Second SJA fic – this one hopefully more complex than the former. I'll update it when I get the chance to.
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Chapter One – A Lost Traveller
"Rani, Clyde; see if there's anything down that corridor – something we could use to trap it. Luke and I will distract it. Go!"
Sarah Jane's command echoed through the white-tiled hallways of the abandoned hospital, only just audible over their loud running. Behind them a snarl emitted from the angered hrorgaein, its black eyes wide open with a mixture of stupidity, curiosity and rage at its visitors. It had bristled rust-coloured skin and two camel-like legs that supported its rotund body. Clyde had thought it looked rather like a million-toothed warthog with the wrong number of limbs. Mr Smith's scanner had indicated that it had been left behind about 60 years ago in suspended animation, but something had woken it up recently.
Hrorgaeins are renowned for being exceptionally stupid creatures unaware of their own strength. Given that they weigh around the same as a small car and have the temper of a pair of scissors, this makes them very, very dangerous animals to be around. The one the Bannerman Road crew were facing had probably been mistaken for dead by its owners when it had been dropped off at Earth, and Sarah Jane was hoping that they'd be able to send it home soon.
Clyde and Rani tore down the hallway Sarah Jane had pointed to, bashing open each of the doors in the hopes of finding something that could keep the alien creature under wraps for a few minutes: a net, a tarp or a big cage would be helpful. Behind them, Sarah Jane was pulling a chunk of meat out from her handbag to distract the creature while Luke was feverishly pushing the hrorgaein's home planet coordinates into a teleport device they'd salvaged from a crashed Sontaran ship.
"This useful?" said Clyde.
"It'll have to do, that thing's getting restless," said Rani, taking the bundle of bed sheets from his arms and scooting hurriedly back up the corridor, trying not to trip over the sheets.
The hrorgaein didn't see Clyde and Rani sneak up behind it with the dirtied sheet, nor did it realise it was trapped under a sheet until ten seconds after it had happened (trust me, they are really stupid creatures). By the time it had realised it was trapped, it was in little pieces in a state of semi-teleportisation in the Andromeda system, and when it had freed itself of the stained hospital sheet, it had materialised on its home planet of Garrh, ready to start a new life as a wild hrorgaein.
Back on Earth, Sarah Jane was congratulating her team on another successful encounter.
"I think we handled that very neatly," she was saying. "Luke, well done putting in the coordinates – when did you learn those?"
"I got bored one day so I got Mr Smith to teach me the coordinates of Stage 7 planets within 5million lightyears of Earth," he replied casually.
"I might have a word to Mr Smith about how much information he thinks is possible to squeeze into your head," Sarah Jane said. "And good job Rani and Clyde for finding that sheet, that made things very easy."
"I take no credit at all," said Rani.
"Yeah, I did all the work in finding that sheet, so it's really thanks to me that we weren't trampled to death by old angry back then," said Clyde. "Clyde Langer saves the day again!"
Rani rolled her eyes.
"The question," said Sarah Jane "is what woke up the hrorgaein from its suspended animation? Because nothing on Earth has the right frequency."
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Ooh, suspenseful… What will happen? WHO KNOWS! I'm making this up as I go, so bear with me loves.
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