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It was quite an admonition. Sarah Jane didn't take it lightly, her lips drawing a straighter line for a moment as she pushed away her unproductive remorse.
"Screaming is acceptable at my house." she said with a touch of amused rue, being prone to pulling exactly that trick herself. "And I've got some . . . .lets say unusual protections. Unless you were trying to burn it down, I don't think you could. I've got a Xyloc that inhabits a super computer in my attic. If you're really worried, you could sleep right up there on the couch. He'd keep an eye on you. I'll keep an eye on you. It would help, Oracle. You'll come? Stay until we get this worked out?"
Oracle blew a strand of hair out of her face that had fallen down in the way of her eyes and nodded in agreement “You'll come? Stay until we get this worked out?" she smiled a little “Sure, it’d be better than a tree or a roof.” she looked down a little and shrugged no point in hiding were she slept most of the time. “We’re ever you can put me is fine by me.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
Sarah Jane managed a single second of semi convincing smile.
"Shall we then? She was scooping up her things, and heading for the door at an easy stride, not wanting Oracle to see her face. "No time like the present."
A tree or a roof. Sarah Jane had failed this young woman miserably. Earth had failed her miserably.
She lead Oracle out to her mist green car. Immaculate but for a variety of post-it notes with directions to any manor of odd places and dangerous. Some of the yellow paper squares were on the dash, some had fallen to the floor of the car.
"You'll want to buckle up." She said, having managed to find a smile again. Oracle didn't seem like anyone to feel sorry for.
"Shall we then?” Oracle reached over and grabbed her own bag “Yeah, sure.” she followed behind Sarah Jane trying to match the woman’s stride "No time like the present." smirking a little Oracle said softly “Because Tempus Fugit?”
She followed a little behind Sarah Jane silently until they got to the car, Oracle nodded looking it over a little, she had often been told some of the smartest humans were nothing without their clutter and Sarah Jane seemed no different “Boosted one of these before, long time ago, not a bad little wip.” she lightly tapped one of the tires with her foot “Your tires could use a little air.”
"You'll want to buckle up." She didn’t have to tell Oracle twice, reaching over Oracle grabbed her seat belt and fastened it with a click “I take it you’re a crazy driver then?”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
Oracle bounced between classic Latin, to felony, to car maintenence quick enough to spin Sarah Jane's head around. The girl was an inigma. It did not surprise her at all that the girl was Ginger. Or an aquaintence of the Doctor's. And quite cheeky to boot. Sarah Jane gave her a bit of wicked smile as she revved the engine into life.
"Do you look over your shoulder when your car jacking because you're bad at it, or because you're good at it? Buckle up." She peeled out and right onto the road.
"Do you look over your shoulder when your car jacking because you're bad at it, or because you're good at it? Buckle up." Oracle smiled a little and raised an eyebrow “You look over your shoulder when you’re boosting to make sure the owner isn’t sneaking up on you with a knife or a gun.” she shrugged and squirmed a little, she’d learned the first time what steal felt like on skin from not paying attention “It all depends on what neighborhood you’re in I suppose.”
Reaching up Oracle grabbed the oh shit handle as Sarah Jane took off “See, my specialty was the posher houses, you know the ones with the security cameras high end vehicles and the rarities .” she looked over at Sarah Jane and shrugged what else was she supposed to do with no form of ID. She could have gotten one forged but if for some reason someone looked to closely at her papers Oracle thought it’d bring to much attention her way, attention she didn’t need.
She shook her head and continued “Anyway, the reason it was my, “ Specialty,” was because all that security all that “safety” requires one of two things, either electricity.” she sat back in her seat after readjusting to Sarah Janes driving “Or speed.”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
It wasn't exactly like not laughing at a swearing child, but it was a little. She did not want to condone what was coming out of Oracle's mouth, but she was noting pointers all the way. Oracle seemed a very handy girl. Very.
"But you stopped. At some point. With skills and abilities like that . . you could live quite swank. You don't seem to. Why haven't you stolen enough things to have anything you want?"
Her driving style could be kindly described as 'jaunty'.
"But you stopped. At some point. she nodded “With skills and abilities like that . . you could live quite swank. You don't seem to. Why haven't you stolen enough things to have anything you want?" Oracle looked out the window for a second trying to think of an answer for Sarah Jane.
She didn’t have one, not one that would make sense to other people she thought anyway, the only reason she’d started boosting cars was because she’d been taught as a kid to hotwire things so it came as a second nature to her and she knew in the right circles she could make a little bit of scratch doing it.
Lightly tapping her finger on the door “I was young when I did it…well younger and at the time there was things I needed that you can’t just stop taking, and on the open market those things are not cheap. I only boosted enough so I'd have enough scratch to wing myself off them and a place to scream and break things until I got my head wrapped around things.” it kinda sounded a little hypocritical to her so she elaborated “When it comes to pick pocking…it’s not something I do unless I have to.” holds up hands a little and in a very sarcastic voice “Oh no, a thief with a conscience le gasp.”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
Oracle was not interested in pity. She'd made that clear from the start. And not in some odd, co-dependent fashion that was just begging to be debunked and dissected. Oracle had her quiet pride and wore it like armor. Sarah Jane did not laugh when Oracle teased herself. She gave her a sideways glance even as she was merging off the speedway.
"Le not bad, kid. Le not bad at all." Why wasn't she traveling with the Doctor?
"Did the Doctor ask you to travel with him? In the TARDIS?"
"Did the Doctor ask you to travel with him? In the TARDIS?" Oracle shook her head no and said softly “No, I have, had…” she reached up and ran a finger over the bridge of her nose, questions so many questions, popping her neck she continued “A habit of not sticking around long enough for him to ask.” she shrugged.
“I have however, been in his TARDIS. There was a guy, he stabbed himself, he was suffering from I guess you call it multiple personality we tried to stop him before he stabbed himself in the stomach but we couldn’t. It was the only way to get him to a hospital without the guy dieing.”
“What about you? How’d you meet The Doctor?”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
Three things hit her in rapid succession, all of them named Oracle.
The first thing was a little knot in the middle of her that loosened. A knot of loneliness. Selfishly, arrogantly, she very much preferred the company of deeply complex people, and often considered the simple to be humored. Oracle was anything but simple. The second thing was that for all her youth, this young woman had enough life experiance to have a poker face better than the one she'd personally managed at twice that age. It was easy to recognize as her voice tripped all to casual as she spoke of the stabbing; the blood; the race to save the victim. Sarah Jane saw it because the Doctor did the exact same thing often, though rarely to her, she saw him use this mask on others. To protect them. And, third, like the Doctor, she slipped away when the need for her was over, before the ticker tape parade.
"The Doctor was lucky you were there." She shot Oracle a look, then pulled off the highway at her exit. She almost asked why it was that Oracle had needed to come along in the TARDIS. Had she held the wound as the Doctor had flown the TARDIS to the hospital? She rather imagined this young person with the steady gaze had done something like that. She didn't ask, feeling a bit like a stalker as she figured out how to lure Oracle into her house. If she pushed too hard, she suspected Oracle could not only give her the slip, she bet she wouldn't ever be able to track her down.
Not without the TARDIS.
"I was just a few years older than you when I met him." She cannot help the smile that comes to her face, not that she would try. "I thought, that's one sharp fellow there. Quite the dandy gentleman he was back then. I knew he knew more than me, so I followed him into a Police Call Box when he wasn't looking. I got the surprise of my life." She laughed a little. "And so must have he when he spotted me running around in the middle ages."
She took a quick corner, but no one else was around and she was almost to her house.
"The Doctor was lucky you were there." Oracle shrugged a little, she’d never really thought about it “Wrong place, right time.” She’d never admit it to anyone but on some level Oracle often blamed herself for that little incident, not because she’d been the one to stab the guy in the stomach cause they guy had done it to himself but he had still helped her with the guys chasing her when it’d happened so on some level she felt it was her fault.
Taking her seat beat Oracle moved the shoulder strap behind her so she could turn and face Sarah Jane as she listened to the woman talk about how she met The Doctor “Sounds like you’ve known him for quite some time.” Oracle couldn’t help but smile a little imagining a younger Sarah Jane running around in the middle ages “Bet the food was horrible.”
When Sarah Jane took the corner quick Oracle instinctively reached up and grabbed the oh shit handle on the car momentarily forgetting to watch how fast she moved.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
It was perhaps not the best stretch of road to be driving one handed on, for she was accustomed to going around the outskirts of her neighborhood from the highway, both to get a look at her house from afar in the dark and to avoid traffic. These back streets were not well maintained, but no one seemed to mind how the big trees turned the narrow way to bumps. She'd learned to navigate around those as well for the most part. They did get a bit of a jostle though, as she reached over and gave the young woman's arm an affectionate rub. Right place wrong time, indeed. She would not press her on the details. Not now.
"Bet the food was horrible." the young woman said, and Sarah Jane was sure she'd traveled in the TARDIS. The Doctor had odd ideas about food. "It was horrible on the TARDIS of course, but the food from the Middle Ages was quite flavorful. She grinned over at Oracle. "At least when you're spending time with a Queen."
She pulled into her driveway and stopped on a dime. She unhooked her seat belt, then stopped, her face half hidden by her sun laden mahogany hair.
"I traveled with him a very long time." She let the belt swing round and she popped open the door, sliding out of it. She thumped the top of the car. Come on then.
A red brick brownstone. To many people, and an alarming amount of Aliens were already familiar with what it looked like, inside and out.
"It was horrible on the TARDIS of course, but the food from the Middle Ages was quite flavorful.” She grinned over at Oracle. "At least when you're spending time with a Queen." Nodding a little as she listened to Sarah Jane, Oracle leaned forward a little watching as they pulled into Sarah Janes driveway.
"I traveled with him a very long time." Oracle tilted her head a little watching Sarah Jane as she slid out of the car, there was something underlying in what Sarah Jane had said, Oracle could tell that much and it caused her to wonder what had all happened between The Doctor and Sarah Jane but she wouldn’t push the question.
Taking off her seatbelt and opening the door Oracle slid out of the car and looked up at the house “Nice place.” there was a tiny bit of panic that raised in her of going in somewhere and not having an exit plan, but just as soon as the panic arose Oracle took a deep breath and squashed it back down, she’d be fine, she knew that but old habits died hard.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
No wolf would be blowing down her house, she'd chosen one made of brick for just that reason.
She looked up at it, seeing it again as she always did when sharing it with someone new. She'd never known that she could love somewhere as much as she did the TARDIS, but this place had truly become home. She believed there was a taste of castle to it, what with it's three stories and small squared towers with their fine dark pointed roofs. Sturdy chimneys lent the flavor of a castle, or at least a manor, as well. With the finely made brick wall 'round the drive, it was basically a small, defensible fortress. Not that she needed brick so much as she needed Mr.Smith. Her smile flared, imagining it up there in the attic. It was one of her favorite things to share when circumstance let her. A friend of the Doctors would be safe to show.
Her house felt bigger on the inside to her. As much space as she'd ever wanted, enough that sometimes she lost track of things, and the occasional black hole. There was a rather large and hard to explain burn mark going up one of the awning bracers that she hadn't had time to repair over the last couple of days.
She fit key to lock, enjoying the heavy slide and chunk of the deadbolt. She opened the door wide and grinned back at Oracle.
"In you go then."
Inside was at best cluttered, but it smelled lovely and there were fresh flowers in a vase.
Items from near and far graced the room, everything from file folders to Alien artifacts that would not be recognized as such from anyone but a Traveler.
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