Okay so here we have Sarah-Jane with the fourth Doctor. It's from a diffrent angle this time, but still the same idea. Enjoy!
Sarah-Jane was hanging limply in the Doctor's arms, as he kicked open the door to his TARDIS and rushed in. He very carefully laid Sarah-Jane on the floor, before hastily dematerializing. As soon as he was sure they had safely taken off, he scoped Sarah-Jane back up, and ran down the halls to the med-bay.
"Now stay with me Sarah. Do you hear me?" As the Doctor shouted at the young girl, she drifted in and out of consciousness; probably because of the strange gas she had breathed in a few minutes earlier.
"Sarah-Jane Smith, if you don't keep awake I'll feed you nothing but jelly babies for the next two weeks, do you understand?" The Doctor was panicking now, as he stretched his best friend out on a clean white cot.
He quickly attached a few wires to her, and then slid a needle into Sarah-Jane's arm, which held a milky blue looking substance.
After about thirty seconds Sarah-Jane mummered, "Doctor, Doctor, I'm feeling kind of funny."
"Oh thank Rassilon!" The Doctor let out a breath, and planted a big, fatherly kiss on Sarah-Jane's forehead.
"Where are we?" She asked, sitting up, and trying to pluck off the wires.
"No you don't," The Doctor said, slapping Sarah-Jane's hands away from the wires, and pushing her flat onto the bed.
"We're in the TARDIS, and you're not moving. You may not be dead, but you're still very ill, and you won't be getting out of this bed for a long time. You'll probably pass out in about 47 seconds, and then be in a delirious sate for about 19 hours." The Doctor pulled a blanket up to her chin, and gave her one of his big smiles. "Sleep well." He whispered, and then Sarah-Jane slipped into a world of blackness.
The first 18 and ½ of her sleep went by quietly, with Sarah-Jane hardly moving, while the Doctor monitored her progress, and ate Jelly Babies. Then, when they only had about half an hour to go, Sarah-Jane started to whisper.
"Why are you here?" Her voice sounded young and delicate, as if she were a crying child. "Why won't you leave me alone?" Her voice rose an octave and got much, much louder.
"Leave me alone!" Her hand reached out, then limped back to the cot with a soft thud.
"Sarah?" The Doctor asked. "Sarah, it's alright, you're having a dream." He tried to shake her awake, but he knew it was no use. She was out cold.
"No, no, no." Sarah-Jane whimpered. "Please stop, don't no, please, please. No, no, no..." Her voice softly faded away, and the Doctor relaxed with it, hoping her nightmare was over.
"No! Doctor!" The jump from perfect silence to Sarah-Jane screaming his name almost caused the Doctor to fall out of her chair.
"NO! I'm sorry Doctor; don't leave me alone he'll find me! Don't go, Doctor! Please, take me with you, I promise I'll be good." Her voice sounded like itself now, but she was still screaming, and the Doctor didn't know what to do.
"It's okay." He finally whispered. He hoped maybe his voice would calm her down, but she started to thrash around.
'She's going to hurt herself.' The Doctor thought. Sarah-Jane continued to scream his name out, as if he was leaving her behind.
On impulse, the Doctor jumped up onto the cot right over top Sarah, and pinned her arms down.
"I'm here Sarah. Right here and I'll never ever, EVER leave you." Looking down on her pallid face, he saw her eyes flicker.
"Doctor?" She asked, in a fuzzy sort of way.
"I'm here, Sarah!" He tried to comfort her, but she was still too asleep.
"Please don't leave me, I have nowhere to go, and no one to love me besides you Doctor. I can't go home He's there! You CAN"T LEAVE ME!" Her eyes where open now, and she was staring at him with the icy cold look of fear.
"I won't, I promise. Never. I wouldn't ever even think of it." He stared right back, and tried to make her understand through the thick haze of drugs.
"Never?" She asked, with both hope and doubt in her sleepy voice.
"Never." He confirmed, shaking his head.
"Thank you, Doctor." She replied, with a tone that implied her whole world was perfect now. Slowly, then, her eyes dropped, her head rolled to the side, and her muscles relaxed.
"You're welcome, Sarah-Jane. You are so very, very welcome."
How was it? I don't think it's as good as it could have been, but too late now, huh? And if you interested, the back story for the first part of Sarah-Jane's dream that I had in mind is a lot like the amazing story HEALING that Kittenmommy wrote. Coming next is Adric with the fifth Doctor. Please review!
