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Fear Conquered

Rating: K+
Summary: The fears never left the hotel because they could not, even when they were conquered. The clown was stuck there, the hotel was wrong. Sarah Jane Smith will not die today.

The woman stalked through the hotel, nervously glancing around for threats. Her clothes were fashionable but worn. Her pink blouse, covered by a brown leather jacket, was showing age and experience. Her coffee-coloured trousers hugged her legs, showing small portions of skin. She was aware that her clothes might soon be replaced by a crisp shirt and multi-coloured tie. She wondered, for a moment, what she would find behind her door. Would it be her first love rejecting her? Or Earth's consumption by aliens? She was inclined to believe that it would be her 'team' dying. They meant the world to her, and she might never see them again.

The woman focused her mind, determined to return to her peculiar family. They still needed guidance and she was not going to abandon them to the inevitable. A small voice reminded her that that was what the others had thought before they were taken. She was different though, she would survive this. She did not believe it, she knew it. Shaking her head firmly so that her brown bob swayed, she expelled all nonsense thoughts and focused on her goal.

Getting out.

It was easier said than done. There had been five of them originally, the other four were male. Three, not including herself, had been humans while the fourth was a Slitheen. Draefend Syl-Fum Behof-Storm Slitheen (Hunter of Profit-Storm Slitheen) had fought the humans verbally all the way. They had established a tentative truce with her help, but then one of the men had taken control. The others had been picked off one-by-one. Samuel was the first to go, his fear being his P.E. teacher. Alex was the second, he was terrified of death. Draefend was the third, his fear was the Doctor. The leader, Felix, had been the only other left and he was terrified of trains.

The woman was still searching, confident that finding her room was the only way out. She did not want to have to praise the beast. After Felix she had discovered a flaw, if you conquered your fear you were of no use. She just hoped that the hotel would let her out once she was useless.

She almost knew it would. She did not believe, believing never helped anyone.

Instead she knew.

Then she felt it, a psychic tug that urged her forward. The doorknob was suddenly at her fingertips. The golden plaque simply read 306, that insignificant number urging her on. Almost unconsciously her hand slipped onto the brass in front of it. Taking a deep breath she twisted the handle and pushed the white door open. With a nervous gasp, she stepped in and focused on the figure in front of her.

Its face was a stark white with huge, painted lips and black eyelashes. A giant, fluffy, crimson nose protruded from his face. A ridiculously hued suit covered it with an orange carnation in its lapel. Large, crimson shoes graced its feet, attempting to make it look comical. Its dull, brown hair was curly and reached its ears. In its white-gloved hands it clutched a string connected to a ruby balloon. Its frown made it look like a creepy, down-trodden, toddler.

The woman grinned, not bothering to close the door as she turned her back on the clown.

A bright-light filled her vision when she stalked out of the room. Her mouth was still fixed as a smirk when she landed in her attic. Multiple squeals of delight greeted the woman as she materialized. Taking a seat, the woman began to tell her story, ending on a triumphant note.

See, Sarah Jane Smith had long since conquered her fear. All she had needed, in the end, were her friends to help her.

Far away, in a little blue box, a man flew on. He would soon realise his fear, but he would never let his friends see.

Maybe that was his failing.

Maybe if they saw it, they would leave him to run.

It did not matter, though, because this is not is story, and he will never tell.