DOCTOR WHO Fanfic: Fourteen
Title: Fourteen
Characters: Sarah Jane Smith
Rating: GEN, G
Word Count: 200-ish words
Warnings: Spoilers for Doctor Who 4.12 and the Sarah Jane Adventures.
Disclaimer: They all belong to the BBC and assorted writers throughout time and space.
Summary: Establishing a cover story mid-crisis was tricky, but possible.
A/N: Yeah, Doctor Who. More Sarah Jane Adventures than Who, really, but the scene occurs in 4.12, so there we are. Just a short 'alternate/internal view of the scene' thing that popped into my head, because how many times did she say it afterwards? [LJ-only]
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Fourteen
by CaffieneKitty
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Sarah Jane tried not to glance at Jack Harkness and Torchwood in the split screen. Beside her in a flash of brilliance, Luke outlined Mr. Smith's role in the nascent plan to contact the Doctor.
My son, Luke. He's fourteen. Fourteen. Not three months old and created in the basement of a soft drink factory. Fourteen. My child. No need for Torchwood or UNIT or anyone else to take any interest in him whatsoever. Normal as mince pie at Christmas.
Never mind that he has no navel and was concocted by aliens bent on domination of Earth. Fourteen years old. She'd had him his whole life. Well, that part was true at least. Not according to the adoption papers she signed recently though, which Torchwood could see if they chose to take an interest, but they had no reason to take any interest, did they now? That's the way it had to stay.
She'd worked with UNIT before, which had always been rather 'shoot first and vivisect later', and Torchwood was even worse, or so she'd heard.
"Who's the kid?" Jack asked directly.
"That's my son!" she said, directly back. Not sounding too defensive, she hoped.
She'd have to find a way to work in the bit about him being fourteen later.
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(that's all)
Characters: Sarah Jane Smith
Rating: GEN, G
Word Count: 200-ish words
Warnings: Spoilers for Doctor Who 4.12 and the Sarah Jane Adventures.
Disclaimer: They all belong to the BBC and assorted writers throughout time and space.
Summary: Establishing a cover story mid-crisis was tricky, but possible.
A/N: Yeah, Doctor Who. More Sarah Jane Adventures than Who, really, but the scene occurs in 4.12, so there we are. Just a short 'alternate/internal view of the scene' thing that popped into my head, because how many times did she say it afterwards? [LJ-only]
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Fourteen
by CaffieneKitty
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Sarah Jane tried not to glance at Jack Harkness and Torchwood in the split screen. Beside her in a flash of brilliance, Luke outlined Mr. Smith's role in the nascent plan to contact the Doctor.
My son, Luke. He's fourteen. Fourteen. Not three months old and created in the basement of a soft drink factory. Fourteen. My child. No need for Torchwood or UNIT or anyone else to take any interest in him whatsoever. Normal as mince pie at Christmas.
Never mind that he has no navel and was concocted by aliens bent on domination of Earth. Fourteen years old. She'd had him his whole life. Well, that part was true at least. Not according to the adoption papers she signed recently though, which Torchwood could see if they chose to take an interest, but they had no reason to take any interest, did they now? That's the way it had to stay.
She'd worked with UNIT before, which had always been rather 'shoot first and vivisect later', and Torchwood was even worse, or so she'd heard.
"Who's the kid?" Jack asked directly.
"That's my son!" she said, directly back. Not sounding too defensive, she hoped.
She'd have to find a way to work in the bit about him being fourteen later.
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(that's all)