his_sarah_jane: (older!sarah - sonic lipstick)
Pick one of the following items, and write a fic about it...

Something old
Something new
Something borrowed
Something blue


It wasn’t much to look at, but still Sarah Jane kept it on the top of her night table, letting it stand out among books and clocks and clutter like the prized possession it was. It was old and broken – it hadn’t worked in years – and becoming slightly rusted. It wasn’t anything one would imagine deserved such a prestigious position in someone’s bedroom. In fact, perhaps the only thing that stood out less was the photograph behind it; blue tinted due to abysmal processing and dog eared thanks to years of being carried around in books and bags.

She had borrowed it off the Doctor years and years ago, when he hadn’t been looking and she had needed it to attempt and repair the desk in her room. She had seen a couple of sonic screwdrivers lying around the TARDIS and had figured that one missing wouldn’t matter all that much. And despite initial confusion on the Doctor’s part (and a sheepish admittance on hers), it really had not mattered much. And she had gotten to keep it in the end.

-- “You mean to tell me that all this time you’ve been walking around with a sonic screwdriver as well?”

“Oh, it wasn’t as if I meant to! I just borrowed it one day and forgot. Besides, it came in handy today, didn’t it?”

“Yes. Yes it did, Sarah. You clever girl! The Hilns would never have thought to check a twentieth century human—

“Doctor!”

“I quite mean it as a compliment. Perhaps you should keep it, then. The sonic screwdriver you borrowed may come in handy again one day.”

“I certainly think it will.”--


Sometimes Sarah wished that it would still come in handy. Perhaps she had wished for it to magically repair itself most of all the day K-9 broke down for good, leaving her unable to repair him and best friendless for the second time in her life. But whatever powered the sonic screwdriver had long since died, leaving it an empty shell full of old memories. It no longer possessed the same power it once held, but the one it contained now was perhaps (when not lamenting the loss of K-9) even better.

One look at the screwdriver, placed so carefully next the picture of smiling faces wrapped in a scarf, and she remembered.

She remembered first meeting him. She remembered the first time she saw the device in action. Her first trip in the TARDIS, her first trip to another time, her first trip to another world. She remembered times with UNIT and times without. She remembered Harry and she remembered the Brigadier and she remembered all those other faces that had entered her life because of him.

And, of course, whenever she looked at the device, she remembered the Doctor. He was her best friend. You can’t ever forget your best friend. But more than that, he was the man she gave her heart to. No one else would ever compare. That was the real reason why the tarnished and broken screwdriver would always remain where it was.
his_sarah_jane: (very worried)
Your 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.”

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