Title: Aberdeen
Author: Hola-Meg-a-Cola
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I love Sarah Jane Smith. She's my all time favorite companion. So, I decided to write a small fic from her POV after the Doc sent her off. Here's to you, Sarah Jane.
Summary: It figures he'd leave me in Aberdeen. Sarah Jane POV. Fourth/Sarah Jane, if you squint.
Disclaimer: I don't own "Doctor Who." Wouldn't it be something if I did, though?
Feedback: It's encouraged.
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It figures he'd leave me in Aberdeen.
As if leaving- him, the TARDIS, everything- wasn't enough, he left me in Scotland. I'd be laughing now, if my head would stop spinning, if only for a moment. I needed to find a bus, a train, anything to get back to South Croydon, the home I left behind.
With the few pieces of quid in my pocket, I managed to find a bus to the train station. Even though I was in my own time period, people were still staring at me as if I sprouted a head and was carrying on a conversation with it. And really, with all the time I spent with the Doctor, it wouldn't surprise me in the least if it happened.
I stared blankly at nothing- I could feel the emptiness in my gaze- and watched as the people on the bus observed me curiously. The man across from me peered over his paper, inspecting all the luggage I was dragging around with me. It didn't take long for him to lose interest, and he returned to his paper, crinkling the edges between his fingers.
I glimpsed at the front page of the paper: 1976. Only three years? With all of our adventures, fighting Daleks, Lochness, Sontarans, everything, and we did that in three years? It's certainly longer than any relationship I've been in. Not that there was one between us. No, we were just comrades, traveling across the universe. I guess I never thought of us as anything more.
He's my friend.
However, the lady two seats over from the nosy man seemed to think otherwise. She gave me that look, that look of pity. "Bad break up, lovey?" she asked, her eyes glued to my items.
Looking down, I smiled gently. "No, no," I answered defensively, pursing my lips. It was a bit insulting, assuming that I was upset over something as silly as that.
"It's just," the woman answered again, refusing to leave me alone, "you look so sad. There must have been a bloke involved for you to look so depressed."
I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks, boiling. "Well, you'd be upset, too, if you had to travel to South Croydon from Aberdeen," I answered curtly. The woman shut her mouth immediately and turned away, embarrassed.
Good. I was starting to forget who the reporter here was. Now, if I could get the toddler sitting next to me from trying to pull at my jacket, then the trip would be much easier.
In fact, it would be much easier if I didn't feel so… miserable. It's the only word I can think of to describe the numbness, how it made me feel. Three years of traveling the universe and suddenly, I'm back to taking the bus.
And I didn't even get to go to Gallifrey.
He might come back. The Doctor just said I wasn't allowed on Gallifrey, so he might come back and pick me up. We'll go back to how it was, and when we try to go to one place, we'll go somewhere completely different!
Yes, yes, he'll come back. He has to. There are so many more places to visit, he'll come right back to South Croydon (or, knowing him, to Burma or anywhere other than my home.)
The misery turned into hope, and my head finally stopped spinning.
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Fin.