Rest In Peace, Sarah Jane
By: OodSigma'sAssistant
*Doctor Who is a television show trademarked by the BBC. All characters used in ull∙this story are purely out of fun and not intended for theft purposes.*
Elisabeth Sladen sadly passed away on April 19, 2011. Since she has been gone for close to four years now, I decided to give her and her character, Sarah Jane Smith, a well deserved tribute. This story takes place directly after 'Robot of Sherwood' and features cameos from K∙9 and Luke Smith.
"That was fantastic," Clara Oswald says, walking around the console of the Tardis, wearing her red medieval dress she wore. "I mean Robin Hood! We actually met Robin Hood!"
"I know, I was there," the Twelfth Doctor sassed. "Remember?"
"Oh! Can we go back? Please?"
"We were just there, Clara! I didn't take Rose to see Platform One again, or Martha to see fifteen ninety-nine Shakespearean London again, or Donna to see the Ood Sphere again or Amy and Rory to see Two Streams Facility again! Okay?"
"Sorry. I'm going to go change."
She walked out of the console room, the Doctor setting the coordinates for Clara's apartment by typing them in. "Earth. England. Blackpool. Twenty sixteen."
He then made his way over to the dematerialization lever, putting his hand on the handle. He was about to pull it down until he heard Clara shout. "Doctor! Doctor, I can't find my shirt!"
"It's has to be in the costume room, Clara! Check under my white collared shirt!"
"Okay!"
He rolled his eyes, pulling down the dematerialization switch, soon hearing Clara entering the console room. "You were right. It was under your shirt. You should really getting a hamper or washer in there. That room's an absolute mess!"
"Don't judge a room by it's clutter."
Vworp! Vworp! Vwwworp!
Clara made her way to the doors. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Hey, don't you think I might want to do stuff?"
"Go do stuff, then. You have 'til tomorrow."
"For me, tomorrow is today!"
Clara walked out of the Tardis, the Doctor debating on what he was going to do. Does he want to go somewhere new or re-visit somewhere he's been before? Does he want to check up on old friends or go meet new ones? A specific old friend suddenly came to his mind: Sarah Jane Smith. He hadn't spoken to her since he was in his eleventh incarnation after dealing with a rogue group of Shansheeth, the intergalactic undertakers, called Claw Shansheeth. He made his way to the console, typing in the coordinates. "Earth. England. London. Ealing. Thirteen Bannerman Road."
He makes his way over to the dematerialization lever, smiling at the excitement of seeing one of his former companions again and then pulling it down.
Vworp! Vworp! Vworp!
Luke Smith, now nearing the end of his teen years, stands in the driveway of his old house on 13 Bannerman Road. Standing next to him his robot dog, K∙9, as they both stare at the house. "What is the matter, master," K∙9 asked.
"Nothing, K∙9. It's just...different. Without mum."
"The mistress has been gone for quite a while."
"I know, but you never forget the one's you lost."
Vworp! Vworp! Vwwworp!
The two turned, seeing something they hadn't seen in quite a long time. "Impossible," Luke said to himself.
"Master?"
The Tardis fully materialized, an older man stepping out. "Luke! K∙9!"
The man came running over, kneeling beside K∙9 and petting him on the head. "Excuse me, but who are you," Luke asked.
He got a not-so-pleasant look from the man. "Don't be daft! It's me. The Doctor!"
"But the Doctor was much younger and had a long brown coat and spiked hair."
"I've regenerated twice since that incarnation. Boy, that was long ago!"
"Sorry. I'm not so used to seeing someone as...someone else, I guess."
"You should work on that. So, where's your mum? I'd love to see her! She'll probably say something about the new face!"
Luke looked at K∙9 and then at the Doctor. "A few months after Mum meet you-."
"And we dealt with the Claw Shansheeth? Yeah?"
"A few months after that, she had terrible headaches and was pale and coughing terribly. She went to the doctor's to get some tests done. A few days later, they came back, saying that she had...cancer. Ever since then, she'd been growing sicker and sicker. She got so she that she was admitted to a hospital. She was nearing the end when this woman Mum never knew gave you what she said was your phone number. Mum was gonna call, but she didn't have the time."
"Luke. No."
"She's been gone for quite a while, Doctor. Five years."
"Five years? I was busy with Amy and Rory, then finding out who Clara was, then saving the Time Lords, that I didn't even get to say...goodbye. I'm a pudding brain! An absolute pudding brain!"
"Well...do it then. She's buried in a graveyard not far from St. Paul's."
The Doctor nodded. "I will. That's what I'm going to do. Do you want to come?"
"No thanks. I just brings back memories."
The Doctor made his way back to the Tardis. "Doctor," Luke yelled.
The Doctor turned.
"Am I ever gonna see you again?"
The Doctor turned back around, stepping inside the Tardis as it dematerialized.
Vworp! Vworp! Vwwworp!
He steps out of the Tardis, stepping onto recently mowed grass as he sees that he landed in between two headstones. He looked at the one to his right, seeing the name of the person he wanted to see. He walked around, standing about two feet from the gravestone, which had engraved:
Sarah Jane Smith
Born: May 11, 1951
Died: April 19, 2011
Loving Mother, Good Friend and Companion
"Hello, Sarah Jane," the Doctor greeted, running his finger along the edge of the marble headstone. "It's been quite a while. If you can see me right now, you probably can see that I've changed, looking much older. That was a battle! I had to fight Daleks, Cybermen, Sontarans, all to get a new regeneration cycle. Hey, I got it in the end. You also can probably hear that my accent's changed. Yeah, sometimes it's a blessing and a curse."
The Doctor sighed. "I remember when we first met. I was wearing frilled shirts and you were going undercover. You were working for the Metropolitan and I was the scientific advisor at Unit. Those were the days, the exile days. You snuck into my Tardis and we went to thirteenth century England. That was a trip! I swung from a chandelier! That's where I first met the Sontarans. And then, before you and I knew it, we begun a friendship. An everlasting friendship. You even stayed by me when I regenerated into that curly haired, blue eyed, Bohemian incarnation. I regretted it, every day, never picking you up after I was called back to Gallifrey. I meant to, but I was too busy. Then we reunited again, after that deal with the Krillitanes. Before we both knew it, we met again, after that whole deal with Davros and the Reality Bomb. We had some crazy adventures together, Sarah. Yes we did."
The Doctor just stared at the ground. "I meant to come back one more time. But then I got busy, grieving Amy and Rory and then solving this impossible mystery about Clara, then saving Gallifrey and then the whole Battle on Trenzalore. I meant to, Sarah. I really did. And I'm sorry. Truly...sorry."
The Doctor walked back into the Tardis, deciding to give Sarah Jane something before he left. He came back out, putting on something that he thought would resemble their friendship, something that brought them together.
His fourth incarnation's scarf.