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"Honey . . how many children were there with you?" Oracle forced her eyes open for a minute “Hm? Maybe, 30 or 40.” her eyes fluttered shut again to heavy to keep open just yet. She moved back a little on the bed trying to get comfortable.
“Always wondered, if they were able to get out.” frowning a little again Oracles memories went back to that night. She’d managed to find her way to the room they had the lock controls in and as far as she knew the others got out but she’d never run into anyone else so she wasn’t sure most she remembered after that lots of fire, lots of screaming and running “Should of…should of stuck around to make sure they got out.”
“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 swam up from her exhaustion with sheer will and gave Sarah Jane a searching look of naked concern, trying to explain. It was just the sort of information she'd been trying to pry out of the girl. It was unkind to press the young woman in that moment, but Sarah Jane gotten more of what she'd been searching for. The guilt on that imp face made her instantly regret her tactics.
"Shhh . . . " She took the blue fleese throw and draped it over the girl from her shins to her biceps. "Sh shh. Don't worry now. You're going to have to start thinking like a time traveler." She found herself smiling down at the young woman, so she caught Luke's chair and tugged it behind herself to sit on without ever breaking her gaze from Oracle's anxious one. "You're safe, for now, to fight another day. I promise you, we'll get them out."
In her mind, that moment, she had a lovely picture of calling the Doctor; of he and Oracle and she tying up some loose ends in achingly clear unbalance in the world. Their mutual friend would be here in a heartbeat However, it wasn't the danger ahead that warmed her heart. It was the idea of the three of them in the TARDIS. The safest, warmest, best place in the Universe.
A little vacation for them both.
"Don't worry. You've got friends in high places." She said on half a whisper. It was difficult not to reach out and move the lock of ember hair out of the way to better Oracle's face, but she knew it would only put Oracle on guard. She was very particular about her personal space. Surely because of the harsh treatment she'd had, but did it have something to do with those strange electrical powers of hers as well?
"Sleep yourself out- I promise I'll be up keeping an eye over the house, and so will Mr.Smith. "
"Sh shh. Don't worry now. You're going to have to start thinking like a time traveler." Oracle rolled over on her side a little and tried to make herself as small as possible out of habit "You're safe, for now, to fight another day. I promise you, we'll get them out." she raised an eyebrow a little, before saying softly, barely able to hold onto her own consciousness before saying softly “Not…not supposed to cross your own timeline.” or at least that was what she had always been told.
"Sleep yourself out- I promise I'll be up keeping an eye over the house, and so will Mr.Smith." Oracle started to say thank you to Sarah Jane again but never got to it before exhaustion dragged her back down to sleep.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
She reached over and patted the side of Oracle's socked foot.
"Well, now, there somethings that are not supposed to be, and there are other things that are not supposed to be. They are not all created equal. Keeping the laws of time is not as important as you'd rank the idea. And maybe children are more important than you'd think. You're thinkint too much.
A few more mumbled words, and Oracle had clearly lost her battle with sleep. Sarah Jane let out a slow exhale and leaned back in the chair. She crossed her arms over her chest and watched the girl.
"We'll figure it out." She whispered, then left.
The farthest they'd gotten, she and her computer, was to pulling apart that language and finding it somewhere in his endless databases. She had to be from somewhere. Mr.Smith had been supplying her sound files of different languages it might be. Sarah Jane was pretty certain she could recognize it. Mr.Smith was rambling something on in that lilting toungue.
It had only been three hours or so when she heard a broken shriek downstairs.
"Oracle!" She identified softly. "Mr.Smith!" She insisted, knowing he'd report if there was any thing to do so. "I do not-" "Shh-" She waved him to shut up since he had no answers. She wanted to run downstairs, clearly something was amiss, but frankly she was afraid Oracle might accidentally fry her if she came pounding down the stairs to see the trouble. Sarah Jane instead crept down near silently, eyes wide.
Oracle dreamt of fire while she slept, screams and fire. She wasn’t sure if they were hers or other peoples she just knew that she had to run.
She’d somehow, during her restless sleeping managed to get tangled up in the throw Sarah Jane had put on top of her. Waking up with a small shriek Oracle tried to remember where she was but her brain was finding it difficult to connect A and B which just threw her into a fight or flight sense of mind.
Falling off the bed onto all fours Oracle tried to find some footing and started to run for the door, she’d figure the rest out second.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
There was a thump that had Sarah Jane bolting down the stairs. Behind her, Mr.Smith was suggesting the odds that Oracle could throw a deadly amperage if startled. Well, Mr.Smith was a scaredy cat. She heard Luke's door tear open, and was shocked to see how small the young woman was with her substantial boots off. It had gone dark since Sarah Jane had been downstairs, and she could see her guest only by shockpale moonlight. The light purpled Oracle's hair, and made her skin like alabaster. Her eyes seemed to be the only thing solid about her, so fair was she in that colorless light.
Haunted eyes. Wild animal eyes.
The blanket still half tangled around her legs was going to send Oracle tumbling down the stairs, for it was clear that was which way she was bolting. The blanket slowed her down just enough for Sarah Jane to reach her, grabbing a fistful of oversized jacket, and bracing herself to keep them from both going over the edge.
Something grabbed Oracle by the back of her jacket and she froze, quickly doing the math in her head, right now she’d have the energy for one fatal blow.
Oracle spun on who was holding her jacket, gaining back her speed with the sleep she’d gotten, "Oracle! What are you --!" Oracle dropped a little with a swoop kick aiming for Sarah Janes legs and dropped to a final blow positon quickly forming an electric ball strong enough to kill a fairly large humanoid in her hand, ready to throw it at the figure.
Sarah Jane had been lulled by the size of the girl. When she dropped, though, legs sweeping Sarah Jane's right out from under her, she did it with all the smooth precision of a soldier. Size had little to do with such things, it was all about skill and attitude. Oracle had booth, even when she was clearly still half asleep. Her grasp on Oracle's sleeve gave way right along with her feet leaving the ground.
Sarah Jane hit hard, one hand raised ineffectually against that glowing ball-Lightning in Oracle's hand. Her arm was cocked back to throw what would no doubt be a direct hit. The room buzzed like a Tesla cage, and Sarah Jane's hair felt like it stood on end. That could have been some sort of ionization of the air around her, or it could potentially be simple panic on her part.
Perhaps it was both. At any rate, this was not going as well as she had hoped. Sarah Jane jolted backwards and upwards on to her feet, warding that sizzling ball of with empty hands and hope. Her eyes were wide and beckoning.
"Oh, no . .no no!" She dragged in a desperate breath for more words. "Oracle, it's me! Sarah Jane! Oracle?! I won't hurt you, you're safe!" Her hands had gone from reaching toward the young woman to reaching for the ceiling. Her young guest was quite well armed.
Apparently Mr. Smith was aware of that as well.
Once upon a time, the Doctor had taken her to a world where giant whale like creatures swam in the atmosphere, and beautiful lightning storms all happened vapor-cloud to vapor-cloud. She could hear, it smell it, like a fire behind her. Mr. Smith was going to try something, something that sounded just like that strange arch lighting they'd seen. A bright bright light leaked hard all around the doorway. Sarah Jane turned around to face it.
Oracle wasn’t one whose aim was off much so when she threw the ball she had formed in her hand at the figure she’d knocked to the floor she for some reason missed, Oracle shook her head and chalked it up to the fog caused by the voices she was hearing in her head.
Holding her hands down beside her she started charging another ball as the figure moved to standing "Oracle, it's me! Sarah Jane! Oracle?! I won't hurt you, you're safe!" Oracle tilted her head a little to the side when Sarah Jane said that light bulbs slowly starting to go off in Oracles head, safe were not a term she was entirely familiar with.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
She saw her death in that moment. It wasn't the first time she was wrong, but she also wasn't off by much. Oracle had been about to throw that glowing, zizzling ball of electricity right in her face. She'd seen the girl challenge Mr.Smith, who had trumped many an Alien with a simple excess of power, but Oracle had managed to challenge the being in ways she'd never seen before.
As mentioned before, she was pretty certain this could be her death. So she shouted the only word she knew that might have more power than any other over Oracle.
"VARISNEAL! DON'T!"
The ball of energy had spiraled itself away like a balloon let go of by the valve and left to make it's spinning.
"Oh, no . .no no!" She said as a second ball of energy grew in place of the first. " it's me! Sarah Jane! Oracle?! I won't hurt you, you're safe!"
Oracle gave her the strangest look, and Sarah Jane was certain she had her chance. It was then that the lance of power came down the stairs like a striking snake.
"NO! MR.SMITH! DON'T" Knowing it might be her doom, she thrust Oracle against the wall and pressed herself own back hard against the young woman to shield her from a damaged and defiant Mr.Smith. The electricity plowed into the carpet at her feet.
"VARISNEAL! DON'T!" that hit a nerve in Oracle “DON’T CALL ME THAT!” she saw Sarah Jane move quickly as the lance of electricity came at her and Sarah Jane thrust her against the wall putting herself between the power and Oracle.
Oracles body instinctively pulled the spent electrical power to her when it hit the floor. Causing Oracles brain to do a quick reboot and she realized what had happened where she was and what she had almost done.
Starting to breathe quickly in and out of her nose it was all Oracle could do not to bend over and place her hands on her knees “Sarah Jane, oh my god, Sarah Jane…” she started to back up but stopped because she was already back against a wall “I was ready to kill you…I’m so, so sorry.”
“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 wouldn't have surprised her to find herself fried. She tensed against anticipated pain. Anticipated death. Instead, there was only the small hard form of Oracle against her, and a strange white green light she saw right through her eyelids which she had squinched hard shut. There was an acrid burning smell, and she was blinking her eyes open and pushing away from Oracle.
The girl sank to the floor.
Sarah Jane snuffed out the tiny smoldering spot with her boot, then got down on one knee in front of the dazed looking ginger.
That is when the apologies started to flow. There was a raw honesty to them that tugged at her heartstrings harder than she would have guessed when the little punk had picked her pocket in the park.
"Hey . .hey shhhh . . you did alright. " She smiled, boldly caught a finger under Oracle's chin to make sure she had her eyes, tilting that face up until it met hers. "I'm fine. It's all fine. Tougher folks than you have tried to do me in, and I'm fine."
She let go that chin without chucking under it, knowing she'd pressed the boundaries already. She settled back on her haunch, one knee still up.
"Are you hurt at all?"
She and Mr.Smith were going to be having a very long talk. Soon.
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"Hey . .hey shhhh . . you did alright. " she wasn’t used to people touching her but for some reason she didn’t feel the need to flinch when Sarah Jane caught her Oracle under her chin to make she was looking her in the eyes.
"I'm fine. It's all fine. Tougher folks than you have tried to do me in, and I'm fine." she smiled a tiny bit and nodded a ok “Still, I’m sorry.” Oracle had had very few friends in her life, and the whole her snapping and she unconsciously trying to kill them was one of the exact reasons she didn’t keep friends.
"Are you hurt at all?" Oracle moved her arm rubbed her under her nose a little with her jacket before shaking her head “No, that was small stuff, you should see me in a lightning storm, virtual lighting rod..” she tried to make light of what had just happened “You weren’t kidding when you said Mr. Smith was more than just a computer.”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
"Don't worry, Oracle. It's all come out in the wash hasn't it? I think all that suffered was the carpet." She waved away Oracle's concerns with as much pluck as she gently fanned away the last wisp of smoke. "I'm fine."
If she loomed, she did not intend to. It was more like a hovering. She'd promised the young woman that she'd come to no harm in her sleep, but it hadn't worked out quite that way. Sarah Jane was feeling quite poorly about it. "But what about you? I heard you call out . .what happened? You're white as a sheet."
Deep in her belly she worried about what might have lead to Oracle being caught out in a storm, and how bad it could have gotten. Had this child no place to go to ground? No place where they kept a candle lit for her?
Oracle pulled her legs to her chest a little, an old comfort mechanism she’d developed over the years, and rested her chin on her knees and watch as Sarah Jane waved away her concerns "I'm fine." softly “Good.”
"But what about you? I heard you call out . .what happened? You're white as a sheet." Oracle watched Sarah Jane for a second, “I don’t remember what I cried out, I think it was something in the language that I was using in that flashback…” she stopped and thought back to the dream “There was fire, and screaming.” she shook her head “It was a dream about when I broke out of the place, I burned it to the ground, lots of people didn’t make it out I don’t think.” she couldn’t help but shrug a little “Like I said earlier I don’t sleep well.” though, as far as she could remember this was the first time she’d ever tried to kill someone during a night terror, if that’s what you could call it.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
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