The Secrets of Sarah Smith

laying awake

Sarah was laying in her double bed on board The TARDIS unable to sleep. again. She never really seemed to sleep much anymore, three to four hours a night if that. The rest she spent finishing her history degree or laying awake thinking. It was the end of June and Sarah had handed in all her history work a few weeks before so she had nothing to do but think.

She thought about Wyatt. It had been 6 months since she last saw him fully grown and a changed man. She felt a swell of pride as she thought of him she'd asked The Doctor to look him up not long after that day. Wyatt became an imbassitor of peace going into wars trying to bring peace and on the most part he was sucessful and everywere he went Wyatt told the story of The Doctor and Mother Earth.

Sarah's eyes drifted around her room. her walls were painted a warm grey with hot pink circles. Shelfs mounted on the walls held differen't history books and a few novels she had read her favourite being Harry Potter. Her dresser sat opposite her bed ontop of it sat a mirror a hair brush random bobbles and clips and the few bits of make up she owned, not that she bothered with it that often. Aswell as a bottle of purfume she had bought at an alien market place a month or so back.

Apparently it smelt different to anyone who stood close to her debending on her relationship with her, according to The Doctor it smelt like cucumber nice and light and friendly, Which discribed their relationship perfectly, They were friends and enjoyed each others company but that was it really. Something stopped The Doctor letting Sarah in any further than that and she was too scared he'd dump her back home if she pushed so she just went with it. Clara said it smelt warm and comforting to her which again sounded right. Clara was Sarah's best friend and sometimes acted as a mother figure when she needed it.

Sarah rolled over in bed bringing her fluffy pink cotton covered quilt with her. She'd once said climbing into bed with new fluffy pillows and quilt and freshly washed bedding was her favourite feeling in the world and since then The TARDIS had made it her mission to make sure she got that everynight much to Sarah's pleasure and gratitude especially after along hard day of adventuring.

Her eyes found the three picture frames on her bedside table. One held a picture of The Doctor, Clara and Sarah on a sail boat it was taken just before a huge tentical tried to drag their boat under water, That one had been pretty fun well if you counted nearly being eaten buy a giant squid and almost drowning fun.

Another frame held a picture of Wyatt on his first birthday looking all cute in his back trousers white shirt and red bow tie. Clara had got excited when she saw that picture and The Doctor had hid his face in embaressment clearly he didn't approve of his previous selfs dress sense and any reminder of it embaressed him.

The final frame held the picture of Sarah and James that Clara had taken. Clara had been right as usual it was Sarah's most treasured belonging apart from the neckless that constantly hung around her neck.

suddenly Sarah started to feel tired as her mind drifted to thoughts of James, She knew it was The TARDIS trying to keep her from feeling the pain of loosing James that was still fresh and raw for Sarah. She sent out a sleepy mental thank you to little blue before drifting of into a peaceful sleep that would no doubt be interupted by nightmares later on.

The Doctor was in the console room. He only needed to sleep every other day or so. Tomorrow he would be picking up Clara who was gonna spend the whole summer holiday with him, A whole 2 months with his impossible girl. He couldn't wait. He wondered for a moment if Sarah would mind giving them a few trips on their own just Clara and him but he knew Clara would get suspicious.

Clara had no idea how he felt and he needed to keep it that way. He couldn't face the rejection from her. It was better to adore her from afar enjoying the hugs she gave him and the odd kiss on the cheek. Oh the feelings those small kisses stired inside him, the butterflys in his stomach and the almost unstopable urge to pull her into a proper kiss, to run his hand through her hair and down her sides cupping her perfect little.

The Doctor slamed his fist down on the console cursing the direction his thoughts had taken and earning a hum of disproval from The TARDIS. He had to stop thinking about her like that. She didn't think of him like that. She liked men like PE young strong and well human. He needed something to distract him that wasn't Little Miss Oswald.

The ran his hands over the different buttons and dails in a sequense he knew all too well. He'd done this same thing everyday for the past 6 months ever since Rivers criptic message about finding out what Sarah was. He preformed a full scan on Sarah. drumming his fingers on the edge of the console in impatients as he waited for the results.

Name: Sarah Smith
Date of birth: 20th November 1998
Age: 18 years 7 months and 10 days
Sex: Female
Height: 5ft2
weight: 9stone 5lb
species: 99% human

There is was again never changing 99% human. He'd puzzled over it for months now and couldn't figure it out. What was she 1% off? He'd woundered if she knew and had tried asking her. Oh what an awkward and embaressing night that was, He'd made such a fool of himself and sounded like a creep. He had taken DNA samples under the pretence of a medical that all full time companions needed he had been pretty sure she didn't believe him but did it anyway. It had been a waste of time tho cause even with the DNA sample he couldn't figure out was the 1% was it was too small to identify. At one point he thought The TARDIS knew but was keeping it from him but that didn't make sense so he dismissed it quite quickly.

Still there it was everyday 99% human. It had stopped him properly devloping a relationship with Sarah. They were friends of course but he couldn't care for her like the rest of them until he knew what she was. She could have been a trap a trick or some other bad thing.

The TARDIS gave a loud hum of anger and disaproval at that thought She loved Sarah that was obvious which just added to the mystery. Clara had been a mystery and The TARDIS had hated her did everything she could to make Clara's life a missery including hard light holograms of lepards but with Sarah she was kind caring and protective almost like a mother with her child.

The Doctor groaned rubbing his forehead he had a headache now. The Doctor decided to go lay down in his room to try shift the headache before seeing Clara tomorrow.