Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Skin

Johns Blog:

If there is anyone out there who could give Sherlock Holmes a run for his money, it's Sarah Jane Tate.

She is equal to him in every way, including that of social skills. You can tell it's her, if she's in running gear, sprinting across the roofs of London, leaping from one place to the next, or if she's sat in a cafe, just carefully taking photos of people she's been told to target. But there's one thing you should never do with SJ. 

Touch her bare skin.

SJ:

"Run!" I shouted once the mirror was in front of the Angel, grabbing my aunts and uncles hand and yanked them out after me into the drizzling afternoon. "We need to move fast, that mirror will fall in about 10 minutes without me there to hold it."

They did as they were told, as though they'd never stopped travelling with ma and da, running fast and hard through the winding streets of the small town, before they had to stop to catch their breath a little further down the road. "Man, you're fast. How come you aren't a professional runner for crying out loud."

"Because that's straightforward, and a really big waste of my gifts." I replied, messing with my hair, rubbing the half grown undercut. "I'm a telekinetic, and a telepath. My twin is a ghost, he can walk through walls. We're also polar opposites. He's smart, I'm fast and athletic."

"Doesn't surprise me, but you're also smarter than your average human, and probably the average Time Lord, SJ." Uncle Rory pointed out. "I know your parents, they'd probably teach you a lot."

Yeah, let's go with that. "Right, we need to work out how the Angel found me. They wouldn't be able to sense a connection between us, I'd never met you, and we're not biologically related. It's not a thing an Angel would work out, unless there was a way for it to be able to follow me, and that's impossible."

I kept moving, and they came after, aunt Amy struggling to keep her shoes on her feet, so I paused for a moment, reaching into my messenger back to take out a pair of slip ons. "Here, it's easier to run in these, and also, the mirrors dropped. My focus isn't as good this far out, but we should be far enough away that the Angel shouldn't be able to find us quickly, it won't have known the direction we went on. What street is this, anywhere useful?"

"Exchange Street. It runs along the bottom of the High Street. There's nothing special here, a brewery on one end, a, a blue lenie style building will be built in the 90's. The Theatre will be there one day too, but there's nothing here now. What do you want to do for the moment?" Rory asked, supporting Amy as she quickly changed shoes.

Think, Sarah Jane, think. There was going to be something, I knew there was. "Not sure, and I hate not being sure. And then I froze as the Angel came up in the distance. "Shit, shit, shit, how the hell did it know where we were going?!" I muttered, staring at it up, my eyes holding the deadly creature in place."

"It's looking for you, SJ." Rory pointed out. "Which means, that you need to get out of here. That's your mums Vortex Manipulator, you can get back to your time, work it out from there. Sarah Jane, there's something you're missing, and the Angel will still be there when you work it out."

"You don't get it! I can't get back again, I need to bring back the kid, John. If I take him back to 2016 with me, then you'll all be safe here."

Amy then grabbed my arm as I realised my mistake. I wasn't wearing my jacket any longer. I gasped in pain as I was flooded with all her memories at once, both the life she remembered being raised by ma, and then the other life, the one that actually happened in this version of reality, raised by Augustus and Tabetha. The sudden shock of it overwhelmed me, like it did when I was a kid, and I started convulsing violently.