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Pairing: Ten/Spoiler Rating: G
Spoilers: unaired episode.
For: RSR (you will probably recognize and eyeroll at the first line)
Notes: Er. Kind of silly, and possibly pointless, and, yes.
"D'you remember that planet where they thought--" Sarah stopped for a moment to giggle. Possibly because she was drunk. Possibly because the memory was amusing. "--they thought we were married?"
"You'd said you were Dr. John Smith, I said--my name, and they just assumed..." And she paused, because she'd really thought it was funny, but it wasn't. Because he'd been tall and white-haired, then, and there had been something. She'd thought. And then he'd died, destroyed his own mind to prove some point to himself, get some universal Zen Moment...
"I heard from Harry a couple months ago," she abruptly said, changing the subject. "He's off on another oil rig, says he's getting tired more easily, but he's still spry for an old navy doc."
"Sarah--"
Plowing on, ignoring him, she forced more cheer into her voice. Easy, with the alcohol buoying her. "And Mike Yates sent me a postcard from New Zealand. He's running a sheep farm and Buddhist center in the middle of nowhere, Auckland."
"Sarah Jane."
It was the tone of voice, it froze her in her babbling tracks. It always had. She swallowed and glanced at him, really wishing she didn't suddenly feel nineteen and pathetic. "Yes, Doctor?"
He reached out and gently touched her cheek. "I do remember. You were... hard to forget."
"Oh." That seemed an inadequate response, and so she reached up to take his hand carefully. "I'll understand, you know. You've changed--again, things are different." That sounded completely obvious. And silly. "I never forgot you, either."
"Good. Good."
Now it was awkward. Sarah tried to decide just how to break the moment. "So, how's the Tardis, these days?"
"Same old girl," a grin split his face, "Still can't find her way home with a map and a compass, but she can find Earth without half-trying."
"Have you ever made it to Florana?"
"No." He turned his hand over and wrapped his fingers around hers. "Want to see if we can?"
She wanted to say the sensible thing, to tell him all of that was behind her and she was a grown woman, and besides, he never took her to Gallifrey, and-- "All right." And she was tipsy, and the last draft of her book was finished and there weren't any obligations for months. And she'd missed him.
"Great!"
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Spoilers: unaired episode.
For: RSR (you will probably recognize and eyeroll at the first line)
Notes: Er. Kind of silly, and possibly pointless, and, yes.
"D'you remember that planet where they thought--" Sarah stopped for a moment to giggle. Possibly because she was drunk. Possibly because the memory was amusing. "--they thought we were married?"
"You'd said you were Dr. John Smith, I said--my name, and they just assumed..." And she paused, because she'd really thought it was funny, but it wasn't. Because he'd been tall and white-haired, then, and there had been something. She'd thought. And then he'd died, destroyed his own mind to prove some point to himself, get some universal Zen Moment...
"I heard from Harry a couple months ago," she abruptly said, changing the subject. "He's off on another oil rig, says he's getting tired more easily, but he's still spry for an old navy doc."
"Sarah--"
Plowing on, ignoring him, she forced more cheer into her voice. Easy, with the alcohol buoying her. "And Mike Yates sent me a postcard from New Zealand. He's running a sheep farm and Buddhist center in the middle of nowhere, Auckland."
"Sarah Jane."
It was the tone of voice, it froze her in her babbling tracks. It always had. She swallowed and glanced at him, really wishing she didn't suddenly feel nineteen and pathetic. "Yes, Doctor?"
He reached out and gently touched her cheek. "I do remember. You were... hard to forget."
"Oh." That seemed an inadequate response, and so she reached up to take his hand carefully. "I'll understand, you know. You've changed--again, things are different." That sounded completely obvious. And silly. "I never forgot you, either."
"Good. Good."
Now it was awkward. Sarah tried to decide just how to break the moment. "So, how's the Tardis, these days?"
"Same old girl," a grin split his face, "Still can't find her way home with a map and a compass, but she can find Earth without half-trying."
"Have you ever made it to Florana?"
"No." He turned his hand over and wrapped his fingers around hers. "Want to see if we can?"
She wanted to say the sensible thing, to tell him all of that was behind her and she was a grown woman, and besides, he never took her to Gallifrey, and-- "All right." And she was tipsy, and the last draft of her book was finished and there weren't any obligations for months. And she'd missed him.
"Great!"
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