Fic: Coming Home (Sarah Jane/TARDIS, G)
Title: Coming Home
Author: carawj
Prompt: Sarah Jane/TARDIS/advanced technology
Rating: G
Wordcount: 472
Summary: The TARDIS is alive, Sarah knows, in some way that's almost beyond the edges of her ability to comprehend.
Notes: Got this prompt a few weeks ago and forgot to post it at the time, so yay for break week. ;)
The TARDIS is alive, Sarah knows, in some way that's almost beyond the edges of her ability to comprehend. It has something that she calls a voice, a song, but only because she hasn't any other words for it. She hears it in a way that doesn't involve her ears, or any other senses that she knew she had before.
She's probably just being silly, but she thinks it likes her. It's always easy to find the rooms she needs, even when she's sure they weren't there yesterday, and when they've been on an escapade and she walks back into the control room, there's a sense of warmth, of coming home, that she's never felt anywhere else, even with her aunt.
***
Some days she talks to the TARDIS. Her self who never pretended to be Aunt Lavinia and never seized the chance to creep into an old police box knows that she's being daft, but that person is a long way away now. Harry's gone, and the Doctor is so hard to talk to at times. Not, she hastens to add, her palm flat against the wall, that the TARDIS would be her last choice of conversation partner, but in her world, you didn't really think to talk to machines.
She thinks that maybe she feels a shiver in her fingertips, like a tiny electric current, and she's almost sure she can hear laughter in the back of her mind. Strangely, it sounds rather like the Brigadier.
***
She dreams of the voice still, sometimes, all these many years later with her life so different from the things she'd imagined for herself then. The whispering song filters through her mind while she sleeps and she wakes up thinking she can fly.
"Can you contact her?" she used to ask K9 on those mornings.
"Negative, mistress. The TARDIS is superior technology and does not wish to communicate with this unit."
So she knew he'd tried at least. Maybe he could hear her too.
***
It's a morning after one of those dreams that she wakes up to the sound of materialization; so familiar that she's standing at the back door in slippers and pyjamas before her eyes are fully open. She waits, and eventually the door opens but no one comes out, so she crosses the garden and goes inside.
"Doctor? Donna?" She wonders what face he'll be wearing this time, and almost simultaneously realizes that she knows he isn't there. The song in her dream was cold and empty.
"You've come for me, haven't you?" she says into the echoing space, running her fingers over the edge of the control panel. "Come on." The lights on the instruments flicker and dance. "Let's go and find him."
The door shuts behind her and her head fills with stars as the time rotor begins to move.
Author: carawj
Prompt: Sarah Jane/TARDIS/advanced technology
Rating: G
Wordcount: 472
Summary: The TARDIS is alive, Sarah knows, in some way that's almost beyond the edges of her ability to comprehend.
Notes: Got this prompt a few weeks ago and forgot to post it at the time, so yay for break week. ;)
The TARDIS is alive, Sarah knows, in some way that's almost beyond the edges of her ability to comprehend. It has something that she calls a voice, a song, but only because she hasn't any other words for it. She hears it in a way that doesn't involve her ears, or any other senses that she knew she had before.
She's probably just being silly, but she thinks it likes her. It's always easy to find the rooms she needs, even when she's sure they weren't there yesterday, and when they've been on an escapade and she walks back into the control room, there's a sense of warmth, of coming home, that she's never felt anywhere else, even with her aunt.
***
Some days she talks to the TARDIS. Her self who never pretended to be Aunt Lavinia and never seized the chance to creep into an old police box knows that she's being daft, but that person is a long way away now. Harry's gone, and the Doctor is so hard to talk to at times. Not, she hastens to add, her palm flat against the wall, that the TARDIS would be her last choice of conversation partner, but in her world, you didn't really think to talk to machines.
She thinks that maybe she feels a shiver in her fingertips, like a tiny electric current, and she's almost sure she can hear laughter in the back of her mind. Strangely, it sounds rather like the Brigadier.
***
She dreams of the voice still, sometimes, all these many years later with her life so different from the things she'd imagined for herself then. The whispering song filters through her mind while she sleeps and she wakes up thinking she can fly.
"Can you contact her?" she used to ask K9 on those mornings.
"Negative, mistress. The TARDIS is superior technology and does not wish to communicate with this unit."
So she knew he'd tried at least. Maybe he could hear her too.
***
It's a morning after one of those dreams that she wakes up to the sound of materialization; so familiar that she's standing at the back door in slippers and pyjamas before her eyes are fully open. She waits, and eventually the door opens but no one comes out, so she crosses the garden and goes inside.
"Doctor? Donna?" She wonders what face he'll be wearing this time, and almost simultaneously realizes that she knows he isn't there. The song in her dream was cold and empty.
"You've come for me, haven't you?" she says into the echoing space, running her fingers over the edge of the control panel. "Come on." The lights on the instruments flicker and dance. "Let's go and find him."
The door shuts behind her and her head fills with stars as the time rotor begins to move.