The Lines of Fellow Travelers…

Disclaimer: A Sarah/Harry/Fourth Doctor fic… I don't own Harry Sullivan, Sarah Jane Smith or the Doctor, because they belogn to BBC. However the other characters and concepts are mine. Please be easy on me… I've had this on my computer for awhile but not sure where to go with it. Suggestions are welcome!

Thanks!

By Trynia Merin

Rated R for some adult content… consentual male/female sex… should I write more to this or not? Please let me know! R and R thanks!

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Entangled in the midst of ANOTHER harrowing adventure, Leftenant Harry Sullivan swallowed hard. He, Sarah and the Doctor had landed on Mars Lowell City, in the 22nd century, to find strange starfish creatures were attacking the farmers trying to terraform the land. The Doctor had gotten involved in his usual fashion, trying to infiltrate the Regiment, by saying Sarah was a reporter, which she was, albeit the wrong century. And the Doctor posed as a visiting biologist from earth inspecting the progress of the colony. And he'd sneaked into the Regiment as a new recruit, and met the fabulous creature before him. As he got to know her over the week or so in their covers, he had realized how lovely she was. And to be presented with an offer for dinner, how could he bally refuse? Unfortuatnely he and the Doctor and Sarah had found out that Ussainen, the leader of the Regiment was behind the attacks, to try and force the colonists to adopt his dictatorship. And he as a recruit in the Regiment had gotten personally involved…

He was escorted to the officer's quarters 6a. Instead of the bare utilitarian officer's quarters he'd expected, it came as quite a shock. Dimmed lights gave rise to a soft atmosphere. Candles seemed to sprout from the floor, a thousand twinkling stars in the shadows. Soft music drifted in like dew on morning grass. Perplexed, Harry Sullivan pulled off his cap, running his fingers through his wavy black hair.

"Harry..." whispered a soft voice. The navy surgeon turned, to fix his eyes upon a slender figure concealed in the dark. Her sweet round face with its slanted eyes glowed with light cream rose flushed in olive. Swirling gracefully about her shapely legs was a diaphanous silver veilskirt. What was hidden made Harry's heart quicken.

"Gwen-es?" he mouthed, eyebrows lowered in sheer astonishment and doubt. Gone was the harsh sharp angled officer, replaced with a sensual beautiful woman.

"You see, I can be what you call a woman," she murmured, lightly running manicured fingertips up his left arm.

"Why are you so afraid to show it?" asked Harry, softly taking her graceful hand. "I would think any woman as ravishing as this would not hesitate or be ashamed of being feminine."

Gwen-es slowly slid into a balloon chair, facing slightly away from him. "I hated what I was, tried not to let them know I was vulnerable."

"A friend, a very good friend of mine once told me being feminine didn't necessarily mean being vulnerable. A mother shows great strength in how she nurtures," said Sullivan, thinking of Sarah Jane Smith as he lay one large hand on her shoulder, and drawing her around to face him. Midnight blackness of her eyes gazed into the gentle blue calm of his. Slowly her dark lashes fluttered over, as her lips parted silently. Harry stroked her smooth flawless cheek, then raised her chin to his lips. They breathed slowly, then their mouths merged as they kissed. Hands ran up and down her smooth back, clothed in silver metallic brocade. She slowly unvelcroed his confining high collared PSG jacket...

***

However the Doctor and Miss Smith had been discovered, and were facing dire circumstances at the hands of the Regiment leader. Captured and facing certain death, the Doctor had requested an old rule, to have one last night in the company of a female of his choosing. And he had chosen Sarah Jane. He hoped by hanging out in the women's quarters with the families, she had gained some hope of escape…

"You, Doctor are a man of substance and class, which I admire," said Ussainen, raising his cylindrical glass of wine. "It's a pity, seeing as you will die from disease in the morning."

"And what of the vaccine?"

"The creatures will themselves die off, and the Regiment will have the vaccine,"

"And you'll merrily trot off as heroes," finished the Doctor grimly.

"But I am not without feelings. A civilized man is entitled to die well, like a gentleman."

"One last meal, eh," replied the Doctor. "To your health sir," he toasted, before sipping from his glass.

Soft pastel lights bathed the rough rocky walls of a suite. Replica art deco chairs covered in red plush furnished the room, sitting on a rich Punjab carpet underfoot. In one corner, a table was set for two people. Standing next to a central room fire was the elegant figure of the Doctor, dressed in his usual bohemian fashion. He calmly watched the flames dancing in the open Pyrex grate, still holding the tall glass of synthetic wine. How in the galaxy did Ussainen get all of these seemingly priceless antiques, yet serve synthetic wine out of what was a plastic cup, practically?

"For tonight I arranged the special company for you, Doctor. As you requested… your last night will be spent in the company of a lovely woman…"

A nervous Sarah Jane Smith was escorted into the room, clutching a real live white rose. The Doctor looked admiringly at her long soft hair, falling freely over her shoulders. Deep scarlet cloth composed her dress, its Indian bordered skirt sweeping the rich carpeted floor. Dangling about her neck was a small amethyst crystal necklace. Quite courteously she dropped a half curtsy to the exiting Ussainen. "Enjoy your evening well, Doctor," he called. To the Doctor's surprise, one fellow brought in an old fashioned silver icebucket holding several green necked bottles, each end wrapped in gold foil. Bowing elegantly, the Doctor ushered her to the table with one hand.

"What is all this," she whispered.

"A request to a doomed man," he replied, pulling out one chair for her to sit on. "Fine wines and the company of another..." With a resounding pop the plastic cork shot from the mouth of one slender necked green bottle.

Sarah Jane Smith caught sight of his sudden nod to a hidden photosensor. "Agitation causes an increase in vapor pressure," nodded Sarah. Quietly she watched him pour two portions of a sparkling effervescent liquid. Beside her small hand gleaming with rings lay the rose. Natural beauty sang softly from its downy white petals.

Raising his slender conical stem glass, he toasted, "To your health, ma'am."

"I leave you together. But know this… you will still die, Doctor. Your life is in my hands…"

***********

Meanwhile as Ussainen left them be, he entered the control room, and overheard their conversation with his security chief, hoping to find out just HOW the doctor knew of his plot, and counter dealings with the Echnos.

"Any moment now and he may divulge that formula," said Javrice impatiently. "Or else that reporter Smith will, with her constant prattling over sillicon DNA."

"Ah, enjoy life while you can Doctor," leered Ussainen as he spied the two scientist eccentrics over a computer screen.

***

"So intermolecular forces are quite a triviality when one considers the time when all forces were one," chatted the Doctor.

"Speaking of big bangs, life in the twentieth century seems so turbulent," observed Sarah Jane, resting her chin on her raised hands. She gazed reflectively at the small bubbles rising in her champagne glass, her fingers smoothing milky rose petals. "All those technologies drawing together, and advancing so fast."

The Doctor chuckled. "And the British still brew a decent cup of tea, the old fashioned way."

"These things here..." began Sarah Jane. "Candlelight, champagne, and soft lighting are what humans call romantic, you know…"

"Exactly. Which can be a significant advantage to us now." She froze momentarily as his lacy cuffed hand brushed past hers. "Oh, do pardon me," apologized the Doctor, as he reached for her glass. Smiling at him, she twined her own hand about his wrist and delicately lifted his own vessel. In this way, they sipped real champagne from each other's glasses.

***

Gwen-es shifted in Harry's arms, pulling off his turtleneck. His fingers slipped off the straps to her gown. Laying her out, he rested his body on top of her slender one. He desired her, {wished to taste her flesh) nibbling on her neck and ears in a strange earth custom. Ventral sides pressed close together. They buried into each other's oral cavities, gasping desperately to be one with each other...

***

"I discovered that one species of fungi is in fact poison to the echinocillicaids," whispered The Doctor as Sarah, gathering her full skirt about her and sitting down next to him. Having finished a fine dinner, he'd sat down with his feet propped up on the glass-topped coffee table. Simply watching the fire's flickering gleam.

"Indeed," murmured Sarah Jane, as the Doctor, resting one long arm across the back of the sofa behind her head. "But those creatures who attacked the fields..."

"I'd hypothesized they were the larval stage... apparently polymorphism exists in spite of a brittle silica structure,"

Both glanced quickly at the camera. Sarah shivered next to him. One small hand rested lightly on his tweed jacket, as she lay her dark head on his shoulder. "A mobile larval stage resembling bipeds, as Loewenholk puts it..."

Gently the Doctor caressed her right cheek with his long white fingertips. "Amazing creatures, they resemble the phyla Echinodermata on earth... with the most interesting and silly body structures..." Sarah Jane shivered, and fingered the bristly sideburns before his left ear. "And the most interesting sense of touch..."

"Those marine earth creatures starve for oxygen, I hear,"

Whispered Sarah Jane. She stared into his beautiful blue eyes, hearts pounding.

"They breathe through dermal bronchia..." His large, nearly aquiline nose almost brushed against her upturned one.

"What is it like to not breath so often?"

"One scientific way to find out," he murmured. Slowly their lips touched... experimentally. He felt her warm breathing form slide into his arms. Peering through his eyelashes he saw her gasping for breath. His hands rubbed her shoulders, kneading out the knots in her muscle fibers. "Mph, and another thing to remember, is that some may be on our side," he added, with a slight smile. "Are you frightened, Sarah," he asked her, holding the sturdy Sarah Jane at arms length.

"What you just did... I scarce remembered how that went... no one has caused me such a headrace since..." Her eyes dropped in shame as she recalled some fleeting encounter on earth.

***

Gwen-es shifted out from under Harry Sullivan, sliding between near satin bedclothes. The strange wet sensation... she'd not felt for so long. His coarse chest hair and sweating body that had sat on her hips.... And the red marks on her neck. A queer hot shaky sensation jittered her. Yet his strong arm drew her down to him once again, in the buoyant waterbed.

***

Carefully, the Doctor drew Sarah Jane onto his lap. The warmth of her body heat and weight rested gently there. He was an odd fellow, hair silvery white, but his charming smile and English mannerisms made him seem like a wide eyed child. Heat radiating from the fire warmed their fronts as they sat cuddled together on the buoyant sofa. "I can still taste that champagne..." she commented, covering her mouth with one hand.

"A precious little wine, after my own heart," he murmured, smacking his lips and chuckling. Slowly he sank across the horizontal axis of the soft sofa, lying lower and lower. The young reporter from 1980 rested across his chest, pressing her young lips to both his cheeks with vigor and strength. Just playing the part? Or was he in fact not so high minded as to really feel romance? Her heart dared hope that he would seize this opportunity to in fact see how much she wanted this.

***

"I've seen enough," announced Ussainen. "Check up on them."

***

Once more he was on top, straddling her slender hips and thrusting himself into her... devouring her physical form as she cried out. "This isn't working, old gel, I do apologize," grunted Sullivan in irritation.

"Please, don't try so hard," whimpered Gwenn-es, nursing her aching hips. "Let me try." She forced him onto his side. Nearly frictionless sheets made the couple slide out of the bed as they rolled over. A bang knocked the breath from Harry as Gwenn-es landed right on top of him, this time wrapping thighs and calves tightly around him. Instantly, tension broke from his mouth in a climactic rushing gasp as she squeezed hard her legs and arms.

***

Sarah Jane straddled the small of the Doctor's back, gently massaging the stiffness from his latissimus dorsi. All he wore was his white shirt, plaid vest and black trousers with suspenders, and lay with his chin resting across his folded arms. "A bit to the left... ah yes that's excellent! Vintage... mmmph." The soothing pressure of Sarah 's fingers released each little knot. "This is nice," commented Smith as she continued to knead one particular knot from his trapezium. "I must say, you're just muscle and bone."

The Doctor sighed and stretched carefully. "Lovely Sarah Jane. All along and you never mentioned you had a these talents... Are you certain you didn't take classes?" Warmth from the fire combined with soporific champagne deliciously washed his senses. Suddenly he felt Sarah Jane tense still on his back. "What's the matter?" he asked, turning his head around as far as he could without breaking his neck.

"Shh Doctor, I hear someone's coming..."

He gently eased out from his position and pulled on his jacket again. Heavy boots clomped down the halls, as Javrice and Illdense approached the guest chamber.

"Plan b!" cried the Doctor. Rapidly the Doctor stripped off his scarf jacket and vest, tossing them to the floor. Eyes wide with fright, Sarah Jane struggled at the lacing to her dress. Trying her best, Sarah Jane Smith got most of her skirt off, but still fumbled with the massive crinoline slips. Shaking hands helped her as well as they could.

"I'll bet anything they're exchanging formulas just now," predicted Javrice. "I know that Doctor fellow is a sly one."

Tumbling rapidly into the large bed they scrambled under the sheets. "What will they do to us," gasped Sarah Jane, shaking all over. "If they heard us nattering on about what's REALLY at the bottom of this!"

"Relax Sarah. It will be fine, I assure you," reassured the Doctor, his own voice nearly quavering. Footsteps sounded closer outside, as the Doctor drew Sarah Jane into his arms, pulling the sheets far up around them. "Just pretend you're sitting on my knee and keep calm. I promise you I won't do anything to hurt you... or make you ashamed." They lay on their sides, facing one another.

Sarah hesitated. "Go on, put your arms around me," urged the Doctor. "That's it, now. Breathe deep, and relax, that's it." He felt her stiffening in fear and near terror, but she tried her best to play the part. A strange new sensation washed over her as she lay close to his 60-degree body temperature. Shivering in near conniption, she pressed her mouth into his. Strength and sensitivity resided in his pursed lips as he unselfishly returned the gesture. "Mph, yes that's it..." she heard him mutter softly. "We'll just be nice and gentle..."

"Doctor, I had no idea you knew about this sort of thing…" she murmured.

"I have observed such behaviors," he said with a twinkle in his blue eyes as Sarah dared run her hand through the tangle of soft brown curls.

"Feel my hair too it won't hurt," suggested Sarah, finally relaxing enough to assume a comfortable position in the Doctor's strong and rather bony arms. His fingers accordingly ran through her long thick hair. Already he pulled at his floppy cravat with one hand, until she had gently and simply untied the knot and unbuttoned his collar. Strange how this white shirt was fastened; a zipper ran up half the front. Once it reached the top, a fold over flap buttoned with two small buttons, covering the front of his neck.

Her bare arms and legs slipped against the cool silk of the surrounding sheets. Kiss after kiss she implanted on his mouth and cheeks, drinking in each gentle firmness of his own. Her tongue slid against his, tasting the sweet champagne lingering in his saliva... strange how this didn't seem revolting now. The Doctor grunted suddenly, wriggling fiercely. "What's wrong," she asked, still sitting on his knee.

"These wretched suspenders are binding my shoulders, that's what Sarah," he complained. "Try getting them off, will you?" Bright light nearly blinded her. Drawing in her breath, she pressed herself close to his warmth, burying her face in his shoulder. Her legs wrapped about his waist as he shifted onto his back for a change. Desperately she sought those last shreds of security in his arms. To the Doctor, it seemed like a renewed embrace, and accordingly he brushed his mouth to hers in his usual gracious way. He felt her fingers digging into his silvery hair as she showered his face with kisses. Three silhouettes in the doorway glared at them. "Oi you lot! Hey, aren't we entitled to privacy?" cried Sarah. In one hand she clutched the Doctor's suspenders. Chilly air hit her bare protruding arm.

"Sorry to disturb you Doctor, but we're checking for suspicious behavior."

"Do you mind?" shouted the Doctor angrily, tingeing his voice with exasperation. "I'm in the middle of something important."

"Nothing suspicious here sir," laughed one of the privateers.

"I wonder," muttered another. Sarah Jane shrieked as one of the privateers whipped off the sheets covering her. Desperately she scrambled to hide from their filthy glares.

"None of that now!" snapped the Doctor in anger. Spreading himself over her, he concealed her form from the gawking privateers. They were a bit surprised to see that he still wore his dark trousers and white shirt!

"Isn't she rather what we didn't figure for his taste, sir?" the privateer asked. "And wouldn't he get hot still wearing all those clothes?"

"Flapdoodle, Let me remind you I'm fit, all systems go for a man of 745!" retorted the Doctor, sniffing. He tried his best to evenly distribute his weight over the trembling reported as he pulled the sheets around them again. "If you've quite finished meddling into our private affairs, I have a mind to complain about your vulgar minds and impudence to Sarah Jane. Who happens to be rather mortified by your comments…"

"I would've made sure I pulled more off her," said another, matter of factly.

"Sod off you lot! A woman is to be respected!" burst out Sarah Jane in cold fury, nearly catapulting the Doc off her as she leapt up. She would have torn their insides out if she could. "You nasty chauvinist wretches, who see women as only mere slaves to your sleazy whims!" She quivered with the fiery anger that burned her innards, held back solely by the Doctor's restraining arm.

"Relax my dear, they're not worth it," soothed the Doctor, depositing a kiss on her forehead. His shock of curly brown hair was fluffed into disarray. Blankets fell from the Time lord as he sat up, his sweaty half-buttoned bohemian shirt sticking to his chest and arms, and held Sarah Jane close to him. She wore the soft silk slip from her fancy dress, and glared near hatred from her dark eyes at the leering privateers.

"Nothing unusual here, sir," said the corps leader. "Leave the strange fellow be. It's obvious that he's no different than any of us. Good luck," he winked at the irate Doctor.

"Got quite a spirited lass there. Good choice."

Sarah Jane couldn't hold back the angry steamed tears any longer. Burying her face in his shoulder, she sobbed quietly in great depression. Gently the Doctor held her and tried his best to comfort his friend. All he could do was to hold her and say, "It's alright... hush, don't cry." He nearly hated himself, but was relived that they understood. "This relationship they call loving must be terrible… am I correct in assuming that you've had a rather nasty experience in the past?"

"That's the human mind, or one example of it. Take a mere basic function of life, and they wrap sophisticated rituals and connotations around it. Some fellows are unwell when it comes to attitude, like those men," Sarah gritted. "And it seems those sods are just the same here, even WORSE… are treated as chattels, just another commodity to posses and rule, as if they were a bottle of rare wine, or a breed of cattle," pointed out Sarah, who dabbed her eyes with the Doctor's handkerchief as he stroked her face and gently shushed her.

"I'm sorry my dear, if this hurt you," he apologized, placing an arm around her shoulders and staring into the darkness. "Those humans can be so easily fooled. But I assure you this thing of human romance is not meant to be embarrassing and painful. At least I HOPE not…."

"What an experiment. But it wasn't all that terrible. Nothing happened that you didn't already predict, and you and I respect each other. I value that," Sarah ventured. Waves of good old-fashioned fatigue washed into her mind, and she slowly settled down into the bed once more.

"Thank you, and Sarah Jane, I rather enjoyed it… we must… find a time… to explore this… a bit more…" he whispered, laying on his left side facing her. Gently he stroked her cheek.

"Without nosy parkers," she added. "Doctor… I don't regret it… it's just one lousy thing can spoil the whole lot…"

"I may be a Time Lord, but I'm not TOTALLY dim when it comes to this… sort of thing," the Doctor puffed up a bit of his hair that fell into his blue eyes as he tucked Sarah's dark hair behind her petite ears. "And when we were… engaged in… the distraction… I sensed shame, and fear… you care to talk about it…"

"It's really… nothing Doctor," she whispered, sighing about how on this alien planet they'd blundered into, she would be tempted to bare her soul about how she'd been ill used by some fools in the past.

"It is to me. Best friends, right?" he asked.

"When I was studying journalism there was this editor bloke, who was always giving me the women's angle stuff," Sarah sighed as the Doctor leaned up on his elbow to listen. "And well… I remember him finally listening to my complaining about getting something with more MEAT to it… and well… he invited poor innocent little me to come toddling over for dinner… one night for some new 'ideas'… about how I could help improve the magazine…"

"Sarah, what happened?" the Doctor asked as he gently pierced her gaze, with his blue eyes that seemed to peel back the layers of her soul. The grin had faded to a serious stare as she haltingly told him of Bruce Barnham. Her body tensed and the Doctor suddenly realized with his slight reading of telepathy that it was the reason for her shyness, her hesitation, other then crossing some line that Time Lords weren't supposed to step over.

"It's silly rather. There I was, all thinking that I could finally pack it in and get the blighter to listen to me," Sarah said, her lips twisting into a sarcastic half smile, although her dark eyes glistened with tears. "And there's wine, and music and all sorts of niceties, and what do I do… I let some MAN get close to me and it's all I can do to get the sod off of me…"

"Sarah…" the Doctor sighed. "Why are you thinking it's SILLY? I'm guessing he wanted something you weren't willing to give…"

"Doctor, human men can be such BEASTS… I said no, and next thing I was up against the wall…. And… his hands were all but pawing me… but I just… I just froze…"

"Please tell me," the Doctor implored, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. "Unless it's too traumatic…"

"When I finally got my wits about me again," Sarah continued, her chin wobbling as she hesitated, and her voice slurred with sobs. "He'd all but… torn my dress, for his troubles, and I barely managed to knee him in a rather PAINFUL spot… and scream bloody murder as I tried to get out of there…"

"But you did…"

"I can still feel his slimy hands on me,' Sarah winced. "It took a LONG time to even TRUST any chap on a date. And there you have it…" she finished, trying to put a brave smile on. "And then it was Aunt Lavinia's self defense courses and a few hundred quid on therapy, and nobody would ever take advantage of me again…"

"I'm sorry Sarah," the Doctor said, stroking her cheek. "You shouldn't blame yourself for that idiot's stupidity… or blame yourself for a simple physiological response… fight or flight… it's a basic human instinct…"

"Doctor, don't you get it I FROZE! I'm supposed to be a journalist… a professional… I was a nanna for getting into that fix in the first place…" Sarah said angrily, biting her lip and turning away.

"Waffle, waffle, waffle! Don't be ridiculous," the Doctor sighed as he shook his head. "Give yourself some credit. You are after all far beyond that… and you don't deserve to emotionally wallow in that. It's not like you Sarah…"

"We all have our secrets, Doctor," she sighed.

"I didn't… take advantage of you, did I?" he asked slowly. "In our… diversion?"

"Oh Doctor, of course not," she chucked, and sighed as she turned over. "I suppose, we're such good friends because there IS no tension… and well… tonight…the lines got blurred…"

"I do apologize," the Doctor said.

"The truth was… I rather liked it. Because I know, you'd never hurt me…" Sarah whispered.

"I never would. You're my best friend, got it?" the Doctor smiled.

"Quite… friends," Sarah bit her lip.

"But you want to cross that line…"

"I know what you're going to say… Time Lords are above romantic twaddle…"

"You DO know I renounced their society," the Doctor said slowly. "And well, perhaps I never wanted to cause emotional harm to my friends… the female companions… for they always had deep needs, hurting in their lives. I never thought myself even considering such a… relationship with any of them, or of my own species…"

"Are you telling me Time Lords are found under some cosmic gooseberry bush?" Sarah Jane laughed.

"Gallifreyans reproduce, Time Lords are made. And well, when you are out observing and trying to keep your hands lily white… you can't afford to get caught up in something messy like a romantic entanglement," the Doctor said slowly. "And if two Time Lords, or two gallifreyans want to reproduce, they simply combine their DNA into one recombinant batch, and a child is produced in a rather large nursery. Gallifreyan nursemaids raise IT for a time… and then given the proper tests to determine its curriculum…" the Doctor sighed.

"So no sex please, we're Time Lords?" she joked weakly.

"Rather," he sighed. "But rules were made to be broken. And well, there WERE some exceptions…"

"You knew that first hand?"

"Yes," the Doctor nodded, with a far-off look. "A long time ago… at the Academy some of us got some idea about reproducing the old fashioned way… and you can imagine how THAT went over…"

"Probably threw the high council into fits?" Sarah laughed.

"Let's just say, there ARE things we can learn from 'less advanced races," The Doctor couldn't resist teasing, and Sarah jabbed him in the ribs.

"Ooh aren't YOU in for a scragging for that," she laughed, suddenly loosing the tension in her body. They lay down, Sarah still in her slip, and the Doctor in his trousers and shirtsleeves.

"So… where does this leave us…" she asked.

"Crossing a line, or not," the Doctor said slowly. "There aren't many I would. Life is so fleeting… but it's not outside the realm of possibility…"

"I'm very glad to hear that," she said, choking a bit.

"But even if they are… explored," the Doctor said. "We will always be friends. Fellow Travelers. And I would always make certain no harm comes to you… advertantly…"

"There's always time, Doctor, to coin a phrase…" she chuckled. "And right now, I'm very… touched… that you'd… open yourself up to… such a possibility…"

"In the future," the Doctor. "Even though to me, past, present and future are one…"

"Heh," Sarah laughed as they shifted to get comfortable, and he drew the blanket up over her. Sarah nodded and simply let herself curl up next to him. The Doctor was unsure if her lack of an answer meant she wanted him to explore 'romance' or simply bask in friendship. For now, he chose their companionship, and for Sarah it was enough as she felt his arm around her, and the coolness of his body and the sound of his hearts under her ear as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

The Doctor continued to watch her in his sleep, even after he turned out the light, and new the morning would bring certain danger. He had to figure out a way to get Harry and Sarah off this planet and back to the TARDIS. And he knew that with a companion like Sarah Jane Smith, it seemed a simpler task indeed.

"That's it. Just relax and try to sleep, now."