Valentine's Day Drabbleathon!
Since I'm in a slushy mood and it's officially V-Day by my clock, I hereby announce the
Sarah Jane Valentine's Day Drabbleathon!
Post a drabble or ficlet in the comments. It must involve Sarah and it must involve Valentine's Day. It can be fluff, smut, angst or something else entirely, with any pairing you like.
As for example:
Will he miss me if I go? Four/Sarah, G
The red square of paper is shoved at the back of her drawer, behind her spare knickers and half-forgotten trinkets she's picked up from various planets that she never really wanted in the first place. She only wrote seven words on it. And it's not as though she ever meant to send it. It's enough that she knows it's there.
[she leaves in a moment of anger, packs too hastily. When he can stand to go in her room again, there is dust on the furniture. He opens a drawer idly and sees something stuck in the cracks. When he reads his name on the envelope, he thinks it's a goodbye note, some explanation of what was going through her head when she left him. In a way, it is. There's a gaudy pink heart on the front of the card and inside she has written 'To the Doctor, love your Sarah Jane.' On Earth, lifetimes later, he never tells her that he still has it.]
Happy Valentine's Day, and a big modly snog to you all!
Sarah Jane Valentine's Day Drabbleathon!
Post a drabble or ficlet in the comments. It must involve Sarah and it must involve Valentine's Day. It can be fluff, smut, angst or something else entirely, with any pairing you like.
As for example:
Will he miss me if I go? Four/Sarah, G
The red square of paper is shoved at the back of her drawer, behind her spare knickers and half-forgotten trinkets she's picked up from various planets that she never really wanted in the first place. She only wrote seven words on it. And it's not as though she ever meant to send it. It's enough that she knows it's there.
[she leaves in a moment of anger, packs too hastily. When he can stand to go in her room again, there is dust on the furniture. He opens a drawer idly and sees something stuck in the cracks. When he reads his name on the envelope, he thinks it's a goodbye note, some explanation of what was going through her head when she left him. In a way, it is. There's a gaudy pink heart on the front of the card and inside she has written 'To the Doctor, love your Sarah Jane.' On Earth, lifetimes later, he never tells her that he still has it.]
Happy Valentine's Day, and a big modly snog to you all!