So I probably shouldn't be starting another fic, when I'm already struggling to update my other one regularly, but this show has me interested at the mo, and I wanted to have a go at writing for it. Sorry if characters are OOC, never written for this show before :p
Anyways, hope you like it, feedback is always appreciated; if you can tell me how to improve it please do!
El x
Luke smith was an extraordinary boy. He had the memory of 10,000 people, the latent telepathic ability to move the moon and an intelligence to rival a timelord's. But, in Sarah Jane's eyes this was not what made him special. What made Luke extraordinary was his natural desire to do good. Born into fire and chaos the boy of 10,000 people was different from them all because he had never known hate, and, Sarah Jane hoped, he never would.
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"Where exactly do you think you're going young man?"
Luke froze mid-step and turned slowly, his guilt already written on his face. Sarah Jane stood with her arms folded; her mouth set in what she hoped was a stern line. She watched as indecision temporarily clouded her son's eyes, his gaze lowering as he chose the truth; "Up to the attic" he mumbled to the floor.
"Have you tidied your room yet?" Luke sighed and shook his head. "Go on then" Sarah Jane pointed firmly to Luke's room.
"But mum, I promised I'd have a game of chess with Rotac, it's impolite to keep him waiting."
Sarah Jane let out a small laugh, "Luke, Rotac's people wait a millennia just to catch a bus, I don't think twenty minutes is going to matter to him that much."
Seeing Luke's reluctance she walked over to him, lightly took his shoulders and frog marched him to his room, adding gently, "I'll go apologise on your behalf, the quicker you're done the quicker you can go play."
Sarah Jane turned to leave the room but stopped as Luke said, a bundle of dirty laundry in his arms, "Clyde says teenagers don't play mum, they hang out, but not the sort of hanging where you're suspended…"
Smiling as she closed the door, Sarah Jane left her son to his musings and made her way up to the attic; wondering, not for the first time, how she'd been so lucky to end up with Luke as a son.
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The next morning at school Luke paced the barren tarmac alone, hands shoved deep in his pockets, head bowed as he recited the Fibonacci sequence backwards in his head .His Mum had taken him to the beach very early that morning – they'd been checking an irregular tide there – and had needed to drive up to Edinburgh as soon as they got back, so had dropped Luke of at school much earlier than usual. The rest of he school weren't due to be there for another half an hour, and the school hadn't even been unlocked but Luke was content to wait, alone with his thoughts.
Just as he got to 12586269025 Luke heard a noise from by the school doors. Looking up he saw the slight frame of a girl, dressed in uniform, pounding on the doors of the school.
Without a second thought he sprinted over to her and asked, concern clear in his voice, "Are you ok?" At this distance he noted that the girl seemed pale, her skin translucent and insubstantial-looking; Luke put it down to the thin morning mist but wondered whether, in just her light school blouse, she was cold, it was November after all.
The girl had obviously been very focused in her task because when she looked up to see Luke she seemed surprised to see him, her eyes widening in fear. Unsure what to do Luke fell back on the usual formalities and extended his hand, introducing himself with a smile. The girl merely stared at his extended hand for a few seconds before going back to her task, this time rattling the handles of the door.
Luke was thrown, as far as he understood if you extended your hand the other person would shake it, unless they were being rude, he didn't think this girl meant to be rude, but he could never be sure. Awkwardly he stopped holding out his arm and moved it to scratch the back of his neck, staring at his shoes in confusion.
"I need to get in." Luke looked up, the girl had stopped what she was doing and was now looking up at him with huge brown eyes, a single strand of mousy brown hair falling across her face.
"You can't, school doesn't open until 8:00 and even then the Caretaker's normally late, and it's only 7:47 now." Luke paused, and then showed her his watch as if to prove it.
She blinked once, her gaze never leaving his, and repeated, "But, I need to get in."
Immediately recognising a problem, and with no thought to the girl's motives, Luke set about searching his brain for a way into the school and within seconds had a solution, "You could climb up the fire escape and go in through the fire door, the Caretaker should have unlocked it already."
The girl looked Luke up and down a final time, as if trying to decide whether to believe him, and set off at a run towards the steel ladder on the side of the building. She stopped suddenly, span round and curtsied, shooting Luke a shy but dazzling smile and said, "Thank you kindly."
With that she was gone, and Luke, completely unperturbed by the strange experience, went back to reciting numbers in his head.