Ficathon: Horizon
Title: Horizon
Author: Paranoidangel
Rating: G
Beta: hhertzof
Characters: Sarah, Sky, Harry
Spoilers: Sky
Summary: Harry meets Sky
Notes: For the End of SJA ficathon.
"You seem to be massing a collection of children, old girl." Standing in Sarah's kitchen, Harry smiled, showing he didn't mean it as an insult.
Sarah gave Harry a look for the 'old girl'. "I'd hardly call two a collection."
"For someone who didn't want any..." He left the sentence unfinished, but they both remembered that she'd often said she wasn't interested in getting married and having babies.
She sighed and leaned back against the counter. "I know." She gave him a chance to remind her of the time during their brief relationship when he'd wanted one thing and she the other, but he stayed quiet, which she was glad about. "It was easier to decide to adopt the second one." After all, she knew what to expect this time. And what to do too, she hoped.
The front door slamming announced Sky's arrival home from school, just as the kettle boiled and switched itself off. Sarah pushed herself off the counter to stand up straight again. "Tea, Sky?" she called, letting her know they were in the kitchen and not up in the attic.
"Yes, please," Sky shouted back. A moment later she arrived in the kitchen and flung her school bag on a chair. She stopped when she noticed Harry. "What are you doing here?"
It was just as well Sarah had chosen that moment to attend to the tea because neither of the other two occupants would see her try and contain her laughter. Although she didn't make a sound she had to put the kettle down, otherwise she'd end up pouring boiling water all over the place. As much as she longed to see Harry's reaction to Sky's question, she didn't turn round.
However, Harry leaned down and whispered, "Sounds like something you'd say." She couldn't answer that with her hand over her mouth and he didn't give her time to. Out loud, he said, "I'm Harry. I'm a friend of your mother's." He didn't sound offended by Sky's attitude at all. Maybe he'd got used to her, although she was never quite as blunt as Sky tended to be.
"I call her Sarah Jane." Sky's tone was matter-of-fact, as it was about most things.
"You're a lot like Luke," Harry said thoughtfully.
"No, I'm not. He's a boy and he's older than me."
The tea made, Sarah pressed a mug into Harry's hand. "Sky doesn't have much experience of this world. One minute she was a baby, the next..." She waved a hand in Sky's direction. Sky was still looking confused at Harry's comparison. "What Harry means," she said to Sky, "is that your reactions remind him of how Luke was when I first adopted him."
"Oh." She thought about that, while Sarah passed her a mug of tea. "I like Luke, so that's all right. Of course, I've only seen him on screen."
"Don't worry, you'll meet him soon enough." Sarah was sure the two of them would be friends.
"I'm not worried." Sky smiled to prove she wasn't. "But I have homework." She took her mug with her, out of the kitchen. The thumps on the stairs suggested she was intending to ask Mr Smith to help with it. Fortunately, he was clever enough to know not to do it all for her.
"I suppose we're too boring for children," Harry said, sitting down at the table.
Sarah joined him. "Speak for yourself!"
"I don't think anyone could ever say you were boring."
She smiled, taking it as a compliment. "So what do you think of her?"
He turned serious at her question. "Are you asking my personal or professional opinion?"
She put her mug down. "Both. She was a bomb. She can still sense electricity. I'm just worried that..."
He put a hand over hers. "She'll need to be scanned to be sure. I'll sort something out and give you a call."
"Thank you." She smiled. "I knew I could reply on you."
Harry smiled at the compliment. "And I like her. If only you were alien too, that would explain you."
She punched him on the arm, but grinned as she did so, glad that Harry was the one thing in her life that never changed.
Author: Paranoidangel
Rating: G
Beta: hhertzof
Characters: Sarah, Sky, Harry
Spoilers: Sky
Summary: Harry meets Sky
Notes: For the End of SJA ficathon.
"You seem to be massing a collection of children, old girl." Standing in Sarah's kitchen, Harry smiled, showing he didn't mean it as an insult.
Sarah gave Harry a look for the 'old girl'. "I'd hardly call two a collection."
"For someone who didn't want any..." He left the sentence unfinished, but they both remembered that she'd often said she wasn't interested in getting married and having babies.
She sighed and leaned back against the counter. "I know." She gave him a chance to remind her of the time during their brief relationship when he'd wanted one thing and she the other, but he stayed quiet, which she was glad about. "It was easier to decide to adopt the second one." After all, she knew what to expect this time. And what to do too, she hoped.
The front door slamming announced Sky's arrival home from school, just as the kettle boiled and switched itself off. Sarah pushed herself off the counter to stand up straight again. "Tea, Sky?" she called, letting her know they were in the kitchen and not up in the attic.
"Yes, please," Sky shouted back. A moment later she arrived in the kitchen and flung her school bag on a chair. She stopped when she noticed Harry. "What are you doing here?"
It was just as well Sarah had chosen that moment to attend to the tea because neither of the other two occupants would see her try and contain her laughter. Although she didn't make a sound she had to put the kettle down, otherwise she'd end up pouring boiling water all over the place. As much as she longed to see Harry's reaction to Sky's question, she didn't turn round.
However, Harry leaned down and whispered, "Sounds like something you'd say." She couldn't answer that with her hand over her mouth and he didn't give her time to. Out loud, he said, "I'm Harry. I'm a friend of your mother's." He didn't sound offended by Sky's attitude at all. Maybe he'd got used to her, although she was never quite as blunt as Sky tended to be.
"I call her Sarah Jane." Sky's tone was matter-of-fact, as it was about most things.
"You're a lot like Luke," Harry said thoughtfully.
"No, I'm not. He's a boy and he's older than me."
The tea made, Sarah pressed a mug into Harry's hand. "Sky doesn't have much experience of this world. One minute she was a baby, the next..." She waved a hand in Sky's direction. Sky was still looking confused at Harry's comparison. "What Harry means," she said to Sky, "is that your reactions remind him of how Luke was when I first adopted him."
"Oh." She thought about that, while Sarah passed her a mug of tea. "I like Luke, so that's all right. Of course, I've only seen him on screen."
"Don't worry, you'll meet him soon enough." Sarah was sure the two of them would be friends.
"I'm not worried." Sky smiled to prove she wasn't. "But I have homework." She took her mug with her, out of the kitchen. The thumps on the stairs suggested she was intending to ask Mr Smith to help with it. Fortunately, he was clever enough to know not to do it all for her.
"I suppose we're too boring for children," Harry said, sitting down at the table.
Sarah joined him. "Speak for yourself!"
"I don't think anyone could ever say you were boring."
She smiled, taking it as a compliment. "So what do you think of her?"
He turned serious at her question. "Are you asking my personal or professional opinion?"
She put her mug down. "Both. She was a bomb. She can still sense electricity. I'm just worried that..."
He put a hand over hers. "She'll need to be scanned to be sure. I'll sort something out and give you a call."
"Thank you." She smiled. "I knew I could reply on you."
Harry smiled at the compliment. "And I like her. If only you were alien too, that would explain you."
She punched him on the arm, but grinned as she did so, glad that Harry was the one thing in her life that never changed.