A/N: While I was lurking about tumblr, I saw a picture of an aritcle "Sarah Jane" had written about "Amy". It was sweet, and I couldn't help but wonder what would happen between the two. Thus this fanfic was born. Doctor Who belongs to BBC.
Sarah Jane Smith sat at her desk, expecting someone any minute. She was going to interview Amelia Williams, author of children's books and activist. Sarah had read her books as a child and loved the, and it was and honor to talk to such an inspiring woman. She was about the same age as Sarah now, maybe a bit older.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and she allowed a woman with grey hair and a smile in. "Hello. You must be Mrs. Smith."
"Just Sarah Jane," she returned the generous smile.
"Oh, your hair is gorgeous. God, I wish I could have my red hair back. I just haven't got the time, ya know?" She said in a distinct Scottish accent. Though the year was 2004, and the woman was obviously well into her 70s, maybe even 80s, she so full of youthfulness. "You're much younger than I am, though." And with that, she laughed heartily.
Sarah felt a broad smile settling across her face. She like Mrs. Williams already. "Well, Mrs. Williams,"
"Oh, just Amy please." She interrupted.
"Of course. Amy, first of all, how have you been lately?"
"Great. A little tired, of course, but good as ever."
"I'm glad to hear that. And your husband?"
The smile fell from Amy's fave, but her eyes still gleamed. "He died four years ago." Sarah blushed. She hadn't meant to ruin things like this. "Don't feel bad. He lived a long life." A slight smile reappeared to her rosy lips.
They chatted a long time, Amy answering every question Sarah had. She was such an interesting woman, full of stories to tell. She often mentioned a man she was once friends with. "Someone who was very special to me. I don't see him anymore."
Sarah was instantly reminded of the Doctor whenever she talked of him. "He was different," she had said. "An odd one. But...he was me and my husband's best friend."
"I, too, once knew someone like that. It's so odd that just one person can change your life so much." Sarah contemplated. Amy closed her eyes and smiled sadly.
"Oh, yes," she agreed. "What was his name, your friend?"
"Oh...John Smith." She inwardly sighed. "And yours?"
"We called him Doctor." She said quietly.
Tears welled up in Sarah's eyes. "Don't worry, I won't publish that." She added quickly, and Amy laughed.
"It was wonderful talking to you today, Sarah Jane." She said, rising from her chair as the journalist rose from hers. She pulled her close, and they hugged briefly.
"Thank you for coming in." They shared goodbyes, and Amy was gone.
Sarah looked out the window, tears falling from her eyes now, remembering her times with that strange man in his box. She hoped he was happy, no matter where he was, and she hoped he wasn't alone.
When Sarah Jane Smith heard that Amelia Williams had died a year later, she cried. Her obituary in the paper stated "Amelia left a note the night before she died, which said, "I owe everything to Rory and my raggedy man."
The day after, Sarah Jane visited Deffry Vale School and saw him again, but Amy was in her heart the whole time.