Not quite what you prompted, but I hope you enjoy anyway-it... got away from me, yeah. *grins*
When the Doctor first met Sally in the middle of the street in London, he was a bit amused by this young woman who was so outrageously pleased to see him. He held on to the papers she gave him, but didn't honestly expect to allow himself to get stuck in 69. He had a TARDIS, he'd be fine. But he didn't read the papers, just in case. He didn't want to accidentally change things. When he did get stuck in 69, and she had all the details so neatly outlined, he was impressed. All he really had to do was follow the instructions and build the detector. Brilliant! Though technically she could only have gotten all this down because, from her point of view, it had already happened. But still, quite marvelous. He had to admire her determination. Not many people could walk right into a 'haunted' house after two people had died and risk death herself on the instructions of a madman she'd never met. He was rather tempted to pay her another visit to see if she'd like to travel with them. But she had her man, now. He'd seen the two of them that first day, when she went to hold his hand and he was so very surprised. They would be happier without his interference. It wasn't until after the Master, after Martha and Jack left and he found himself alone, that he went back to Sally Sparrow. He'd found someone trying to raise Macra in the sewers, and he needed backup. Sally seemed surprised that he'd shown up at all, but she went easily enough. The two of them made short work of the problem, and before he'd even decided to do it he found himself asking her along. She'd said no, like he'd expected she would. She had a life, someone who loved her. She'd invited him round for tea, and he refused and carried on. But a few months later he was at her door again, with another bit of strange alien activity, and then six months after that. It became habit for the both of them-he satisfied Sally's drive for adventure, and the Doctor was just happy to be working with someone who neither fancied him nor expected him to have all the answers. Eventually, several years down the road, he started asking her to go on short trips with him. Just to solve specific problems, or to go on brief holidays. She'd always be home within a day or two, and as years went by, Larry and her children grew accustomed to her vanishing now and again. Larry stood by with a smile, welcoming her home every time. He'd had plenty of time to see how restless she could get without this, and he almost looked forward to the exhausted, contented reunions. Until one day, when she was much older and her hair was starting to go gray, and she didn't come back. One lucky shot and Sally Sparrow was gone forever. The Doctor felt guilty for taking her away from her family, but even as he mourned, Larry knew it was exactly how she would have wanted to go.
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Date: 2011-05-12 05:27 am (UTC)When the Doctor first met Sally in the middle of the street in London, he was a bit amused by this young woman who was so outrageously pleased to see him. He held on to the papers she gave him, but didn't honestly expect to allow himself to get stuck in 69. He had a TARDIS, he'd be fine.
But he didn't read the papers, just in case. He didn't want to accidentally change things.
When he did get stuck in 69, and she had all the details so neatly outlined, he was impressed. All he really had to do was follow the instructions and build the detector. Brilliant!
Though technically she could only have gotten all this down because, from her point of view, it had already happened. But still, quite marvelous. He had to admire her determination. Not many people could walk right into a 'haunted' house after two people had died and risk death herself on the instructions of a madman she'd never met. He was rather tempted to pay her another visit to see if she'd like to travel with them.
But she had her man, now. He'd seen the two of them that first day, when she went to hold his hand and he was so very surprised. They would be happier without his interference.
It wasn't until after the Master, after Martha and Jack left and he found himself alone, that he went back to Sally Sparrow.
He'd found someone trying to raise Macra in the sewers, and he needed backup. Sally seemed surprised that he'd shown up at all, but she went easily enough. The two of them made short work of the problem, and before he'd even decided to do it he found himself asking her along.
She'd said no, like he'd expected she would. She had a life, someone who loved her. She'd invited him round for tea, and he refused and carried on. But a few months later he was at her door again, with another bit of strange alien activity, and then six months after that.
It became habit for the both of them-he satisfied Sally's drive for adventure, and the Doctor was just happy to be working with someone who neither fancied him nor expected him to have all the answers.
Eventually, several years down the road, he started asking her to go on short trips with him. Just to solve specific problems, or to go on brief holidays. She'd always be home within a day or two, and as years went by, Larry and her children grew accustomed to her vanishing now and again.
Larry stood by with a smile, welcoming her home every time. He'd had plenty of time to see how restless she could get without this, and he almost looked forward to the exhausted, contented reunions.
Until one day, when she was much older and her hair was starting to go gray, and she didn't come back. One lucky shot and Sally Sparrow was gone forever. The Doctor felt guilty for taking her away from her family, but even as he mourned, Larry knew it was exactly how she would have wanted to go.