[Our Magic Place] Muse Prompt #19
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his_sarah_janeYour favorite possession has climbed to the top of the Empire State Building and is threatening to jump. Talk your beloved item out of jumping by expressing your love and letting it know why it's so important to you.
“Oh, K-9! Oh, get back here, won’t you?”
Sarah Jane stood with her back and palms flattened to the wall of the Empire State Building, trying rather hard not to look down. Heights had never been her strong suit, and at this moment, she felt dizzier than at any other time. It probably had something less to do with being pressed back against the wall of the building, back flat and palms clutching paint, and more to do with the whole reason she had snuck out of the Observatory in the first place.
“K-9!”
That flipping dog! For the life of her, she couldn’t remember what had possessed her to bring him with her to New York while on assignment. Maybe it was because he was a recent acquisition to Sarah’s collection of oddities – a gift she had received from the Doctor last Christmas – and one that meant more to her than anything else she owned in the universe. She hadn’t been ready to part with it yet, not even for a week.
And now…now she was chasing him throughout the Empire State Building, past the Observatory and in to the Staff Only entrance and up more stairs to the very top of the tower. An area where, Sarah Jane could note quickly enough, only those workers with absolutely no paranoia of falling away from the antennae tower and to the concrete below should go. It was clearly an area she should never be, and she felt sick as the wind ruffled her hair.
“You daft metal dog! Don’t tell me you’re malfunctioning already!” It would be like the Doctor to give her something that would start having problems within months. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, willing for the wind to stop so she could inch around the corner a few more steps to where K-9 sat too close to the railing. “Oh, K-9!”
“Yes, Mistress?”
At last! It had taken him long enough, but with the response came the release of a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. Slowly, Sarah Jane opened her eyes and carefully glanced over to her pet, careful not to let her view dip too far below the horizon. She smiled weakly at him, and tried nodding to the open door.
“K-9,” she began, trying to be stern but unable to keep the quiver of fear from her voice, “we ought to go back inside. We don’t belong here.”
They seemed like silly words, coming from her, but at the moment Sarah Jane would honestly and wholeheartedly comply with rules if it meant getting off this narrow balcony.
“Negative, Mistress. My task is not yet complete.”
Sarah sighed, rather audibly. Oh, that dog! It would figure that any former pet of the Doctor’s would be just as stubborn as he was! As patiently as she was capable of, Sarah asked, “And what task is that?”
“To jump,” came the quick and assertive robotic reply. “I need to see if my primary repulsion jets are still in functioning order. This building appears to be a superior location for the test. It fits all qualifications, including your concern of human passer-byers, Mistress.”
“My concern of…K-9! You can’t be serious, can you? Um, ah… oh, I really don’t think the top of the Empire State Building is where we should be having this conversation right now.”
“Negative, Mistress.”
“Oh no you don’t,” Sarah Jane replied, reaching out with one hesitant hand towards the robot dog. “That should be ‘affirmative, Mistress,’ not negative. Get back here, K-9. I’m not losing you over some daft test!”
“Your concern has been noted,” K-9 replied, ears twitching as he spoke. He moved closer to the edge and Sarah Jane gasped. “However, it is unnecessary.”
“No it isn’t!”
She winced, sighing. Sarah had never liked begging, but it seemed as if right now, her stubborn dog was giving her no choice. She was determined never to let anything happen to him. He was her last connection to the Doctor. And more than that, he had become her friend and companion. One who had become as dear to her as his previous owner. If K-9 jumped and if his jets really weren’t working, Sarah Jane would never forgive herself. He was her responsibility. He was her friend.
“K-9, we’ll do flying lessons at home. Right now, I just don’t want anything to happen to you. You’re my best friend, the only one I have left. Please, K-9? Please?” Sarah’s eyes glistened with budding tears. “This is positively barmy to do this here. Adequate or not, can’t we start with something smaller? I love you.”
The dog turned its head, and Sarah could almost imagine him cocking it rather like a real dog. Its red eyes (if you could call them that) glowed, and she knew he was considering her request. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, K-9 rolled forward away from the edge of the top of the world, towards Sarah Jane and safety.
“Affirmative, Mistress.”
“Oh, K-9! Oh, get back here, won’t you?”
Sarah Jane stood with her back and palms flattened to the wall of the Empire State Building, trying rather hard not to look down. Heights had never been her strong suit, and at this moment, she felt dizzier than at any other time. It probably had something less to do with being pressed back against the wall of the building, back flat and palms clutching paint, and more to do with the whole reason she had snuck out of the Observatory in the first place.
“K-9!”
That flipping dog! For the life of her, she couldn’t remember what had possessed her to bring him with her to New York while on assignment. Maybe it was because he was a recent acquisition to Sarah’s collection of oddities – a gift she had received from the Doctor last Christmas – and one that meant more to her than anything else she owned in the universe. She hadn’t been ready to part with it yet, not even for a week.
And now…now she was chasing him throughout the Empire State Building, past the Observatory and in to the Staff Only entrance and up more stairs to the very top of the tower. An area where, Sarah Jane could note quickly enough, only those workers with absolutely no paranoia of falling away from the antennae tower and to the concrete below should go. It was clearly an area she should never be, and she felt sick as the wind ruffled her hair.
“You daft metal dog! Don’t tell me you’re malfunctioning already!” It would be like the Doctor to give her something that would start having problems within months. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, willing for the wind to stop so she could inch around the corner a few more steps to where K-9 sat too close to the railing. “Oh, K-9!”
“Yes, Mistress?”
At last! It had taken him long enough, but with the response came the release of a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. Slowly, Sarah Jane opened her eyes and carefully glanced over to her pet, careful not to let her view dip too far below the horizon. She smiled weakly at him, and tried nodding to the open door.
“K-9,” she began, trying to be stern but unable to keep the quiver of fear from her voice, “we ought to go back inside. We don’t belong here.”
They seemed like silly words, coming from her, but at the moment Sarah Jane would honestly and wholeheartedly comply with rules if it meant getting off this narrow balcony.
“Negative, Mistress. My task is not yet complete.”
Sarah sighed, rather audibly. Oh, that dog! It would figure that any former pet of the Doctor’s would be just as stubborn as he was! As patiently as she was capable of, Sarah asked, “And what task is that?”
“To jump,” came the quick and assertive robotic reply. “I need to see if my primary repulsion jets are still in functioning order. This building appears to be a superior location for the test. It fits all qualifications, including your concern of human passer-byers, Mistress.”
“My concern of…K-9! You can’t be serious, can you? Um, ah… oh, I really don’t think the top of the Empire State Building is where we should be having this conversation right now.”
“Negative, Mistress.”
“Oh no you don’t,” Sarah Jane replied, reaching out with one hesitant hand towards the robot dog. “That should be ‘affirmative, Mistress,’ not negative. Get back here, K-9. I’m not losing you over some daft test!”
“Your concern has been noted,” K-9 replied, ears twitching as he spoke. He moved closer to the edge and Sarah Jane gasped. “However, it is unnecessary.”
“No it isn’t!”
She winced, sighing. Sarah had never liked begging, but it seemed as if right now, her stubborn dog was giving her no choice. She was determined never to let anything happen to him. He was her last connection to the Doctor. And more than that, he had become her friend and companion. One who had become as dear to her as his previous owner. If K-9 jumped and if his jets really weren’t working, Sarah Jane would never forgive herself. He was her responsibility. He was her friend.
“K-9, we’ll do flying lessons at home. Right now, I just don’t want anything to happen to you. You’re my best friend, the only one I have left. Please, K-9? Please?” Sarah’s eyes glistened with budding tears. “This is positively barmy to do this here. Adequate or not, can’t we start with something smaller? I love you.”
The dog turned its head, and Sarah could almost imagine him cocking it rather like a real dog. Its red eyes (if you could call them that) glowed, and she knew he was considering her request. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, K-9 rolled forward away from the edge of the top of the world, towards Sarah Jane and safety.
“Affirmative, Mistress.”
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OOC
Date: 2007-07-11 10:24 pm (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2007-07-11 10:36 pm (UTC)