[Meme] From ninth_doctor

[his_sarah_jane]

Comment with a topic of five things that never happened with your muse and Sarah Jane, and I will write it out.



Please do give my mun time to write it, please. She is still not feeling a hundred percent and has a lot of school work to catch up with as well. But she will, certainly.

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[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

FIVE ACTION-PACKED ADVENTURES STARING MR. & MRS. 007*

* Not the one who looks like amateur_spy.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

1: She hadn't meant for this to happen. At age thirty-four, Sarah Jane believed herself incapable of being kidnapped anymore. Yet, it had turned out that Hugo Drax had not been as reformed as he had claimed to be. Like most villains in a B-movie plot, he wanted revenge for the couple who had prevented his attempt at the destruction of London. This time, he planned to let Sarah have the front row seat inside the rocket. Never in her life had she been more grateful for the Doctor's gift of sonic lipstick.

Sarah laughed when she saw the look of surprise on James' face as she stepped outside the rocket. He was mildly battered, clearly having been in a fight with Drax. She put a careful hand on his cheek. He gripped her waist tightly and Sarah was certain she wouldn't get him to let go of her any time soon.

"Next time," she promised. "You can be my knight in shining armour next time. But every once in a while, I do prefer to save myself."

In response, he only kissed her soundly, blood mixing with saliva and neither caring a bit.


2: He hadn't wanted her to tag along, but Sarah had insisted. Valerie had been left with a friend rather than their typical nanny, someone who would understand if neither came home exactly when promised. It was a typical safety catch they tended to use whenever his wife insisted in aiding him with his job.

He had never liked it one bit.

But as the silent struggle was shattered by the echo of a gun shot ringing in the hall, immediately, James felt grateful. The bullet impacted with the henchman's leg, sending him sprawling to the ground. Blofeld's man screamed in agony, especially after receiving a rough kick to the wound, followed by a throwing punch that delivered unconsciousness.

They had just enough time now to stop the arms trade. He flashed her a cocky grin as she ran over, gun in hand and hair flying. She looked beautiful. Weary, but beautiful. It wasn't for the first time that he realised that he had married the right girl. He was certain that it wouldn't be the last.


3: She didn't know why she had been worried that married life would be utterly dull. Less than two months after Valerie's birth, and Sarah Jane was already chasing after her first real scoop in his world. It wasn't aliens or crazed monks, but it was a rather juicy scoop on a rogue think tank -- similar, but not entirely, to those she had encountered before.

So Sarah had left a note: Out chasing a story, be back shortly, darlings. Unfortunately, it was a note left three days ago and so far, rescue seemed no where to be found. She had tried everything: reasoning, manipulating, even brute force. But these people were wily -- after her third escape attempt, they had taken to drugging her instead. Being Sarah Jane Smith-Bond meant that she had become a valuable captive to influence one of MI-6's best agent. No matter what, she simply couldn't escape on her.

An explosion down the hall woke her from her semi-conscious state. It was a familiar enough sort of racket, one that she had only seen in movies and never experienced first hand. It wasn't quiet like one of the Doctor's rescues would have been. But the kiss she received was far more worth it in the end.

[amateur-spy.livejournal.com]

"You can be my knight in shining armour next time. But every once in a while, I do prefer to save myself."

*hi-fives*

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

*beams*

[amateur-spy.livejournal.com]

You'd be surprised the number of times Steed needs saving.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Men like to think they're self-sufficient.

They really aren't.

[amateur-spy.livejournal.com]

If Steed thought he were self-sufficient he wouldn't require the assistance of women like me.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

The Doctor probably wouldn't have had most of his companions. We're good for more than just travelling buddies, you see.

I miss that life, sometimes. But I have a feeling being married to James will be just as exciting.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

I was going to say something indignant regarding this conversation, but then I remembered myself and my train of thought derailed became entirely mixed up.


...Hello! Jelly baby?

[amateur-spy.livejournal.com]

Hello! I would love one.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

Aww, look at the little robot- Ahem.

...D'you know, I think I've got a mango one in here. I don't remember having mango jelly babies before.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

4: This wasn't an adventure either Bond was ready to encounter. Fifteen screaming children, one park barely big enough to contain all of them. Between scraped knees and homesick cries and teasing chants, Sarah Jane felt as if she would rather take on a hundred Daleks instead. One look in James' direction and she was certain he felt the same, substituting SPECTRE agents for Daleks.

This was action packed, full of games of various sorts and playful fights turned to not so playful rough housing. This was more action packed than anything she ever wanted to deal with again. A five year old's birthday party, it was decided later as Valerie slept piled up against her gifts in the reception room, was more trouble than it could possibly be worth.

And yet, a year later, the couple found themselves dealing with the same difficult mission all over again.


5: Run, run, run. She ran so hard that she didn't know if her heart could take it. Every breath hurt her lungs and every beat of her heart felt like a struggle. But she had to run, had to keep going. James was in trouble. James was dying. It had been a holiday, one of their first since their daughter was born.

And it had gone horribly wrong.

Faster, faster, faster. She couldn't slow down, not for a moment. If she slowed down, Sarah Jane might become a widow. If she slowed down, her daughter (safe in London with the nanny) might never grow to know her father. He had to be just around the corner. Had to be. Right where she had left him, slump against a barstool by the pool. A small crowd had begun to form: around her husband and around the man responsible for this, the man who had been sent by Auric Goldfinger to kill her husband.

(She shouldn't have been so surprised to discover that James was here partially undercover.)

Run, run, run. The antidote bottle was clutched tight in her hand. She had to make it back.

She had to. There was no other alternative in sight.