Kiss It Better Chp 2/6
Chapter Two
Harry Sullivan was having a good day, and was confident that he would leave the UNIT base at a decent hour and be back at his flat in time for a real dinner and a proper night's sleep.
The moment he heard the sound of the TARDIS materializing, he felt a strong desire to stop walking down the hallway and smash his head into the wall for even allowing himself to think positive. Instead of giving into the impulse, he calmly headed for the room in which it sounded like the TARDIS had landed. It was just finishing up into becoming completely solid when he opened the door into the old laboratory.
He stood silently in the room, staring at the blue doors and waiting for the man with the crazed blue eyes and the ridiculously long scarf to come running out, girl reporter at his heels.
The Doctor did come out, but it was less of a run and more of a stomp. It looked like he was pouting. Sarah did not appear.
“Doctor?” Harry asked carefully.
“Shh,” the alien muttered, his stomps turning into tiptoes as he looked carefully over his shoulder while advancing towards Harry.
“Shh?” The naval officer repeated in confusion.
“Yes,” the Doctor continued to whisper. He stopped moving forward only after her had properly invaded Harry's personal space and had his face less than an inch from his.
“What for?” He began whispering.
“She's taking a nap.”
“Who?”
“Sarah.”
He blinked in confusion, “what on earth for?”
“She crashed.”
“Crashed..crashed! Into what? Is she alright- do I need to-”
“No, no,” he waved his arm in Harry's face, causing him to lean back out of the way or let himself get hit. “Sugar crash.”
“Sugar?”
“Yes. She ate all my jelly babies..” The pout he had seen on the Time Lord's face when he first exited his ship was back. “She was running around the TARDIS for nearly an hour and wouldn't give me back my screwdriver.”
Confused, Harry decided just to keep going with the conversation. “Well then, why are we whispering?”
“What do you mean?”
“If she's in her room-”
“Did I say she was in her room?” He snapped.
“Well, you did say she was taking a nap.”
“She stole my coat and is sleeping under the console.” The Doctor finally stepped off to the side and out of Harry's space, whose immediate reaction was to let his posture relax.
Then the Doctor's words words caught up to him and he immediately snapped back to attention. “Doctor, is she alright?”
“Of course.”
Harry frowned, “are you alright?”
“Alright, of course I'm alright!” It took the Doctor a moment to realize that he had gone from whispering to shouting, and in that moment he hid behind Harry and stared cautiously around him at the still open door of the TARDIS.
“Doctor, what the blazes is going on?” The earth man demanded.
The Time Lord remained silent, staring at the open door. Unease creeping into him, Harry stared too. Eventually there was the shuffle of movement, and with the sound of a yawn Sarah came into view at the door. She blinked sleepily at him, hair a tangled mess and clothes covered in dried dirt. There was a smudge of dirt across her nose that Harry would almost call adorable.
Suddenly, a grin broke out across her face and she cried, “Harry!”
She said his name the same way a small child would call to a much beloved family pet. “Er, hello,” he managed to call back.
Sarah bounded across the short distance between them and threw her arms around him. Harry awkwardly returned the embrace. It continued on a fair bit longer than Harry ever expected a hug from Sarah to last. In fact, she kept holding onto him even after he dropped his arms.
“Harry,” she whispered into his chest, “there's someone hiding behind you.”
“I am not hiding!” The Doctor protested, standing up straight and taking a step away from Harry.
“Were too!” Sarah finally let go of the hug, stepping around the naval officer to confront the Doctor.
“I was stretching,” he protested, bending down to grab his shoes. “See?”
“Were not.”
Harry's expression when from blank with shock to round-eyed with shock as Sarah and the Doctor's argument progressed until the two of them were reduced to shouting barely understandable syllables at one another.
“Nuh-uh!”
“Was so!”
“Nuh!”
“Zo!”
“Nuh-”
“What is going on?” Harry interrupted.
They immediately stopped and turned their eyes towards him.
“This is getting ridiculous, will someone just tell me what is going on?” He repeated.
Sarah pointed a finger at the Doctor. “He's being mean!”
--
“Could you repeat that?” Harry asked, mind still spinning.
“Yes Doctor,” the Brigadier was having a hard time hiding his smile. “Please, tell us what happened. Again.”
“Again? Wasn't it simple enough the first time? Hmph,”the Doctor crossed his arms before diving into his second round of explaining. “Sarah was captured, and someone turned their hand at hypnotizing her. It seemed instead of making her mind docile and susceptible to suggestion she was just regressed to a childlike state.”
“Why do you need to be here in order to set her right? Do you need our help?” Alistair turned serious.
“Hm? Of course not, what use could you possibly be?”
Harry frowned at the comment.
“Then why come here at all?” The UNIT commander persisted.
“Well, you see.. I tried to set her right in the TARDIS, and it's a bit more complicated than I counted on.”
“You? Underestimate a situation?”
The Doctor ignored the barb, “and after a brief period elapsed with me unconscious I decided to try again in a place where I wasn't likely to wake up and find Sarah at the controls of a ship capable of transcending to the fourth dimension.”
“You blacked out?” Harry blurted, translating the Doctor's slightly less incriminating interpretation. “Are you going to be able to set her right?”
“Of course I am,” the alien snapped.
“Very well Doctor,” the Brigadier intervened before more accusations could be traded. “You can have a room until you set Miss Smith right. Where is she?”
“Drawing,” was the curt response.
Harry elaborated, “Benton found some pencils for her sir, they're in the mess and he's keeping an eye on her.”
Alistair sighed, “I would prefer it if my staff weren't waylaid into your little mishap, Doctor. I do need them ready in case of an emergency, and those tend to follow you around.”
“Oh nonsense Brigadier,” the Doctor protested. “Nothing disastrous will happen while we're here!”
An alarm bell sounded in the distance.
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Harry Sullivan was having a good day, and was confident that he would leave the UNIT base at a decent hour and be back at his flat in time for a real dinner and a proper night's sleep.
The moment he heard the sound of the TARDIS materializing, he felt a strong desire to stop walking down the hallway and smash his head into the wall for even allowing himself to think positive. Instead of giving into the impulse, he calmly headed for the room in which it sounded like the TARDIS had landed. It was just finishing up into becoming completely solid when he opened the door into the old laboratory.
He stood silently in the room, staring at the blue doors and waiting for the man with the crazed blue eyes and the ridiculously long scarf to come running out, girl reporter at his heels.
The Doctor did come out, but it was less of a run and more of a stomp. It looked like he was pouting. Sarah did not appear.
“Doctor?” Harry asked carefully.
“Shh,” the alien muttered, his stomps turning into tiptoes as he looked carefully over his shoulder while advancing towards Harry.
“Shh?” The naval officer repeated in confusion.
“Yes,” the Doctor continued to whisper. He stopped moving forward only after her had properly invaded Harry's personal space and had his face less than an inch from his.
“What for?” He began whispering.
“She's taking a nap.”
“Who?”
“Sarah.”
He blinked in confusion, “what on earth for?”
“She crashed.”
“Crashed..crashed! Into what? Is she alright- do I need to-”
“No, no,” he waved his arm in Harry's face, causing him to lean back out of the way or let himself get hit. “Sugar crash.”
“Sugar?”
“Yes. She ate all my jelly babies..” The pout he had seen on the Time Lord's face when he first exited his ship was back. “She was running around the TARDIS for nearly an hour and wouldn't give me back my screwdriver.”
Confused, Harry decided just to keep going with the conversation. “Well then, why are we whispering?”
“What do you mean?”
“If she's in her room-”
“Did I say she was in her room?” He snapped.
“Well, you did say she was taking a nap.”
“She stole my coat and is sleeping under the console.” The Doctor finally stepped off to the side and out of Harry's space, whose immediate reaction was to let his posture relax.
Then the Doctor's words words caught up to him and he immediately snapped back to attention. “Doctor, is she alright?”
“Of course.”
Harry frowned, “are you alright?”
“Alright, of course I'm alright!” It took the Doctor a moment to realize that he had gone from whispering to shouting, and in that moment he hid behind Harry and stared cautiously around him at the still open door of the TARDIS.
“Doctor, what the blazes is going on?” The earth man demanded.
The Time Lord remained silent, staring at the open door. Unease creeping into him, Harry stared too. Eventually there was the shuffle of movement, and with the sound of a yawn Sarah came into view at the door. She blinked sleepily at him, hair a tangled mess and clothes covered in dried dirt. There was a smudge of dirt across her nose that Harry would almost call adorable.
Suddenly, a grin broke out across her face and she cried, “Harry!”
She said his name the same way a small child would call to a much beloved family pet. “Er, hello,” he managed to call back.
Sarah bounded across the short distance between them and threw her arms around him. Harry awkwardly returned the embrace. It continued on a fair bit longer than Harry ever expected a hug from Sarah to last. In fact, she kept holding onto him even after he dropped his arms.
“Harry,” she whispered into his chest, “there's someone hiding behind you.”
“I am not hiding!” The Doctor protested, standing up straight and taking a step away from Harry.
“Were too!” Sarah finally let go of the hug, stepping around the naval officer to confront the Doctor.
“I was stretching,” he protested, bending down to grab his shoes. “See?”
“Were not.”
Harry's expression when from blank with shock to round-eyed with shock as Sarah and the Doctor's argument progressed until the two of them were reduced to shouting barely understandable syllables at one another.
“Nuh-uh!”
“Was so!”
“Nuh!”
“Zo!”
“Nuh-”
“What is going on?” Harry interrupted.
They immediately stopped and turned their eyes towards him.
“This is getting ridiculous, will someone just tell me what is going on?” He repeated.
Sarah pointed a finger at the Doctor. “He's being mean!”
--
“Could you repeat that?” Harry asked, mind still spinning.
“Yes Doctor,” the Brigadier was having a hard time hiding his smile. “Please, tell us what happened. Again.”
“Again? Wasn't it simple enough the first time? Hmph,”the Doctor crossed his arms before diving into his second round of explaining. “Sarah was captured, and someone turned their hand at hypnotizing her. It seemed instead of making her mind docile and susceptible to suggestion she was just regressed to a childlike state.”
“Why do you need to be here in order to set her right? Do you need our help?” Alistair turned serious.
“Hm? Of course not, what use could you possibly be?”
Harry frowned at the comment.
“Then why come here at all?” The UNIT commander persisted.
“Well, you see.. I tried to set her right in the TARDIS, and it's a bit more complicated than I counted on.”
“You? Underestimate a situation?”
The Doctor ignored the barb, “and after a brief period elapsed with me unconscious I decided to try again in a place where I wasn't likely to wake up and find Sarah at the controls of a ship capable of transcending to the fourth dimension.”
“You blacked out?” Harry blurted, translating the Doctor's slightly less incriminating interpretation. “Are you going to be able to set her right?”
“Of course I am,” the alien snapped.
“Very well Doctor,” the Brigadier intervened before more accusations could be traded. “You can have a room until you set Miss Smith right. Where is she?”
“Drawing,” was the curt response.
Harry elaborated, “Benton found some pencils for her sir, they're in the mess and he's keeping an eye on her.”
Alistair sighed, “I would prefer it if my staff weren't waylaid into your little mishap, Doctor. I do need them ready in case of an emergency, and those tend to follow you around.”
“Oh nonsense Brigadier,” the Doctor protested. “Nothing disastrous will happen while we're here!”
An alarm bell sounded in the distance.
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