sarah jane smith
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the doctor's best friend
" On the Run Again "
human ✧
Posts: 185
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 25, give or take
Occupation: Keeping the Doctor in one piece
In Love W/: The Doctor
Written By: calamity
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Post by sarah jane smith on Oct 30, 2020 5:54:43 GMT
The attic was quiet. It was a nice change after the wild ride of the last few days. Everything had gone quite well. She missed having Luke around to wind down with, to talk about what had gone right, what had gone hilarious, and what they'd failed at. She had had a quick phone call with him when she'd needed some quick math on the fly, and she knew he was well, but she missed him. When he'd lived at Bannerman Road with her full time, there had been a difference in the house even when he was sleeping. Tonight it was just her and the stars out her skylight. For her, there were stars, tea and a half filled out crossword puzzle that she was mulling over, her feet up on the coffee table. She never let her gang do that, but they weren't here right now. Mr.Smith's sudden sonorous voice almost startled her. It was coming from her phone, a neat trick that Luke had set up for her. She was incredibly fond of Mr.Smith, but it was an awful lot of hoopdala every time he unpacked himself. "Sarah Jane?"
"Mr. Smith?" She just about had 26 down, and wasn't interested in interruption. "I'm reading an Escalation of Temporal Flux."
"Are you reading the Rift?" If it was the Rift, Jack would be on it. "Analyzing."
"Hmmm." "Temporal and Relative Dimensional Interference Sensed."Well. That certainly got her attention. She put down her tea and started zipping up her boots. "Temporal Flux Escalating."It felt like her heart beat was doing the same. (( clara oswald ))
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clara oswald
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the impossible girl
" show me the stars "
human ✧
Posts: 51
Pronouns: she/her
Age: between 24 and 31
Occupation: teacher. space nanny. time-traveller. I dabble.
In Love W/: the twelfth doctor
Written By: dreams
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Post by clara oswald on Nov 19, 2020 1:32:27 GMT
"Okay...now what?" she asked herself, nearly out of breath from barging through those blue doors. She took a step back, curious and anticipating brown eyes staring at the TARDIS console. She had did what the Doctor had said -- put his screw-driver into the temporal insertion thingy, which was supposed to send a complicated message across all of space and time, which would help her contact his other friends, and, together, they could all come up with a brilliant plan to stop the alien menace ravaging the foreign planet they were on. Except, well, now the alien was targeting Earth... and had trapped the man she had known and loved.
Her chocolate orbs scanned the buttons on the console, flitting around, waiting for it to do something. Waiting for her action to mean something, for a screen to come up a contact list or something that would allow her to talk to the Doctor's other living family and former friends. "Please tell me this is the part where you do something immensely clever and help save him," she prayed to the TARDIS impatiently, hoping in all that was good that the sentient snogbox would cooperate with rescuing the bow-tie wearing idiot.
But, then the big blue doors slammed shut, and suddenly, the interior was spinning, and she gasped. The TARDIS was leaving, taking her somewhere else. Surprise, realization, and slight fear suddenly overtook the brunnette's dainty features, making her eyes seem even wider. Her heart sank. "No, no, no, no, no..." she panicked, noticing that the police box beginning to disappear. Travelling across the stars, and away from her owner. From the one she was supposed to be saving. Panicked, the impossible girl sprung forward, slim fingers pressing buttons and flipping any relevant lever she could find. Anything to stop the TARDIS from taking off.
"NO!!" She shouted, running down the walkway, and pushing herself against the interior wooden doors. Manicured fists slammed against them in retaliation of what was happening. "You can't do this!" she told the TARDIS. "Take me back!" she demanded. This wasn't the plan. This was so far from the plan. From what the Doctor had told her. And, it was already evident that this was what he had been planning all along. That he had tricked her. Lied to her again. Sent her away again. In order to keep her safe, because whatever was happening, or was about to happen was risky, too dangerous.
But, that also meant that it was also too dangerous for him. And, he needed her there. She needed to be there.
She hung onto the handles and closed her eyes as the TARDIS de-materilized, and re-appeared somewhere else. Somewhere else most likely being her "home" -- near 31 Oakstreet in Chiswick. But, even though they had obviously landed, she refused to go outside. She refused to be deceived again.
"If you ever cared about him... if you cared about him at all... you'd take me back." she murmured to the TARDIS stubbornly, determined not to move from her spot against the exit. Scared that, if she went through those beautiful blue doors, she would never be able to see them again. Never be able to see him again. Her eyes were furious and watery, upset with the Timelord for lying to her, and upset with herself for falling for it. But, she should know by now. It was one of the first things she had learned while travelling with him. The most important rule.
Rule 1:
The Doctor Lies.
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sarah jane smith
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the doctor's best friend
" On the Run Again "
human ✧
Posts: 185
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 25, give or take
Occupation: Keeping the Doctor in one piece
In Love W/: The Doctor
Written By: calamity
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Post by sarah jane smith on Nov 19, 2020 6:13:00 GMT
There was a spot in the attic she always kept clear. It was where the TARDIS had landed. Sarah Jane had not told her gang that she thought of it as TARDIS parking, but when they noticed she'd kept it clear, they just followed suit without question. And here it was happening. As she'd hoped. As she'd waited for. As she had secretly feared, if only a little. The TARDIS was back. As it settled into solidity, some of her papers were drifting to the floor, and something had been knocked off the wall. Sarah Jane half leaned back on Mr.Smith's cabinet, her splayed hands keeping her steady, and her eyes wide taking it all in. There it was, that damned beautiful blue box. She realized she her mouth was agape, and she shut it. Realizing the Doctor was going to pop out in a moment, she got herself upright and tugged her clothes back into order. And waited. A few seconds later she frowned. A few seconds after she went up the small rise of stairs and stood with her nose just inches from the door. Nothing. Sarah Jane squared her shoulders and took a good grip on her sensibility before decisively knocking 'shave-and-a-hair-cut-Two-Bits'. ( clara oswald )
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clara oswald
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the impossible girl
" show me the stars "
human ✧
Posts: 51
Pronouns: she/her
Age: between 24 and 31
Occupation: teacher. space nanny. time-traveller. I dabble.
In Love W/: the twelfth doctor
Written By: dreams
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Post by clara oswald on Dec 12, 2020 1:50:54 GMT
She waited. Then, she waited some more, hugging those silver handles, holding them tight as if they were the bane of her existence. Her life very well depended on them, and so did the Doctor's --the Doctor's, a million times more. She could have stood there all day, and she was prepared to. Nothing was going to jar her from her spot. Nothing was going to stop her from getting back to him. She would get back to him. She would save him. And, she would most definitely slap him into next week.
But even as she stood there, head pressed against those doors and inwardly hoping upon hope and praying beyond prayer that the TARDIS would listen, she also recognized that there was something else strange about this. Something that felt.. not quite right.
She listened. And what she heard, or rather, what she didn't hear was out of the ordinary. If the TARDIS really had landed her outside of her flat, shouldn't she hear the shuffling of feet? Muffled voices? Laughing? Bicycle horns? They were all perfectly normal sounds to hear in the street. Especially on a weekend. Unless, of course, the TARDIS had mapped itself inside her flat, but that didn't make sense. The Doctor had never materialized within the her residential walls before, and with the TARDIS being an angry cow, she wouldn't give her the courtesy on her own... which meant... if she wasn't in the street, outside her flat... where was she?
It was then that she heard the knocks. Almost immediately, she gasped and took a large step away from the double doors that had always been sworn to keep her safe. Backing away slowly, she kept her wide, somewhat frightened eyes on the entrance, and stared at the secure stronghold in disbelief, already shaken by the previous events. She stopped at a decent distance away while she waited for a voice or an act of aggression -- something to determine what the knock wanted, and who or what it could have belonged to.
She kept her calm and reliant resolve, and put on a brave face. A brave voice followed as her response came out in a curious call of a question, in which she felt was currently and the quickest way to get an answer. One that was not afraid, despite how she truly felt at the precise moment. "Hello?"
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sarah jane smith
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the doctor's best friend
" On the Run Again "
human ✧
Posts: 185
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 25, give or take
Occupation: Keeping the Doctor in one piece
In Love W/: The Doctor
Written By: calamity
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Post by sarah jane smith on Dec 12, 2020 22:29:14 GMT
She knew the moment she knocked on it that it was the TARDIS. The TARDIS. However one could not be too careful, and she tapped the speaker on her phone and turning away to whisper into it. "Mr.Smith, is that the Doctor's TARDIS?" " Sarah Jane, my sensors say that it is 99.64 percent certain that the Doctor's TARDIS has landed here in the attic."
Reassured, she spun around and tried to make sense of it all, especially that uncertain voice that hailed her. Her investigative mind put the pieces together in a heartbeat. The Doctor's TARDIS, but not the Doctor. Unless he'd just regenerated. He could be mighty mentally disheveled after a regeneration. And if he'd turn into a woman, he'd be doubly confused. Occam's razor though, said that this was one of the Doctor's assistants, and she was in trouble. "Hello?" She replied, loud enough to be heard through the door. "Are you all right? Are you the Doctor's assistant? I'm Sarah Jane, why don't you come on out of there?" Was the Doctor hurt? Missing? Something had gone wrong. She hoped it wasn't the Universe at stake again, she had plans to cut her roses before winter fully hit. clara oswald
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clara oswald
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the impossible girl
" show me the stars "
human ✧
Posts: 51
Pronouns: she/her
Age: between 24 and 31
Occupation: teacher. space nanny. time-traveller. I dabble.
In Love W/: the twelfth doctor
Written By: dreams
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Post by clara oswald on Jan 9, 2021 17:34:30 GMT
She could hear a muffled voice outside the TARDIS doors. Although she stood a good distance, some few metres away, she could definitely tell it was a woman's voice. Her eyebrows betwixt in confusion, her cleverness and curiosity working in time. She searched her brain for the face of the person on the other side, for any recognition of familiarity. It definitely wasn't her gran. Seemed like... someone closer to her step-mum's age, by the sound of it.
The young brunnette waited, preparing herself for whatever could happen next. Clenching and unclenching her fists as she struggled with the reality she was faced with, and the fact that the situation at hand couldn't be farther out of her control -- struggling with her decision to stay in the TARDIS, or go outside of it. Honestly, she was surprised the old cow hadn't left her yet.
Pushing her insecurity and fear aside, she marched over to the control panel and swung the monitor towards her. The display only showed bouncing blue gallifreyan symbols, like a computer screen in sleep mode for a couple of moments. "Come on, show me what's outside," she boss-prayed, her brown orbs searching the display for any slight switch of visual, and hoping the TARDIS would be on her side. Just this once, she needed the TARDIS to be on her side. "You brought me here." she stated matter-of-factly, beginning to believe that the TARDIS had done it of her own free will. "I have a right to know where I am." Her voice was low as she spoke to the sentient ship, trying to bargain with it, the need to know strong in her voice and her face brave. Straight-forward. Trying her best to plead, but also get her way by the smallest of fractions.
And, somehow, by some miracle, it worked. The impossible girl grinned ecstatically with a small jump and clasped her hands together in glee in temporary excitement and victory, soon to have them crossed over her chest in accomplishment. The monitor glitched, then brightened to present a picturesque view of an older woman with brown hair -- a woman who, Clara could have sworn, looked like she could have been her futuristic double. Her features became more inquisitive as she analyzed the surroundings, and the woman's actions carefully. The TARDIS had landed her in an attic or shed or something. For a brief second, the nanny imagined that she was seeing herself, mid-fifties. That the woman outside the door was... her future. But, there was something about her face that was all wrong.
But, then, when the brunnette heard the journalist's voice, she knew for certain that the woman on the other side wasn't her. Her face contorted, surprised and a little offended at how quick the woman was to assume the platonic commonality between her and the Doctor. "I'm not his assistant," She countered, walking around the console and down the pathway to be at an honorable length and at par with the TARDIS doors, and stared them down before taking on a face of confidence and faith. "I'm his friend." She told the other woman defiantly, "I am his closest friend," she reported, her voice almost cracking at the severity of the teetering emotions she felt, because she knew, deep down, they thought of each other as a bit more than that. And, she knew, deep down, that he had betrayed her. Abandoned her. But, she couldn't let that consume her right now. She couldn't let the other woman hear the tremble she felt. The hurt she felt. She had to be clear, concise, communicative. Because, the Doctor would do the same for her. "And, right now... he's not here. He is in trouble." She told the woman, her brown eyes welling with tears. "Somewhere far away... and very not good."
Don't you dare cry. She told herself. She paused. "And, I don't know how to get back to him." she admitted shamefully.
She waited a moment, continued to try and stay strong. Focus on what was important -- on the present, and sent the threatening waterworks away at the sound of the other woman's name. She recognized that name, had heard the Doctor mention her once. Seen her briefly in the TARDIS database, she'd thought. "Sarah Jane Smith." She came to terms with the journalist's name, her face. And, the brunette weighed her options, logically listing the pros and cons of her potential decisions in deep thought. Pushing her emotions down so she could be bold, stoic, bossy, and impressionable if need be. She didn't have much of a choice, and she needed to get back to the Doctor. Her possibilities were limited, but it only took her a matter of seconds to embrace what chances she did have.
Then, bravely, she opened the TARDIS door, peeking her head out as she hung half-way outside of it, choosing to believe that this woman was who she said she was. She surveyed her mirror matured-self with a hint of curiosity and interest. "I need your help."
[ TAG -- sarah jane smith ]
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sarah jane smith
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the doctor's best friend
" On the Run Again "
human ✧
Posts: 185
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 25, give or take
Occupation: Keeping the Doctor in one piece
In Love W/: The Doctor
Written By: calamity
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Post by sarah jane smith on Jan 10, 2021 7:41:55 GMT
"I'm not his assistant" Said the muffled voice of a woman from inside.
Sarah Jane's frowned. Either it wasn't the Doctor's assistant which could mean all sorts of trouble she couldn't even guess at, or it was and an overly plucky one at that. "Well then, what are you?" she challenged, loud enough to be heard through the door.
"I'm his friend."
"The Doctor has a lot of friends." She was getting very little information from this.
"I'm his closest friend."
Really. Worried as she was, Sarah Jane gave a wry smile and crossed her arms. Yup. Plucky assistant.
"Are you sure? Doesn't sound like he's very close right now." Sarah Jane knew how to deal with plucky. She was trying to get the woman annoyed enough to come out.
"Right now . . .he's in trouble. He's not here."
Sarah Jane let her arms back down. She needed a breath. A deep breath. She had hoped that somehow there had been a different reason for the TARDIS to be here in her Attic. But what she had guessed had just been confirmed. Sarah scraped the hair back away from her face with her fingers. Her head, slowly, shook once back and fourth.
"Where is he? Is he alright?" she was tiring of shouting through the door. "Open the door! It's Sarah Jane. He's my friend too." The Doctor's best friend, but it was no time to get into details.
"Somewhere far away . . .and not very good. And I don't know how to get him back."
Sarah Jane's stomach sank, but she also felt a rush of determination. Trouble was ahead, and she would be ready for it. She strode up the steps to the door impatiently and banged her fist on it. "Are you just spreading the news or what?!" Maybe the girl wasn't so plucky after all.
As soon as the door opened, Sarah Jane knew she was wrong. This pretty pixie of a young woman with the dark hair was beyond plucky. She was brave as hell, not because she wasn't frightened, but because she was.
"I need your help." There was a starkness and a struck look to her as she fought back tears. Something awful must have happened. A lesser woman could have just lived in safety in the TARDIS indefinitely, but Sarah Jane could just tell that this kid was going to stiff upper lip it and jump right back into whatever trouble it was she'd just escaped.
Sonic? In her pocket. Check. Detector Watch? Still on her wrist. Check. Sarah Jane looked back over her shoulder. "K-9, keep an eye on Luke. Mr.Smith, keep up the house and don't tell Luke anything no matter how dire. I'll be back in the morning."
She looked back to the Doctor's current assistant, the poor moppet, and gave her a soft smile. Sarah Jane even went so far as to briefly hold the young woman's delicate chin in her hand. My, she had such limpid dark eyes.
"I'm ready. We'll go fetch him. Alright?" with the flicker of a finger she hinted at the inside of the TARDIS, asking to come in with the smallest shrug. Sarah Jane's heart was racing, but it wouldn't help this girl to know that. Well, she wasn't a girl, she was a woman, but with that tiny figure and those big big eyes, she looked a bit like one.
Had Sarah Jane looked so young when she had traveled with the Doctor? She supposed she had. He certainly had a type.
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clara oswald
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the impossible girl
" show me the stars "
human ✧
Posts: 51
Pronouns: she/her
Age: between 24 and 31
Occupation: teacher. space nanny. time-traveller. I dabble.
In Love W/: the twelfth doctor
Written By: dreams
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Post by clara oswald on Mar 22, 2021 5:39:20 GMT
"Are you sure? Doesn't sound like he's very close right now."
Clara clenched her jaw at the sound of the cheekiness, the curt uncouth tone. God, she would have had no problem telling her off for the next remaining century if it wasn't for the fact that this woman -- this odd woman -- wasn't literally her only hope right now. As she hung out the door and studied the woman before her. Okay. So, this was Sarah Jane Smith. She hadn't expected the legendary journalist to look so...cool, and the resemblance between the two of them was uncanny. Sarah and Clara could have passed as one of her relatives, like a weird aunt or something. The soufflee girl took a long look at her with intrigued and very confused eyebrows as she watched the woman talk to a robotic dog, and someone named Mr. Smith... even though there was no one else in the room. And, for a brief moment, the brunnette questioned the older woman's wit, then her words. "Who were you talking to just now?" She asked the former companion, pointing in the room. "Just now, I heard you say 'Mr. Smith'..." She surveyed the small space again, just to be sure. But, then, her observational sweep brought up nothing. "But, there is no one else in the room." She concluded. Perhaps there was something she wasn't seeing. Was there someone hidden in the walls, or in stowed away in a strange time slot that made them appear invisible? And, who did Sarah Jane think she was to be able to treat her as something small and delicate and not worth asking? Somewhat annoyed at how arrogant this woman was seeming, she kept her head up and confidence alit in her eyes, holding steadfast to the tear-turned-fury, diligence in her frame as she followed the woman back inside. "Clara." she told her, closing the doors. "My name is Clara Oswald." Since you didn't ask.She positioned herself at the console, gripping its edge with her hand as she stared at the woman with wide, worried eyes. "Now, tell me," Her mind only kept going to the dangers the Doctor was currently facing, which chewed at her impatience and prompted a dutiful, but determined, stare. "What do we do?"Was there a way that they could get to him -- a secret way to fly the TARDIS? Or, did the older woman have something else up her sleeve? The woman had to have some sort of idea or way to assist the nanny companion, right? Otherwise, the TARDIS wouldn't have taken the impossible girl to her. Her brown orbs flitted to the watch. A very techy, alien-like advanced watch on the other woman's wrist, which led Clara to believe that Sarah Jane was a bit more than what she was more commonly or publicly perceived as. Maybe even just as, if not more, clever than Clara herself. Currently, unlike the young brunette, the journalist had years of experience and had spent many years travelling with the man who now sported a bow-tie as the latest fashion statement. Maybe, if she couldn't get the snog-box to act accordingly, maybe Sarah Jane's watch would come in handy. Though, as much of a tech expert the young woman had become, she couldn't possibly imagine, what, exactly the watch actually was without a closer look -- though she hoped that it could be an alternate way of travel, if not a locator of some sort. [ TAG - sarah jane smith ]
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sarah jane smith
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the doctor's best friend
" On the Run Again "
human ✧
Posts: 185
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 25, give or take
Occupation: Keeping the Doctor in one piece
In Love W/: The Doctor
Written By: calamity
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Post by sarah jane smith on Mar 29, 2021 19:20:32 GMT
The TARDIS was bigger on the inside. Not just in the standard way. The size of the control room was fully five or six times larger than she had known it in her youth and had a terrace level as well. Not to mention the Time column which was almost unseemly in it's size. The only thing that was really the same was that almost-imperceptible hum that always made the TARDIS feel so alive. It was all both homey and strange at the same time. According to Mr.Smith, there was still a .46% chance that this wasn't the Doctor's TARDIS. This could be a trap. It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to trick her. She'd sort of blustered her way inside not only because jumping right into a trap was usually the quickest way to figure out what the hell was going on, but also to keep a closed door between whatever was going on and her sleeping son downstairs. It really would have been the perfect trap, what with the TARDIS, a pretty young girl with a tear streaked face asking for help, and news of her old friend in terrible trouble. Now that she stood here though, Sarah Jane was completely certain this was the Doctor's TARDIS. Even if it looked different and the Doctor wasn't in it, the essence of who he was and the things he liked were everywhere she looked. Now she only need check the girl. After having taken a few steps in, she turned on Clara and scanned her with her Detector watch, brandishing it high. "Just a friend of mine. One that's going to help us get the Doctor back."It seemed that young Clara was indeed entirely human. Sarah Jane flashed her a smile. "But first I need some information." she explained, striding to the control column. In some ways it was different than the one she knew, but the basics were the same. She started tapping at the keys and frowning at the monitor. "Did you know the name of where you were? Was it where the Doctor was trying to go?" Sarah Jane realized she'd been being a bit too single minded, and in her worry for the Doctor hadn't thought much about what troubles Clara might have seen before appearing in the Attic. She studied her face. "Clara, are you hurt anywhere? Are you alright?"
(( This story is continued HERE )) clara oswald
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