'Come With Me, Sarah Jane'
Featuring the Doctor and Sarah Jane
It was a beautiful day in April. Warm, no clouds in the sky. In a park in Ealing, Sarah Jane Smith sat on a picnic table, and listened. The rumble of traffic on the high street, the sound of kids at the playpark, the singing of a lark in the trees. She sighed, and she knew they were safe; Luke at Oxford, being the extraordinary boy he was. Rani and Clyde, doing what they were always going to and being magnificent.
The day grew quiet all of a sudden, and the wind picked up. A noise began, deep and alien, a wheezing, grinding groan she knew all too well. She leapt to her feet, and she saw the Doctor's TARDIS shifting into reality not too far away.
When the blue box finished materialising, its door opened, and she held her breath. The skinny man with the striped suit, the long scarf, the bow-tie. So many faces for the same soul, and so much love for her, for everything she'd done.
"It's you," she said, and she couldn't believe her eyes.
"Expecting someone else?" the tall, stately man with grey curly hair asked, impeccably dressed. He stood there, watching her intently, with the same quizzical look on his face, like he just couldn't quite come to terms with how much he knew about everything.
"I missed you, you know," she said, and she felt the tears begin.
He smiled his smile at her, his warm, loving smile, and reached up to touch her cheek. With his thumb, he brushed away the first tear to fall, and said "A tear, Sarah Jane?"
"I don't want to go."
"I know the feeling."
"I feel like the most important time of my life was the time I spent with you, Doctor," she said.
"There wasn't a single moment of your life, Sarah Jane, where you weren't important," he said. "Always. The whole time. With me, without me. With Luke and Maria and Rani and Clyde. You saved the world, saved everything, inspired thousands… my Sarah Jane."
He reached down, and took her hand.
"Come with me."
She followed him into the TARDIS, into infinity.