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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