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A/N: I am re-uploading this story so as to improve it, so if you have read it before, you will realize that this story has been changed slightly, although the plot is still the same, I have added some other scenes to make it a bit better than before, so that the story doesn't look too rushed as it were.
A plus to this is that the story has already been pre-written, so all I need to do is improve and edit the chapters. Maybe I will get more reviews and readers to read this story this time around, but we shall see.
Also I must point out that this story is for my own enjoyment only, and it is in some way closure to what could have happened, now that Elisabeth Sladen is no longer with us, so all I can ask of you is to just enjoy it.
ALSO in order to get the full impact of this chapter, I would recommend people to open the following link (watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=t5WgLPKLCeE) which will display the theme title to Doctor Who. There will be a ***Play Music Now*** note on when to play the theme.
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Summary: Shaun Smith is a troubled man, but when he meets the Doctor it is up to the him to restore Shaun's confidence to believe in himself more to save the world.
Doctor DW Who
Goodbye, My Sarah Jane Smith
Chapter 1
My name is Shaun Joseph Smith. I am 26 years old, and I live in Cardiff, Wales, based in the United Kingdom.
My life isn't important; in fact, it never has been important at all. I am just an ordinary man trying to make his way in the world. And all my life, I have longed for something to happen to me, something miraculous, something exciting, something abnormal, something that would change the life I have right now.
Sadly, nothing of the sort has arisen. That was until strange things began to happen to my home planet: Earth.
Throughout the past few years, strange and unrealistically inhuman things have happened on Earth: The spaceship over London, the ghosts that roamed the world but turned out to be metal men. The Christmas Star that electrocuted everything, draining the Thames. The floating deadly Spheres. The Titanic falling from the sky. Living fat being lifted up into a spaceship. The day that the Earth became shrouded in poison from exhaust fumes from those Atmos devices. The day that planet Earth travelled to another region of space. And not forgetting those space dustbins that invaded the Earth. And there was that time when everyone turned into Harold Saxon followed by the orange planet in the sky. And these strange aliens that kept repeating the same sentence over and over.
"Prisoner Zero will vacate the Human Residence or the Human resident will be incinerated."
Oh, and not forgetting those cracks in time and space, which seemed to have disappeared all rather suddenly.
And that's more or less it. Well…not really. You see, since these…Aliens came to Earth, no one can remember them, well some can, but some can't. It seems that since the cracks appeared, people just forget about the Aliens that came to Earth, which was strange in all. And I seem to be – or at least am one of the small handful of people – who remembers everything.
Whatever happened during those times when the cracks appeared and disappeared, I want answers. But as usual with me, that is something that is never going to happen, reason being, because, I am not that special or important or worth it for that matter of fact to get the answers I want.
But that was when everything started to change for me. Just not the way I expected it. And it is all thanks to a very special man, and I think it's time that everyone knew my story on the day when my life changed for the better…
***Play Music Now***
April 30th – 2011
Ealing – 13 Bannerman Road
Luke Smith entered the attic of 13 Bannerman Road with his sister Sky, Luke holding her hand while tucked under his other arm was a Tardis Blue urn.
Sky went and sat down on a sofa. Mr. Smith, a supercomputer emerged out of the wall behind the chimney breast to meet them, he didn't even play his fanfare whilst emerging.
"Welcome back, Luke and Sky." Mr. Smith said.
Luke gave a curt nod at Mr. Smith
"Here we are Mum." Luke said holding up the urn in front of him. Luke placed the urn on a table carefully. "Mr. Smith, place a force field around the urn, I don't want anything to happen to it." Luke said.
"Understood, Luke, initiating force field." Mr. Smith said. The supercomputer generated a blue containment field around the urn, protecting it from anything that might cause it to smash.
Luke went to sit with Sky who was quiet and had said nothing since she arrived from the funeral of her beloved mother, Sarah Jane Smith. Her face was vacant and void of emotion.
Sky had never been to a funeral before, it was her first time, and it was difficult for her to process what had happened exactly. Even though she was born an alien humanoid baby on another planet and grew into a healthy thirteen teenage girl in under a day, Sky was still getting used to life on Earth, she had learnt much about Earth and its history, but the most difficult for her to learn was death of a loved one.
The funeral was held at a memorial service by UNIT (The UNified Intelligence Taskforce) along with Luke, Sky, Clyde and Rani, even the Doctor was there. Oddly enough the Shansheeth were there also, it was they who held the funeral. Luckily, they weren't a rogue batch just like the last time.
Amy, Rory and River were there, along with Jo Grant (nee Jones) and her grandson Santiago, even the Torchwood team were present, and many other companions that had ever come across Sarah Jane. Some of the Aliens she saved, such as the Skullions were present also. It was a memorial that everyone in the world should have attended.
"Are you okay?" asked Luke as he sat down next to his sister. Sky said nothing. "Right," Luke said, "stupid question." Sky suddenly got up and left the attic with streaks of tears rolling down her right cheek. "Sky? Sky!"
"Leave her Luke, she is clearly in distress, she needs time to adapt to the events that have happened. She is after all, still adjusting to Human life." Mr. Smith said.
"It's not fair Mr. Smith, we could have stopped this," said Luke wearily.
"Cancer, as you know Luke, is incurable." Mr. Smith explained.
"We have all this technology," Luke said extending his arms to the attic whole. "Why couldn't we have used it? Mum would have known what to do, she could have asked you to create a cure, it is possible right?" Luke asked frowning at his own question. "For you to create a cure?"
"It is not my responsibility to create an antidote for an illness that was born or created here on Earth Luke, it my second prime function, never to interfere with the biology of the Human race." explained Mr. Smith.
"So you can't help us?" asked Luke. "No," he said suddenly. "You won't help us?" he said rephrasing his previous sentence.
"Correct, although I am a Xylox, being of a different species means I simply cannot interfere with the Human race and their way of life, only protect."
"Right," said Luke, he stared into a thought of nothingness for a few seconds, an empty void where his thoughts were just absent. "I might just go and see how Sky is doing." Luke said as he jumped back to reality, left the attic and Mr. Smith retreated back behind the chimney breast, just before he left the attic, Luke could have sworn he heard a thrumming and humming sound, it was so distant but yet it sounded familiar. He ignored this sound and went to see if Sky was all right.
Sky was in her room, which previously belonged to Luke. There she sat at the end of her bed looking out of her window, crying silently.
Luke sat with her; he wrapped his arm around her and comforted her. Still she said nothing, and together they looked out of the window, where black clouds were slowly looming over Bannerman Road and Ealing.
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December 21st - 2011 - Cardiff, Wales
The Universe was surprisingly quiet, in fact it had been ever since that sudden day with the world becoming immortal, and then suddenly becoming mortal again. And then there was that day when time stopped at 5:02pm and all of history happened at once, and then everything went back to normal.
Then, everyone forgot all that had happened.
Although for one person, he did not forget. He remembered.
This person who had witnessed everything, did his very best to tell everyone what had transpired, but some didn't believe him, some thought of him as a strange, crazy, mad man. His name: Shaun Joseph Smith.
Shaun had witnessed strange and bizarre things in the past, but none as the bizarre and strange things that was about to befall him.
Shaun had always felt as if something was wrong with his life. He felt left out in the world, albeit the whole Universe, mostly likely he felt this way because of the whole fact that only he – and he hoped he wasn't the only one – who remembered all those events that befell the Earth so many times before. Either that or they were too scared to mention anything to anyone, or they really couldn't remember, and this bothered Shaun completely.
But right now, Shaun had put that past him for the time being, and concentrated on some last minute shopping he was doing in Cardiff. He strolled through the main shopping street, wearing his thick cotton coat to keep him warm from the icy cold temperature that was winter, wore a bobble hat that pulled past his ears and wore a thick black scarf to keep his neck warm and black puffed gloves that kept his hands warm. He was carrying two plastic bags which were full of food and other assortments he had brought ready for Christmas Day.
Shoppers were in and out of shops, busying and bustling themselves like packs of rushing zombies hurrying to get themselves from one part of the streets of Cardiff to another.
The bright yellow and orange street lamps were lit, Christmas trees were placed in random parts of the city, streets were filled with Christmas lights that ran through the whole of Cardiff of red, blue, white, orange, green, giving the city itself that Christmas feel, it certainly did lighten up those with the Christmas blues.
Shaun managed to pull a strained smile at everything around him. He continued walking and stopped as the musical sounds of trumpets and horns of the band playing 'Silent Night' caught his attention. Shaun walked up to the band. A man dressed up as Father Christmas was collecting money and calling for anyone to come forward to help donate.
Shaun placed his bags on the floor, took of his gloves and pulled out his wallet. He pulled a ten pound note and slipped it into the charity box that the man dressed as Father Christmas was holding.
The look on the man's face widened in a smile behind his false beard. No one had given more than a pound coin to the band that was collecting money for a good cause. Shaun was a gracious man, he didn't care much for money, in truth money was nothing but trouble, he always thought that money should be given to those who needed it the most.
"Bless you sir." the man replied, his voice was muffled by the fake beard that he wore. Shaun gave one nod of his head, slipped his wallet back into his coat pocket, put his gloves back on, and picked up his bags and carried on walking.
As he walked along the main shopping street of Cardiff a rumbling sound caught his hearing. It was faint, but the rumbling sound grew louder. Shaun spun around and saw in the distance a ball of blue and green fire head towards the city.
Shaun followed with his eyes as the ball of fire, a comet, sizzled overhead and out of view.
His brown eyes followed it as it passed overhead the city and carried on in a straight line leaving a trail of white smoke in its wake.
"Did you see that?" Shaun said to passerby.
"See what mate?" the passerby asked him.
"The meteor," Shaun replied.
The passer-by looked up at the dark sky and frowned. "Meteor?" the passerby frowned at Shaun, puzzled. "You must have imagined it mate, merry Christmas to you." And with that, the passerby left whistling the tune 'Jingle Bells'.
Shaun watched as the passerby left him, he frowned at the person who walked away and then diverted his own attention to everyone else around him, there was no one ganging around or running into the direction of where the meteor was heading, in fact they acted as if nothing had happened. Shaun was sure he saw a meteor.
'It's happening again!' Shaun thought to himself. 'I see something and people just don't blink an eye'
He hated it when he saw something that no one else could see, he must have imagined it then; either that or his mind was playing tricks on him.
Shaun decided not to linger on what he saw and placed everything behind him and resumed to normal life, he turned and continued on walking. As he turned someone bumped into him. His shopping fell to the floor and everything fell out of his bags; he landed on his bottom hard.
As he bumped into the person who bumped into him, something strange happened.
He saw a box, and old man, then a young man, a woman with ginger hair, some kind of person wearing a tentacle mask, a blue robotic dog with the words K-9 on the side, and some grey Aliens without no mouths but two small fingers and two long fingers conducting electricity, and bat like creatures…
Shaun blinked a few times and shook his head as the images faded from him.
"Oh, gosh, so sorry about that!" said an enthusiastic man, grabbing hold of Shaun and pulling him up off the floor with such strength, Shaun was completely unaware that he had fallen on the floor. The man straightened Shaun out by rearranging his scarf and coat tidily. Shaun dazed and confused directed his attention to a young looking man who was wearing a green mushy coloured coat and from what Shaun could see he was wearing a blue bow tie.
"So sorry, my fault entirely, in a rush you see, just got a little tiny thing to sort out, actually it's not tiny or little, it's rather big, and if I don't sort it out we're all in big trouble, see you around. Bye!" spoke the man at lightning speed and then sped off in the direction the meteor came from.
Shaun didn't even get the chance to thank the man who pulled him up; it was just a pity that he didn't help pick up his shopping or the bobble hat that had fallen off of his head during the fall.
Shaun picked up his shopping, he heard a thrumming and humming noise, he looked around for the source but couldn't see it, and it seemed he was the only one who could hear it also.
'What just happened?' he thought to himself. 'Oh, I hope we don't have another Christmas where aliens tend to invade!' he stressed, that was the last thing he needed in his life after everything that had happened, he didn't want another Christmas where everything suddenly turned bad and aliens show up thus resulting in the world nearly being destroyed, he couldn't stomach that even if all these things happened again.
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Shaun had arrived at his house which was situated by the roadside that led into Cardiff.
As he walked down his pathway into his house, his ears picked up footsteps running up behind him. He knew who it was; there was no forgetting the sound of that panting and running.
"3...2...1..." Shaun counted.
"OMG," a voice of an enthusiastic person wearing a pink bright bobble hat and yellow gloves and an orange scarf said as he approached the front of Shaun. "You won't believe what happened to me tonight!"
Shaun placed down his shopping bags, took off his glove and got out his keys and unlocked the door. "I am sooo going to tell you everything that has happened to me tonight!" said the enthusiastic person from behind him, the person opened the door and let himself him.
"Come on in why won't you!" Shaun said to himself. He picked up his shopping and carried them into his home, closed the front door and went into his kitchen, where the person, who let himself in, sat down, pulled off his bobble hat showing his bright yellow blond hair and took of his coat, showing his pink t-shirt.
Shaun entered his kitchen and placed his shopping on the counter, took of his coat and scarf and hung it on the back of a chair. He finally took off his bobble hat revealing his short brown hair and placed his hat to one side.
He grabbed a kettle, filled it with water, and put it on to boil; he grabbed two teacups out of a cupboard, knowing his gay friend will want one. Plopped two teabags into the cups, and got milk out from the fridge.
Shaun's friend spoke suddenly, all enthusiastic and camp. "So, guess who I saw?"
"I don't know," Shaun said in a mockingly exciting way, "tell me?"
"Harry! That's who." Shaun's friend said smiling, his blue sapphire eyes glinting with excitement.
Shaun frowned. "Who?"
"Harry! You know, Harry Moore." Shaun's friend said smiling widely.
Shaun thought for a moment. "Don't know him," Shaun told his camp friend.
"Oh, come on, he was a year or two behind you in school, and I must say he is cute, dare I say hot," Shaun's friend said, he looked flustered a bit as well.
"Don't tell me, he came out of the cupboard as well did he?" Shaun said not taking an interest in the conversation.
"Of course. Hey!" Shaun's friend said, "I can introduce you to him, hook you up as it were,"
"Sam, how many times have I got to tell you? I. Am. Not. Gay. Okay?" Shaun told his friend.
"Shaun, love, darling, you have been single ever since you were what? Sixteen?" Sam said.
"Seventeen," corrected Shaun.
Shaun looked at him sternly, the kettle had finished boiling and he poured the water into the cups, stirred them, and gave one cup to Sam, sat down and drank out of his cup.
"Besides, don't you think it's time to find someone?" Sam asked him.
"Why would I want to be with someone?" Shaun asked. "Besides, every girl I have ever been with just…doesn't…click." Shaun said taking a sip of his tea.
"Well then that's what you need, a woman in your life," Sam said taking a sip of his tea.
"I just don't want to be with anyone right at this moment," Shaun said wearily. "I mean who'd want to go out with me. In case you've forgotten, I've been through seven psychiatrists, four asylum centers, and two counselors, all because they all think I am mad because they can't remember the aliens that come to Earth!" Shaun said infuriated.
"That's because no aliens have been to Earth." Sam pointed out.
"They have!" Shaun said his voice going high pitched. "Just thirty minutes ago – almost – while shopping, a comet crosses overhead and no one saw it, only me, and I had some kind of freaky premonition with some weird person who I bumped into,"
"Freaky premonition?" Sam frowned at the word.
Shaun ignored him and continued talking. "And when people say that no such thing happened, people say I am crazy when it turns out I am sane and everyone else is crazy!" Shaun said speaking fast and breathing heavily.
Sam stared at him awkwardly, his face turned into a very anxious look. "Do you even hear yourself at times?" he asked Shaun. "You do scare me Shaun! And I do worry for you. Maybe what you need is a long holiday, a very long holiday." Sam suggested.
"What I need is someone to believe me," Shaun said. "You know, sometimes apart from everything else that happens to me in life, I do believe that something or someone is trying to ruin my life."
"What makes you say that?" Sam asked.
"Because…that's what I feel like." Shaun took a sip of his tea before continuing. "I am paranoid of driving because of that minor accident I had a few years back. I write a book and almost every single publishing agency thinks I am rubbish, when I am not. Not one University across the whole of the United Kingdom will take me on, regardless of the grades that I do not have. Nobody takes me seriously when I point something dangerous out, and they ignore me only for them to realize it is too late for them to listen to me. I remember things people can't, and they say I'm crazy. Nothing goes my way. Even praying to God hoping he will make things better for me. And what does he do? He just sits there smoking his halo!" Shaun said his face turning into an agitated form.
"God doesn't have a halo, Angels do," Sam corrected him.
"It doesn't matter!" Shaun said slightly loud. He took another sip of his tea which calmed him somewhat.
Sam sighed. "Shaun, why are you being like this?" he said worryingly.
"Because…" Shaun stopped and exhaled deeply. "I feel worthless." he said, before adding. "Everything I do, touch, decide, always goes wrong. It's like when I was working in Castellau Primary School. It was my job to look after some children, and then two or three get kidnap, as soon as I turn my back three children are snatched from me." Shaun said quietly.
"That wasn't your fault." Sam said to him reassuringly. "You weren't too known that kidnappers were there. Besides you are not the only person who feels that way, look!" Sam pulled out from his coat that was on the back of his chair a newspaper. On the front page were the headings:
More disappearances as festive holiday turns from Jolly Holly to Holly Horror.
"See, it's not your fault." Sam said trying to reassure Shaun, although reassuring him wasn't working at all.
In Shaun's lifetime he had always felt left out, he felt as if life had left him behind. He always felt that he was destined to live a life of misery. And who knows, maybe he was destined to live a life of misery. After everything he had been through, his life hadn't improved at all since that day when his life turned inside out.
Sam finished his tea and made his way out of Shaun's house. Shaun showed Sam the door.
"Don't forget," Sam said turning back to face him. "You are welcome to come to the Christmas Gay Party with me, Dylan and my friends," Sam said to him at the gate.
"I don't think I will be needing to go to any party, Sam," Shaun said to him. "But thanks for the invite."
"Are you sure?" Sam asked.
"Positive," Shaun said from the doorway.
"Well, you are always welcome, and you know where to find me, you need some cheering up, you haven't been the same since–"
Sam suddenly cut off as he saw Shaun's face fall into a pained look. "Anyway, see you around Shaun." Sam said, Shaun smiled and waved to his friend who headed off back into the direction of Cardiff, whistling to himself.
Shaun closed the door and rested his back against it, his brown eyes suddenly filled with tears. He hated this time of year, not just Christmas but the whole of December in general, and every year he had to go through that god awful business of being cheerful and happy so everyone else would feel happy, though to him, it was just a heart numbing pain over and over.
A/N: Well? Better than the last time or not? Please let me know, Chapter 2 will be uploaded after I have edited it. And hopefully I will get more reviews than the last time.
So, Reviews would be nice, but, I am not forcing you.
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