Discovering (A Doctor Who and Sarah Jane Fanfic)

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Ok I said I would update when I got 20 views and I have now over 30 views overall, so thank you very much!!! But unfortunately few votes on the individual chapters :( so I will be waiting for those views to increase before I update again. I want to hear your favourite 10th Doctor or Sarah Jane quote, so please comment and enjoy reading fellow Whovians!
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Mum's service was this morning, and I chose to wear my floral blouse with skirt and Ugg boots outfit, which Nan bought me last winter, as I know she loves it, which made her smile, because I had to remember that today was hard for her too, as she's just lost her daughter forever. Plus, bright colours=Mum.

Nan drove us to the church, and we arrived minutes before the guests. I stood at the door as friends and family gave their condolences, and commented on how strong I was being, and that no one my age should have to ever go through what I'm currently going through.

To be truthful, I wasn't being strong. Of course I was upset and spent many hours over the past week in floods of tears, but my Mum had never really been there for me since Dad left, so we'd lost our close mother and daughter bond.

The guests were seated and I did one final scan of the crowd for an unfamiliar face, who would be my Dad, but I guess he hadn't turned up, because I recognised every face in the church.

The vicar was about to begin the service, when the church door squeaked open, and you'll never guess who walked in! The Doctor! Unbelievable! But I decided not to make a scene, so turned back around to face the vicar so he could begin the service. I was OUTRAGED! Who invited him? And how dare he show his face here?!

The service had ended and the guests had filtered out of the church, but the Doctor remained in his seat at the back of the room. I stormed over to him, demanding his attention, but his head remained bowed, staring at his clasped hands which held a Tardis blue handkerchief; he'd been crying. I felt guilty, but dragged him by his shirt to a side room that was off the main body of the church.

My mind was buzzing in anger, and all I wanted to do was yell at him- again. Instead, I broke down in tears and slumped down on a chair that was in the corner of the small room. I can't really remember what happened after that; I must have cried myself to sleep, because I awoke in the Tardis. I have no idea what happened, but the Doctor must have bought me here I guess.