Happy
birthday PG!
Don't own nothing.
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Sarah Jane couldn't sleep. It was three days since they had got the TARDIS back but thanks to what the Doctor called 'a minor problem with the circuits' it would take four days for the ship to land in Scotland. Which gave her plenty of time to think about all their adventures in the last few days. Skaro and Nerva had taken their toll on both her and Harry, and they had privately agreed that they never wanted to go to either of those places ever again.
Now it was
late at night, the Doctor was battering away at the console, and
nightmares were keeping her awake.
Getting up out of bed, she
rummaged about underneath it for her slippers, pulled on her dressing
gown, and padded out of the room until she came to Harry's door.
She could see the light coming from under it.
So he's having trouble sleeping as well Sarah thought, as she knocked quietly and went into the room.
Harry was reading 'The Hound of the Baskervilles' when she went in. Although he smiled cheerfully at her, it was easy to see that he was as exhausted, affected and traumatised by the last few days as she was.
"Trouble sleeping, old thing?" he asked, moving over a bit so Sarah could sit down.
"In the first place, I am not a thing, in the second place, yes and in the third place, you too?" she replied, closing the door quietly and crossing the room to sit down on the bed beside him.
"Yes, although I have to say, the Doctor isn't exactly helping," Harry said, as there were now very audible thuds coming from the console room.
"You get used to that, after a while.
"How have you been coping since we got back, Harry?" Sarah continued, her eyes now full of worry.
"Not brilliantly. Keep dwelling on all that stuff, but it's hard not to. Yourself?" he said, his voice saying more about the horrendousness of all the space things, particularly on Skaro, than words ever could.
"Same." Sarah's voice was starting to shake ever so slightly.
Between the pair of them, since arrival on Skaro, they had been attacked by Kaleds, forced to work on a rocket, exposed to potentially lethal amounts of toxic materials, led an escape up said rocket, attacked by giant clams, strapped to torture devices, snuck into the city to warn the leaders of Skaro of Davros' plans, attacked by a cybermat and been poisoned, attacked by a Cyberman, stuck on a rocket about to collide with a small planet and been stuck on said planet at the same time.
Harry gave Sarah a hug. "You're really shivering, old girl.'
"Am I?" she said, in surprise. "Oh."
One of the reasons she liked having Harry on the TARDIS was that he was a good person to lean on at times, both literally and metaphorically.
Harry's
voice interrupted her thoughts. "The sooner we get to Scotland, the
better."
"Agreed," she said. "Oh, well back to
bed."
Sarah stood up and much to Harry's surprise, kissed him.
"What was that for?" he said, bemused, but not necessarily unhappy.
"Stability," Sarah grinned and went back to her room.
