[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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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.