[Meme] Drabble

[his_sarah_jane]

for clever_wanderer (using RS!verse):

He had been babbling for the better part of a quarter hour on the many beneficiary aspects of the colours of a Raxacoricofallapatorian cow’s coat. When they had agreed to commemorate their absolutely brilliant defeat of the Slitheen’s with a drink or two at a nearby pub. Yet, what had turned into a drink or two had caused the two of them to raid one of the liquor cabinets hidden in the depths of the TARDIS.

And that? Well, that had resulted into: “—it really is a fascinating shade, you know. A putrid green base with rainbow polka dots and the milk, oooooh the milk! Blimey the stuff smells horrible, and you’d absolutely positively surely definitely indisputably guess based on the colour! Nearly as horrible as the cow itsel-”

She made sure that he never had a chance to finish that sentence. Rather, Sarah leaned against him on the couch they shared and kissed him sloppily and deeply. A good kiss, she thought, all things considering. And it made for an even better silencer.

“Doctor,” Sarah Jane stated, slurring the words only mildly as she stared up at a rather frozen Doctor, “do shut up, will you? See, there’re much better things your lips could be doing.”


for aces_are_rare (using Mways!verse):

It should not have been anything new to her. When she had travelled with the Doctor, imprisonment seemed to happen on an almost regular basis. As keen as her ability to seek trouble was, by the time she had left the Doctor for James, Sarah Jane liked to think that her ability to escape had become just as honed.

Yet, it had been two hours. Two hours and she hadn’t even quite gotten the story she had been after. It had been easier to stay focused on that. So much easier than thinking of James or Valerie or the trouble she had accidentally caused. Lost MI-6 agent returned from the dead; it had seemed like the perfect story. Sarah had simply never planned on being recognized as something more than a journalist.

She tried not to cry out when Trevelyan slapped her cheek again. Her head fell to the side and she could taste the blood that mixed into her saliva. She took a breath and forced herself to look back at him. Brown eyes cold, Sarah glared at him best she could given the black eye. Did she not deserve every cut and bruise? She had never even told him about the interview, despite knowing the history that existed between the two. James would never have let her go if he had known.

“I won’t,” she told him. “I won’t.”

“Look at the camera, Mrs Bond,” he ordered before smacking her again. “Look at your camera and beg your husband to save you.”

She shook her head, looking every which way except at the camera. Not only would Sarah Jane Smith-Bond never beg, but she would never willingly draw the man she loved into danger. “I refuse.”

“So be it,” Trevelyan responded coldly.

He shut the side screen and tossed it onto a nearby chair. As he began to walk away, Sarah thought this might be her chance. Even tied up to the chair, she could perhaps escape if given enough time alone. Somehow. Maybe.

“Boys,” he called a moment later, turning around to smile at her. She felt a chill unlike anything else run down her spine when Trevelyan’s men looked at her with eagerness in their eyes. “Have fun with her. Leave the bitch alive, though. Just enough for Bond to pity. We’ll get him here. One way or another.”