[Milliways] OOM: Ark in Space, Part 1
Dec. 4th, 2006 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
his_sarah_janeHe 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.
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.
