mini fic
Okay, so a friend sent me this amazing manip of Sarah as Wendy from Peter Pan (which I think has been posted here before.) It was so wonderful I cropped it and saved it as my background. It also inspired me to write a little something, don't ask me what it's about though lol.
Here's the pic: (click to view the larger version.)
A cool breeze blew in through the open window of the bedroom. It melted like butter on a warm bagel upon the woman's skin and she stirred slightly in her sleep. She let out a small groan and rolled over on to her side, ignoring the chill that ran down her spine. Alas whatever she did she couldn't avoid the cold and finally sat up in the large carved bed, blinking away the sleep in her eyes.
At first she panicked. The shadows in the room were unfarmiliar to her and her heart began to race furiously. Her hands gripped at the stiped blue and white sheets, gathering them into little bunches in her fists like a child afraid of that dark would have done. She wasn't afraid of the dark, no don't be silly. She'd encountered much scarier things in her lifetime, the darkness of the night wasn't scary at all.
It wasn't her room, she remembered after a moment or two. She was no longer at home, safe in her own bed with her own sheets and her own pillows. It was someone else's room, a child's room with wooden trunks filled full of toys and cherished childhood games scattered at the foot of the bed.
The grandfather clock at the other end of the room ticked annoyingly and filled her head with a steady beat.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
2.15 am. London, Earth 1882.
Sarah Jane Smith had sworn to herself she would never travel with the Docor again. She had hoped their goodbye at Defryvale High would have been the last but after his loss of Rose, he had had no one else to turn to.