Amusement Park for his_sarah_jane

[walkineternity]

Though he never intended it to be that way, it seemed that most, if not all, of the trips he took Sarah Jane on ended up in chaos and trouble of some variety or another. Given their recent, if awkward admittances to one another, the Doctor felt it even more prudent that he devise a trip for Sarah with seemingly no opportunity for harm to come to

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[his_sarah_jane]

Lately, it seemed, tensions had been higher than normal aboard the TARDIS. So many recent events altering their relationship, first on Arcadia and then that awful ice planet (and that awful Kane). They took a trip to Venice, yes, but even then, she just hasn't had a chance to think.

So for the past couple of days, Sarah has been hiding. Everything has been such a whirl wind - there hasn't been a moment of piece until now, really. But her room, and more specifically her journal, has been a comfort.

Writing out her confused emotions doesn't make everything clear, but it's a start. She's so caught up in it, in fact, that she doesn't hear his call.

[walkineternity]

Her lack of a response doesn't deter him, although as oblivious as he can often be to human emotions, he has, in fact, noticed her disappearance over the last few days. Reviewing their recent experiences, he supposes it's not at all a surprise that she would need some time to collect herself. He did it often enough, himself. But when it came to humans, he still found himself at a loss, at times.

Continuing down the corridor until he reaches her room, the Doctor taps his fingers gently against her door before opening it slightly and smiling at her.

"Preoccupied, Sarah?"

[his_sarah_jane]

The door opens and Sarah finally looks up from her papers.

It's him. Of course it's him. Who else would it be?

Sarah Jane's smile turns soft and fond. Her eyes look him over, taking in his so familiar attire and messy curls. He's gorgeous, no matter what anyone else thinks.

"A little," she finally admits, giggling shyly. "I've been writing."

[walkineternity]

The Doctor takes her smile as an invitation to come further into her room; he'd been hesitating, not wanting to disturb her, but his natural curiosity compels him to question her further.

"Might I inquire about what you've been writing? Recollections of our travels? Your memoirs, perhaps? If that's the case, I do hope you've included some flattering remarks on me."

He says the last thing with a wink and a cheeky grin.