Well thank you whoever said this was slow because it has this chapter possibly a bit more action packed, mehopes.

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It was five days later and Sarah woke up feeling weak and shaky with a very sore throat. She had hardly talked to anyone over the past few days about how she felt, not to Harry, not to her friend at work Louise, not to anybody. Therefore it was hardly surprising she felt so rubbish. She tried to get up out of bed and immeadiately fell down.

Growing scared, Sarah forced herself to get up when she heard the doorbell ring. She had completely forgotten that Harry was driving her this morning because her own car had decided that breaking down about 3 streets away from her house was a good idea yesterday morning.

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Going downstairs to open the front door took almost all her energy. She had caught how pale she was in the hall mirror and knew going to work today was a bad idea. Anyway Sarah was going to tell this to him when she opened the door and it was decided for her.

" Somehow I think it would be a bad idea to go out today," Sarah half moaned, grasping the door for support.

Harry grabbed her hand to steady her." Sarah, you're absolutely burning up!" he told her

Half delirious, Sarah didn't give a damn, not an expression she used very often but nevertheless.

Harry took her back up the stairs to her bedroom, and went to get a cold compress to try and cool her down.

When he came back, she was half asleep and kept moaning things in her semi conscious state, things that he couldn't make out. There was nothing he could do except wait for the fever to go away.

Little known to Harry, Sarah kept reliving things from her unhappy childhood;

She was six and the only child in her class that never had anybody from her family come to concerts or sports days or anything; she was nine and spent as much time away from her shattered home life as possible, down in the secret creek near her home only she knew about; she was twelve and hid, crying in her bedroom, as her parents screamed at each other downstairs; she was thirteen, lying in preparation for her French exam question, not saying the only reason her home life kept functioning was because she did the housework and stuff because her parents were too busy arguing to notice; she was fifteen and ducking a plate her mother had just thrown at her, because she was late coming back from a day with her friend. Her parents never came to school meetings, when they did, they usually caused a tremendous fuss, because they were so always angry. When, after one such humiliating parents evening when she was fourteen, and her Latin teacher had asked her kindly if all was OK at home, Sarah had stammered that yes everything was fine, no, home life was perfectly stable, and rushed off before the truth spilled out.

When her moans eventually became comprehensible, she was crying even in her sleep. From what Harry could make out, she was obviously reliving the shock, terror and sadness she felt at the Doctor's regeneration.

Suddenly she woke up, and her scream sent chills, shivers and Arctic waves up Harry's spine, a ghost of a scream, swallowed down years before. Instantly he hugged her and kept whispering she was OK until she calmed down. Obviously all this stuff from over the years had become too much, Harry thought, thinking straws, camels and backs.

When she eventually did, Sarah started to talk, like an emotional dam inside of her had burst its banks. How she felt about the Doctor leaving her and everything. As she came to the end of this last statement, there was a very familiar whooshing sound from out in the street.

" It can't be…" Sarah gasped, as she tried unsteadily to go to the window, Harry close behind.

" Wait here," he told her and went down the stairs. Sarah tried to follow him, she knew it was a bad idea but she didn't care; she wanted to tell the Doctor how hurt and upset she was he had left her; how he hadn't even got the coordinates right for dropping her off.

The minute Harry opened the door was the minute Sarah made it to the bottom of the stairs. She tried to stand on ahead of him but it was taking so much effort.

The Doctor was surprised to see not only Harry in the house but also to see Sarah answering the door in her pyjamas, white as a ghost and having trouble keeping her balance. It was as if she was drunk, but, no, the Doctor thought, Sarah didn't get drunk.

" Doctor! You didn't even leave me in the right place!" Sarah started to scream, all her anger was now vented at him. " You left me in-"
Exactly where was to remain unknown for the next thirty years, as all Sarah's energy left her at this point and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

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Well a bit bizarre but there ya go! I hate it when you have a great idea but can't get it out properly.