Hello. I'm Sarah Jane Smith, but more recently, Ithicara. It's a long story.
My home is a time-travelling spaceship in the form of a Police Box.
My husband is a raving lunatic with two hearts and a ridiculois bow tie.
My brother-in-law is a murderous psychopath, but we don't talk about that.
My life hasn't been the greatest. When I was a child, my parents left me with my Aunt Lavina, and I grew up there. In 1973, I met my husband, the Doctor, at UNIT, while I was covering a scoop. I was an investigative journalist before I met the Doctor, but now, I'm sort of an inter-galactic nurse.
After years of traveling with the Doctor, he had to return to his home planet of Gallifrey, where humans were not allowed at the time. Remembering that, I laugh, because 'human' wasn't quite the proper species.
A few years after the Doctor left me (in Aberdeen, not South Croydon, mind you), I met him again. Well, I met three of his other selves, one of which wore a peculiar stick of celery on his lapel.
Years after that, I met another version of him. One with messy brown hair and a trenchcoat. He had a new companion, Rose, her name was. She seemed a little young, barely older than 20, with dyed blonde hair.
The Doctor was still my best friend, even after all those years, and I went home that night with a smile on my face.
Number 13 may have only been home to myself, K-9 and Mr. Smith at the time, but that day, it felt less empty, because I got to see the man I loved for another day.
I realize that sounds a bit cliche and cheesy, but its true. I fell in love with my silver-haired Doctor, and again with my Jelly Baby Doctor.
Two years after that day, I hade a son, a small family and a purpose.
Then, the Daleks came.
The day started out like any other.
Get up, get dressed, check for alien activity, make breakfast, get Luke to school, send Clyde and Maria to school, work on an article.
Around lunchtime, Mr. Smith picked up a small radar from space, and tried to trace it, but to no avail.
A few hours later, with Luke by my side, the confrence call from Harriet Jones came in.
I met Captain Jack, Martha Jones, Ianto Jones and Gwen Cooper, all somehow associated with the Doctor.
Mr. Smith silently alerted me to a fifth chanel of the subwave network, one that did not have the means of being seen, somewhere in the Chiswick area.
After the ordeal with the Daleks, Davros and the meta-crisis was through, I gave the Doctor one last hug, slipping a folded up piece of paper into his pocket.
Returning home that day, I dug out the old fob watch that I've had as long as I can remember, and traced my thumb over the loops and swirls on the lid.
Being around the Doctor, I've seen many alien scripts, but the one I believed was on this watch was by far the most stunning: Circular Gallifreyan.
I realize that would be a broad assumption, but the Doctor taught me to read and write Gallifreyan a handful of years ago for the purpose of secret codes. If I needed to say something to the Doctor, but not wanting an enemy to hear, I'd quickly write it in Gallifreyan with my foot as the TARDIS does not translate her mother tongue.
My watch, the one I'd had forever, possibly read 'Lady Ithicara', but it could just have been a coincidence.
It wasn't.
After the Shansheeth fiasco, I showed the watch to the Doctor for the first time.
The expression on his face broke my heart.
It was part hopeful, part sad, part desperate and part curious.
He asked me where I got the watch. I told him I'd had it since I was rather young, and he told me to try and open it.
I gave him a confused look. That watch was broken. It wouldn't open, but for the Doctor's benefit, I tried. For the first time in a long time, the watch opened, the clasp falling open to reveal a shining gold light, enveloping my form, burning my cells. The Doctor took a seemingly knowing step back, watching the proceedings. When the light died and thw burning stopped, I turned to the Doctor, smiling fondly.
"Hello, Theta."