Coming Home
Title: Coming home
Fandom: Sarah Jane Adventures
Characters & Pairings: Depend on how you read it...
Rating: (I have no idea how ratings work but child friendly)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is just for fun
Summary: Maria returns to Bannerman road
Prologue
Maria aged 48
‘Hold on to this, I’m coming back for it.’ That was the last thing you said to me, but you never did come back.
So here I am, twenty five years later and still clinging to your velvet coat as if longing alone could bring you back. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I almost believe I catch the hint of your scent woven into its fabric. That dark, sensual smell of autumn bonfires and midnight walks, of spiced winters. Of you. At times the aroma is so potent that I turn, half expecting to see you standing in the doorway. Needless to say, you are never there. Your fragrance is nothing but a memory whose real-life counterpart abandoned me years ago, and yet, sitting here in your attic, I am sure that I feel it come over me once more.
It is here, in this room, that the dying chill strikes me the hardest. Here, where each night sparkles with a thousand sensations that cry out your name. Reminders of you that have been littered across my life, haunting my every decision, now stare back at me from these walls. They have clouded my judgement time and again, but then, as I sit here overcome by this familiar setting, I wonder, why shouldn’t they? I know now that you are a fundamental part of my being. So much so that in these past years it has often been difficult to tell where memory ends and I begin, even now I question who is driving my soul, who I am living for, but I am living, Sarah Jane, oh, I have lived, I have danced a dream of a life while the world still slumbers, and I have been fortunate, I have not lived it alone.
But here, today, in this house…it was perhaps a mistake to buy it. I see that now. But after the divorce came through I wanted a new life for Sam. I have told my son of our adventures on so many occasions that now, rather than keeping the images alive for him, they are beginning to drift into myth and legend, and so I brought him here, where it all began. I wanted him to connect with what we had. I wanted him to know you like I did. But most of all, I just want to pretend that you are still here.