Seasons of love
Seasons of Love.
By Elizabeth Fox.
“Harriet…”
“Johnson, you promised me… now go.”
Louise Johnson had taken one last lingering look at Harriet and sighed, nodding and taking the stairs out of the house, escaping into the street moments before the Daleks entered. She was crying bitterly as she ran, her brown-grey eyes stormy with pain as she brushed her long brown hair back and ran, hoping as much as she could that she would find Harriet’s Sarah-Jane before the Daleks could.
As it was she was remembering the first time she met Harriet. She had been 14 and a street-kid, scruffy but smart and savvy, sarcastic even at that young age. Harriet had taken her in, cleaned her up and trained her, sending her through school and eventually forming a strong bond with her. At the age of 18 she had come home to find Harriet in tears, ripping up a photo of Sarah-Jane and herself. Now it was Johnson who was tearing up a picture, a mental one but still a picture, and running away from it all.
She had reached the street just as the Daleks confronted the woman and she cursed softly, knowing she was in trouble. She ducked out of the way and waited, she’d remain there until Sarah-Jane came home, if she came home.
The months had passed fast since that day and Sarah-Jane had returned home. As it was Johnson was now a part of UNIT, a part of the government. She had waited a year to arrive on Sarah-Jane’s doorstep but after she had arranged to hide Luke and his friends secretly she hadn’t dared go. Now that she’d seen Jack kill his own grandson she knew the time was right.
She headed up to the door, remaining fully strong and purposeful, at least she had been until Luke had given her a cheery wave from across the street, now she was shaking and struggling not to cry. She hated death and she hated seeing children die. At the moment she couldn’t stop seeing Stephen… and Harriet. Her Harriet.
The door opened in front of her and she could see the woman Harriet had been talking about. Sarah-Jane. The woman was stunningly beautiful and Johnson had taken a while to try and compose herself, taking a moment to breathe then speaking, softly.
“Miss Smith? Sarah-Jane?”
The answer came as an affirmative and she smiled slightly.
“Harriet Jones sent me.”
Her head came up and she straightened.
“I’m Louise, Louise Johnson.”
The woman had seemed shocked and Johnson pushed on.
“Can I come in?”
“S-sure.”
The woman seemed baffled by her presence but let her in. As it was Johnson herself was struggling to remain sane. How could she already be falling for this woman? Why did she feel like she was ready to cry again? And how did she know Sarah-Jane was friendly?
As it was she began to cry, silent and pained tears, almost from the second she sat down.
“I’m sorry…”
The words were meek, different from her usual smart-assed tone.
“It’s just… been a rough week.”
“I know.”
The words were soft enough to make Johnson look up.
“UNIT.”
Sarah-Jane was shrugging, seemingly amused.
“Yeah.”
Johnson sighed, looking at her hands, she wasn’t sure why she was so nervous.
“I just… I had to see you.”
She looked up, almost blushing.
“I promised her… Harriet… that I’d look after you.”
She sighed, then shook her head.
“Not done a great job so far, have I?”
“You kept Luke safe… and the others.”
“Least I could do.”
Tears were running down her cheeks again now and Johnson was surprised to feel Sarah-Jane’s hand on her cheek, surprised but pleased. Sarah-Jane’s touch was gentle, hesitant, and Johnson found herself turning her head enough that she could kiss the palm of Sarah’s hand, locking eyes with Sarah before leaning in, seeking Sarah’s lips with her own, shy and a little tentative. When their lips brushed she found that she liked the feel of it. She drew back almost instantly however.
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
“I…”
Johnson’s words trailed off as she saw the spark of love there.
“Sarah, are you… sure?”
“Yes. Harriet always promised I’d find someone new.”
“She can’t have meant me… I’m a mess.”
“A mess she sent to me… don’t you know why?”
“No…”
“She knew we needed each other. She always knew.”
Johnson sighed softly, smiling a little.
“She was like that…”
“Exactly.”
The second kiss had been initiated by Sarah and Johnson went with it, not too surprised to be drawn with Sarah up to the bedroom, feeling it was right. Their kisses remained sweet even as they undressed each other and took the first steps to finding the truth about each other.
By Elizabeth Fox.
“Harriet…”
“Johnson, you promised me… now go.”
Louise Johnson had taken one last lingering look at Harriet and sighed, nodding and taking the stairs out of the house, escaping into the street moments before the Daleks entered. She was crying bitterly as she ran, her brown-grey eyes stormy with pain as she brushed her long brown hair back and ran, hoping as much as she could that she would find Harriet’s Sarah-Jane before the Daleks could.
As it was she was remembering the first time she met Harriet. She had been 14 and a street-kid, scruffy but smart and savvy, sarcastic even at that young age. Harriet had taken her in, cleaned her up and trained her, sending her through school and eventually forming a strong bond with her. At the age of 18 she had come home to find Harriet in tears, ripping up a photo of Sarah-Jane and herself. Now it was Johnson who was tearing up a picture, a mental one but still a picture, and running away from it all.
She had reached the street just as the Daleks confronted the woman and she cursed softly, knowing she was in trouble. She ducked out of the way and waited, she’d remain there until Sarah-Jane came home, if she came home.
The months had passed fast since that day and Sarah-Jane had returned home. As it was Johnson was now a part of UNIT, a part of the government. She had waited a year to arrive on Sarah-Jane’s doorstep but after she had arranged to hide Luke and his friends secretly she hadn’t dared go. Now that she’d seen Jack kill his own grandson she knew the time was right.
She headed up to the door, remaining fully strong and purposeful, at least she had been until Luke had given her a cheery wave from across the street, now she was shaking and struggling not to cry. She hated death and she hated seeing children die. At the moment she couldn’t stop seeing Stephen… and Harriet. Her Harriet.
The door opened in front of her and she could see the woman Harriet had been talking about. Sarah-Jane. The woman was stunningly beautiful and Johnson had taken a while to try and compose herself, taking a moment to breathe then speaking, softly.
“Miss Smith? Sarah-Jane?”
The answer came as an affirmative and she smiled slightly.
“Harriet Jones sent me.”
Her head came up and she straightened.
“I’m Louise, Louise Johnson.”
The woman had seemed shocked and Johnson pushed on.
“Can I come in?”
“S-sure.”
The woman seemed baffled by her presence but let her in. As it was Johnson herself was struggling to remain sane. How could she already be falling for this woman? Why did she feel like she was ready to cry again? And how did she know Sarah-Jane was friendly?
As it was she began to cry, silent and pained tears, almost from the second she sat down.
“I’m sorry…”
The words were meek, different from her usual smart-assed tone.
“It’s just… been a rough week.”
“I know.”
The words were soft enough to make Johnson look up.
“UNIT.”
Sarah-Jane was shrugging, seemingly amused.
“Yeah.”
Johnson sighed, looking at her hands, she wasn’t sure why she was so nervous.
“I just… I had to see you.”
She looked up, almost blushing.
“I promised her… Harriet… that I’d look after you.”
She sighed, then shook her head.
“Not done a great job so far, have I?”
“You kept Luke safe… and the others.”
“Least I could do.”
Tears were running down her cheeks again now and Johnson was surprised to feel Sarah-Jane’s hand on her cheek, surprised but pleased. Sarah-Jane’s touch was gentle, hesitant, and Johnson found herself turning her head enough that she could kiss the palm of Sarah’s hand, locking eyes with Sarah before leaning in, seeking Sarah’s lips with her own, shy and a little tentative. When their lips brushed she found that she liked the feel of it. She drew back almost instantly however.
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
“I…”
Johnson’s words trailed off as she saw the spark of love there.
“Sarah, are you… sure?”
“Yes. Harriet always promised I’d find someone new.”
“She can’t have meant me… I’m a mess.”
“A mess she sent to me… don’t you know why?”
“No…”
“She knew we needed each other. She always knew.”
Johnson sighed softly, smiling a little.
“She was like that…”
“Exactly.”
The second kiss had been initiated by Sarah and Johnson went with it, not too surprised to be drawn with Sarah up to the bedroom, feeling it was right. Their kisses remained sweet even as they undressed each other and took the first steps to finding the truth about each other.