A little idea that's been rattling round my head for a while. By the way has anyone seen the February issue of Doctor Who magazine? Tom Baker under threat of a Dalek. By the way I don't own this.

Set after Hand of Fear.

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Sarah Jane Smith pulled her suitcase off the train, feeling devoutly thankful that the train station was not too far away from Hillview Road. It had taken forever to get from Aberdeen to South Croydon, and for the thirty second time that day, she cursed the Doctor for not taking her to the right place. She had a feeling that it wouldn't be exactly where she wanted to end up, but was furious it was so far off course.
Struggling to the front of her house ten minutes later was when Sarah realised her house key was in the bottom of her bag.

" Drat!" Sarah swore under her breath and dumped her stuff on the doorstep, only getting the key after tipping almost everything out of the bag.

The door unlocked and opened, she went in. It was the first time in two years she had been in her house. The woman next door had been taking care of it so it was relatively clean but it didn't feel like home. The only place that would ever feel like home now was the TARDIS.

Then it hit her. The realisation that she would never step back inside the TARDIS. No more adventures. No more Daleks. No more landing in an abandoned mine, getting knocked out in an explosion and being possessed by a weird hand. The day had been exciting enough but the end was not pleasant. The Doctor had had to go back to Gallifrey and told her she could not come with him. Seconds before she left she stood, daring him to say something to stop her but all he did was fiddle with another bit of the long suffering TARDIS.

The day's events combined with these unhappy thoughts became just too much for Sarah. She fell down on her sofa and collapsed into tears. When she eventually finished crying, she was so worn out that she slept there all night.

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The next day was a bit of a shock. Sarah had been hoping it was all a weird nightmare, but unfortunately not. She was fairly surprised to find she was still on the sofa in yesterday's clothes, and was just about to go and make breakfast when the doorbell rang. Wishing she had time to smarten up, Sarah opened the door and gave a cry of surprise.

Because on the doorstep stood Harry Sullivan.