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She'd turned 30 yesterday. She'd missed it, rather, being caught up in the middle of this tricky business. Right now she found herself in a very secure museum after hours.
Her enemy was here, and she was not alone, but the security gaurds wouldn't help her. It wasn't just that they were fat, it was that they were the very aliens she needed to escape just now. She'd ruined the machien they'd been buliding in the back. They'd needed a component that was part of the Egyptian exhibit, and knew they couldn't steal it, so they simply built their big gadget right on the other side of the wall. She didn't have a sonic screwdriver, but it was impressive how many things a person could do with a crowbar.
They had not cared for her renovation. Though she'd managed to save London and perhaps the world again, it was starting to look like she wouldn't be able to save herself this time. They had her trapped over in the Arctic exhibit. She had intended to climb the pretend igloo onto the stairs without being seen, maybe to reach the roof.
But they knew she was near. They called to her, sickly sweet, making the hair on the back of her arms and neck raise. They weren't fast, but they were big, and they were cruel. Murderers in a heartbeat.
Hers was pounding.
She realized the stairs we never going to work out now, there were five of them nearby and no place to hide. She burst out, and started running for the door, tangling a moment with a heavy plastic penguin. She hoped like crazy the door beyond was unlocked. She wanted a Sonic Screwdriver so bad she made a sound of terrible frustration through clenched teeth.
A sixth giant green alien stepped between her and the door. She stopped, surrounded, and they cooed. Amused.
"There are a thousand more like me! A million. Give up now and go home! This is my Earth!" Her left knee had started shaking badly, for all that she stood there with her hands on her hips and a fierce frown on her face.
The Renegade yawned as he left his room. He had taken a day off to sleep and rejuvenate. Now he walked into the console room ready for his next assignment. He sat down and flicked on his communications as he came out of the vortex. "This is the Renegade reporting in for duty. What is my mission this time?" He looked at the Castellan as the man answered him.
"Renegade you are to go and retrieve an artifact that will help us defeat the Daleks. We are allowing you to choose from any of your past companions that you think might help you in this trip. You are only allowed one trip so choose wisely. More information on the mission will be forthcoming once you have your companion." The Castellan disappeared leaving behind a very confused but happy Renegade. He would be seeing a companion again! But who should he choose?
He thought through his companions one by one. Adric would be nice to have along, he was smart and a good person to have if you needed a problem solved. However the Renegade had come to terms with the boy's death and didn't want to rehash such harsh feelings. Then there was Ace, her tendency to have explosives on her at all times was helpful. However he had come to terms with her farewell as well. Susan was out, he wouldn't ever bring her to the war. Then there was Jamie, and yet the Renegade knew he was not someone to bring into the Time War either, he was too excitable. Then his mind turned to the woman he had known from a long time ago, one he missed immensely. She had kept him sane, well saner than normal, and level headed. She had brought him laughs in dark places, and she had made him smile when he thought no one could. Yes there was no one else for this job, so with a laugh he pulled the lever and set the course. "I'm coming Sarah Jane Smith! I'm coming back for you."
He lands the TARDIS a bit a ways from her house. He'd walk to her, it would be easier for him if he explained to her he was no longer the Doctor if the first thing she saw was him rather than the TARDIS. As he walked over the crest of a hill, his silhouette shadowed by the sun, his large gun strapped across his back, he stared with excited eyes at the museum in front of him. Somewhere in there his best friend, Sarah Jane Smith awaited him. Today, for the first time in years, he remembered what it was to be the Doctor.
When he entered the building he sensed something was wrong, there were no people. He hefted his gun and readied it as he walked down the hallway. As he walked down the hallway his ears picked up the sound of talking. He hurried towards the sound, he recognized it, these were Slitheen, not very good creatures to have around. However he was satisfied he could deal with them. He stepped in and pointed his gun at the nearest Slitheen. "I suggest you release that woman. Or you will face my..." He stopped as he spotted who was being held. "Sarah Jane? Sarah Jane Smith is that you?"
They had simply laughed at her outburst , and they had caught just before she could reach the doors. Huge strong hands had captured her limbs and dragged her away from the door. All the while they were discussing who would get to eat what part of her. She was trying desperately to to get her right hand into her left jacket pocket to reach the small can of mace she kept there. Then practically ignored her except for a firm grip. Apparently this family was quite dysfunctional, or they were teasing her in the worst way possible. It was impolite to play with one's food.
It nearly turned into chit chat, and she actually had to contain herself from breaking in with her annoyance. The longer they forgot her, the better. Right now, she was trying to be invisible while she madly plotted how to peel the three of them off her. It was slim pickings. Maybe if she could somehow use her wrist cuff button as a weapon, but it seemed a bit small and round for that.
Her pepper spray was on the floor a ways off. She could see it, but couldn't reach it.
It wasn't going well.
Then everything stopped, except for a new voice.
A voice that captured them all.
The three who had her looked up, surprised, and Sarah Jane's eyes were wide. There stood a man in all colors of dust with a wizend face and death in the corners of his mouth. He also had a very big gun.
He looked at her, and his face transformed into a pleased Pan.The last thing she expected was to be called by name. He was looking right at her. His face wasn't thinking about his giant gun, but his hands certainly had it under control. She was nodding at him, a sudden flare of hope on her face.
"I am! Hi! Give us a hand?!" She asked, full of pepper and worry. Hope made her smile though, revealing the most even white teeth in Brittan
Someone, somehow, had come for her. Someone from Elsewhere by the look of his armament. The one holding her made an angry screech of outrage, and slung Sarah Jane negligently toward the man with the gun. The third Slitheen caught her, coming straight in with it's teeth, she tried to back pedal back on course, it's long arms scrabbling claws at her.
"I am! Hi! Give us a hand?!” Things happened fast after his announcement, but the Renegade was used to the fast paced life. War was in his blood, he was a warrior. His eyes tracked his former companion with the speed of a snake and he had his gun slung and ready in an instant. “OI! Drop her now or I swear my voice will be the last thing you hear.” His voice was rough and cruel, it promised a delivery on his promise. He trained his gun on the creature that held Sarah Jane and his eyes blazed of fire. “If you do not do as I say every one of you will die.” He glared at them and then turned the gun swiftly and blasted a hole the size of a Dalek in the wall before returning it to point at the Slitheen holding Sarah Jane. “That is your one and only warning Slitheen. The next blast goes through one of you. Do you really want to continue to try my patience?” His eyes were locked on the creature and his mouth was turned into a snarl.
The Warrior Doctor immediately took up position in front of her and glared at the cowering creatures in front of him. The part of him that was still the Doctor decided to leave them alive, even as the Renegade that was him wanted to destroy the lot of them that had hurt his companion. He narrowed his eyes and then began to back away from them.
“Come along Sarah Jane. We have things to do and these lot are not on that list.” As he said that one of the Slitheen looked up at him and glared. It screeched and charged him; without a hesitation he fired and blasted the creature to its own death. That was enough to set him off and he proceeded to fire his gun at the rest of the creatures in the room. Grimly he turned away from the piles of green goo and walked out of the room.
“The TARDIS is waiting outside for us.” He shouldered the now slightly hot gun and began to make his way back to his faithful ship. He wiped a bit of green goo from his face and grimaced. “This is why I like killing Daleks better, they are not so messy when they die.” He flicked the goo off himself and continued to walk towards his ship. “I am the Renegade. Figured it wasn’t polite for me to know your name and you not know mine.” He turned his head to make sure she was indeed following him.
Who was he? Had the Doctor sent him? It was so odd to hear her name on his lips, right out of the blue. He must be from the Doctor. Frankly, he could have been from Saint Nicholas for all Sarah Jane cared. The waves of relief she felt as the armed man stood guard between herself and her tormentors were more important than details right now.
She was so taken by this unexpected rescue, that the sudden violence that followed seemed entirely unreal. Unnecessary. Wonton. When the creature nearly exploded in the blast of that big gun, Sarah Jane dragged in a breath of shock and horror that had her flinching away from friend and foe alike.
If he was a friend. She hoped so. She did not wish to become a big red pile of goo.
The man was ever so casual as he walked to his TARDIS, gore still coming off of him, his craggy, cultured voice brittle with disdain and dark humor.
It took only a few steps to realize this (apparent) Time Lord's TARDIS looked heart-droppingly familiar. A very very blue British Police Call Box. She stopped right under his gaze.
"Thanks for the rescue and all-" Her voice came out unexpectedly hard. "But just what is going on here? That is my friend's TARDIS. The Doctor must have sent you . .what is going on? Is he in there?" She had most definitely stopped walking.
The Renegade didn’t miss the coldness in the woman’s tone, however he just ignored it. While it hurt him to hear an old friend speak to him in such a manner, especially after he just saved her life, he had to remind himself he was not the Doctor she knew. “You’re welcome Sarah Jane.” He continued forward unaware the woman had stopped walking and made it to his TARDIS.
Only then did he turn and notice the woman had stopped walking. “I do hope you’re not expecting me to carry you. Or are you planning to leave?” He tensed because while he didn’t wish to force her he also knew he still needed her and couldn’t risk going back further into her past to do so.
"But just what is going on here? That is my friend's TARDIS. The Doctor must have sent you . .what is going on? Is he in there?"
The Time Lord sighed as his former companion fired off several well placed questions. Questions he neither wished to answer nor had the time to answer. However he knew well the stubbornness of many of his old companions, and by many he knew that was all, so he prepared himself to break his friend’s heart. “It grieves me to tell you this Sarah Jane but the Time War has killed the Doctor you knew. This indeed used to be his TARDIS however he is not inside, I am her new captain. No he didn’t send me I came because I need your help.”
He sighed and looked at her. “I’ll explain our mission inside but right now we need to get out of here before more Slitheen show up. I’d rather not get covered in any more gore today.” He smiled at her in an attempt to keep her from running off. “Just trust me please. Had I wanted to hurt you I’d have done so already.” It wasn’t the most comforting of words but it was the best he had at the moment. He just hoped it would at least quell her mistrust enough to get her into the TARDIS.
Somewhere about four or five sentences in, her ears began to ring and thump. Her heart wasn't beating correctly at all. She curiously contemplated the numbing tip of her own nose as the wizened, certain fellow who was clearly still talking to her over the increasing hum in her ears. Talking to her while her heart seemed to split in two and drain all the blood out of her.
"That's funny." she commented to herself, touching a finger tip to the end of her nose as if to beep it. She couldn't feel it at all. Then she fainted.
Apparently he was going to have to carry her to the TARDIS. Or drag her.
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The words were so soft the Renegade almost missed them. He turned just as she fainted and sighed to himself. “Why do all the people I care about die or almost die when I’m around them?” He walked back to her and gently lifted her up. He’d have to scan her in the medical room to see what had caused this downturn in health. A rather swift one at that, he wondered when it had happened and how.
“Girl get the medical room ready we have a new patient. Sarah Jane Smith is back and sick.” The TARDIS swiftly got the room ready, an old friend was back and needed help. The ship hummed softly and tried to keep her pilot calm, she knew deep down he was scared for his friend. As soon as the Renegade reached the room he began to run scans on Sarah Jane, and indeed in his eyes was the faintest touch of fear. “Don’t leave me now Sarah Jane, not when I’ve finally found you again. Stay with me.”
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She woke in the medical room of the TARDIS. it wasn't the first time. This time, it felt perhaps as though she'd been kicked in the chest, just about heart high. Instinctively, she looked around for the Doctor, arching her head and rolling her gaze too look over at the controls, where he would inevitably be.
There stood a stranger, and it all came flooding back.
Her friend had been lost in the Time War! This fellow was gallivanting around in the Doctor's TARDIS!
One hand to the side of her head (where apparently she'd whacked it when she'd fainted) and the other hand extended in stiff accusation, her finger pointing most pointedly at the usurper as she swung her feet down to the floor, sitting up.
"You! Renegade!" She remembered. "You're going to help me save the Doctor!. This is his TARDIS, he's my friend, so you have to take me where you lost him!" She was going to stride over to him for a more direct confrontation as soon as she knew she wouldn't tip over.
They were going to rescue him. She simply could not abide any other reality.
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The Renegade turned a bit shocked she was awake at that point. However he wouldn’t push her, judging by her posture any sort of pressure and she’d explode like a bomb. He simply stood there and waited for the blows to fly, no wait that would have been Ace. Regardless he waited for the woman to speak her piece.
"You're going to help me save the Doctor!. This is his TARDIS, he's my friend, so you have to take me where you lost him!"
That sent a pang of guilt and pain through the old man’s chest. His hearts broke a bit for Sarah Jane’s sake. However he couldn’t afford to have her running away or being distracted. He sighed and pressed a control so he could talk to her and turned so he was facing her more and leaning against the TARDIS. He then prepared to tell her something, that he believed, would turn her universe upside down.
“If I were you I’d sit down because what I’m about to tell you will shock you. You misheard me, I said the Doctor you knew was dead, I told you the truth. He is dead, but he’s not dead in the sense you think. He turned away from what made him The Doctor, he took up a gun and killed, he chose this life. So he could not keep the name The Doctor. He chose a new name, a name none would recognize him by.” He looked at her face searching for her eyes. “That name, is the Renegade.”
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He captured her full attention. The roll of his voice. The distaste on his face. When he told her to sit down, she pushed back to half sit on the med bed behind her.
What more bad news could this stranger be about to reveal to her. The sudden puzzle of his words made her grip the sheets. The conclusion he came to had her on her feet and across the room before she even knew she' d moved.
Wha-?
She pressed a hand to the glass, shocked, her mouth soft open and her brows each a question mark more quirked than the other.
"What . .you-" She squinted at him, as though he might look differently that way, or make more sense somehow. She was afraid to believe it, but she ran his words through her logic centers again as though she was working on an article for some intrigue magazine. "You-"
Her mouth popped open with outrage, shock, hope, horror, irony, and many layers more. She slapped a hand on the window between them.
"Oh!" She walked toward the door. It had better open to her or she might just take it off it's hinges with a stride like that. When she got to him she really didn't know if she was going to hug him, punch him, or both.
Her nose was no longer numb. In fact, her blood was pumping with quite brisk efficiency through her veins, nicely heated by her mood.
Any other incarnation of himself might have found the way she reacted amusing. They might have laughed soundly at the way she came up to and banged on the glass like some caged animal hilarious. However the Renegade neither laughed nor chortled at the woman and simply watched her with nervous care. He didn’t like the way he had to tell her, didn’t like the reaction he received. All he could think of was the fact he’d turned her life upside-down. He’d ruined her view of her friend. He wished he could take it all back.
When she did find her way to step in front of him he could see the blush returning to her cheeks, the color to her flesh, the sign of life. His eyes found their way to hers and he silently begged her to forgive him. However it would be weak, he barely forgave himself. He stood still letting her judge him. If it came down to him receiving a smacking from her then he’d let her hit him. He deserved it after what he’d done, done to her, done to the Doctor, and done to the world. He deserved it all, he deserved what he’d gotten. He was the Renegade, he could never be the Doctor. He could never be the Doctor she knew, remembered, and loved. He’d seen too much now, had done too much to go back to the way he once was. “Oh Sarah Jane, I wish I had better news.”
She made her feet hold her back. It felt as though they were two magnets, drawn together by proximity. She held herself from him, however, digging in her heels; needing to see his eyes.
She'd never seen such a sad sack in her life, but it was him. If anything, she could tell by the way he looked at her.
She pressed her lips hard together, chin giving a quiver as her brows drew down in concern for him. She did not yet reach for him, but she took one step closer to him, standing her ground against the additional pull she felt toward him; proximity an aching force. Oh, those wide-set, deep hazel eyes, wise beyond civility and without any sparkle. He was also small and slight, as if the universe had taken some of his substance away with his joy.
Instead, there seemed to be the low glow of banked embers, as if he could go ablaze in an instant. She'd seen the Doctor ablaze before in that way, but never had she seen such anger linger. Relentless. subtle. Joyless. Where had the best part of him gone? She wanted to shake him until he dropped this mask.
But she knew it wasn't a mask. He'd never say all those terrible things unless they were true.
"You've messed things up plenty of times over the years." She said with a blunt confusion. "What makes you think. . . . after everywhere we've been and everything we've done-" Her tone was clearly measured. She was trying to hold it together. Though her diction is perfect, and she manages to keep the growl out of her voice, her volume increases every few words. "Do ya' think I'd just up and leave now? Turn my back on you?" Then her voice dropped, for this was the part that really hurt.
"Did you forget me? How many did we kill together? And now you think I'd judge you? That the universe will judge you?"
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