Disclaimer: BBC, yeah, thanks for painfully reminding us. As for the actual idea Go read "What if's" chapter 101!!!!! (whip crack)

Years ago, she had been asked to describe her life in one word. Simple really, but when she trued to come up with a single word, nothing came to mind. Her life was anything but consistent, therefore, impossible to pin-point in just one word. It wasn't until one day, when a friend of hers was talking about a rollercoaster ride he'd agreed to get on with his niece, that she realized that that was the perfect word for her; Rollercoaster. The ups, the downs, the thrilling loops and twists, the stomach churning plunges… they all referred to the many events that strung her life together. Such as meeting the Doctor for the first time, getting the chance to travel in the Tardis, becoming close friends with many of the UNIT officers, The Doctor regenerating, sharing the Tardis and the Doctor with Harry, and then being unceremoniously dropped back on earth on day. She wasn't sure she'd ever forgive him until she met him again, new face, new companion… although she was heartbroken by the entire situation, it was also a chance for her to start a fresh. And she did begin a new life, with a son. Alien grown, of course, but Luke was the best thing o ever happen to her. With him and their new friend Maria, they were able to do what she and the Doctor had always done!

And everything had been fine, wonderful in fact. Then came the elections and two days later … she received a phone call from an old friend that sent a chill down her spine …

"Ms Smith, get out of the public eye, as fast as you can."

"Brigadier? What's the matter?"

"People are being targeted, Ms Smith, specific people. And I'm sure you're one of them. I know you're in South America, but be careful!"

"Brig, honestly, you're being silly, what's going on?"

The Brigadier wasn't usually one to panic, but he sounded extremely worried.

"Sarah Jane, Mike Yates was attacked; he got his family out but hasn't been heard from since. Benton said that his sister and her husband had been killed while waiting for him to return to his home with his niece, Harry had to switch ships over at the south docks after he got news that he was being looked for! I think we all know what this is about Ms Smith, get into hiding. I'll be in touch through K-9."

And then he hung up. She was speechless and worried, her eyes wandered over to Luke who had been playing ball with the local children. Two hours later she had them in a secure area, hidden away near a deep green. Luke had been quite the whole way there and she wasn't sure if she was relieved by that or worried. But the silence didn't last long, unlike the time it took for her to answer him once he'd asked what was happening.

It was late afternoon; they had just finished eating when she asked him to sit down instead of clearing off the table.

"Luke, remember that friend of mine that I mentioned? The Doctor?"

He nodded understanding.

"Well, I just received a call from the Brigadier, the man from UNIT? Yes, well, he gave me some very disturbing news about some people I know, and it looks like we're linked by the same things, we knew the Doctor and the Brigadier is worried that I'm going to be targeted. So he told me to get someplace safe and stay out of sight, you understand?"

His dark eyes warmed, making her smile as he clasped a hand tightly over hers and allowed his glow of innocence to engulf over his young face. "Always."

At that moment she was reassured. For now.

Days later the Toclafane were released, thousands died on the first day alone. Luckily, she hadn't actually seen any during her time, hidden away in the jungle. The Brigadier kept in touch, making sure that she was moving form place to place, and giving her any updates…if any. She thought of the Doctor often during those months, hoping against hope that he would appear and save the world again, but as the weeks passed it was looking less likely. Finally, three months after the first attack, K-9 said that she was about to receive a call. It was the Brigadier again. He told her about Martha Jones and the Master… when the call ended, she was filled with and unspeakable scene of purpose and hope. Her fingers combed through Luke's hair, whose head was asleep on her lap. In the morning she was getting out of the jungle. She was going to help in any way that she could. A smile spread across her lips, Martha Jones was not going to have to do it all alone.

Martha Jones blinked in surprise. "You know what I'm going to say? About the Doctor?"

A young woman nodded seriously, "Yes, it's been in the papers, all the stories about him… we know about you too, Martha Jones."

"Wait a minute, you said it was in the papers? How's that possible?"

"Uhm, excuse me…" Martha looked around, a middle-aged woman was approaching her, her hand outstretched and a smile of admiration in place. "My name is Smith, Sarah Jane Smith. I'm the journalist who's been writing the stories about the Doctor, and it's a pleasure to meet you Martha." She shook Martha's hand, and observed her quietly. Martha's response was not quite what she had anticipated…

"What do you mean you've been publishing stories? What have you been saying about him?" her tone was almost accusatory, Sarah was trying her best not to be offended and pulled Martha aside.

"I believe you met the Brigadier back in England, am I right?" Martha narrowed her eyes, but the rest of her body relaxed considerably. "Yeah, why?"

"After he spoke to you, he called me and told me about your mission."

Martha's mouth formed a small 'o' and she uncrossed her arms. "yeah, I remember! He said he was trying get in touch with someone!"

"That would've been me," Sarah said with a smile, " so after that I left my hiding place in the jungle and spoke with the local newspaper. They agreed to let me have a small column that I could use to let people know about the Doctor and your message, but falsely titled, so that the Master would miss it."

Martha looked impressed. "How'd you manage it?"

Sarah grinned proudly, "he struck me as being arrogant enough that the last thing he'd do would be reading a 'Classifieds' page in a South American newspaper."

Martha laugh, relief spreading swiftly through her. "That's brilliant! How far spread is the news?"

Sarah gave Martha a pat on the shoulder and led her towards a food filled table. "Let's just say that you should be able to rest for a few days and won't have to do much talking within a five hundred mile radius. And trust me Martha, when the time comes, I'll have as many people gathered around me as I possibly can."

a/n: Oh…my…that is the worst writing I have ever done! I tried about a dozen times and I just can't write Sarah!!!!!! Meh, I promise that the rest will be better! I think Grace is up next…she should be easier. Oh and btw, I wanted to ask you guys…how many of you have watched 'The Green Death'? and what did you think of it? okthanxbi