Reflections

(4/Sarah Jane)

A/N: Don't own DW. Great stuff, though. Wish I did. These are my collection of drabbles that I wrote in dedication to my favorite dynamic duo on the Classic DW. Inspired by LittleMissBones.

Sunrise

He loved watching the sunrise.

More than he loved the stars.

Perhaps it was a rare trait that Sarah Jane had taught him.

She'd taught him many things, but this, the most human thing in the universe; this was what he'd learned to love.

Or maybe he loved her, and in turn, loved the things she loved.

No. He couldn't.

Maybe…

He'd picked up the habit from her, her and her relentless nagging about how beautiful sunrises were.

He'd certainly seen more beautiful and fascinating things than the Earth sunrise, he'd thought at the time.

But now he thought differently. There was certainly nothing more beautiful than that single moment. It had become so when he looked back, remembering the silence, remembering how the passionately adamant woman had tilted her head onto his shoulder, grinning in triumph. Her soft brown hair had tickled his cheek, and her face was warm where she'd laid her head down.

No, nothing more beautiful.

Standing, he brushed off the dust of the planet Mabalos VI earth that clung to his coat, turned to the TARDIS, and, with one last glance over his shoulder, looked into the dawn of a new day.

And somewhere, the Doctor thought, his Sarah Jane was watching the sunrise, too.