[Theatrical Muse] Response
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his_sarah_janeWrite about disappointment or disillusion.
“Hello, Sarah Jane.”
When she sees him standing there, there are so many words and feelings spring to her mind that Sarah Jane doesn’t know where to start. She’s frozen, rooted to the ground in a way she has never been before. He’s there again, standing in front of her once more after almost thirty years of never knowing what happened to him. Tears spring to her eyes and she tilts her head ever so much.
“It's you. Oh... Doctor....”
The words are daft; of course it’s him. Who else would be here with that big blue box, investigating the strange going-ons of an otherwise normal school? Who else would it be but the man who at the same time remains her greatest joy and her greatest disappointment? There’s so much she wants to say to him right now. She wants to know what happened – why didn’t he come back?
Doesn’t he know how long she waited? For twenty-four years, she had counted the days, hoping – praying – to hear the familiar whirly sound of the TARDIS. For twenty-four years, she had acted like the sort of girl she had always despised: the girl never quite able to get over one man. For twenty-four years, she had wondered why she had never told him how much she cared about him, how much she had fallen in love with him. And for twenty-four years and thirty-one days, there had never been anyone else in her life that could make her heart flutter the way he could.
The seconds are ticking by too slowly – or is that too fast? – as she just watches him. He looks so solemn now, so lost in his own thoughts. Oh, what she would give to know what he is thinking right now. Does he feel the same about her? Did he miss her as much as she missed him? Does he understand how hurt she was that he never came back for her? Did he feel the same?
“I thought you'd died. I waited for you and you didn't come back, and I thought you must've died.”
“I lived. Everyone else died.”
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone died, Sarah.”
“I can't believe it's you.”
But the second that a scream breaks the moment’s silence between them, all the disappointments, worries and confusions evaporate as if they were never there. Suddenly, it feels as if the past twenty-four year sand thirty-one days had never happened. It feels as if he had never left her behind, upsetting her in a way that no one else possibly ever could or ever would.
She smiles broadly and laughs. “Okay! Now I can!”
And together, Sarah and her Doctor run towards the scene of the scream, hands clinging to each other as if they’d never part again.
“Hello, Sarah Jane.”
When she sees him standing there, there are so many words and feelings spring to her mind that Sarah Jane doesn’t know where to start. She’s frozen, rooted to the ground in a way she has never been before. He’s there again, standing in front of her once more after almost thirty years of never knowing what happened to him. Tears spring to her eyes and she tilts her head ever so much.
“It's you. Oh... Doctor....”
The words are daft; of course it’s him. Who else would be here with that big blue box, investigating the strange going-ons of an otherwise normal school? Who else would it be but the man who at the same time remains her greatest joy and her greatest disappointment? There’s so much she wants to say to him right now. She wants to know what happened – why didn’t he come back?
Doesn’t he know how long she waited? For twenty-four years, she had counted the days, hoping – praying – to hear the familiar whirly sound of the TARDIS. For twenty-four years, she had acted like the sort of girl she had always despised: the girl never quite able to get over one man. For twenty-four years, she had wondered why she had never told him how much she cared about him, how much she had fallen in love with him. And for twenty-four years and thirty-one days, there had never been anyone else in her life that could make her heart flutter the way he could.
The seconds are ticking by too slowly – or is that too fast? – as she just watches him. He looks so solemn now, so lost in his own thoughts. Oh, what she would give to know what he is thinking right now. Does he feel the same about her? Did he miss her as much as she missed him? Does he understand how hurt she was that he never came back for her? Did he feel the same?
“I thought you'd died. I waited for you and you didn't come back, and I thought you must've died.”
“I lived. Everyone else died.”
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone died, Sarah.”
“I can't believe it's you.”
But the second that a scream breaks the moment’s silence between them, all the disappointments, worries and confusions evaporate as if they were never there. Suddenly, it feels as if the past twenty-four year sand thirty-one days had never happened. It feels as if he had never left her behind, upsetting her in a way that no one else possibly ever could or ever would.
She smiles broadly and laughs. “Okay! Now I can!”
And together, Sarah and her Doctor run towards the scene of the scream, hands clinging to each other as if they’d never part again.
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Date: 2007-02-25 05:12 am (UTC)Had it really been twenty-four years? You didn't look it, Sarah.
OOC: This was wonderful. =)
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Date: 2007-02-25 05:29 am (UTC)[ooc: hee, thank you! :D]