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Apr. 20th, 2007 04:37 pmWho’s your best friend and why?
As the Doctor pushed Sarah Jane onto the pavement, covering her body with his own, green slime mixed in with metallic debris fell like raindrops from the sky. She tried to crane her head behind her in an attempt to see the explosion, but the Doctor’s firm grip on her head prevented any movement of more than a couple of centimeters. Her eyes squeezed shut as drops of slime fell closer and closer to where the duo lay on the floor, not wanting to see any of the alien guts splatter in her face.
When the last piece of spaceship hit the grown, the Doctor slowly released his grip on Sarah Jane as he rose to his knees. She mimicked his movements rather quickly and the minute she was standing, her hands were exploring her hair and pulling out globs of slime.
“Oh, Doctor! Did we have to wait until the last minute to get off that thing?”
The Doctor nodded, although he seemed preoccupied. Sarah Jane could hear the distant wail of police sirens – that’s what they got for blowing up an invisible alien saucer in the middle of Encanto Park, Phoenix, Arizona, United States, 1993 – but the Doctor seemed impervious to the sound. Instead, he continued to ravel up his long (and now gooey) scarf as he searched for something on the ground.
Sarah watched in confusion as the Doctor fell back on to his knees, investigating a specific pile of slime with interest sparkling in his blue eyes. His hand dug deeper and deeper into the green, almost lime in colour, glop until he pulled back suddenly and clamoured to his feet with a loud “Aha!”
Despite the fact that the sirens were getting closer and closer and Sarah wanted to return to the TARDIS more and more for a proper shower, she couldn’t help her curiosity. Taking a few steps closer, she leaned over the Doctor’s arm to see the object in his fist.
“I believe,” he began with a manic smile as his fingers worked at undoing knot, “that this one belongs to you, Sarah Jane.”
Seconds later, a gold-coloured bracelet fell into her hand and Sarah wiped at the small star charm to read the word ‘best,’ engraved in to the star with red paint. She laughed, especially when she saw the Doctor clean up her bracelet’s twin (in all except word, his being ‘friend’ instead of ‘best’) before trying to get it around his thick wrist. Normally, she was sure that it would be stuffed in his pocket. But she was there, and for whatever reason after that narrow escape, the Doctor had decided to humour her.
She got hers on in a snap, ignoring the squelch of slime on skin as she fastened the bracelet close, and raised an eyebrow at the Doctor. “Need help there?”
“If you don’t mind,” the Doctor said, depositing his bracelet in her hand before sticking the wrist out at her.
“And you said that it was a daft idea when I brought these,” Sarah said with a chuckle as she wrapped the bracelet around his arm. “I think they’ve turned out to be quite useful in stopping the Partharian invasion. Not to mention pretty.”
“I had only said that no Cyberman would ever believe this trinket is made out of real gold. They would know the difference immediately,” he defended, almost in an indignant tone. “But yes, throwing them in the intake manifold did do the trick. And I did appreciate the sentiment behind the bracelet, Sarah. You are my best friend, after all.”
“And you’re mine.” She gave his wrist a small pat after closing the bracelet around him and winked up at him. “Even if I question why sometimes. I mean, if it’s not Daleks or Cybermen, it’s alien slime or yet another insult towards the human species and well, Doctor, it can all get rather irksome after a while.”
“Oh, but Sarah!” The Doctor pouted at her, and continued to do so as they began to walk away from the mess on the golf course behind them, leaving the Phoenix police department to sort out the confused abductees. “I would think that I’ve been a better friend than that.”
“Oh, you’ve been the best,” Sarah Jane replies, “for a variety of reasons, least of all being that you have an awfully nice smile when you’re not busy pouting.”
That last reason did the trick much better than any friendship bracelet in an intake manifold ever would in getting him to smile, just for her.
The Doctor: Have you met Miss Smith? She’s my best friend.
Chase: Is she? And still beautifully intact, I see.
Sarah Jane: I try my best, under the circumstances.
-The Seeds of Doom
As the Doctor pushed Sarah Jane onto the pavement, covering her body with his own, green slime mixed in with metallic debris fell like raindrops from the sky. She tried to crane her head behind her in an attempt to see the explosion, but the Doctor’s firm grip on her head prevented any movement of more than a couple of centimeters. Her eyes squeezed shut as drops of slime fell closer and closer to where the duo lay on the floor, not wanting to see any of the alien guts splatter in her face.
When the last piece of spaceship hit the grown, the Doctor slowly released his grip on Sarah Jane as he rose to his knees. She mimicked his movements rather quickly and the minute she was standing, her hands were exploring her hair and pulling out globs of slime.
“Oh, Doctor! Did we have to wait until the last minute to get off that thing?”
The Doctor nodded, although he seemed preoccupied. Sarah Jane could hear the distant wail of police sirens – that’s what they got for blowing up an invisible alien saucer in the middle of Encanto Park, Phoenix, Arizona, United States, 1993 – but the Doctor seemed impervious to the sound. Instead, he continued to ravel up his long (and now gooey) scarf as he searched for something on the ground.
Sarah watched in confusion as the Doctor fell back on to his knees, investigating a specific pile of slime with interest sparkling in his blue eyes. His hand dug deeper and deeper into the green, almost lime in colour, glop until he pulled back suddenly and clamoured to his feet with a loud “Aha!”
Despite the fact that the sirens were getting closer and closer and Sarah wanted to return to the TARDIS more and more for a proper shower, she couldn’t help her curiosity. Taking a few steps closer, she leaned over the Doctor’s arm to see the object in his fist.
“I believe,” he began with a manic smile as his fingers worked at undoing knot, “that this one belongs to you, Sarah Jane.”
Seconds later, a gold-coloured bracelet fell into her hand and Sarah wiped at the small star charm to read the word ‘best,’ engraved in to the star with red paint. She laughed, especially when she saw the Doctor clean up her bracelet’s twin (in all except word, his being ‘friend’ instead of ‘best’) before trying to get it around his thick wrist. Normally, she was sure that it would be stuffed in his pocket. But she was there, and for whatever reason after that narrow escape, the Doctor had decided to humour her.
She got hers on in a snap, ignoring the squelch of slime on skin as she fastened the bracelet close, and raised an eyebrow at the Doctor. “Need help there?”
“If you don’t mind,” the Doctor said, depositing his bracelet in her hand before sticking the wrist out at her.
“And you said that it was a daft idea when I brought these,” Sarah said with a chuckle as she wrapped the bracelet around his arm. “I think they’ve turned out to be quite useful in stopping the Partharian invasion. Not to mention pretty.”
“I had only said that no Cyberman would ever believe this trinket is made out of real gold. They would know the difference immediately,” he defended, almost in an indignant tone. “But yes, throwing them in the intake manifold did do the trick. And I did appreciate the sentiment behind the bracelet, Sarah. You are my best friend, after all.”
“And you’re mine.” She gave his wrist a small pat after closing the bracelet around him and winked up at him. “Even if I question why sometimes. I mean, if it’s not Daleks or Cybermen, it’s alien slime or yet another insult towards the human species and well, Doctor, it can all get rather irksome after a while.”
“Oh, but Sarah!” The Doctor pouted at her, and continued to do so as they began to walk away from the mess on the golf course behind them, leaving the Phoenix police department to sort out the confused abductees. “I would think that I’ve been a better friend than that.”
“Oh, you’ve been the best,” Sarah Jane replies, “for a variety of reasons, least of all being that you have an awfully nice smile when you’re not busy pouting.”
That last reason did the trick much better than any friendship bracelet in an intake manifold ever would in getting him to smile, just for her.
