Harriet's office, the wee hours of Friday onwards
Quietly, calmly, Harriet made tea and used it to down two analgesics. As they took effect, she sat down at her desk, looking at the paperwork stacked neatly on it. Some of it was clawed, and she touched the class lists with one finger.
The Sarah Kerrigan she had known and loved was dead. There was nothing she could do but mourn her loss.
But there was something else. Something that had crystallised as she'd stared at the Doctor. Even with everything between them, he had been her first thought. Her first, and last, hope. Even with everything, her faith in his ability remained unshakeable, something she hadn't known until tonight.
With steady fingers, she set the device he'd given her on the desk.
She had left London to return to Flydale North after the No Confidence vote. She had left Flydale North for here. But she had never left England behind and, she realised, sitting up straighter, she had never left her responsibilities behind.
She had set them aside, but they could never be taken from her. They could only be surrendered, and she had never given them up.
"And I never will," she said, lifting her head. Quietly, calmly, she picked up her pen and began to write.
[ooc: It's open, and Harriet will be here most of the day. It's her last (relatively) public post in Fandom, so if you wanted to talk to her before she leaves on Sunday morning, this is it!]
The Sarah Kerrigan she had known and loved was dead. There was nothing she could do but mourn her loss.
But there was something else. Something that had crystallised as she'd stared at the Doctor. Even with everything between them, he had been her first thought. Her first, and last, hope. Even with everything, her faith in his ability remained unshakeable, something she hadn't known until tonight.
With steady fingers, she set the device he'd given her on the desk.
She had left London to return to Flydale North after the No Confidence vote. She had left Flydale North for here. But she had never left England behind and, she realised, sitting up straighter, she had never left her responsibilities behind.
She had set them aside, but they could never be taken from her. They could only be surrendered, and she had never given them up.
"And I never will," she said, lifting her head. Quietly, calmly, she picked up her pen and began to write.
[ooc: It's open, and Harriet will be here most of the day. It's her last (relatively) public post in Fandom, so if you wanted to talk to her before she leaves on Sunday morning, this is it!]