Kiss It Better Chp 5/6
Chapter Five
Harry decided that seeing the Doctor upset as he was, was well, a little too strange for words. Sure, the man had had his moments in the past, but they never lasted long. Now that he thought on it, all his particular moments of out-of-sorts tended to happen when Sarah was hurt.
At least she's not unconscious and chained to a rock this time, Harry thought dully.
About to head home, he decided to take a detour and visit Sarah's room before he left the base. The Doctor was probably still there, and he could say goodnight to both of them. The door stood open when he reached it, and Harry felt himself tense, preparing for some unspeakable horror.
Forcing himself to relax and chiding himself for jumping to such a conclusion (they were on the UNIT base after all) he pushed the door open all the way with his hand and stepped inside. He very nearly stepped right back out.
The first thing that went through his mind was the Doctor is kissing Sarah.
The next was, Sarah isn't in a proper state of mind.
Whatever happened between them when they were both fully mentally capable was of no business of his, no matter how curious he sometimes was, but if the Doctor was going to be be this sort of thing when Sarah wasn't likely to know any better...
Without really thinking, Harry strode up to the Doctor, grabbed the back of his waistcoat and yanked him away from Sarah. He was about to shout something about chivalry, or maybe dignity, he wasn't sure yet- when a rather unexpected voice got to the shouting first.
“Harry, what are you doing?!”
It was Sarah Jane. She sounded as she normally did when she was speaking to him, which was rather irritated. Harry gawped at the young woman, realizing that somehow, she had come to be in full possession of her senses once again.
The Doctor rather unhelpfully cheered, “she's back!” Sounding a little too surprised for Harry's liking, making him wonder if the Doctor had even known before he started kissing her.
“For God's sake Harry, let him go,” she snapped.
Mechanically he released the fabric in his grip, hearing a soft thump when he did so. He had lifted the Doctor off of the mattress.
“Er...”
“What do you want?” Sarah asked. Despite managing to still sound peeved, a blush had taken itself up across her cheeks.
“Well, I uh.. came to say goodnight.”
“Goodnight then,” her face was on the way to becoming a rather deep shade of scarlet.
“Yes Harry, goodnight,” the Doctor smiled, turning on the mattress so that he would face him.
“Er, goodnight,” he repeated, before hurriedly exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
Sarah kept her eyes trained on the door, too embarrassed to look the Doctor in the eye. She kept her hands in her lap, curled into tight fists. What was she supposed to say in this situation? You could do, not say, a cheeky little voice in her head spoke up. She wanted to tell it to shut up, though it had the most appealing plan she had come up with. Which meant it was the only plan she had come up with since she had regained sense. Her memories of the past day were still swirling around her mind, gaining new meaning just as they faded, like bits of a dream. A highly confusing dream with her apparently sleep-kissing her way into wakefulness and one of the most pleasant experiences of her life.
“Sarah?” The Doctor cut into her frantic thoughts.
“Yes?” She still didn't look at him.
His hand drifted up to touch her cheek, the feel of fingers on her skin seemed to bring her back into awareness with her body. Her eyes moved away from the door where they took note of her knee, where it brushed up against the Doctor's. As the silence continued Sarah began to wonder why he wasn't saying anything, before realizing what he was doing. She swatted his hand away irritably.
“You could ask before you do that,” she snapped, finally looking at him.
He grinned and she found herself blushing all over again, “just making sure.”
Instead of continued with her vein of anger she asked hesitantly, “are you sure?”
“Yes.. for whatever reason your mind is back in order. I knew I could sort it eventually,” he beamed.
“You?” Her tone was very nearly one of complete surprise.
“Yes Sarah, what else could have?” His use of the word 'what' instead of 'who' told Sarah he knew exactly what she was thinking about.
Kissing the Doctor did not seem like a logical way to regain one's senses. In fact, the more she thought about, the more it seemed like a perfectly capable way of removing them. “Right,” she responded instead, not wanting to point to the large elephant which had taken up residence in the room. “Yes well, thank you.”
“You're very welcome,” he kept beaming.
For once, Sarah wished he'd stop. “Good night then.”
“Goodnight?” He suddenly looked perplexed.
“Yes Doctor, good night.” More words tumbled out of Sarah's mouth before she could stop them, “unless there was something else you wanted?”
“I thought we'd go back to the TARDIS.”
Just like that? She wanted to shout. Sarah didn't know which would be worse, having to acknowledge that she kissed him, or the Doctor ignoring the whole thing. The state of mind in which it was initiated made the whole ordeal infinitely more perplexing.
Due to her silence, he continued, “unless.. you don't want to.”
The Doctor sounded worried. Why would the Doctor sound worried? “Of course I want to go back to the TARDIS.. it's just..” The rather confused expression he was sending her way was not helping Sarah at all. “I.. I just.. kissed you,” she forced herself to say it.
“Yes, I believe you wanted to make me better.”
If Sarah blushed anymore she was certain her cheeks were going to bruise.
“You were quite enthusiastic.”
Bruised. Sarah could feel it now, whole face burning. Completely shamed, unable to look him in the eye ever again- oh, what had she been thinking?
“Perhaps if you knew what you were doing it could be better.”
Her embarrassment immediately vanished. “Could be better? Knew what I..! I was hardly in the right state of mind, you can't go judging me-”
“Exactly.”
“-when I-.. what?” It took her a moment to realize he had spoken.
“You weren't in your right state of mind.” He repeated, his tone was softer, somehow more serious than she had heard it in a long time. “I don't want you to think I judge you for what you do when you're not yourself.”
“Oh..”
“If there was anything you wanted to do, I'm sure you'd tell me when you could. Nothing has ever kept you quiet before.” A small smile began to tug it's way back into shape at the corner's of his lips.
Ignoring his gentle teasing, Sarah found herself completely caught up in what the Doctor was implying. Was he giving her this opening on purpose? It would be just like him not to realize what he was offering. Than again, was he offering it because he was interested, or because he wanted the matter settled away and out of sight as quickly as possible? When she had kissed him, she didn't recall him being particularly unenthusiastic himself.
She opened her mouth, trying to find the right words, “Doctor?”
“Sarah?”
She bit her lip. Oh, of all the silly things to say-! “Could I.. kiss you goodnight?”
He looked surprised for half a second before grinning, “of course.”
Sarah remembered being terrified when she had decided to kiss the Doctor just moments ago, and she found herself still a little frightened. It seemed silly to be scared, but it was the good kind of the scared. The 'what if I never get to do this again?' kind of scared that would make her treasure each and every kiss she was given, even if this was the last.
When she moved closer to him it took her just a moment to realize the Doctor had moved closer to her as well, and she paused when their faces were less than an inch for each other. They were frozen, both hesitating to close to tiny gap between them and Sarah suddenly realized oh, he's worried too- before she had to stifle a laugh.
“We're being silly,” she whispered, and she wasn't quite sure why.
“Are we?” The Doctor's voice was equally soft.
“Yes,” Sarah insisted, still not moving any closer. “I've kissed you before this is just..” Completely and utterly different because I know exactly why I'm doing this and you seem perfectly willing to.. participate.“This is just..”
“Suspenseful?” He tried to help.
“No. Well, I suppose it is but.. Doctor, do you want to kiss me?” That was bothering her, he said she could kiss him, but a part of her had to wonder if he was actually, probably- definitely interested in the same. Or maybe it was a stall tactic because she was still too scared to do it herself.
“Yes, but I thought you wanted to kiss me first?”
Definitely interested then. “It doesn't really matter,” she answered, feeling a great deal of relief coursing through her.
The Doctor looked incredibly confused, leaning in a tiny bit more, nose almost bumping into hers,“it doesn't?”
Sarah smiled, “not one bit,” and finally kissed him.
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Harry decided that seeing the Doctor upset as he was, was well, a little too strange for words. Sure, the man had had his moments in the past, but they never lasted long. Now that he thought on it, all his particular moments of out-of-sorts tended to happen when Sarah was hurt.
At least she's not unconscious and chained to a rock this time, Harry thought dully.
About to head home, he decided to take a detour and visit Sarah's room before he left the base. The Doctor was probably still there, and he could say goodnight to both of them. The door stood open when he reached it, and Harry felt himself tense, preparing for some unspeakable horror.
Forcing himself to relax and chiding himself for jumping to such a conclusion (they were on the UNIT base after all) he pushed the door open all the way with his hand and stepped inside. He very nearly stepped right back out.
The first thing that went through his mind was the Doctor is kissing Sarah.
The next was, Sarah isn't in a proper state of mind.
Whatever happened between them when they were both fully mentally capable was of no business of his, no matter how curious he sometimes was, but if the Doctor was going to be be this sort of thing when Sarah wasn't likely to know any better...
Without really thinking, Harry strode up to the Doctor, grabbed the back of his waistcoat and yanked him away from Sarah. He was about to shout something about chivalry, or maybe dignity, he wasn't sure yet- when a rather unexpected voice got to the shouting first.
“Harry, what are you doing?!”
It was Sarah Jane. She sounded as she normally did when she was speaking to him, which was rather irritated. Harry gawped at the young woman, realizing that somehow, she had come to be in full possession of her senses once again.
The Doctor rather unhelpfully cheered, “she's back!” Sounding a little too surprised for Harry's liking, making him wonder if the Doctor had even known before he started kissing her.
“For God's sake Harry, let him go,” she snapped.
Mechanically he released the fabric in his grip, hearing a soft thump when he did so. He had lifted the Doctor off of the mattress.
“Er...”
“What do you want?” Sarah asked. Despite managing to still sound peeved, a blush had taken itself up across her cheeks.
“Well, I uh.. came to say goodnight.”
“Goodnight then,” her face was on the way to becoming a rather deep shade of scarlet.
“Yes Harry, goodnight,” the Doctor smiled, turning on the mattress so that he would face him.
“Er, goodnight,” he repeated, before hurriedly exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
Sarah kept her eyes trained on the door, too embarrassed to look the Doctor in the eye. She kept her hands in her lap, curled into tight fists. What was she supposed to say in this situation? You could do, not say, a cheeky little voice in her head spoke up. She wanted to tell it to shut up, though it had the most appealing plan she had come up with. Which meant it was the only plan she had come up with since she had regained sense. Her memories of the past day were still swirling around her mind, gaining new meaning just as they faded, like bits of a dream. A highly confusing dream with her apparently sleep-kissing her way into wakefulness and one of the most pleasant experiences of her life.
“Sarah?” The Doctor cut into her frantic thoughts.
“Yes?” She still didn't look at him.
His hand drifted up to touch her cheek, the feel of fingers on her skin seemed to bring her back into awareness with her body. Her eyes moved away from the door where they took note of her knee, where it brushed up against the Doctor's. As the silence continued Sarah began to wonder why he wasn't saying anything, before realizing what he was doing. She swatted his hand away irritably.
“You could ask before you do that,” she snapped, finally looking at him.
He grinned and she found herself blushing all over again, “just making sure.”
Instead of continued with her vein of anger she asked hesitantly, “are you sure?”
“Yes.. for whatever reason your mind is back in order. I knew I could sort it eventually,” he beamed.
“You?” Her tone was very nearly one of complete surprise.
“Yes Sarah, what else could have?” His use of the word 'what' instead of 'who' told Sarah he knew exactly what she was thinking about.
Kissing the Doctor did not seem like a logical way to regain one's senses. In fact, the more she thought about, the more it seemed like a perfectly capable way of removing them. “Right,” she responded instead, not wanting to point to the large elephant which had taken up residence in the room. “Yes well, thank you.”
“You're very welcome,” he kept beaming.
For once, Sarah wished he'd stop. “Good night then.”
“Goodnight?” He suddenly looked perplexed.
“Yes Doctor, good night.” More words tumbled out of Sarah's mouth before she could stop them, “unless there was something else you wanted?”
“I thought we'd go back to the TARDIS.”
Just like that? She wanted to shout. Sarah didn't know which would be worse, having to acknowledge that she kissed him, or the Doctor ignoring the whole thing. The state of mind in which it was initiated made the whole ordeal infinitely more perplexing.
Due to her silence, he continued, “unless.. you don't want to.”
The Doctor sounded worried. Why would the Doctor sound worried? “Of course I want to go back to the TARDIS.. it's just..” The rather confused expression he was sending her way was not helping Sarah at all. “I.. I just.. kissed you,” she forced herself to say it.
“Yes, I believe you wanted to make me better.”
If Sarah blushed anymore she was certain her cheeks were going to bruise.
“You were quite enthusiastic.”
Bruised. Sarah could feel it now, whole face burning. Completely shamed, unable to look him in the eye ever again- oh, what had she been thinking?
“Perhaps if you knew what you were doing it could be better.”
Her embarrassment immediately vanished. “Could be better? Knew what I..! I was hardly in the right state of mind, you can't go judging me-”
“Exactly.”
“-when I-.. what?” It took her a moment to realize he had spoken.
“You weren't in your right state of mind.” He repeated, his tone was softer, somehow more serious than she had heard it in a long time. “I don't want you to think I judge you for what you do when you're not yourself.”
“Oh..”
“If there was anything you wanted to do, I'm sure you'd tell me when you could. Nothing has ever kept you quiet before.” A small smile began to tug it's way back into shape at the corner's of his lips.
Ignoring his gentle teasing, Sarah found herself completely caught up in what the Doctor was implying. Was he giving her this opening on purpose? It would be just like him not to realize what he was offering. Than again, was he offering it because he was interested, or because he wanted the matter settled away and out of sight as quickly as possible? When she had kissed him, she didn't recall him being particularly unenthusiastic himself.
She opened her mouth, trying to find the right words, “Doctor?”
“Sarah?”
She bit her lip. Oh, of all the silly things to say-! “Could I.. kiss you goodnight?”
He looked surprised for half a second before grinning, “of course.”
Sarah remembered being terrified when she had decided to kiss the Doctor just moments ago, and she found herself still a little frightened. It seemed silly to be scared, but it was the good kind of the scared. The 'what if I never get to do this again?' kind of scared that would make her treasure each and every kiss she was given, even if this was the last.
When she moved closer to him it took her just a moment to realize the Doctor had moved closer to her as well, and she paused when their faces were less than an inch for each other. They were frozen, both hesitating to close to tiny gap between them and Sarah suddenly realized oh, he's worried too- before she had to stifle a laugh.
“We're being silly,” she whispered, and she wasn't quite sure why.
“Are we?” The Doctor's voice was equally soft.
“Yes,” Sarah insisted, still not moving any closer. “I've kissed you before this is just..” Completely and utterly different because I know exactly why I'm doing this and you seem perfectly willing to.. participate.“This is just..”
“Suspenseful?” He tried to help.
“No. Well, I suppose it is but.. Doctor, do you want to kiss me?” That was bothering her, he said she could kiss him, but a part of her had to wonder if he was actually, probably- definitely interested in the same. Or maybe it was a stall tactic because she was still too scared to do it herself.
“Yes, but I thought you wanted to kiss me first?”
Definitely interested then. “It doesn't really matter,” she answered, feeling a great deal of relief coursing through her.
The Doctor looked incredibly confused, leaning in a tiny bit more, nose almost bumping into hers,“it doesn't?”
Sarah smiled, “not one bit,” and finally kissed him.
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