Doctor Who | Ending Start
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eponymous_roseTitle: Ending Start
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Word Count: 400
Rating: G
Characters: Sarah Jane Smith, Harry Sullivan
She comes to see him again, does Sarah Jane, looking just a bit older, just a bit more worn by her experiences but still shining as ever. Harry tells her so, and she doesn't blush but her smile widens.
He doesn't tell her that he never expected her to come back, not really.
They sip tea in his sitting-room, discuss impossible things with the nonchalance Harry usually reserves for the weather and particularly boring sport matches. She tells him about having to leave, about Aberdeen and wondering if the Doctor was all right, wherever and whenever he might be.
He tells her about an alien incursion the Brigadier managed to hold off single-handedly, about being the expert on the case and nursing an injured alien back to health. For a long, absurd moment they smile proudly at one another.
They exchange the tea for wine after a time, something tasteful that Sergeant Benton's wife sent over after a particularly harrowing misadventure, and their conversation turns to melancholy, to the worlds they never visited, to the hidden darknesses in their own planet. They exchange clichés about ignorance, and eventually they've both had enough of the alcohol and the triteness that Sarah asks why he stayed.
"You stayed," Harry argues, and the wine sloshes in his glass as he waves it to punctuate his point.
She rolls her eyes. "Harry," she says. "Harry, Harry, Harry. I had to leave, remember?"
"No," he says. "You're persuasive. You could have talked your way in; you might have snuck back on board. It sounds like you hardly even thought to ask why he was dropping you off."
She sniffles, watching the wine swirl at the bottom of her glass. "That's not fair."
"You took your chance," said Harry, in what he hoped was an appropriately mentorish tone of voice. "I know, because I took it, too. You can do more good here."
Sarah snorts indelicately. "I'm not saving worlds here."
"I am," says Harry, and she turns to look at him for a long moment, and outside the buzz of alcohol he recognises that she wants to say something, that she can't find the words.
"Well," she says, after a long moment, "I suppose life goes on."
He follows her gaze to the opposite wall, to the window opening out onto the outside world. "Life goes on," he echoes. "Believe me, I know."
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eponymous_roseWord Count: 400
Rating: G
Characters: Sarah Jane Smith, Harry Sullivan
She comes to see him again, does Sarah Jane, looking just a bit older, just a bit more worn by her experiences but still shining as ever. Harry tells her so, and she doesn't blush but her smile widens.
He doesn't tell her that he never expected her to come back, not really.
They sip tea in his sitting-room, discuss impossible things with the nonchalance Harry usually reserves for the weather and particularly boring sport matches. She tells him about having to leave, about Aberdeen and wondering if the Doctor was all right, wherever and whenever he might be.
He tells her about an alien incursion the Brigadier managed to hold off single-handedly, about being the expert on the case and nursing an injured alien back to health. For a long, absurd moment they smile proudly at one another.
They exchange the tea for wine after a time, something tasteful that Sergeant Benton's wife sent over after a particularly harrowing misadventure, and their conversation turns to melancholy, to the worlds they never visited, to the hidden darknesses in their own planet. They exchange clichés about ignorance, and eventually they've both had enough of the alcohol and the triteness that Sarah asks why he stayed.
"You stayed," Harry argues, and the wine sloshes in his glass as he waves it to punctuate his point.
She rolls her eyes. "Harry," she says. "Harry, Harry, Harry. I had to leave, remember?"
"No," he says. "You're persuasive. You could have talked your way in; you might have snuck back on board. It sounds like you hardly even thought to ask why he was dropping you off."
She sniffles, watching the wine swirl at the bottom of her glass. "That's not fair."
"You took your chance," said Harry, in what he hoped was an appropriately mentorish tone of voice. "I know, because I took it, too. You can do more good here."
Sarah snorts indelicately. "I'm not saving worlds here."
"I am," says Harry, and she turns to look at him for a long moment, and outside the buzz of alcohol he recognises that she wants to say something, that she can't find the words.
"Well," she says, after a long moment, "I suppose life goes on."
He follows her gaze to the opposite wall, to the window opening out onto the outside world. "Life goes on," he echoes. "Believe me, I know."
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