|An imprint in time
Author: ironicallynameless PM
There's no such thing as ghosts, but ghostly alien imprints that walk the corridors of Luke, Rani and Clyde's school... well that's another thing entirely. Suggested Clyde/Rani, Luke/Maria, but unsure whether it'll be anything more than that yet.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 14 - Words: 16,887 - Reviews: 214 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 01-26-10 - Published: 09-17-09 - id: 5382829
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Sorry for ridiculously long update time, shan't bore you with excuses, but will say, I didn't get a chance to get this betad, so any mistakes – my bad. Hope you enjoy and it's not too gory. I know I don't deserve 'em, but I do love those reviews.
Though the three teens were eager to see April, mid-afternoon starvation had diverted their course up to the attic in search of food in the kitchen; Luke had of course offered the usual yelled greeting of "We're home mum!"
It was when she still hadn't replied after the third and increasingly panicked cry of "Mum!?" that they'd began running, taking the stairs two at a time with hearts beating too fast. Luke had reached the door first, love for his mum giving him the energy to push himself just a little faster, that and being perfectly designed to perform all tasks. He burst through the attic door, dreading what he'd see…
And she was just there, sat on the sofa gazing at the little girl who lay on her stomach with her legs in the air as she poured over a book of the stars. The others arrived as Luke made to go over to her, Clyde and Rani hung back, strangely shaken by the sight of Sarah Jane so vulnerable. Luke went forward and gently touched her shoulder, a slight fear in his voice as he whispered, "Mum?"
She looked away then and her eyes glistened with tears she refused to let fall. Looking up at him with a watery smile she murmured, "Luke." He sat down and embraced her resting her head against his shoulder and gently stroking her hair, giving her the silence she needed to compose herself.
Finally after several long minutes; in which Rani had made a cup of sugary tea and Clyde had sworn under his breath several times that "he'd kill 'em"; Sarah Jane took a deep shuddering sigh and pulled away from her son. Taking the tea with a smile of gratitude she immediately apologised, "I'm so sorry, I must have had you all so worried, but I'm fine," Luke nor Clyde seemed ready to accept this so she repeated with more strength in her voice, "honestly I'm fine, don't know what's got into me, going all soppy like that."
"Judging from the current hormone levels in the room, I would suggest that you were perhaps experiencing the first sign of the men-" Mr Smith paused, finally registering Rani's frantic hand signals from behind Sarah Jane's back, "Is something the matter Rani?"
Sarah Jane turned to face her and Rani blushed furiously, gabbling to compensate, "Me? Oh nothing I was just very hot, anybody get that, must have been a hot flush, I mean breeze, I mean err, or something," she could have slapped herself, Sarah Jane merely raised an eyebrow in response and she continued, "but what I mean to say is that you're probably just tired, my Mum always says things look worse when you're tired." She finished with what she hoped was a comforting smile.
Shaking her head Sarah Jane replied, "You're probably right, it was a late night the other night, and, well I'm not as young as I used to be. I guess I'm just a bit emotional and it just got to me more than usual."
"But what happened mum?" Luke asked the concern still obvious.
Sarah Jane sighed again, "It's April. You see I was doing some research, checking to see if she's been reported in any newspapers. And she has."
"But that's brilliant" Rani interrupted, "we can get her back to her parents in no time."
"Mr Smith open the webpage" was all Sarah Jane said in reply, but the article displayed was enough to silence all questions.
On the front page of the Ealing Echo a headline read "YOUNG GIRL SHOT DEAD" The article went on to detail that, in the early hours of the 17th May 1940, the body of a young girl had been discovered on the steps of the Park Vale Army Barracks. Later reports had confirmed that the young girl was Alice May Harlington only child of Professor Theodore Harlington.
Eventually all eyes turned to the little girl who lay on the floor, tracing her fingers round the rings of Saturn, the little girl that had suffered a fatal bullet wound to the head seventy years ago.