Sarah Jane Smith/Third DoctormarzipanillaMarch 21 2011, 00:22:28 UTC
Here we go again, Sarah thought glumly, doing her best not to glower at the man checking tickets. The Doctor had just handed theirs over, introducing them as Dr John Smith and Sarah Jane Smith. Every time he used that name people would smile- and immediately assume they were related.
'You have such a lovely daughter/niece!' They'd exclaim, and he'd smile thinly in return and thank them on Sarah's behalf, because half the time she was too irritated to say anything back. There had been one occasion though, when they had thought she was his grand-daughter, which had made her laugh because it offended the Doctor- 'I don't look that old by human standards, surely?' he had protested later.
The man with the ticket scanned their faces after checking them against the list.
Sarah steeled herself, waiting.
"Well Mrs. Smith, I hope you and your husband have a good time," he smiled brightly at her, handing an itinerary to the Doctor.
She froze, completely stunned.
The Doctor coughed lightly, taking the pamphlet, "yes well, come along m'dear." He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her out of the queue.
They were several feet away before Sarah regained her ability to speak. "Married! He thought..!"
"Yes Sarah, I was there."
She glared at him, catching the hidden laughter in his voice. "You think it's funny, don't you?"
"It was bound to happen sooner or later, best not let it get to you," he smiled at her.
Sarah sighed, "oh, I suppose you're right." She leaned closer to the Doctor trying to read the itinerary in his hand. Neither commented on the arm that was still around her waist. "So what's in for us tonight?"
"The first concert doesn't start for half an hour, how about a drink? Couples do that sort of thing, don't they?" The Doctor teased.
She elbowed him in the ribs, "don't push your luck," and couldn't help but add, "husband."
Requests K9 Mark IV/Mr Smith, Eleventh Doctor/Ainley!Master, Sarah Jane Smith/Yvonne Hartman
'You have such a lovely daughter/niece!' They'd exclaim, and he'd smile thinly in return and thank them on Sarah's behalf, because half the time she was too irritated to say anything back. There had been one occasion though, when they had thought she was his grand-daughter, which had made her laugh because it offended the Doctor- 'I don't look that old by human standards, surely?' he had protested later.
The man with the ticket scanned their faces after checking them against the list.
Sarah steeled herself, waiting.
"Well Mrs. Smith, I hope you and your husband have a good time," he smiled brightly at her, handing an itinerary to the Doctor.
She froze, completely stunned.
The Doctor coughed lightly, taking the pamphlet, "yes well, come along m'dear." He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her out of the queue.
They were several feet away before Sarah regained her ability to speak. "Married! He thought..!"
"Yes Sarah, I was there."
She glared at him, catching the hidden laughter in his voice. "You think it's funny, don't you?"
"It was bound to happen sooner or later, best not let it get to you," he smiled at her.
Sarah sighed, "oh, I suppose you're right." She leaned closer to the Doctor trying to read the itinerary in his hand. Neither commented on the arm that was still around her waist. "So what's in for us tonight?"
"The first concert doesn't start for half an hour, how about a drink? Couples do that sort of thing, don't they?" The Doctor teased.
She elbowed him in the ribs, "don't push your luck," and couldn't help but add, "husband."
Requests K9 Mark IV/Mr Smith, Eleventh Doctor/Ainley!Master, Sarah Jane Smith/Yvonne Hartman
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