OK, this is my first Doctor Who fic so don't bite my head off! It all started last Saturday when I was watching the aforementioned program with Sally Sparrow in. My brain said that she deserved a fanfic written about her and a fanfic she shall have! Thoughts in Italic. Anyway, onto the story……(DISCLAIMER:By some cruel twist of fate, I have yet to inherit Doctor Who. Must look into this…..)

The Adventures of Sally Sparrow

It had been two weeks since she had met The Doctor, and now that she knew how he had come into possession of the transcript she could relax. Well, that's what Larry said anyway. But since then, she had been constantly twitching at the slightest movement from anyone around her, tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. Sally knew what she was missing. The sense of excitement, adventure and the rush of adrenaline she felt whenever something important had to be done or an important problem had to be solved. She spent all of her childhood day dreaming of amazing things; adventures in mysterious lands, times, situations and most of all, incredible, terrifying creatures. Like most children really. Except, Sally Sparrow never gave up on her childhood dreams of adventure like other children. So when faced with the Weeping Angels, she took it all in her stride.That doesn't mean that she wasn't terrified. But terror kept her thinking on her feet. Therefore, running a DVD shop and sorting out the shop's monthly rent payment was understandably not her idea of an adventure.

That's why, when she woke up on the morning of the 1st of July she was tense. Considerably more than usual. Everyone noticed, her mum noticed when she brung the paper round. ''Sally love, are you alright?'' She asked, concern lacing her words.

Sally flinched sharply at her mother's sudden intrusion of her thoughts. ''I'm fine Mum….really….I am.'' She said firmly, turning her head away from her mum as soon as she was done speaking.

''Well. If you say so….''

''I do say so.'' Her mother sighed and dropped it. If something was wrong, she knew that Sally wouldn't tell her. She was stubborn like that.

Larry noticed when she arrived at the shop 10 minutes late. ''She should be here by now.'' He muttered to himself as he glanced at his watch for the third time in a minute. When he heard the ding of the shop door as it opened, he hurried to the counter so as to make the shop look welcoming. But when he reached the desk he promptly sunk into the chair, because it was just Sally. ''Mornin' Sally.'' He sung cheerfully, then, noticing the rather absent look on her face, frowned and said, ''Sally? You OK?'' She shook her head and looked at him as if seeing him for the first time since she had come in. ''You OK?'' He repeated.

''I'm fine Larry! Just leave me alone OK?!'' She snapped suddenly and Larry continued to stare at the spot she had been standing on, more than slightly taken aback, as she swept past him into the back of the shop. She stopped short of the coat hooks and he heard her sharp intake of breath as a shiver ran down her spine.

At around the same time, a tall, broad chested businessman was strolling down the alley he had to walk on the way to work. Suddenly, he heard someone…..or something, breathing very close to him. So close in fact, that he could feel the slight breeze against his cheek. ''Whos there?'' He called shakily. The breathing slowly turned into a chuckle, soon becoming a sinister sounding cackle….right in his ear. A scream ripped through the quiet alleyway as the man was pulled to pieces…..limb by limb. Then the creature snuck away and the only thing that showed he had passed through there, was the pool of blood, sprayed up the walls, and the pile of bones, not a shred of flesh left on them.