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tellitslantOr Time Devour
by Kathryne, tellitslant@ livejournal.com
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Third Doctor/Sarah Jane Smith
Spoilers: takes place immediately following The Five Doctors, though it's not plot-spoilery.
Disclaimer: They don't do this on the BBC.
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sakuracorr, who wanted Three/Sarah smut. I tried! *g*
The journey home is nearly as disorienting as the journey to the Death Zone was, but at least this time Sarah has the Doctor to hold on to. It's not until they arrive at her flat in Croydon that she thinks to consider why he's come along with her at all, though. She'd just assumed that he'd go back to wherever - whenever - he'd been before the whole incident. But they're already home, and K9 is turning circles in excitement, and she can't be anything but grateful for this chance to steal a little more time with the Doctor - her Doctor.
She has missed him. Much as she grew to enjoy the wild antics and unpredictable smile of his second incarnation, she never really forgot the gentle way the man now in front of her used to treat her or the sensation of his broad palm cupping her cheek.
Suddenly, in her own home, she feels unaccountably shy. The Doctor is down on his knees examining K9, and it's a strange sight, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. She kneels beside him and runs a hand over K9's smooth metal skin.
"I don't know how much I can tell you, or ask," she says, looking down at her hand on K9's head. "We're neither of us supposed to be here now, are we?"
The Doctor shakes his head. "I expect the timeline will start trying to fix itself shortly. This much disruption takes time to heal, but heal it will."
"Heal?" Sarah asks. "How do you mean, it will heal?"
"Sarah," the Doctor asks softly, "do you remember the name of the robot we encountered in the Death Zone?"
"Well, of course I do," Sarah declares. "You said it was a... wait. It was an, um. Ohhh." She understands with a jolt. "Oh, I'm going to forget it all, aren't I? I'm not going to be allowed to remember? Not anything?"
"I don't think so, Sarah. None of this was meant to happen."
"But you'll remember it all, because you're a Time Lord, won't you," Sarah says accusingly. "Oh, that's just not fair!" She tries not to pout, but she honestly can't help it. It's been years since she's seen the Doctor at all, and years longer since she's seen this Doctor, and to have to lose him all over again hurts more than she'd expected.
"Sarah Jane," the Doctor says, smiling kindly, and suddenly it's just too much for her.
She twists away from his outstretched hand, jerking to her feet and putting as much space between them as she can in the confines of the small kitchen. "Oh, don't 'Sarah Jane' me," she says over her shoulder. "Every time I get mixed up in some silly Time Lord adventure, something goes wrong, and now – it's bad enough when it's you playing around in my head, but now it's not even you, I'm a plaything for the universe, and there's nothing I can do about it, and – oh, it's all your fault," she finishes, half accusation, half protest.
The Doctor has listened to her tirade calmly. Now he stands and crosses to where Sarah is, arms folded, facing resolutely away from him. "Has it all been that bad, Sarah Jane?" he asks. His voice is tinged with regret, and Sarah turns, remorseful.
"No, of course not. Most of it was wonderful," she says sincerely. "It's just – I miss you so," she bursts out, scrubbing at her eyes fiercely to deny the tears she feels forming there.
The Doctor reaches out and gathers her close, and she gives up the struggle and lets the tears come. His hand slides up her neck into her thick hair, curling around the curve of her skull.
Sarah has few tears in her, she discovers, but she stays pressed into the Doctor's embrace. She slips her arms around him, keeping her face hidden against his jacket. It surprises her, how intimate this simple act of being held feels, and a blush creeps up into her cheeks. She tightens her hold.
The Doctor pulls back first, only slightly, but his thumb makes soothing circles at the base of her skull even as he bends to look her in the eyes. "Oh, Sarah Jane," he says, and she can't bear the understanding in his voice. Her fingers flex on his back, clutching handfuls of his jacket.
"Doctor, everything's already starting to fade," she says. She's aware that she's very close to pleading, but being in his arms feels safe and comforting, and she knows she's never going to see him again. This time really is the end. She musters her best cheeky grin. "Come on, why not give me something worth forgetting, eh?"
Surprise flares in the Doctor's eyes, but he doesn't move away, and Sarah finally takes the opportunity to do something she's always wanted: she goes up on tiptoe and presses her mouth to his.
She knows his body temperature is naturally lower than human normal – even when they were running for their lives, his hands were always cool in hers – but that knowledge didn't prepare her for the shock of his lips against hers. She gasps and pulls back. She's almost ashamed of her forwardness, but she'd been wondering for so long, and now she knows: kissing him feels oh, so good.
Finally she dares to look up, and smiles – she's never seen this Doctor so flustered. "Sarah, this isn't right," he says hoarsely. "You're not – "
"Oh, bugger that," she says, and kisses him again, properly this time. She wraps her arms around his neck and smiles into his mouth as she feels his hands settle on her waist. He's still cool, but her body heats at his touch, and soon she is flushed and shivering and her skin is humming with sensation.
She draws her hands down over the front of his chest and starts undoing buttons with a mischievous smirk. He traces her full lips with a finger, and she shudders under the touch. Parting her lips, she closes them around his finger, gratified by his gasp of surprised arousal.
She knows she's moving fast, but she's desperate to feel his skin under her fingers, to touch him before the memory loss that she fears takes hold. So she undoes his trousers and slips her hand down to grasp him. She makes a satisfied sound deep in her throat as she starts stroking him and he thrusts into her hand. "Let me do this, Doctor," she says, and drops to her knees in front of him.
When she takes him in her mouth, he groans, and the sound makes Sarah wiggle in anticipation. He tastes subtly different from a human, but he responds the same to her lips and tongue and hands. After he comes, he staggers back against the wall, and Sarah drinks in the sight as she stands.
He takes a moment to adjust his trousers, and Sarah smiles, amused by his continued habit of being proper. Then he catches her around the waist and lifts her easily onto the counter, and she squeals in surprise. His hands slide up under her skirt and quickly tug off her knickers, and she bites her lip as he begins to part her legs.
She's always been turned on by the way he looks when he's describing his favourite vacation spots in the galaxy or talking about some sort of exciting science discovery that she can't make heads nor tails of. Now he's looking at her that way and her throat is dry. It feels like all the heat in her body has gathered between her legs, and she moans as his mouth meets her hot flesh.
She grabs blindly at the cupboards behind her as his hands hold her hips steady, and all she can think is, he's had over six hundred years to learn, no wonder he's so bloody good at this! and why didn't I do this before? and then there's no more thinking, only sensation, until it all spirals outwards and leaves her panting in the Doctor's arms. He eases her back to the floor slowly and bends to kiss her again without speaking.
She's still trembling, but when he releases her, she stands in the middle of the floor without holding on to anything.
"How – how long?" she asks, and then curses herself for her timidity. "How long until I forget everything?"
The Doctor looks at her sadly. "I don't know. It could be hours, or as much as a day. Not much longer than that, I don't think. I am sorry," he adds.
Sarah smiles teasingly. "It isn't all your fault, you know, Doctor. Maybe a little, but not all. But I wouldn't change a moment of the time I spent with you," she declares. Her smile softens and she blushes again. "Not a moment."
The Doctor laughs gently at her. "Nor I you," he reassures her.
Sarah twists her hands together. "Well, maybe you'd better – I mean, if I'm going to forget, maybe you'd better leave?" It sounds horrible the way she says it, but she knows he'll understand, and he does.
The slightest pressure on her cheek, a ghost of a kiss, and he's gone. "Take care, Sarah Jane," he says, pausing in the doorway. She can't bring herself to give the same reply, because she knows how and when he won't. So she settles for "Goodbye," but he's already gone by the time she says it.
And then she's alone with K9.
She's cried enough for one day, she decides, but maybe crawling into bed with a cup of tea wouldn't be out of the question. And if she falls asleep, and wakes up not remembering what she's forgotten, mightn't that be for the best. She's never been one to dwell too long on what she can't have.
"Mistress?" K9 asks. "That was an earlier incarnation of the Doctor-Master. How is this possible?" His ears whirr in confusion.
Sarah rolls her eyes. "Just forget it, K9," she says, putting the kettle on.
"Erasing memory banks," K9 reports.
"Yeah," Sarah sighs. "Me too."
by Kathryne, tellitslant@ livejournal.com
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Third Doctor/Sarah Jane Smith
Spoilers: takes place immediately following The Five Doctors, though it's not plot-spoilery.
Disclaimer: They don't do this on the BBC.
Notes: Written for
sakuracorr, who wanted Three/Sarah smut. I tried! *g*The journey home is nearly as disorienting as the journey to the Death Zone was, but at least this time Sarah has the Doctor to hold on to. It's not until they arrive at her flat in Croydon that she thinks to consider why he's come along with her at all, though. She'd just assumed that he'd go back to wherever - whenever - he'd been before the whole incident. But they're already home, and K9 is turning circles in excitement, and she can't be anything but grateful for this chance to steal a little more time with the Doctor - her Doctor.
She has missed him. Much as she grew to enjoy the wild antics and unpredictable smile of his second incarnation, she never really forgot the gentle way the man now in front of her used to treat her or the sensation of his broad palm cupping her cheek.
Suddenly, in her own home, she feels unaccountably shy. The Doctor is down on his knees examining K9, and it's a strange sight, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. She kneels beside him and runs a hand over K9's smooth metal skin.
"I don't know how much I can tell you, or ask," she says, looking down at her hand on K9's head. "We're neither of us supposed to be here now, are we?"
The Doctor shakes his head. "I expect the timeline will start trying to fix itself shortly. This much disruption takes time to heal, but heal it will."
"Heal?" Sarah asks. "How do you mean, it will heal?"
"Sarah," the Doctor asks softly, "do you remember the name of the robot we encountered in the Death Zone?"
"Well, of course I do," Sarah declares. "You said it was a... wait. It was an, um. Ohhh." She understands with a jolt. "Oh, I'm going to forget it all, aren't I? I'm not going to be allowed to remember? Not anything?"
"I don't think so, Sarah. None of this was meant to happen."
"But you'll remember it all, because you're a Time Lord, won't you," Sarah says accusingly. "Oh, that's just not fair!" She tries not to pout, but she honestly can't help it. It's been years since she's seen the Doctor at all, and years longer since she's seen this Doctor, and to have to lose him all over again hurts more than she'd expected.
"Sarah Jane," the Doctor says, smiling kindly, and suddenly it's just too much for her.
She twists away from his outstretched hand, jerking to her feet and putting as much space between them as she can in the confines of the small kitchen. "Oh, don't 'Sarah Jane' me," she says over her shoulder. "Every time I get mixed up in some silly Time Lord adventure, something goes wrong, and now – it's bad enough when it's you playing around in my head, but now it's not even you, I'm a plaything for the universe, and there's nothing I can do about it, and – oh, it's all your fault," she finishes, half accusation, half protest.
The Doctor has listened to her tirade calmly. Now he stands and crosses to where Sarah is, arms folded, facing resolutely away from him. "Has it all been that bad, Sarah Jane?" he asks. His voice is tinged with regret, and Sarah turns, remorseful.
"No, of course not. Most of it was wonderful," she says sincerely. "It's just – I miss you so," she bursts out, scrubbing at her eyes fiercely to deny the tears she feels forming there.
The Doctor reaches out and gathers her close, and she gives up the struggle and lets the tears come. His hand slides up her neck into her thick hair, curling around the curve of her skull.
Sarah has few tears in her, she discovers, but she stays pressed into the Doctor's embrace. She slips her arms around him, keeping her face hidden against his jacket. It surprises her, how intimate this simple act of being held feels, and a blush creeps up into her cheeks. She tightens her hold.
The Doctor pulls back first, only slightly, but his thumb makes soothing circles at the base of her skull even as he bends to look her in the eyes. "Oh, Sarah Jane," he says, and she can't bear the understanding in his voice. Her fingers flex on his back, clutching handfuls of his jacket.
"Doctor, everything's already starting to fade," she says. She's aware that she's very close to pleading, but being in his arms feels safe and comforting, and she knows she's never going to see him again. This time really is the end. She musters her best cheeky grin. "Come on, why not give me something worth forgetting, eh?"
Surprise flares in the Doctor's eyes, but he doesn't move away, and Sarah finally takes the opportunity to do something she's always wanted: she goes up on tiptoe and presses her mouth to his.
She knows his body temperature is naturally lower than human normal – even when they were running for their lives, his hands were always cool in hers – but that knowledge didn't prepare her for the shock of his lips against hers. She gasps and pulls back. She's almost ashamed of her forwardness, but she'd been wondering for so long, and now she knows: kissing him feels oh, so good.
Finally she dares to look up, and smiles – she's never seen this Doctor so flustered. "Sarah, this isn't right," he says hoarsely. "You're not – "
"Oh, bugger that," she says, and kisses him again, properly this time. She wraps her arms around his neck and smiles into his mouth as she feels his hands settle on her waist. He's still cool, but her body heats at his touch, and soon she is flushed and shivering and her skin is humming with sensation.
She draws her hands down over the front of his chest and starts undoing buttons with a mischievous smirk. He traces her full lips with a finger, and she shudders under the touch. Parting her lips, she closes them around his finger, gratified by his gasp of surprised arousal.
She knows she's moving fast, but she's desperate to feel his skin under her fingers, to touch him before the memory loss that she fears takes hold. So she undoes his trousers and slips her hand down to grasp him. She makes a satisfied sound deep in her throat as she starts stroking him and he thrusts into her hand. "Let me do this, Doctor," she says, and drops to her knees in front of him.
When she takes him in her mouth, he groans, and the sound makes Sarah wiggle in anticipation. He tastes subtly different from a human, but he responds the same to her lips and tongue and hands. After he comes, he staggers back against the wall, and Sarah drinks in the sight as she stands.
He takes a moment to adjust his trousers, and Sarah smiles, amused by his continued habit of being proper. Then he catches her around the waist and lifts her easily onto the counter, and she squeals in surprise. His hands slide up under her skirt and quickly tug off her knickers, and she bites her lip as he begins to part her legs.
She's always been turned on by the way he looks when he's describing his favourite vacation spots in the galaxy or talking about some sort of exciting science discovery that she can't make heads nor tails of. Now he's looking at her that way and her throat is dry. It feels like all the heat in her body has gathered between her legs, and she moans as his mouth meets her hot flesh.
She grabs blindly at the cupboards behind her as his hands hold her hips steady, and all she can think is, he's had over six hundred years to learn, no wonder he's so bloody good at this! and why didn't I do this before? and then there's no more thinking, only sensation, until it all spirals outwards and leaves her panting in the Doctor's arms. He eases her back to the floor slowly and bends to kiss her again without speaking.
She's still trembling, but when he releases her, she stands in the middle of the floor without holding on to anything.
"How – how long?" she asks, and then curses herself for her timidity. "How long until I forget everything?"
The Doctor looks at her sadly. "I don't know. It could be hours, or as much as a day. Not much longer than that, I don't think. I am sorry," he adds.
Sarah smiles teasingly. "It isn't all your fault, you know, Doctor. Maybe a little, but not all. But I wouldn't change a moment of the time I spent with you," she declares. Her smile softens and she blushes again. "Not a moment."
The Doctor laughs gently at her. "Nor I you," he reassures her.
Sarah twists her hands together. "Well, maybe you'd better – I mean, if I'm going to forget, maybe you'd better leave?" It sounds horrible the way she says it, but she knows he'll understand, and he does.
The slightest pressure on her cheek, a ghost of a kiss, and he's gone. "Take care, Sarah Jane," he says, pausing in the doorway. She can't bring herself to give the same reply, because she knows how and when he won't. So she settles for "Goodbye," but he's already gone by the time she says it.
And then she's alone with K9.
She's cried enough for one day, she decides, but maybe crawling into bed with a cup of tea wouldn't be out of the question. And if she falls asleep, and wakes up not remembering what she's forgotten, mightn't that be for the best. She's never been one to dwell too long on what she can't have.
"Mistress?" K9 asks. "That was an earlier incarnation of the Doctor-Master. How is this possible?" His ears whirr in confusion.
Sarah rolls her eyes. "Just forget it, K9," she says, putting the kettle on.
"Erasing memory banks," K9 reports.
"Yeah," Sarah sighs. "Me too."
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Date: 2006-08-19 08:36 am (UTC)Sarah rolls her eyes. "Just forget it, K9," she says, putting the kettle on.
"Erasing memory banks," K9 reports.
^^ Love!
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Date: 2006-08-19 03:12 pm (UTC)And yay the icon looks v. nice! :D
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Date: 2006-08-21 02:48 am (UTC)re: FIC: Or Time Devour (Doctor Who, Three/Sarah, R)
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Date: 2006-08-22 07:32 pm (UTC)But *sniff* for the bittersweet ending.
Lovely job!
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Date: 2006-08-22 09:19 pm (UTC)The world needs more Three/Sarah, though.
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Date: 2006-08-25 06:40 am (UTC)Great idea, gorgeous dialogue!
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