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A Letter To Bannermen Road
Dear Sarah Jane? No Hello Sarah Jane…no no that's even more terrible. Em Hi ya S.J? Okay now I just sound like a poorly dubbed 4kids character.
Sorry for being such an idiot. I 'HAD' planned to write this earlier. Way way way before well this happened to me. When I was this amazing woman or when I was a white haired Scotsman but hey you know me I never really one good with time keeping was I?
So…..How have you been? How is Clyde and the crew. Did Luke finish Uni yet. Herd your planning on giving Rani her own Sonic Lipstick. I say she really is getting up in the world. Also Heard you got a new kid recently well recently for you. For me that was so long ago. About 2000 or 3000 years ago. Dam forgot I owe K-9 some birthday presents.
Speaking about needed reunions. I almost met up with Davros recently. Yeah kinda messed up the genesis of the Daleks. Sorta invented the name….catchphrase….. even the plunger. Okay I know it sounds worse than it is. In my defence I was dealing with some post regeneration issues. You know how it is. I was abet tempted to get out some skipping rope and skip with the first Metaltron. Imagine that me and the first Dalek hopping along in front of Davros. Hoping along, swimming along and doing my best not to get exterminated.
Ah; but seriously Sarah Jane. I'm sorry for not being around more often. When we last met with Jo. I promised myself we would see more of each other. The last two me's. I think you would have like them. The twelfth me okay a bit of a hardcases but his heart was in the right place. The woman I used to be. You two would get on like a house on fire. She took after you. You know. They were both woman who lived.
Sometimes I think back to our days in the Tardis. When she snuck into my Tardis. Medieval England trying to outdo the Sontarans. Fighting off one giant spider after another. Still got one of their legs somewhere in the Tardis. Might accidently create Spider Man one day. Been thinking about paying Stan Lee a visit.
Meeting Davros the first time. Was there ever time he didn't sound like a vulture? Traveling with Harry the three of us musket erring through time and space. Using my jelly babies our own personal jelly babies. The hand of fear….
Sorry I should have been more thoughtful there. The day you packed up your stuff and walked out those doors. I won't like Sarah. I hated it. I really truly hated it. I swear I didn't take you with me because Galifrey was in danger. The Master…oh yeah you met him once back in the Deadzone. How come you two didn't clash more I will never understand. Was doing his usual 'You will obey me stick' Like he usually did.
But for why I didn't come back for you.
I could say so many things to you why I didn't return. I could say because the Time Lords needed me to protect Galifrey, I could say I was hunting down the Master, I could even use Mobius as an excuse.
But I can't as I would be lying. I always lie Sarah Jane. My own personal motto. One I'm really getting bored with every regeneration that passes.
I didn't come back because….Bcasue..
The Thirteenth Doctor's Console Room
The Fourteenth Doctor scowled as he crackled the inked paper in his hands in anger and dismay. Sitting down on the metal caged floor listing to the Tardis's humming cloister bells ringing. The timelord crinkled the 16th attempted letter he had tried to write.
Why couldn't he just write the dam thing. He had been in this regeneration for one year now. "Almost sixty for Time Lord standards." He mused. While trying to uncover why this unusual facial reuse had happened to him. This incarnation found a certain longing. A small type of emptiness not even the empty child could lower down to.
Recently he had been having dreams about his companions. All of them. Even Adam.
Since regaining this face. He vowed never to re meet any of them encase of the potential danger which this recycled reincarnation could lead them into. Yaz, Tegan and Ace. He saw how they suffered by the Spy Master. He didn't want it to happen again.
So he went with plan L. Letters. Writing a letter to drift around time and space. Hopefully to just catch up with at least one of them. Just one member of his beautiful family.
Last night he dreamt about Sarah Jane. His Sarah Jane. Nothing evil nor fancied. Rather a memory. When he first met her in that science centre back in his Third Doctor days. Seeing how in control she was. Her fiery temper so tamed. Balanced perfectly out by her graceful beauty.
What drew the Doctor to her though. Was her eyes. She was so fearless. Fear had no meaning to her. She was so under control. Something about creating a mystery with in her. Locking him out and also demanding he solved it.
Between the two of them. One would think she was the Doctor and he was her goofy companion. He wished he could have felt that moment a second time, a third time, a millionth time.
When he was with her. He felt so completed. No degeneration could have distorted him so long as he was with her. Looking back on her video diaries and her journals. She claimed he was the one who gave him strength. He inspired her to be something more than she was. He was the reason she lived an incredible life.
He wished he could have told she was sorely mistaken in this analysis about herself.
She was the one who made him the Doctor. She brought out something he had not felt…well since Susan's grandmother.
She found a way for him to catch his breath. To stop being a daft old man who stole a magic box but be a Doctor who had the largest family in the entire multiverse.
Which is what he finally wrote down onto his letter. Sealing it and licking it. The Doctor took out the yellow gemmed Sonic Screwdriver he had been recently using. Which he had inherited. Getting the quirky ideas he usually was known for. The Doctor Cele-taped his former self's sonic into his seventeenth and final letter for Bannermen road.
Perhaps a welcome to the family present for Sky.
The Tardis finished off her booming echoing. "Bannerman Road. 18th October 2011." He chuckled sadly. "Her gang have just delt with the Mr Seth scam. Luke has just made up Sky's room. Big Brother and a Little sister moment. Clyde and Rani are probably arguing over some exam results and Sarah Jane is just happily in the garden with a cup of tea."
The Doctor kept the letter and old screwdriver secured in his hands. Ready to post it into the red box attached to the houses brick wall. His Third, Fourth, Tenth and Eleventh self's begging him to go into that house and spend time with the Smiths. To be more apart of that world than he originally was.
But he couldn't that wasn't his story. These were her stories and he would have the luxury of reading about the Sarah Jane Adventures for the next sixty regenerations and more. He would always be a fan of her travels no matter what he would turn into. Luke, Clyde, Rani, Sky and Maria. Only she would be lucky to have companions such as them.
Tucking the Tardis doors. The Doctor was about to post his letter; but hesitation briefly took hold of him. The professed grandfather eyed the beautiful house. A home he wished he could have lived with his dearly beloved Sarah Jane Smith. In a matter of seconds he could see the life he wished he could have played out for themselves. The fourth Doctor coming back to her. Proposing to her. Their wedding on the second moon from Thal. Harry as his best man, Mike as the groomsman and the Brigadier leading her down the aisle.
Finding a planetary paradise. Building her house similar to the one he was viewing now. Allowing Susan to inherit the Tardis. Using the chameleon arch to make his body human but marinating his current body. Growing old together. Having children. Four boy and three girls. Becoming grandparents (Again in his case) then finally just accepting the final page.
The life he wished he had been brave enough to claim back that day. The moment he wished he could have redeemed in that moment. The dream the warrior fantasized about on the time warred barracks.
"One Day. One day. I will be able to tell you Sarah Jane. One day I will come back here and I will tell you."
Opening the door fully and embracing the summer princessed light onto his face.
"I will tell you I do love you. Sarah Jane Smith."
The End