Of the myriad of peculiar things that happened to Sarah on a very regular basis, waking up next to a beautiful redhead was not one that she could remember occurring terribly often before. A muffled voice from the pillow beside her seemed to be bemoaning its inevitable death-by-hangover. Sarah alarmed herself by slipping into Mum-mode.
"I'll get you some paracetamol," she said, sliding out of bed and hunting around for something to wear that wasn't last night's hastily discarded knickers.
***
An indeterminate amount of time later, still feeling a bit shaky but having calmed the worst of her headache with tea and painkillers, Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table, trying to concentrate on the newspaper and being deeply thankful that Luke was staying at Clyde's until dinner time. She glanced up as Donna came in, dressed in her suit again (fantastic suit, Sarah found herself noting) and looking at bit awkward. She smelled faintly of leftover perfume, mixed with cigarettes from the pub the night before.
"Morning," she said, not quite meeting Sarah's eye.
There are some things that it's difficult to do without becoming friends, and fighting off a slimy alien menace in the local gym after both infiltrating by posing as ordinary journalists is one of them. Of course, coupling that with getting blindingly drunk afterwards and sleeping together was bound to make things a little odd, but Sarah hoped it wouldn't put too much of a strain on things.
"Good morning," she replied. "Fancy a cuppa? The kettle's just boiled."
Donna smiled gratefully, immediately more at ease. "Yeah, please!"
Sarah set the tea to brew and motioned for Donna to sit down. "So, do you have any more leads?"
"Nah, not right now. Probably a good thing, I can go home and relax a bit, have a shower. Mum'll be furious when I get there anyway. She'll think I got fired again." She fished out her teabag and sloshed in some milk. "Oh god, I just admitted that I'm living with my mum, didn't I?" She didn't wait for Sarah to reply. "It's just temporary. Till. You know, till I find him. Doesn't seem to be much point renting a flat when I don't know how long I'll be there. Not that I could afford it, anyway."
"How long have you been waiting for him?" Sarah asked gently, absently reaching out to brush a stray piece of hair away from Donna's face.
"I'm not waiting, I'm looking. It's not like I'm sitting around on my bum."
"I'm sorry. I know. And it's worth it. The things you'll see, out there..."
Donna's eyes shone. "I know. I can't wait."
"I'm just saying... if you don't find him. Or if you do and, well, one day, if you need a friend, you know where I am."
"Thanks," Donna stared at her teacup for a moment. "Anyway, I know he'll turn up one of these days. Can't resist a drama, our Martian boy."
"Tell you what. I was going to do some investigating over at Adipose Industries tomorrow, but you can take that one if you like. The kids would want to join in if I did it anyway, and they could do with a break after the last onslaught. Come up to the attic and I'll show you what I have already."
***
"If you find him. When you find him. Tell him..." Sarah paused and grinned. "Oh, you'll think of plenty of things to tell him."
Donna grinned back from partway down the drive. "Bloody right I will! Not least," she cast one last sweeping glance from Sarah's head to her boots, causing Sarah to flush pink, "because he's a complete prawn for leaving you behind!"
Requests: Jo Grant/Romana II/Sarah Jane Smith, Sarah Jane Smith/Third Doctor, River Song/Tenth Doctor
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Donna/Sarah Jane
Date: 2008-06-11 10:58 pm (UTC)"I'll get you some paracetamol," she said, sliding out of bed and hunting around for something to wear that wasn't last night's hastily discarded knickers.
***
An indeterminate amount of time later, still feeling a bit shaky but having calmed the worst of her headache with tea and painkillers, Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table, trying to concentrate on the newspaper and being deeply thankful that Luke was staying at Clyde's until dinner time. She glanced up as Donna came in, dressed in her suit again (fantastic suit, Sarah found herself noting) and looking at bit awkward. She smelled faintly of leftover perfume, mixed with cigarettes from the pub the night before.
"Morning," she said, not quite meeting Sarah's eye.
There are some things that it's difficult to do without becoming friends, and fighting off a slimy alien menace in the local gym after both infiltrating by posing as ordinary journalists is one of them. Of course, coupling that with getting blindingly drunk afterwards and sleeping together was bound to make things a little odd, but Sarah hoped it wouldn't put too much of a strain on things.
"Good morning," she replied. "Fancy a cuppa? The kettle's just boiled."
Donna smiled gratefully, immediately more at ease. "Yeah, please!"
Sarah set the tea to brew and motioned for Donna to sit down. "So, do you have any more leads?"
"Nah, not right now. Probably a good thing, I can go home and relax a bit, have a shower. Mum'll be furious when I get there anyway. She'll think I got fired again." She fished out her teabag and sloshed in some milk. "Oh god, I just admitted that I'm living with my mum, didn't I?" She didn't wait for Sarah to reply. "It's just temporary. Till. You know, till I find him. Doesn't seem to be much point renting a flat when I don't know how long I'll be there. Not that I could afford it, anyway."
"How long have you been waiting for him?" Sarah asked gently, absently reaching out to brush a stray piece of hair away from Donna's face.
"I'm not waiting, I'm looking. It's not like I'm sitting around on my bum."
"I'm sorry. I know. And it's worth it. The things you'll see, out there..."
Donna's eyes shone. "I know. I can't wait."
"I'm just saying... if you don't find him. Or if you do and, well, one day, if you need a friend, you know where I am."
"Thanks," Donna stared at her teacup for a moment. "Anyway, I know he'll turn up one of these days. Can't resist a drama, our Martian boy."
"Tell you what. I was going to do some investigating over at Adipose Industries tomorrow, but you can take that one if you like. The kids would want to join in if I did it anyway, and they could do with a break after the last onslaught. Come up to the attic and I'll show you what I have already."
***
"If you find him. When you find him. Tell him..." Sarah paused and grinned. "Oh, you'll think of plenty of things to tell him."
Donna grinned back from partway down the drive. "Bloody right I will! Not least," she cast one last sweeping glance from Sarah's head to her boots, causing Sarah to flush pink, "because he's a complete prawn for leaving you behind!"
Requests: Jo Grant/Romana II/Sarah Jane Smith, Sarah Jane Smith/Third Doctor, River Song/Tenth Doctor