The first true love
Short ficlet in memory of Elisabeth Sladen whose talent showed us loneliness and love.
Sarah Jane Smith
Loneliness burns you slowly, rejection fans the flames.
When the Doctor left me, it hurt so badly that I wrapped myself in a bubble of glass. I could look out and see the world, I could look up and see the stars. But I was untouchable, the untouched, the unloved. No one would hurt me again. No one could, because no one could compare.
Who would have thought a fizzy drink could shatter the glass. Rots your teeth, frees your soul. After all these years it wasn't a man who could compare. It was a boy, a beautiful, intelligent and sweet boy. A child who filled my barren life. A child who gave me purpose. Because of him we save the world.
Luke Smith
When I was born I was almost complete. Body that walked, mouth that talked, and a head filled with languages and numbers and connections. But something was missing and even with this brain I didn't know what it was.
She took me in. It was confusing at first. People generally are. Gruff push and pull, like she didn't want me and wanted me so bad her heart would break. But it's not that complicated. It's quite simple really. Two words that mean the same thing. One word is mum. The other is love.