It really is amazing the ideas you come up with when listening to ABBA and doing your homework at the same time.
Doctor Who and all that paraphernalia are not mine, they belong to the BBC. Same with the lyrics. They belong to ABBA.
And this has gar nichts (zilch) to do with the record room series.
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Sarah Jane was bored, an unusual feeling for her. She was going out for lunch with Harry that afternoon, but there was quite a time to kill until then, and all attempts to stop being bored remained futile.
In desperation, she flicked on the radio, and was greeted with ABBA singing their latest hit. It seemed that Benny, Bjorn, Agnetha and Anni-Frid were singing about her and the Doctor. Six months had passed, and he showed no sign of returning. Sarah was angry and worried. Had he been killed?
I don't wanna talk
About things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to day
No more ace to play
Sarah turned up the volume. Were the Swedish pop group singing about her...and him?
The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny
"Well, that's what I had to do," said Sarah. Still, it was not a particularly good destiny anyway.
I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
Thinking it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain
She had a
right. Those Time Lords forbade humans from setting foot on Gallifrey
which was why she had ended up in Aberdeen instead of South Croydon
in the first place.
"Their hearts must be like glaciers"
Sarah said, stretching slightly. And because of them, she and her
best friend, her very best friend, had been separated.
"He probably has a new companion now," she muttered, feeling sick at the thought.
But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name
Somewhere deep inside,
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed
The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all.
Kiss him? Not likely. Though she'd wanted to. The fact was, she loved the Doctor, especially his fourth incarnation. And it wouldn't (she hoped) feel the same, when his new companion said his name. It certainly wouldn't sound the same as Sarah's Liverpool accent.
The Time
Lords set his fate. And she had to accept it. While the UNIT crew,
namely, Benton, Yates, Harry and the Brigadier, had remarked on none
of it, at least not while she was away. She still remembered the
shock and surprise, and delight in Harry's voice when she had
called him after (finally) arriving back in Hillview Road. It had
taken the best part of a day to get from the back end of Scotland to
south of London.
And as for the Doctor, he had had to choose
between his race and his friend. Well really it was a Hobson's
choice. "But it was so bitterly unfair," she hissed, angrily.
I don't wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand.
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all...
Wasn't that what Harry had said to her when they first met up again? If it made her too sad, she wouldn't talk about it? Before long however, her barriers collapsed and everything had spilled out.
Except what she felt about the Doctor, of course.
That would be her little secret.