Unusual Reunions, Chapter 9
Big News
I'm an awful person, and an even worse updater. Also, I wanted to see if Martha and Rose might be friends.
"Uh, Sarah?" Martha rapped politely on the older woman's door. "Do you mind if I come in?"
"No, not at all," Sarah Jane said, patting the spot on the floor next to her. "I'm just trying to finish this drawing. Was there something you wanted to talk about, dear?"
Martha twirled her hair nervously. "Uh, yeah, actually. It's just that you seem to be the most experienced with this stuff... Sarah, do you think Mickey likes me?"
She was taken aback. "Well, uh, Martha, that's a complicated question. Has he said anything?"
Martha sighed. "No, but that's just it. He doesn't say anything. He's probably still in love with Rose, for all I know." She got up to leave. "Just my luck tha-"
"Martha Jones! I had no idea that you liked Mickey!" Sarah grabbed her arm. "Now, what you have to do is throw all caution to the wind. Boys need detailed directions, I should know. They never look at anything but face value. Just ask him if he likes you, and if not (which I doubt,) then say, 'HA! Sarah Jane owes me twenty quid.' Alright?"
Martha nodded, blushing slightly. "Thanks."
She smiled back at the closing door. Ah, young love. With a sigh, she turned back to her notepad. Now, onto the final touch-
The door burst open, revealing an agitated Donna.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE THE NERVE. HE STOLE MY BEST LIP-LINER TO 'FIX THE TARDIS.'"
Sarah knew exactly who she was talking about.
"Give him this," she said, handing Donna her own lip-liner. "It's the same shape, and if you offer it to him with a banana, he's sure to take it."
"Thanks," she called over her shoulder, almost crashing into Rose as she came in. At this rate, Sarah would be giving advice like a time-traveling Giving Tree.
"If Ten can't find his converse, tell him they're in the wash."
"No, no. It's not that... It's just that you're the second person I've told. I'm kind of nervous, we tried to tell you guys before, but there was that one food fight..."
"Go on..."
"Sarah, I'm pregnant."
TBC!
