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Title: Bring Me Home
Author: country_who
Rating: PG-13 (It's probably lower, but I'm being safe)
Characters: Ten2, Sarah (Ten2's daughter) OC, Jack AU, Donna AU
Summary: The Doctor and Sarah are planning to spend their vacations together, just plain old father/daughter stuff until everything goes wrong. Sarah is kidnapped and the Doctor is forced to protect everything he's built up since he lost Rose nineteen years ago. Will the Doctor be forced to lose the only connection to Rose he has left?
Author's Note: I tried to get the British education system as close as possible, but I'm almost certain I messed something up, so I am hereby proclaiming that it has to do with a difference in the parallel universe. And, I made a new banner, Sarah's growing up after all.
The Doctor sat alone in his home, silently grading the papers of his students with a red pen. As he glanced over the papers in front of him, he found his mind constantly drifting. It was just too quiet to concentrate. He rubbed his eyes in frustration before making one last correction and collecting all the papers together and binding them into a large three ringed notebook.
He flipped on the television to try to drown out the silence that surrounded him. It had been that way ever since Sarah had left for university a semester ago. He wasn’t sure he would ever get used to the calmness, and he was certain that he hated it.
Previously, Sarah had gone to the university that the Doctor had been teaching at. However, when the opportunity came around for Sarah to study in the science in class as well as in a lab, the opportunity was too great to pass up. It would have been Sarah’s big opportunity at finally getting a chance to start at trying for a permanent career at Torchwood, in the research division.
The school was too far away for her to commute regularly from their home. She had resorted to calling him when she got the chance or was feeling run down with the challenge of taking five A-levels at one time. The Doctor had told her it was going to be a stretch to keep up with it all, even for her, but she had sorely ignored him. She was still at the top of her classes, but the Doctor was often told about the sleepless nights she was getting in the lab, only to get up early the next morning to get ready to run for track and field.
Sighing, the Doctor shook his head, stretched out on the couch and flipped channels a couple times until he reached the news. He was barely watching until a report came of an alien sighting in downtown London. He leaned forward and pushed his glasses farther up his nose to keep them from sliding off and onto the floor.
“What have we here?” He muttered to himself, and began to scan the news footage of a brief flash of light in the sky. It was so fleeting that the Doctor wasn’t quite sure if it was actually there. He would have doubted himself more if the news reader wasn’t raving so much about it.
“I wonder if…”
Before the Doctor could finish his statement, his phone began to ring. He got up and took it off the hook. Glancing at the caller ID, he smiled.
“Hello, Sarah,” he greeted. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” came her reply.
“So, what’s going on to make you call this late? Not, that I’m not thrilled to hear you, but…”
“Slow down, Dad,” Sarah replied with a small laugh on the other end. “ I just wanted to remind you I was coming home by bus at nine tomorrow. I just finished packing and well, I knew you were probably just getting finished grading your students’ last essays.”
The Doctor smiled, he loved summer break, and for once in her life, Sarah was taking it. She wasn’t going to be helping her science professor with another study or helping with another student’s lessons. She was coming home to him.
“Anyway, will you be home, or…”
“No, but I’ll be home by four in the afternoon, call me though at lunch, so I’ll know you got home safe and sound. I just have to post the grades of my student’s last essays and administer the final exams.” the Doctor replied, as he sat down at the kitchen table and felt Sampson nuzzling his hand. He shoved his nose away and leaned forward on his elbows. “How are things going there?”
“They’re fine, you know, it’s uni, not quite fun exactly,” she laughed and the Doctor could hear a door open and close. There was a shout from the door and Sarah’s muffled reply.
“Who’s that?” the Doctor asked.
“Angela.”
The Doctor grunted a reply. Angela was one of Sarah’s room-mates in the dorms.
“Dad?” Sarah’s voice lowered a bit and he heard a door slip shut like she was sliding into a room by herself. “I think…I mean…”
Fear dripped in Sarah’s voice, but also shame. The Doctor almost didn’t want to know what was happening.
“What is it Sarah?” He coaxed her gently, while rampant thoughts ran through his head. What if she was ill, or hurt? She was still running track regularly on top of everything else. Wasn’t it a given that she could get run down? What if it was a boy? The Doctor
shuddered at the sheer thought.
Sarah sighed on the other end, as if she was close to crying. He knew he should have never let her leave.
“I don’t know. I probably shouldn’t have said anything.”
“You can tell me, Sarah,” the Doctor coaxed before adding. “I won’t be mad.” How could he?
“That’s just it, I can’t. It feels like something in time is falling, but…I’m probably just being paranoid.”
“No,” the Doctor assured her. “I’m sure there’s something. We can talk about it when you get home tomorrow, okay?.”
“Okay.”
“Everything will be fine,” the Doctor assured her. “I love you, Sarah.”
After Sarah’s reply, the Doctor hung up the phone and buried his face in his hands. He tried to focus on the time-lines, but they were fine. Each progressed normally and continued in separate directions according to people’s separate choices. What could Sarah have possibly seen?
***
Sarah sat down on the bottom of a pair of bunk-beds across from another pair. Closing her cell phone, she checked the time. It was well past mid-night. What was she thinking? Dad had enough to worry about these days without her calling him up every time something when a bit strange.
She had been sleeping after she finished packing, but her dreams were restless. Every time she closed her eyes she dreamt of a warehouse, dark and dank. There were flashes of people’s faces glaring at her, circling her.
She had gone through the cycle four times before finally breaking down and calling her dad. Her dorm mates were all away at some party celebrating the beginning of vacation that she had refused to go to.
‘I want to see Dad at home, not jail,’ had been her retort when Angela and Sam had tried to convince her to go.
Angela came into the room dressed in a tank top and Pajama bottoms. Her black hair and raven eyes was tied back in a messy cross between a ponytail and a bun.
“Hey, Sarah,” Angela replied perkily. “I woulda thought that you would have been in bed by nine.”
Sarah saw where this conversation was going, but she was in no mood to banter with her.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she muttered and fingered the phone in her hands.
“Miss your Dad?” Angela asked, taking a hint and sitting next to her friend.
“I guess,” Sarah replied, as she slid her phone into her backpack and pulled out one of her history texts. Her main focus was on the sciences, but history was still something that her dad had always said was too important to forget about.
“I thought you said you were seeing him tomorrow,” Angela stated bluntly and pushed on her shoulder slightly.
“I am, but…”
“But?”
“Nothing,” Sarah finished, as she got up and moved to one of the three desks to start taking notes, while Angela climbed up the ladder to her bunk.
“Okay.” Angela decided that Sarah wasn’t in the mood for talking, as she drifted off to sleep.
***
Sarah woke up plastered against her textbook opened to some random page about the development of civilizations. She read her alarm clock, 4:30 in the morning. She didn’t even need to wake up until six o’clock so she decided to head to track on the other side of the campus. No one would have been there this early, but the lights, which were on a timer, should be on.
She grabbed her backpack and a granola bar from the box in one of her drawers and headed out of room, quickly scrawling a note to Angela and Samantha that she was just going to leave from the track and if they needed anything, they could call her.
***
Sarah finished stretching out her muscles and ran her hand down the length of her long blonde hair. Running had always been
something she did when she wanted to get away; ever since she was tiny she enjoyed a good lope around a track or trail.
“Here we go,” she muttered to herself as she began to set a fast paced jog around the track. Her watched was set to go off in about thirty minutes, so she could hit the shower in the locker room and not be sweaty while sitting in a bus for three hours.
Twenty minutes into her run, sweat was running down her face, and the sun was just beginning to peak on the horizon. Her legs were burning and she was about to push herself towards as couple hurdles, but a chill ran down her spine.
She slowed to a walk and glanced around her but saw no one.
“Get it together, Sarah,” she muttered to herself as she picked up her backpack from where she had stowed it safely on the bleachers and decided to call it early.
***
The Doctor ran his hand through his hair as he drove to work that morning while. Sarah was coming home tonight, but something was really frightening her. Their phone conversation from last night kept running through his head. Sarah was always calm and collected, and she certainly wouldn’t have spooked at nothing, right?
Maybe it was just stress, she did have a habit of taking on much more than she could handle. Maybe she just needed sometime at home to think let her mind ease itself away from studies that he wasn’t sure he understood.
“I trust your instincts Sarah, but I’m praying that you’re wrong,” he muttered and continued his concentration on the road.
***
The streets were fairly empty this early in the morning, with all the university students and professors asleep. Sarah was almost thankful for the bit of peace as she continued on her way from the track it was a mile to the nearest bus stop and she could do without any interruptions. The few people that were out seemed to have the same mindset, and they hurried about to their destinations. All accept for one man who stood out from the rest of the crowds. His sneer caught Sarah’s attention as she walked in his direction on her way to the bus stop.
She offered the man a smile and a nod before trying to continue on her way. She would have made it past the man and thought nothing of it if something hadn’t twisted in the core of her stomach. The pain made her stop and grip at her abdomen; tears flooded her eyes at the sheer power of the pain. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out as she was consumed by blackness.
Author: country_who
Rating: PG-13 (It's probably lower, but I'm being safe)
Characters: Ten2, Sarah (Ten2's daughter) OC, Jack AU, Donna AU
Summary: The Doctor and Sarah are planning to spend their vacations together, just plain old father/daughter stuff until everything goes wrong. Sarah is kidnapped and the Doctor is forced to protect everything he's built up since he lost Rose nineteen years ago. Will the Doctor be forced to lose the only connection to Rose he has left?
Author's Note: I tried to get the British education system as close as possible, but I'm almost certain I messed something up, so I am hereby proclaiming that it has to do with a difference in the parallel universe. And, I made a new banner, Sarah's growing up after all.
The Doctor sat alone in his home, silently grading the papers of his students with a red pen. As he glanced over the papers in front of him, he found his mind constantly drifting. It was just too quiet to concentrate. He rubbed his eyes in frustration before making one last correction and collecting all the papers together and binding them into a large three ringed notebook.
He flipped on the television to try to drown out the silence that surrounded him. It had been that way ever since Sarah had left for university a semester ago. He wasn’t sure he would ever get used to the calmness, and he was certain that he hated it.
Previously, Sarah had gone to the university that the Doctor had been teaching at. However, when the opportunity came around for Sarah to study in the science in class as well as in a lab, the opportunity was too great to pass up. It would have been Sarah’s big opportunity at finally getting a chance to start at trying for a permanent career at Torchwood, in the research division.
The school was too far away for her to commute regularly from their home. She had resorted to calling him when she got the chance or was feeling run down with the challenge of taking five A-levels at one time. The Doctor had told her it was going to be a stretch to keep up with it all, even for her, but she had sorely ignored him. She was still at the top of her classes, but the Doctor was often told about the sleepless nights she was getting in the lab, only to get up early the next morning to get ready to run for track and field.
Sighing, the Doctor shook his head, stretched out on the couch and flipped channels a couple times until he reached the news. He was barely watching until a report came of an alien sighting in downtown London. He leaned forward and pushed his glasses farther up his nose to keep them from sliding off and onto the floor.
“What have we here?” He muttered to himself, and began to scan the news footage of a brief flash of light in the sky. It was so fleeting that the Doctor wasn’t quite sure if it was actually there. He would have doubted himself more if the news reader wasn’t raving so much about it.
“I wonder if…”
Before the Doctor could finish his statement, his phone began to ring. He got up and took it off the hook. Glancing at the caller ID, he smiled.
“Hello, Sarah,” he greeted. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” came her reply.
“So, what’s going on to make you call this late? Not, that I’m not thrilled to hear you, but…”
“Slow down, Dad,” Sarah replied with a small laugh on the other end. “ I just wanted to remind you I was coming home by bus at nine tomorrow. I just finished packing and well, I knew you were probably just getting finished grading your students’ last essays.”
The Doctor smiled, he loved summer break, and for once in her life, Sarah was taking it. She wasn’t going to be helping her science professor with another study or helping with another student’s lessons. She was coming home to him.
“Anyway, will you be home, or…”
“No, but I’ll be home by four in the afternoon, call me though at lunch, so I’ll know you got home safe and sound. I just have to post the grades of my student’s last essays and administer the final exams.” the Doctor replied, as he sat down at the kitchen table and felt Sampson nuzzling his hand. He shoved his nose away and leaned forward on his elbows. “How are things going there?”
“They’re fine, you know, it’s uni, not quite fun exactly,” she laughed and the Doctor could hear a door open and close. There was a shout from the door and Sarah’s muffled reply.
“Who’s that?” the Doctor asked.
“Angela.”
The Doctor grunted a reply. Angela was one of Sarah’s room-mates in the dorms.
“Dad?” Sarah’s voice lowered a bit and he heard a door slip shut like she was sliding into a room by herself. “I think…I mean…”
Fear dripped in Sarah’s voice, but also shame. The Doctor almost didn’t want to know what was happening.
“What is it Sarah?” He coaxed her gently, while rampant thoughts ran through his head. What if she was ill, or hurt? She was still running track regularly on top of everything else. Wasn’t it a given that she could get run down? What if it was a boy? The Doctor
shuddered at the sheer thought.
Sarah sighed on the other end, as if she was close to crying. He knew he should have never let her leave.
“I don’t know. I probably shouldn’t have said anything.”
“You can tell me, Sarah,” the Doctor coaxed before adding. “I won’t be mad.” How could he?
“That’s just it, I can’t. It feels like something in time is falling, but…I’m probably just being paranoid.”
“No,” the Doctor assured her. “I’m sure there’s something. We can talk about it when you get home tomorrow, okay?.”
“Okay.”
“Everything will be fine,” the Doctor assured her. “I love you, Sarah.”
After Sarah’s reply, the Doctor hung up the phone and buried his face in his hands. He tried to focus on the time-lines, but they were fine. Each progressed normally and continued in separate directions according to people’s separate choices. What could Sarah have possibly seen?
***
Sarah sat down on the bottom of a pair of bunk-beds across from another pair. Closing her cell phone, she checked the time. It was well past mid-night. What was she thinking? Dad had enough to worry about these days without her calling him up every time something when a bit strange.
She had been sleeping after she finished packing, but her dreams were restless. Every time she closed her eyes she dreamt of a warehouse, dark and dank. There were flashes of people’s faces glaring at her, circling her.
She had gone through the cycle four times before finally breaking down and calling her dad. Her dorm mates were all away at some party celebrating the beginning of vacation that she had refused to go to.
‘I want to see Dad at home, not jail,’ had been her retort when Angela and Sam had tried to convince her to go.
Angela came into the room dressed in a tank top and Pajama bottoms. Her black hair and raven eyes was tied back in a messy cross between a ponytail and a bun.
“Hey, Sarah,” Angela replied perkily. “I woulda thought that you would have been in bed by nine.”
Sarah saw where this conversation was going, but she was in no mood to banter with her.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she muttered and fingered the phone in her hands.
“Miss your Dad?” Angela asked, taking a hint and sitting next to her friend.
“I guess,” Sarah replied, as she slid her phone into her backpack and pulled out one of her history texts. Her main focus was on the sciences, but history was still something that her dad had always said was too important to forget about.
“I thought you said you were seeing him tomorrow,” Angela stated bluntly and pushed on her shoulder slightly.
“I am, but…”
“But?”
“Nothing,” Sarah finished, as she got up and moved to one of the three desks to start taking notes, while Angela climbed up the ladder to her bunk.
“Okay.” Angela decided that Sarah wasn’t in the mood for talking, as she drifted off to sleep.
***
Sarah woke up plastered against her textbook opened to some random page about the development of civilizations. She read her alarm clock, 4:30 in the morning. She didn’t even need to wake up until six o’clock so she decided to head to track on the other side of the campus. No one would have been there this early, but the lights, which were on a timer, should be on.
She grabbed her backpack and a granola bar from the box in one of her drawers and headed out of room, quickly scrawling a note to Angela and Samantha that she was just going to leave from the track and if they needed anything, they could call her.
***
Sarah finished stretching out her muscles and ran her hand down the length of her long blonde hair. Running had always been
something she did when she wanted to get away; ever since she was tiny she enjoyed a good lope around a track or trail.
“Here we go,” she muttered to herself as she began to set a fast paced jog around the track. Her watched was set to go off in about thirty minutes, so she could hit the shower in the locker room and not be sweaty while sitting in a bus for three hours.
Twenty minutes into her run, sweat was running down her face, and the sun was just beginning to peak on the horizon. Her legs were burning and she was about to push herself towards as couple hurdles, but a chill ran down her spine.
She slowed to a walk and glanced around her but saw no one.
“Get it together, Sarah,” she muttered to herself as she picked up her backpack from where she had stowed it safely on the bleachers and decided to call it early.
***
The Doctor ran his hand through his hair as he drove to work that morning while. Sarah was coming home tonight, but something was really frightening her. Their phone conversation from last night kept running through his head. Sarah was always calm and collected, and she certainly wouldn’t have spooked at nothing, right?
Maybe it was just stress, she did have a habit of taking on much more than she could handle. Maybe she just needed sometime at home to think let her mind ease itself away from studies that he wasn’t sure he understood.
“I trust your instincts Sarah, but I’m praying that you’re wrong,” he muttered and continued his concentration on the road.
***
The streets were fairly empty this early in the morning, with all the university students and professors asleep. Sarah was almost thankful for the bit of peace as she continued on her way from the track it was a mile to the nearest bus stop and she could do without any interruptions. The few people that were out seemed to have the same mindset, and they hurried about to their destinations. All accept for one man who stood out from the rest of the crowds. His sneer caught Sarah’s attention as she walked in his direction on her way to the bus stop.
She offered the man a smile and a nod before trying to continue on her way. She would have made it past the man and thought nothing of it if something hadn’t twisted in the core of her stomach. The pain made her stop and grip at her abdomen; tears flooded her eyes at the sheer power of the pain. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out as she was consumed by blackness.
