Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Anything But Ordinary

When you're born to stand out, it's surprisingly easy to blend in. London was so vast, that no one notices a girl with faded brown to red hair and an undercut growing out, almost to my ear now as I left it for over 2 months before shaving it again. A camera kit, big and bulky. To most people, I'd be a tourist, not that I was, and it was easy to go around taking photos of the cases I was on.

Walking, or running as I liked, was easy, because the buildings were so high, almost high enough to reach the stars that I grew up travelling through, and you could avoid most CCTV once you were high enough, and high enough I went, so it was like I was back up there, moving through time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will like my da all on his own, or my brother, Arcadia, with his girlfriend Ashildr.

But there was one place that I had to keep going. The one place I could sit still and watch for hours, because it was the closest I had to family living here Earth. Or in London, anyway, I still had Jenny in Cardiff, and my niece Suzy, the Immortal Time Lord, hidden away somewhere in America.

Click, click, click. I took photos when I watched my mother's cafe, watching her go from cleaning the tables, to making a fresh batch of bread like she used to in the TARDIS, and then serving someone. The Blue Box Cafe and books was possibly the best place we could have left her when she was dying, Aunt Missy and Arcadia working on stopping her DNA unravelling, and, and when da managed to give her regenerations to my Sherlock, meaning I'd never lose him.

Though I hadn't seen him in weeks, because I was scared to leave her, in case something happened. Mycroft was looking for my weakness, something he could use over me, and as he had no definitive address for my aunt Missy, supposedly living up in Inverness, and he was trying to work out how I was connected to the death of Seraphina Tate, and the apparent suicide of Clara Oswalds. Seraphina wasn't technically dead, anyway. She was currently waiting for a kettle to boil as I watched her through the camera.

Sherlock was everything right with my life here on Earth. When my mother was dying, her last wish was that he would get her genetics. It was killing her, but for Sherlock? For Sherlock it would mean he would have the same life as I would, he would live as long as I would. But I was also scared that one day he would resent me for it, that he would lose interest in the ability to live forever when he realised he wouldn't have anything to show for everything he'd done once he'd changed faces. When he wasn't the person everyone knew.

"SJ. I had to track you down, you're good at hiding." I didn't look away from my camera, the photos, as Sherlock climbed up the fire escape to sit behind me, directly across the road from the cafe bookshop. "Please, please, you know she's safe. Sarah Jane, please..." My Sherlock wrapped his arms around me tight, and I couldn't help but relax into him, feeling our connection reattach. "You have the entire area bugged to watch her."

"I'm so scared for her." I whispered, seeing Seraphina, or Ryoko as she now was again, smile at another customer as she gave change and a coffee. "So many people out there that could hurt her if they found out she was human, and vulnerable. They'd use her to get at da, at us. If Mycroft found out, he'd threaten her to make me work for him overseas. Lady Me and Arcadia, they'd have to cut their trip short."

"My brother won't find her, SJ. Your father has cloaked her, rather well, I must say. I have a case, and Lestrade wants your opinion as well, something about wanting the person who makes me a human being around. Are you coming or am I taking a cab?" I looked back at him and raised an eyebrow, seeing his eyes glinting softly. "Well, with all this Time Lord Regeneration energy and this second heart, I may as well get used to the running."

Oh, my Sherlock... Really? What did I do to deserve him, and why did I have to gain him and lose her? "I'm getting a coffee first." And now he was staring at me. "What?"