like that, not at all watching his step. Typically, though, Sarah thought Harry was one of the more thoughtful ones. Old fashioned, yes, but still thoughtful. But…wait, what’s that?

On closer examination, Sarah notices all the twigs. Those twigs right at the edge of the pit, covering the hole with their careful arrangement. Her eyes narrow as she picks up one with a gloved hand to study. This isn’t normal, no. This isn’t right at all. “Harry, the edge of the whole has been covered!”

Oh god, this is far from right for an abandoned planet!

And that, of course, leaves Sarah Jane Smith with one option, doesn’t it?






The Doctor wasn’t there though. The Doctor wasn’t there and only his sonic screwdriver was and no matter how hard Sarah yelled for him, there was no answer. He was gone. Vanished or abducted or worse. And when she had returned to the pit, she had discovered Harry was gone too.

It had scared her – positively and absolutely frightened her. Here she was, stranded on some alien (well, Earth or not it was far enough in to the future to seem alien to her!) planet dressed in a bright yellow rain slicker and trousers, with orange boots and a bright blue hat. Why, she was a walking advertisement for these things (abductors) to come get her next! This…this really wasn’t turning out to be such a good day now after all.

And now, now she had been abducted herself. But that…that’s an overstatement, she realises shortly enough when this odd sound, definitely not human, fills the air. There’s something nearby, and judging by how still her captor is right now, it’s probably not something good either. After the noise goes away, the man releases her and explanations and introductions are made quickly enough.

Or, at least, introductions are. His name is Roth and he’s a spaceman, given the clothing he’s dressed in, and he’s very, very frightened of the odd noise – machine. And an alien in the rocks.

An alien, Sarah Jane realises a half hour later after being captured alongside Roth, that’s all too familiar.















Lynx.

But how had that Sontaran survived his spaceship exploding? Oh, whatever the reason, Sarah thinks as she stands there gaping, the Doctor had better recover from his fall into that same pit into which Harry had disappeared. She and Roth are going to need him.

And soon!
his_sarah_jane: (the travelling trio)
Sarah’s in a bright mood when she walks out of the TARDIS back into the ark. Now well rested after her extended stay in Milliways, she’s more eager than ever to go with the Doctor to this 31st century Earth. An Earth wrecked by solar flares far off in her future…oh, how exciting!

Her small camera gets stuffed into a pant pocket as she races down the hall of the TARDIS, hearing the Doctor shout her name. Oh, the impatient man! But oh, how she had missed him. How she had missed this -- the knowledge and anticipation of another adventure about to begin instead of simply dosing her days around writing and reading. She grins brightly as she passes by Harry in the ark.

“Coming,” she chimes, running in to the control room as she pulls on one sleeve of her yellow raincoat. “Here’s your coat.”

Sarah Jane rushes up to the Doctor and holds out his coat (black and rather plain) for him, helping him dress. He grunts a thank you when she hands him the TARDIS key and walks over to one of the transmat stands, next to the Doctor’s. Harry’s on the other side, and there’s a quick wink over at him while she pulls on her hat.

The Doctor looks back and forth between them. “I don’t remember inviting you two.”

Of course he doesn’t. But honestly, he should know better by now. Sarah’s briefly reminded of that last conversation she had with James before leaving, and she grins, tilting her head towards the Doctor.

“Uh, no. You didn’t. But here we are.” It’s completed with a smile.

Harry adds in his own excuse and the Doctor shrugs, throwing Vira his bags of Jelly Babies before she feels the tingle of the transmat beam and---













---“Ooff!”

Oh, that had hurt. That had hurt dreadfully. By the mouthful of dirt and the smell of non-processed air, not to mention the fact that she appears to be no longer standing, Sarah Jane Smith knows she’s not on Nerva anymore. She can faintly hear Harry and the Doctor talk from somewhere in the distance (maybe over that hill – is that a hill?) and she wants them to come and dig her out of this mess.

So she does the one thing she can only think of as she kicks her legs back and forth above the pit. Sarah Jane screams for help.

It’s a good thing only Harry and the Doctor are around. She doesn’t know how she’d otherwise live down this one.

“Help!” she screams again, trying her hardest to get out from this pit. Finally, she can make out a pair of hands above her and she grabs hold, grunting as she stands. Oh, that did hurt. There’s a sharp pain in her back, but she still smiles, relieved to finally be on two feet again.

“Okay old thing?”



He’s still calling her that. Sarah had almost forgotten, what with all that time spent in Milliways the past couple of weeks. She sighs, still smiling, and looks at him. “Harry, I’m not a thing.”

But then they’re off to see what the Doctor’s up to (after another moment of awkward conversation – honestly, Harry). It’s still slightly painful to walk, but finally, Sarah runs ahead as the last of the pain in her back dissipates. She stops in front of the Doctor, and giving in to a whim of playfulness, Sarah pulls the flap of her hat down and stares at him while she clears her throat.

Oh, that Doctor. Too caught up in his own work to notice her stranded in that pit! Well!

Oh, she’s looking well. So maybe he did notice her after all. Sarah beams at Harry with an unspoken ‘I told you so’. The Doctor would pause in his work to notice her after all. It makes her happy, that is until the Doctor suggests that she and Harry push off. So much for a break from his work. Devices and technology are interesting, but only to a degree. So she goes off, trailing behind Harry.

…wait, what was that about Trafalgar Square?
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When Sarah wakes up again, she’s in another room all together. It’s not the control room that the Doctor and Harry had left her in, lying on the couch, but a room filled with what appears to be, well, human caskets! And there’s and Harry helping her out, both rather happy to see her. There’s someone else in here too, a woman with short hair (Vira, she finds out) watching them converse, and the Doctor’s no where in sight.

Everything is explained soon enough. The giant insect lying on the floor isn’t from Earth – it’s an alien that got onboard while the Arc’s inhabitants were asleep, and was the cause of all this trouble. But that isn’t everything, as she soon finds out. The alien left larvae, larvae still currently on the ship.

When Sarah and Harry finally find the Doctor, he’s unconscious. “Doctor!” Sarah screams, running up to him and falling down on her knees in concern. But then he wakes up and she laughs, relieved. Quickly, they’re off on a hunt for Noah – the apparent leader of this satellite.

But Noah isn’t himself. Somehow, and oh how Sarah doesn’t want to know how, he was infected by the grub crawling around. It’s altered him, changing him into a frightening bug-like creature, but as fearful as Sarah Jane is, she’s with the Doctor. He’ll figure something out. Harry wants to leave, but Sarah knows the Doctor too well to know he will let them do that just yet.

And figure it out they do. The giant insects (oh, they are repulsive to look at – perhaps the oddest of all life forms she’s encountered since travelling with the Doctor) want to use the still sleeping colonists (the survivors of a 31st century Earth that was wrecked by solar flares) as nests to lay their young. But of course, the Doctor won’t allow for it. And this time, to Sarah’s pride, it’s her that comes up with the life-saving idea:

The escape shuttle has enough energy to power the electric field the Doctor wants to use to protect the sleepers.

Oh men! If only they would just put aside their arrogance for once and listen!

It’s how she winds up crawling through a narrow triangular vent, tugging a cord from the cargo hold to where the Doctor awaits, setting up the rest of the circuitry. And oh, the Doctor! Insulting her and telling her he should have relied on someone else to do the job and oh, how infuriating! And then he’s telling her how proud he is, and well, he’s nothing but a:

“Brute! Oh, you horrible man!”

But they’re laughing and smiling at each other, despite the danger that awaits them outside the now working electric field. Soon enough, a plan is concocted to rid the ship of the horrible insects and it works. But there’s a casualty. Not only was Noah lost, now more man than insect, but so was one of the technicians – sacrificed so the Doctor and everyone on board could live. She grieves the loss of life, but her happiness to have the Doctor safe and sound outweighs all.

Somehow, in someway, they had done it again.
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He had finally decided on a place to go, shortly after Sarah returned from Milliways and her conversation with his future self. She decided that maybe – for the sake of time and to prevent paradoxes and all that other barmy-sounding material the Doctor always went on about – it would be best not to mention it. But still, she was sure he knew that something was wrong by the big smile that greeted him, and the tight hug.

She had stayed up the rest of the night (or whatever doubled for that here on the TARDIS) talking with him, not wanting to leave his side yet. But he didn’t seem to mind, as he continued to mind the TARDIS and work on a control panel while she chattered away.

It was good, and reassuring, and everything made Milliways and the future Doctor seem so far away. Sarah Jane was surprised the next morning (or whenever she woke up) to find herself back in her own quarters, on her bed, and smiled at the random act of kindness. She got dressed and then hurried off to find the Doctor and Harry, only to find them soon enough, arguing by the control system in the console room.

Harry was standing up from inspecting something as the Doctor glared at him, clearly annoyed. Before Sarah could get word in, a light went off to signal de-materialization, and the Doctor gave Harry one more glare before grabbing a torch and walking outside, yelling, “You’re a clumsy, ham-fisted idiot!”

Sarah shook her head. They were acting like such men. It was all rather annoying, and Harry wasn’t walking out of the TARDIS fast enough for her taste. Grabbing a candle, she pushed him out, momentarily confused when he states that someone’s gone.

“Who’s gone?”

“I mean, this isn’t,” he began, looking around the dark room in amazement, “we aren’t where we were when…I’ve gone mad.”

At that, she can’t help but smile. It was reassuring to hear someone else just as confused as she was on her first trip on the TARDIS. But this wasn’t the moon, and as Sarah told him brightly that this was exactly how she felt the first time, she walked over to the Doctor, placing a hand on his arm. “Where are we, Doctor?”

“No idea.”

***

By now, the Doctor was ignoring her, busy exploring the strange white room and talking to Harry. It was a step up from playing with that darn yo-yo, but still infuriating just the same. Especially because, to all intents and purposes, it appeared as if they were in someplace long abandoned with low oxygen levels that were starting to get to Sarah’s head.

Before she tried to scold the Doctor again, something caught her eye and she walked over to a wall, bending down at what looked like a door. After a few seconds of fiddling around with it, it opened to another white room.

“Hey, Doctor,” she whispered loudly, but was once again ignored. So with an annoyed snort and a stamp of her foot, she made her way into the new room. Hopefully, the Doctor would come to his senses soon enough and follow.

Inside, there was something that looked like a couch, a desk and a chair, and a few switches. The switches were what looked the most interesting, so Sarah walked over, and starts to toggle with some of the switches, trying to see if one of them - any of them – would turn on more lights or let more oxygen into this place.

When nothing happened, she turned away back to go back to the door. The Doctor hadn’t come in yet and – oh, oh no! The door had somehow closed and Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, banging hard against the door, shouting for the Doctor (he has to come save me, he always comes to save me!) as she struggled to breathe.

But the lack of air got to her quicker than the Doctor could, and Sarah fell unconscious on to the floor. When she woke up, she was lying on a couch with Harry standing over her, calling her old girl for the hundredth time. Oh, if he…

“Call me ‘old girl’ again and…and I’ll spit in your eye,” she got out, more awake now than moments before. She smiled nicely at Harry, and then her smile grew wider when she saw the Doctor in the room with them.

“Welcome back, Sarah Jane,” he said.

“Couldn’t breathe,” she replied, giving him a look. Giving both of them a look.

“Drop of brandy would be the thing now,” was Harry’s response, followed by the Doctor telling him there was some in the TARDIS.

Oh, ew. Brandy. Those…those men! Her annoyance (and the prospect of being forced to drink brandy) was enough to fully wake her up. “I hate brandy!”

Both ignored her anyway, and they head back to the TARDIS, leaving Sarah alone. But that’s alright, because a soothing music started to play, and she had forgotten all about the brandy and the shots outside the room, and sleep seemed like just the right idea right now…

She never even noticed the transmat beam that slowly faded her out of the room.

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