Author's Note: As promised, this story will be our link to that of 'Living Fiction'. We can't reveal all the details yet but promise they will soon make themselves apparent. It is a complete retelling starting from essentially scratch of Sara Thomas and Penny Carter meeting the Doctor in Penny's dimension for the first time. We (Fan Fictional Authoress and I) hope you enjoy it.

"Then take me with you, Lord President. Let me ascend into glory." The Master knelt before Rassilon with his arms outstretched. He had taken to pleading with the Time Lord in front of him. Sara felt disgust riddle through her.

It was indeed the 'End of Time' and Sara was supposed to…she hardly knew what she was supposed to do anymore when she looked at the Time Lords that occupied the room. She wished fervently she never laid eyes on that show and didn't know what she knew.

Rassilon looked at the Master in disdain. "You are diseased, albeit a disease of our own making. No more."

The Master slowly lowered his arms looking at Rassilon utterly dismayed and then glanced back at Sara in sudden realization. "You knew."

"I warned you they wouldn't fix you. You didn't listen, you never do. Just insisted on ridiculing me. Hope you're happy." She spat out. Neither Time Lord believed it was a television show. They either mocked her or played along until she found out the truth.

There was a clicking sound as the Doctor removed Wilfred's gun from his coat aiming it at Rassilon. Sara stared at the Doctor. From what her friends had so fervently ground into her, he was never one to hold a gun. Until….until, I came along…

"Choose your enemy well. We are many. The Master is but one." Rassilon advised.

"But he's the President. Kill him and Gallifrey could be ours!" The Master told him as he looked at Sara with sudden hunger. She knew he intended to use her, drain her of all the energy she had left but the Doctor…why hadn't he snapped out of it by now?

The Doctor glared ferociously at the Master turning the gun on him, his finger pressing against the trigger while Sara looked at the Doctor in horror. He wouldn't….

She edged out from behind the Doctor towards the middle to confront him, remind him of the reasons why he never used a weapon. Has to remember why he gave them up…

"He's to blame, not me for what I did to her." The Master protested. "The link inside my head, oh she can hear it too now can't she? You never would, you coward, you couldn't…"

But Sara could see the complete contempt on the Doctor's face as he started to squeeze the trigger. "No!" She screamed. He didn't fire a gun before, he can't…

She screamed as her arm exploded in pain when the gun suddenly fired and she dropped to her knees seizing her wounded arm.

"Sara!" The Doctor was suddenly furious. What would have made her run directly in the path of the bullet? Humans. He seethed. She had caught a bullet meant in retaliation for all that the Master had perpetrated onto Sara and on himself. He couldn't fathom as to her reasoning except for her irrational and willful impulses. Seizing her other wrist, he dragged her backwards so she would once again be behind him while he did a mental calculation of where the bullet was lodged. No major arteries severed, loss of blood is minimal.

Still the pain was starting to send her into shock as she began to stare at him glassily. "Shouldn't fire a gun. Don't have them. Never used one." She murmured as her body started to tremor.

Quickly he placed his fingers to each of her temples while staring her straight in the eyes to deliver a surface command. "No pain." He intoned. "Do you hear me Sara? Your arm is in no pain."

"My arm is in no pain." She repeated. Swiftly, the Doctor got up as he examined his opponents taking aim at the Master once more. His screwdriver was left abandoned on the floor. Without even thinking, Sara picked up the fallen instrument staring at the bracelet he had forced her to wear on her wrist.

"No! Kill him and the link gets broken. He goes back." The Master exclaimed.

The Doctor turned on Rassilon aiming the weapon directly at him who looked at the Doctor with repugnance. "The final act of your life is murder but which one of us?"

The Doctor was looking past the President as Sara looked on as well to see the very woman who had appeared to her while she was trapped in the stasis field to provide her encouragement with albeit enigmatic words about what fate lay in store. The woman made direct eye contact with her and tears poured down her face as she looked at the Doctor while Sara swallowed. The tears of a mother for her son. She thought. Maybe the rumors were true.

The woman seemed to make a gesture to the Doctor with her eyes that he understood while he switched positions, glancing at the Master. "Get out of the way." He commanded.

The Master dove out of the way of the Gate and the Doctor took aim and fired fracturing the device that held the diamond in place, which was completing the link to the Time Lords of Gallifrey. The machine started to go up in flames and chaos erupted as the Gate continued to burn. Sara couldn't take her eyes off the woman who looked around her, nodding expectantly; knowing just as much as Sara that this was the inevitable outcome. "Gallifrey is falling." Her tone was solemn. The equipment was causing electrical discharges. The Master hadn't moved quickly enough and was struck by them due to his proximity to the gate. He lay seizing on the ground momentarily unable to move.

Rassilon appeared incensed as he glared at the Doctor in sheer contempt. "You'll die with me Doctor." He threatened.

No he can't die yet. It's too soon! She got up and started her unsteady approach to the Gate attempting to fix her way between Rassilon and the Doctor. If she marred anything here, changed the circumstance the Doctor could end up dying permanently by Rassilon's hand.

"I know." The Doctor returned fixing his gaze on Rassilon without noticing Sara's movement. Rassilon started to hold out his hand that was encased in a gauntlet to exact his revenge when suddenly she heard a voice behind her.

"No!" Sara shrieked. She would not risk the Valeyard regenerating and clambering to her feet, she ran directly at Rassilon who was caught by surprise. The light of the gate was encasing them. She could hear the Doctor shouting behind her as Rassilon's glove discharge missed its mark.

Everything started to spark around her. The Time Lords receded into the distance and she felt herself plummeting into white light. An abyss like she only encountered once before. She tried to scream but her voice became loss as she heard the distant echo of wind. No, it was more terrifying then that. It was the howling of a storm that wasn't a storm. Hell. She thought. She knew it was Hell. Around her body, particles began to glow encasing her as a buffer, carrying her through the onslaught. They acted on their own accord preventing the horrors she could only glimpse from damage they could inflict as she rode the storm that wasn't a storm at all. A burst of golden energy reveled in front of her eyes and swept through her mind. In that moment, her vision went black as she lost consciousness being rendered oblivious when she was found seizing in a park in Fergus Falls, Minnasota.

Perhaps, if she had been conscious, she would have been grateful to have found herself back in her country of origin but Sara was never one to see fortune in the stack of cards she had been dealt. Especially now.

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"Noooo!" The Doctor was horrified as he watched what appeared to be Sara disintegrate before his very eyes. What have I done? He glanced around horrified. The Time Lords were gone and the Master whose proximity was to close to the Gate had been sucked into the Time Lock. He was…alone. His companion….he shook his head, dropping to his knees, his lip quivering. Way I treated her….He had imprisoned her, intended to lock her up for the rest of her life in her room. She nearly starved to death to get away from him and now she died….died for him. Gave her life to….he stared at the gun in his hand remembering how he detested guns. The violence and how he, himself burned Gallifrey. So many people died and now he just lost one more.

"I went too far." He muttered. Tears spliced his vision. "Way too far." He lost her just as he lost Rose. Was this what it took to get him to wake up to see how far he had fallen? The death of another companion. He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around his chest, gritting his teeth together. At that moment, he couldn't move or think.

"Sara," He started, looking at the Gate that was now smoking, ridding with wreckage around it. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He swallowed hard. He never got to tell her. Now, he knew he never could.

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"What's your name?"

Sara looked at her roommate with striking red hair, a few years her junior and she took a deep breath to steady herself. They had committed her here at Fergus Falls Community Behavioral Health Hospital, considering her an EDP. An emotionally disturbed person. Indeed, when she regained consciousness, she wasn't making a great deal of sense having panicked at her sudden change of surroundings and being petrified that the Doctor would once again try to locate her.

It was sometime later that a psychiatrist had informed her the Doctor didn't exist nor did any of the events she experienced come to pass. Sara attempted to regain control of herself realizing what had occurred. Somehow, she had found herself in another dimension and this one seemed free of the Doctor or aliens for that matter.

She had always been a terrible liar. When she tried to pretend it to be a joke, they saw through her pretense immediately.

"Look, I'm sorry. I was…" She paused. "Disoriented. This man locked me up for so long, I just got confused. I'm already sorting it out. I'll be fine. Please just…"

"You have no close family ties that we could find and we just need to keep you under observation." The psychiatrist said. "Only for evaluation. Maybe a week or two at most. If all goes well, then this will not remain on your record." The doctor assigned to her smiled. "I promise you, Sara."

Maybe this is what would have happened if Unit or the Doctor didn't find me first. She looked at her roommate who apart from a slight stutter, appeared otherwise normal. At least to her.

It appeared that in this reality she had gone back in time to the year 2006 but apart from being confined to a mental institution, there were no alien invasions, no Doctors appearing to collect her. She didn't have the freedom she would have wished but found it preferable to her existence in the reality that preceded this one.

"Sara Thomas." She swallowed. "They forced me in here for evaluation. I-" She suddenly stopped midsentence, catching sight of the pictures on the desk. Immediately, she went for a closer examination and her hands shook, looking at them recognizing them immediately to be the TARDIS. "Oh my God." She murmured.

"What's wrong?"

"This." Sara lifted the picture. "How do you know about this? It's not supposed to be real. Not here. They told me…" Her voice trailed as the girl looked at her with dawning realization.

"Did you read m-m-my book?" The red head asked.

"Book?" Sara lifted her eyebrows and the girl gestured to the corner of her desk, which laid a manuscript. On the very front, it was titled 'Rose' by Penelope Elaine Carter.

She backed away, desperately trying to think. The Doctor didn't exist her but apparently the show didn't either. However, this girl, Penelope knew about the Doctor was writing books with the same titles as the episodes were given in the show.

"You're not from here. This reality." Sara realized. "You remember this as a television show, don't you?"

The girl was silent, looking at Sara nervously. "Dr. Dodger's told me it wasn't…wasn't real."

"Yes, I know and it's not…not here anyway." Sara breathed. "But your stories. The next one is The End of the World, then the Unquiet Dead and…" She paused. "I've seen seven seasons worth. I know….well, Rose." She glanced at Penelope. "Doomsday." The red head was struck. "I don't suppose you wrote that yet, have you?"

"How do you know about any of this?" Penelope asked.

"Because…" Sara removed the sonic the doctors had returned to her, considering it merely a toy of some kind. "Penelope, I think we're from the same place."

"It's Penny." The girl managed as she simply stared at the sonic before reaching out a tentative hand. What could this possibly mean? But the sonic looked so real and if what Sara was saying was true….she took a deep breath. It was hard to know what was real at the moment but Sara approached her.

"Please." Sara pleaded with her. "I've been alone….locked up for so long. My home was destroyed. I didn't know there was anyone else that survived but there's you. Please….you have to believe me."

Penny started to nod and reach for the other girls hand. Sara hadn't been the only one that had felt all alone. Questioning reality….the two of them…whatever was happening, perhaps together, they could survive this.

Penny offered Sara a shaky smile. "Do you, do you like to write?" She tried and Sara felt herself relax. Somehow, despite the odds, she had found an actual survivor and even though they were considered insane, Penny accepted her. For now, that was all that mattered. Sara briefly thought back to all her public relations classes and finally nodded, letting out an unsteady breath of air.

"Yes, I love to write." Sara told Penny in confirmation.

It was only a week later that the two released two more subsequent episodes in written format and Penny seemed grateful for Sara's presence. "Two hands are better then one." Penny told her as Sara attempted to argue that since Penny started the series, only her name should be on the title page.

"Wouldn't have wr-written this much if you didn't h-help." Penny was alleviated by her new roommates company.

At the same time, Sara found writing strangely cathartic even after what she went through. Adding her interpretation to the segments of the events was strangely….fulfilling. It was difficult to believe that Dr. Who didn't exist in any form in this reality. She expressed that to Penny who gave the faintest trace of a frown.

"Right….not real at all." Penny's voice was hesitant which Sara immediately caught on to, frowning herself.

"Penny, what is it? You can tell me anything," Sara assured her.

"Well, it's just…" Penny nervously wrung her hands. "I-I haven't told you yet, but, erm, before I came here, I think I…" Penny stuttered and paused before trying again, "I think I went through the Void…I remember seeing things that shouldn't be real before I came here. If-If it's not real, then did I just imagine it?"

Sara closed her own eyes in reflection, thinking of a simple answer, before looking at her friend. "Penny, it was real, that part. Remember in the show how the Doctor explained the Void?"

"He said it was filled with monsters, things banished to the abyss," came the hushed answer. "Like the C-Carrionite witches."

"Yes," Sara agreed. "But he also said that it was the space between realities." She paused. "I already told you before that I had met him, that he does exist in another reality." Penny nodded. "So, that was real and what you saw was real. Here, though, nothing from the show exists. I've done some research of my own. We don't have to worry anymore, Penny. I promise."

The red head smiled. "'Kay, I believe you. You always know what to say, Sara."

"Not all the time," the brunette refuted. "But I know what I would want to hear, and you know I'm a terrible liar, anyway." Sara then hesitated as she gazed at the slighter girl who had returned to her sketching. This had been something that she had discussed at length with her assigned psychiatrist. She had gotten approval under the agreed upon terms of finishing her observational period with a clean bill of mental health and with that Dr. Dogers wrote a letter of release.

Sara only had a few more days and knew for sure that she'd pass evaluation. Her psychiatrist had already talked with Dr. Dogers who had noticed a steep slope of improvement and had been more than happy to write the letter. The only person who hadn't been told was the young woman in question. "Penny," Sara began. "How would you like to come live with me after my evaluation is over?"

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They had little possessions between the two of them, but Sara had managed to figure out some settings on the sonic of hers, allowing the two of them to quietly move away from Minnesota to a small apartment in Washington, Sara's home state. Penny quickly fell in love with the damp climate and the city of Seattle, settling in rather nicely. Sara had told her that the reason they moved there was because she felt drawn to Seattle and that a change of pace would be good for the both of them.

She had told the truth; those were part of the main reason, but she failed to mention that it would be easier to slide into obscurity if they left the state and away from the only records that existed on file for them. Well, technically just for Penny, since Sara had passed observation and had nothing recorded on her file as promised. Not that the file for her existed in this reality anyway at present.

After some months, Sara had broached the subject of publishing with Penny. The red head was leery of the idea, but was unable to explain why when asked. When a proper reason against publishing failed to occur to either woman, Penny agreed that, yes, they could submit their stories to an online journal and see if it would publish their stories. Both of them were surprised with the quick response they had gotten from the journal editor and the amount that was offered for the initial chapters.

It seemed to be a good system. Sending digital transcripts of the chapters via e-mail and getting paid via without any need to meet for a face-to-face interview.

After the first few months, 'Doctor Who' had become the most popular article of each online issue, gaining the attention of major paperback publishing companies who were broaching the subject of converting them into actual novels. After several months, Penny and Sara agreed on a publisher. The material transitioned from online journals to the shelves of major bookstores. Seeing them in the store, both Sara and Penny were often reminded of a world that no longer existed but they had this time to mourn their losses. To pick up the pieces and begin a normal life. For Sara, contentment was starting to settle in. A normal life had never been so delightful as this since now she knew the difference. Normal. Sara thought, relishing the word as she bit into a nectarine. I missed being normal so much.

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"I'm telling you, Doctor, the series is all about you." Martha protested on the cell phone she had given him. "Some of the details in there…" The girl paused. "Even I didn't know but UNIT was monitoring Internet traffic and picked up on the books."

"Martha, it's unlikely that-"

"Titled Dr. Who." Martha told him and the Doctor was struck silent. Still, there was speculation and conspiracy about him online. It was possible that-

"The first book is called 'Rose'." Martha told him. "Describes in detail an encounter between you and the Nestene Consciousness where you-"

"I need a copy." The Doctor's voice was suddenly abrupt. "Everyone that is available." He was duly alarmed. "Who is the author?"

"Authors." Martha corrected. "That's the tricky part. They are publishing under pennames and the editor has a strict confidentiality agreement in place." His former companion was momentarily silent. "Did some digging but these girls are almost like ghosts."

"Almost?"

"Did find something. The books were published briefly on an online journal and we were able to find the account holder where payments were being sent."

"Who?" The Doctor was already at his monitor preparing his own investigation as started to speed read through copies of the books that Martha had sent him. His blood started to turn cold as a chill raced through his hearts. The stories were incredibly accurate and he knew at once that both these authors must have rare precognition abilities that without a measure of a doubt would surely endanger them both.

"Her name is Sara Thomas. The last address we have for her was a mental institution in Fergus Falls, Minnesota where she was kept temporarily just for observation."

"Why was she committed?" The Doctor immediately asked.

"I don't know. Bit dodgy in the states. Seems she had some agreement in place. S'pose her condition was temporary and they agreed to expunge it off her record." Martha sighed. "It was lucky I found this report at all. From when she was transported there. I could call and-"

"No." He declined immediately. "But thank you, Martha. I think I need to go there myself."

He stared at the books in front of him on the screen. Sara Thomas. He thought. But who is the second author? It seemed he and Donna had some investigating to do.

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"Dr. Smith, you say?" Dr. Dodgers confirmed remembering the man's credentials from the state health board. "Oh Sara Thomas was a model patient. Suffered a small traumatic episode from being kidnapped and the death of her family. Hardly can be blamed for that."

"Who kidnapped her?" The Doctor asked as he perused Sara's file. It had required not only the use of his psychic paper but telepathic suggestion to render this man compliant but the Doctor had to find these two girls before any further damage was done.

"She couldn't identify him. Temporary dissociative state. We tried to work with her but she said she never wanted to remember his face again." Dr. Dodgers gave a shrug. "That it was time for her to move on." He smiled in reflection. "And she did. Not only that. Helped her roommate too. More then we ever could. Took custody of her after she was discharged and-"

"Pardon." The Doctor interrupted. "Her roommate?" This was likely the answer he was searching for. In the interim, he had already read through and memorized Sara's chart, while setting it aside.

"Penelope Elaine Carter." Dr. Dodgers explained with a sense of nostalgia. "My patient. She was diagnosed with undifferentiated schizophrenia and her progress seemed to plateau until Sara came along. Far less frequent episodes. The two of them started writing actively and Penelope flourished. When Sara asked for custody, not one of us disagreed." He pressed his lips together. "I do miss her. Haven't seen her in nearly two years. Sara was eager to leave the state. Maybe to go home I suppose."

Now this was the lead he needed. "And where is home for Sara Thomas?" The Doctor asked, looking at Dr. Dodgers with intensity.

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The books were becoming a young adult sensation and each time their editor pressed for the next episode. Sara had finally relaxed after spending more then a year and a half without disturbance. Penny's stutter had eventually disappeared as well as her need for neuroleptics, which Sara took careful consideration in weaning her off the psychotropic medication. Her friend even started going to college part time in Seattle. Things fell into a regular pace as Sara managed their finances while keeping the two as discreet as possible. Regardless of the world they lived in, her experiences made her considerably wary. She paid to have their address and phone number unlisted. The only person that had her cell phone number was her publisher who had a strict confidentiality agreement.

It felt like home even though their true reality was gone. They both had time to mourn the loss of their families but now they had each other. No one knew better then them what it was to lose everything in an instant.

Sara and Penny had just returned from Pike's Market having just picked up fresh fish for dinner when Sara felt her cell phone vibrate in her purse. She frowned. It was the weekend. Her publisher didn't make it a habit to call at that time and she wondered whether there was some emergency.

Answering the call, she was equally startled to hear an unfamiliar voice and she stiffened immediately. Penny froze, carrying a bag of fruit right beside her.

"Is this Sara Thomas?" The accent sounded American but with an inflection that she could not define. Still, Sara had other concerns at the moment.

"Who is this?" She demanded. "How did you get this number?" Oh, she would have a word or two with her publishing company. How dare they share information like this without her expressly permitting it.

"I'm sorry." The man said immediately. "I'm afraid I was a bit of a nuisance to your publishing company and-"

"That's not an answer." Sara immediately cut him off. "There's a confidentiality agreement in place." She was seething. "They should of called first."

"You're right." He covered smoothly. "But it's my fault, I s'pose." She could hear him take a deep breath. "Why don't we start over? My name is John Caligari and I'm a producer with BBC America." He seemed to let that information sink in. "I must say, I've been avidly reading all the books you and Penelope have published and we are interested in creating a television show on your novels. Considering your fan base, we have no doubt in its success."

"A TV show." Sara repeated dumbly. Oh, this was happening backwards. No wonder the publisher had been talked into sharing her information. They would receive a percentage of the profits and the success of the show….Sara took a deep breath and Penny looked at her, eyes wide. In a sense, they both felt as though they were committing plagiarism. But the original writers are gone. The show doesn't exist here. That hardly made her feel better when this idea was now being proposed to her. A show with hers and Penny's name on the intro instead of Randy T Davies or the other writers for the series.

"Mr. Caligari," She started, taking the edge out of her tone. "They are just silly stories. You really think people are interested in that kind of thing? I-"

"Oh yes. Science fiction and time travel has a great deal of interest right now. I'm sure we could come to an agreement in terms of compensation and-"

"It's not really about money." Sara paused. "We were….it was just for fun and-"

"You both have an opportunity here. I assure you, this will be fun too." He took a moment. "One meeting. I can discuss what we have in mind with both of you. If you're not happy, nothing needs to be decided."

It seemed harmless but Sara was still wary. She would indeed take precautions especially where Penny was concerned.

"Alright." Sara grounded out. "I'll meet you. Penny is…" She glanced at her friend. Sara at least had her degree and some business acumen and her friend had spent two years traumatized within the confines of the same mental institution in which Sara had resided only weeks in. "She's in class during the week. Once we talked, I'll discuss it with her. Then, if we both approve, I'll bring her to formalize an agreement."

This didn't sound like his first choice. "I would really prefer to meet you both in person to present the offer and-"

"Mr. Caligari, we are very private people. Perhaps, you know a little of the reason why. I'm not introducing a stranger to Penny, the nearest I have to family here without meeting you first. I'm sorry. That's the way it has to be."

"Alright." He agreed finally. "Should we meet at your fl-apartment?"

Was he just about to say flat? Sara pondered. She shrugged. He did work for the BBC. Perhaps, he picked up a bit of the British lilt as a repercussion.

"I would prefer if we met for coffee." Being in Seattle, the city had a slew of coffee places on every corner. She also never permitted strangers over to her home and he would be no exception. "Seattle Coffee Works on Pike Street. Do you know it?" She asked.

"I can find it." He confirmed without hesitation.

"I can meet you there tomorrow at one pm if that works for you, otherwise-" She was about to propose another day.

"Oh, anytime is okay with me." He told her and Sara paused briefly at the familiarity of this phrase. She gave herself a brief shake before nodding.

"One o'clock it is." She confirmed as she disconnected the call.

"A TV show?" Penny looked astonished. "Can you imagine…well, guess we already can." The girl shook her head. "Never thought I would be asked to write for a TV show."

"Neither did I." Sara was already dialing the number for her publisher. She wanted to confirm that John Caligari was exactly who he said he was. Sara was not one, especially now, to leave anything to chance and still, regardless of his identity, she would make certain to give her publisher a piece of her mind.

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Sara arrived at the coffee shop at a few minutes prior to one, glancing at the various patrons before ordering a beverage herself and taking a seat nearest to the backdoor. Her publisher confirmed that John Caligari had shown his credentials to her and was apologetic about making the exception in giving him Sara's cell phone number.

"I'm sorry. I was just….it was such a great opportunity. I didn't think you would want to pass that up and he was only going to be in Washington for two days. Please, we do take confidentiality very seriously." The woman tried to explain. "I did try to contact you first but I only received your voice mail and he said it was urgent. He wanted to set to work on it right away."

Sara released a sigh. It was true that sometimes when she went hiking, reception could be a bit spotty and as the publisher persisted in another round of apologies, Sara cut her off. "It's fine. Just this once but never again. Okay? You'll wait to hear back from me, alright?"

"Of course, Miss Thomas." The agent sounded relieved.

Now that left Sara sitting at a table, sipping a chai latte as she waited for this producer to arrive. She still felt decidedly awkward about the proposal of having her name as the writer of the show. Admittedly, she was nervous about this arrangement but in a sense, she had a certain amount of excitement. She could hardly fathom what it would be like choosing cast to play the roles for the Doctor. Of course, they would have to use different actors since many of the people didn't exist in this universe that played those parts, but all in all, the possibilities were still-

"Sara Thomas?"

Dread suddenly filled her as a distinctly familiar voice addressed her from behind. No…it can't be…it just can't…her throat went dry as she turned and the image in front of her suddenly wavered. It was him. The Doctor. Was she hallucinating? Dreaming? She stumbled up from the chair, knocking it over on the floor, startling patrons around her.

"Why don't you just calm down." He suggested in an even tone, staring directly at her. He found me! He…Her thoughts ran together in desperation. But how, it…?

She suddenly realized. The phone call. John Caligari. It was all him. He had set a trap and she walked right into it. The accent had been a fake he put on for her benefit so she would agree to the meeting. But he knew that she would know who he was upon seeing him, which would explain why he simply let it fall to the wayside.

"Get away from me." She ordered. "You're not doing it again. Not locking me up in my room or strapping me to a bed for days at a time."

He looked taken aback. "Sara." His manner was placating. "I wouldn't. I-"

"Go back to your reality and leave us the hell alone." She spat. "Almost two years. We've been fine and-" She cut herself off. He was advancing too quickly. Immediately, she turned and ran out the back door, bursting into a full sprint. She could hear his footsteps in pursuit of her and she forced herself to draw in even breaths. She was at the peak of her endurance and whatever the cost, she had to get home and retrieve Penny. They needed to leave the state immediately. The Doctor must have slipped back in through a dimensional crack only far later then he anticipated to retrieve her. He then found out about Penny too. It was the only explanation but she knew but the window of time he had in this reality was a short one. She ran down a side street and onto another road, thinking desperately as she searched her purse for her phone. She nearly didn't take notice of a woman with auburn hair stepping directly in front of her.

Sara's eyes widened as she skidded to a momentary pause. "Donna?" No. That was impossible. Her memory was gone. She shouldn't even be around the Doctor at that stage in the timeline. She-

"We're not going to hurt you." The woman paused. "Just want to talk. Know you're a bit scared and-"

"But….But the Doctor used Time Lord telepathy to erase your memory …" Sara's voice trailed.

"He did what?" Donna looked at her strangely. "No! Nothin' wrong with my memory. The Doctor and I just want to speak with you and your friend. That's all." But now deep inside Donna, distrust started to brew. Didn't the Doctor mention these girls were precognitive? Was Sara seeing her future? The companion made to get closer but Sara shook her head.

"Not interested." Sara told her firmly. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be. The psychiatrists in the mental institution told them both UNIT, Torchwood, none of it was real. Sara took assurance from that. Neither of them liked to watch the news having both experienced too much from what real life had to offer already. Maybe if she had….

"Sara," The companion tried gently but the girl had already darted across the street and down an adjoining alley, picking up speed as she ran. This was crazy. Absolutely mad. Another Doctor. Sara didn't even want to conceive it. She started to turn a corner only to smash directly into someone. Arms wrapped around her and Sara screamed as she flailed in desperation. The Doctor tracked her signal and calculated her route, managing to cut her off while Donna served as a distraction.

"It's alright, Sara." He attempted. "I'm here to help you but I need-"

"Liar!" She shrieked. "You fake! John Calagari, huh?" She was struggling wildly against him. Even with his Time Lord strength, it took considerable effort to keep her restrained against him. Humans! He thought as he pinned her arms to her side. Weeeell, this human anyway. Extremely volatile beyond what he was expecting for a case of post-traumatic stress disorder. Would both react like this? He tried to steady himself without losing a fraction of his grip on the girl.

"I'm sorry." He offered. "I'm so sorry. I needed to talk to both of you and…" He wasn't certain if he was getting anywhere. "Listen to me, Sara. You need to tell me where I can find Penelope. You are both in danger from-"

"From you?" Sara refuted. "Oh, I already know! Version of you nearly destroyed your own universe. You going to try for the same?"

He was stunned silent at her proclamation. "Why don't you explain that to me and-"

"No! And I'll never tell you where Penny is! You think I'll sell out my only friend to someone like you? You're mad!" With those words, she took the heel of her boot and smashed it into his knee. He let out a grunt, his grasp weakened as she attempted to burst out of his hold. A second later, he recovered, his arm tightened around her and with his free hand, he pressed two fingers to her temple.

"No!" She cried out. "Don't! You can't-" Suddenly, she couldn't speak as she found herself immersed in a thick, congestive fog that wrapped around her mind, choking her senses. It was nothing like the sensation of the Doctor she had once known whose touch had been intimate and painful. A violation as he crept along the corridors of her thoughts. This…this the addition of another presence but her mind wasn't large enough to occupy them both. So her head ached and throbbed, stuffed to the brim as she felt this Doctor's presence inside her skull.

"Sara, where is Penelope?" She heard the voice aloud as well as inside her mind. "Where do you live?"

No…She thought. Tears came to her eyes. She couldn't tell him that but to her horror, she felt her lips start to move and her voice started to answer the question. He had turned her into a puppet.

No! Not again! Stop! She protested inwardly. Doctor! Suddenly his mind was jarred loose from hers and he reeled backwards a couple steps, releasing her. She was momentarily dizzy but didn't think to question her sudden good fortune as she was on her feet, running once again, wavering on her feet as she headed down the sidewalk.

A reprieve. She had received a reprieve but how….then, she remembered. The Doctor's name. She must of accidentally used it when he was in her mind and she closed her eyes briefly, thanking her instincts. Immediately, she got out her cell phone only to realize that the device was dead. He must have taken the additional precaution against her using her mobile and she cursed aloud. She couldn't waste anymore time as she sprinted all the way back home in under fifteen minutes. A considerable record for her. Frantically, she opened the door to her building and burst inside her apartment only to feel shock riddle through her.

Penny was gone.

More then that, her sketches and other artwork had completely vanished. She was also stunned to see that their computers had been melted completely into a horrific mess of burnt circuitry.

"No…" Sara said, breathing hard, knowing what must have occurred. The Doctor found out enough information to locate their address. He beat her here and had taken Penny right out from under her nose. After everything Sara had done to protect her friend, she failed and now her friend was a prisoner.

"God help me." She muttered, clenching her hands together. Suddenly, she heard his distinct voice echo down the hallway steadily approaching her location.

"Her signal is here. Knew it was a matter of time before she returned." It was the Doctor.

"Has to be a better way." Donna's voice this time. "Chasing them both around like that. Penny looked downright terrified and you…" The companion's voice trailed.

"Had no choice. Once I get Sara on the TARDIS, I can talk to them again." He sighed. "Penelope will just sleep for a bit. That's all."

"Two new companions." Donna tried to add some levity to her tone. "TARDIS is going to get awfully crowded."

Sara shook her head. So that was it. He was going to lock them up too. "No." She whispered. "I can't. Not again…" Her palms were sweaty as she headed back out the door and inched down the corridor.

"Sara, wait." The Doctor's voice was right behind her and she turned looking at him frantically. "Just listen-"

"No!" She backpedaled. "Let Penny go. Just let her go now and we won't write anything else about you again. I promise. We were told you didn't exist here. If we knew….if I knew, I wouldn't have done it….I swear….please…."

"I believe you." He said calmly. "But I can't. I think you know why, don't you Sara?"

So much for that attempt. She dashed down the hallway as the Doctor called out again and headed for the front door of her building only to find that the knob wouldn't turn. It was completely welded shut and she glanced down at it, noticing the metal had been partially melted, reconfigured across the paneling. The window was too small for her to crawl through if she attempted to break it. He had effectively sealed off the exit, with the purpose of trapping her inside the building to make collecting her, a matter of ease.

She started to pound on the door, hoping to attract the attention of a passerby on the street. Surely someone would notice. See the door shaking in response to her distress or-

"No one can hear you Sara." The Doctor was coming down the stairs. "Retrofitted a perception filter from the TARDIS around the building." He seemed to consider her. "I know you remember how those work, don't you?" He asked mildly and Sara cringed. It was she who described perception filters that kept the TARDIS from being noticed and took to describing their function in detail. She had insisted upon it for additional foreshadowing and now everything she had written….everything Penny had written….she felt a sob rise in her throat.

The Doctor kept his voice steady as he focused his gaze on her. "Now why don't we just talk and-" Sara suddenly looked up at him with eyes filled with fury and disdain.

"Go to hell, Doctor!" She shouted before sprinting down the hallway and into the dark recesses of the basement. She would be damned if she ever let the Doctor take her back again regardless of which version he was. She already knew. She met him before and she would utilize any strength she had left rather then live out the nightmare she had only experienced two years prior.

The Doctor groaned as he started in pursuit. He should have really listened to his companion and he started to think about their discussion that took place only several hours prior.

"I can't tell her just yet." He felt a growing sense of frustration as he looked at his companion who scowled at him.

"You don't think she's bound to figure it out when you show up at the café, Spaceman?" Donna challenged. "Nice accent by the way." She threw up her hands. "Don't understand why you have to lie to them at all. Why can't you-?"

The Doctor cut her off with a wave of his hand. "Sara Thomas has taken great effort to hide the two of them. I read both of their files from the institution and she has the hallmark signatures of post traumatic stress disorder." He placed his hands into the pockets of his coat and rocked back and forth on his feet. "She's afraid." He concluded. "With their abilities…" He paused. At least even with the accuracy of her perception, she wasn't familiar with the alias he only used in his very first regeneration. John Smith, he knew would have put her on alert whereas John Caligari did not. He winced, shaking his head. He knew if he told them outright who he was, Sara would take Penelope and run. That would make this so much harder then it had to be.

The books and any reference to them would be destroyed. He would ensure their moratorium and a precise virus planted on the internet would delete all traces of a following. The girls were obviously, acutely precognitive and needed to be placed under his direct observation. Fortunately, they hadn't recorded events about his future but he was certain that if left unchecked, it would only be a matter of time.

"What if we just ask them to stop?" Donna tried. "Some can't handle travelin'. If what you're saying is true…"

"That's not an option." The Doctor stipulated glancing at the monitor above his console. There were some unusual readings in the Seattle area with high concentrations of particles he was only familiar with being emitted from that of his TARDIS. Furthermore, he looked at both Sara and Penelope's rudimentary blood work. Sara's blood, weeeell, the color was distinctly reminiscent of Time Lord blood, lacking any definitive blood type, which the doctors at the hospital accounted as a minor mutation. Penelope's was showing traces of Hemomycin with the hemoglobin in her red blood cell count along with the oddity of her organ size increase. No further exams had been forthcoming after 2006 since Sara was declared mentally fit and was able to obtain guardianship of Penny, leaving the hospital and Minnesota altogether without so much as a trace. He attempted to soften his tone. "They could be in danger." H explained. "Wrong person gets their hands on them just once." He grimaced. "It could be cataclysmic. They could even destroy the universe."

Donna looked astounded. "But they would never…" The girls were so young. Innocent. Victims of circumstance.

"Oh, not on purpose, mind you. But any number of species takes them, tortures them, they'll talk." He winced. "Could be over, just like that. Everything that was, is or ever could be." He looked at his companion. "I can't take the risk."

"So…" Donna swallowed. "We're locking them up. We're going to be their jailors." It was a horrendous thought even if it meant saving millions upon billions of life.

"Oh no." The Doctor looked at her reassuringly. "They'll adjust." He injected a cheerful note. "They're not my first wards I had to take. I'll do everything I can to help them and when they're ready, they can join us on our travels. Probably will be having fun before they know it." His tone was encouraging but Donna looked at him doubtfully.

"Why don't you let me try talkin' to them?" Donna tried. "Might be easier. Woman to woman. Sara is as paranoid as you said, I could help and-"

"I appreciate that, Donna but I can handle this." He offered her a grin. "I give my word. I'll take this slowly."

Donna grimaced and he knew she didn't like his decision one bit.

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Penny hummed happily to herself as she poured herself a cup of tea, adding seven lumps of sugar for both sweetness and luck. Today was starting to seem like it would be one of the better ones. First off, she had a good run in the fog with Sara that morning. Then they got the call that some producer wanted to turn their books into a TV show. And now Penny managed to make her best batch of tea yet, this one actually palatable without sugar being necessary to drown out the original flavor of the tea. If the red head wasn't prone to looking at the positive side of things, she would've thought to herself that things were almost too good to be true.

As it was, though, Penny was as optimistic as they came and therefore believed that the day would continue to be a good one.

There came a knock on the door, and the girl wondered if it was Sara again, as she had only left about ten minutes prior. "Oh, she'll be late," Penny exclaimed. "What did she forget?" Padding over to the door with her steaming cup of tea, Penny opened the door with a slight frown. "Sara, did you forget…" Her voice trailed. "S-S-Something…?"

There at the door was the tenth Doctor himself.

Unconsciously, Penny's grip on her cup slackened, causing it to fall onto the floor with a shatter, splattering hot tea over her exposed feet. She let out a yelp, the pain snapping her out of her stunned shock and allowing her fear to take over. Hurriedly, she attempted to shut the door but the Doctor prevented such an action with the use of his arm. "Look, Penelope. It's alright. I'm only here to-"

"No! You're not real! Go away, go away, go away!" Came the shriek as Penny staggered away from the door and fled into the kitchen, snagging the broom before going around the corner. There she stopped, broom raised above her head, arms trembling. The Time Lord raced through the kitchen and around the corner only to be met with a face full of broom bristles, courtesy of a well-placed swat.

He sputtered from the surprise attack, stumbling back as the broom fell to the floor. Heart thumping double time, Penny ran down the hall to the bathroom and barricaded herself inside, disconnecting the shower rod and using that to block the door. Knowing that she had only moments, Penny climbed on the sink and opened the window wide before hopping back down on the bathroom floor. She opened the cupboard under the sink and removed the cleaning supplies and extra toilet paper rolls before crawling inside the interior. Getting situated as she heard the trademark whirling of the sonic screwdriver and the Doctor's cries of "Please, just hear me out, it's not safe!", Penny grabbed the supplies and toilet paper, placing it in her lap and tightly easing the sink cupboard shut.

Shivering, she could only listen as her bathroom door was forced open, shower rod sent flying and hitting the sink above her harshly before clattering to the ground. The Time Lord cursed before calling out once more through the window, "Penelope!" He rushed back out of the bathroom and all was silent. Still, Penny didn't leave, not trusting it to be safe. This turned out to be the right decision, as the Doctor came back, sonic whirling loudly, likely using it to trace her whereabouts. It shut off and all was once again quiet.

Penny flinched at the sudden sound of the large clothing basket being overturned and the tiny closet being opened. Then he opened the cupboard under the sink, spotting the red head who shrieked in fright and threw everything she had in her lap at him. "Oi!" He yelped throwing up his hands to fend off the projectiles. "Stop that! Ouch! I don't mean you any-Ow! Quit it!" Paying him no heed, Penny made to force her way past him, but inevitably failed. "Aha! Gotcha."

The red head struggled, flailing against him as he pulled her out from under the sink, but to no avail. "There we are. Now, if you'll just-"

The Doctor was interrupted as Penny finally burst in to tears, wailing plaintively, "Sara! I-I don't w-w-want to be l-locked up f-forever! Let m-m-me go! Sara! Sara!" The Time Lord grimaced, feeling guilt eat at him as the girl in front of him ceased resisting, just sobbed wretchedly and went as limp as rag doll instead, almost making him lose his grip on her.

"Oi," he tried, voice soft. "No one's going to be locked up, promise. I just want to help you two. You're in danger…" She continued sobbing and calling out her friend's name, words starting to become incomprehensible as Penny began to hyperventilate, gasping while the panic attack overwhelmed her. He was left with little choice. Lightly pressing his fingers to her temples, he eased her into an unconscious state, the fog of sleep converging over her mind like a calming mist.

The Doctor groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose with one free hand, head throbbing. Between the broom, various bottles of bathroom cleanser, and toilet rolls being thrown at his head, it was no wonder why he was starting to develop a headache. He let out a sigh and lifted the slight girl into his arms, carrying her out of the house and over to the TARDIS. He passed Donna who looked at him in reproach as she stuffed the various books and manuscripts they found in the apartment into a storage bin that he had been brought out of the time machine for the purpose.

"I know, I know," he muttered. "I already feel bad enough as it is, but they're leaving me little choice here…"

She made a skeptical noise. "Yeah, you sure you couldn't have just let me do the talkin'?"

"…think that that might've been the better option," he admitted.

"It would be, 'cause that was my idea in the first place, if just hearing your alias "John Smith' would be enough to make them run…"

"Alright, alright," the Doctor protested. "I didn't exactly think this through, so sue me."

"I won't be the one suing you when this is all over," Donna pointed out drily while the Doctor huffed in exasperation, bringing his unconscious ward to the med-bay to stay momentarily until Sara came to join them. Meanwhile, there were preparations he had to make.

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Sara's run to the basement wasn't just based on a whim. As she scurried into the darkened area by the furnace, she took a moment to recall all the training she had undergone at shooting ranges. The last year had been spent helping her regain control, which meant learning various methods of self-defense. The Doctor never liked guns. Sara never particularly favored them prior to the obliteration of her own world but times had changed her. Her encounter on Mars and her struggle to prevent the Doctor from breaking the rules of time caused a decisive impact inside of her.

She still wasn't a killer but the shooting range and subsequent lessons taught her accuracy. That was what she needed here when being chased by another version of the Doctor. Sara took a deep breath as she headed into the recesses of the room. I have to do this. She told herself. No other choice. Shivers racked her body, remembering the times when the Time Lord Victorious hunted her down in London just after Adelaide had died.

"Sara, wait!" The Doctor's voice echoed down the stairs. He was approaching. "Stop this! Just listen to me."

She slammed her hand down on the light switch rendering the room in pitch-blackness. The shelf above the laundry machine. She stumbled in that direction, as she reached towards the rags that hid the weapon. The lights suddenly blazed on and she cried out in surprise.

"There's no where else to go." The Doctor told her. He appeared calm, confident knowing that the cards were stacked directly in his favor as he walked towards her, cornering her against the wall. "I'm only here to help you." He offered her a smile as Donna joined him at his side. "I'm sure Penelope is waking up by now." The Doctor paused. "Wouldn't you like to see her?"

He reached out for her arm and Sara scrambled as far back as she could go. "Stay away from me!" She shrieked. "You think I'm crazy? That I would willingly set foot in that death trap again?" She shook her head, hand scrambling behind her in desperate search. "Never! Being your companion is a curse! We don't want it!"

"Sara, there isn't an option." He was closing the distance between the two. "You're both my responsibility and the two of you need to stay with me for your-"

He cut himself off in midsentence as the human before him suddenly turned, raising a gun in her right hand, pointing it directly at him. The Doctor looked at Sara stunned before examining the weapon. He detested them, which was why he never carried one but suddenly he froze mid step as Sara glared at him directly.

"I'll use it, I swear I'll use it." She wrapped both hands around the trigger, watching both the Doctor and the companion gaze at her in disbelief before Donna shook her head.

"Happy now, Spaceman?" She challenged, her voice given to a slight tremor. The Doctor should have listened to her from the start. If she had approached Sara, this could have been avoided. Sara might not have run but the Doctor was adamant about doing the talking himself and this is where it led them. To a traumatized girl wielding a pistol.

"Donna, I-" The Doctor started, not taking his eyes off Sara.

"Shut it." Donna told him deciding now to intercede as she looked at the girl in front of her. "Sara, I'm sorry about him. He's downright mental. Went about this all wrong. I told him-"

"I don't care anymore, Donna what anyone tried to tell him!" Sara grit her teeth. "All I know is that he kidnapped MY FRIEND!" The click of the safety being shut off echoed throughout the basement. "I want her back." Sara ordered. "You will get your TARDIS and let her go this second!"

"Sara, just calm down. Penelope is safe and-"

"With you? I don't think so." Sweat trickled down her the back of her neck. "I want her back NOW!"

He was assessing her quietly, exchanging a glance with his companion before raising his eyebrows. "You don't strike me as a killer, Sara." He said after a moment, folding his arms across his chest. "I think you're bluffing."

I didn't take you for a murderer, Sara. The breath hitched in Sara's throat and with careful aim from the year spent under instruction, the weapon fired. The Doctor let out a shout of pain as the bullet lodged directly into his leg.

"What do you think now?" She kept her tone cold despite the fact she was trembling on the inside. "Am I bluffing?" She paused, looking at him. "Still think so?"

Sara was careful to shoot a non-vital area but she had to force him to take her seriously. Otherwise…..otherwise, she and Penny would both find themselves just as trapped as she was before.

The Doctor was breathing hard, staring at her aghast. "Sara, you…" He started weakly.

"Penny." She demanded. "You will get Penny now."

"The two of you-" He started. Instantly, Sara switched targets, pointing the gun at Donna and the Doctor breathed in sharply. He had misjudged her and hadn't prepared correctly therefore hadn't anticipated the result when he cornered a wounded, wild animal, which was just what Sara was. For now, he was out of options. Humans were far too dangerous in this state and Sara….he swallowed. He simply couldn't risk losing another companion to an overly frightened, traumatized human with a gun.

"Alright." He conceded. He lifted the key out of his coat keeping his hands lifted in the air. Fortunately, with being a Time Lord, his mental control allowed the pain from the wound to recede to a certain degree. But the bullet caught in his bone was decidedly painful and he had difficultly focusing as he summoned the TARDIS directly to the basement where they all stood. "Donna and I-" He started. He intended to get his companion out of harms way.

"No. Donna stays here until you bring Penny out." Sara opposed. "She'll keep you honest."

The Doctor finally nodded as he released the deadlocks with his sonic and went inside. Moments later, Penny came running directly out of the TARDIS towards Sara.

"Sara!" The red head was panicking. "He's real…you said he wasn't real here and he showed up at the door. I tried to get away! Told him he wasn't real and-"

"It's alright Penny." Sara informed her. "Just get behind me. We'll talk about it in a bit, okay?"

Penny seemed to notice the weapon her friend was holding for the first time. "Sara? What's-"

"Penny, you just have to trust me. We can't let him take us." Sara explained. "It's….I promise. I'll tell you everything." She glanced at her friend. "After." She told her meaningfully.

"Kay. I-I'll…wait." Penny's voice was still shaking. After all, it was Sara that had rescued her from the mental institution and now it seemed, she had freed her from that imprisonment she had woken up in moments before. Oh, she had just started to panic when the Doctor limped into the room, telling her he needed to take her off the TARDIS. She couldn't even think, seeming to be caught in some nightmare until she saw her friend in front of her. It's real here too? The Doctor is actually real?

Sara in the interim was still focused on the Doctor. She had assured her friend's passage off the TARDIS but she had another problem in front of her.

"Close the TARDIS door and remove your sonic." She said. The Doctor looked at her quizzically but obeyed and Sara nodded. "Now, the door. Fry the lock. I want it to take you a half a day to get back on board."

"Sara, the door doesn't-"

"Oh, don't give me that. Told me yourself how you read our books. Besides, Doctor…" Sara paused, removing the sonic she had retrieved from the alternate reality from her coat. "If you don't, I will." She actually wasn't sure at the moment which setting would accomplish that task but if she had to, she would muddle through the chore.

The Doctor inhaled through his nose. "Where did you get that?"

"Lost and found." It didn't matter whether she lied or not. Whether the Doctor believed her or not. "Weld the lock." She commanded once again.

He sighed and finally obeyed before Sara gestured in the direction of the front door to her building. "Now, I think you know what comes next. The last thing we want." There was only one more barrier to their eventual freedom and then they would have to run. The Doctor was never one to give up so easily.

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Penny and Sara left the Doctor and his companion staring at their departing taxi as he let slide a curse before turning to make his way back into the building.

"Humans and guns." He was muttering under his breath as Donna made her way to his side. "Humans…just…they…"

"Oi!" She interrupted. "I warned you Spaceman. You didn't listen. Thought you could do better and they were desperate. Nothin' worse then cornering someone that scared."

"I know, I know." His tone was impatient as he immediately set to work on the TARDIS. He managed to only jam the lock for three hours instead of half a day as Sara demanded. Still, three hours. It would be more difficult to pinpoint their signal if they immediately exited the city and changed locations. Not impossible but difficult.

This time, he wouldn't make the same mistakes he had before with Sara. He would have to incapacitate her quickly and confine her carefully onboard until he was certain she didn't present a danger to herself or anyone else. Penelope was less likely to present an obstacle once he had Sara onboard and under definitive control.

Sara Thomas. The girl knew his name. He heard it in her mind. That alone was exceedingly dangerous, not to mention she utilized Time Lord equipment. Was she really as innocent as she appeared? He recalled her accusations of being held captive by another version of him. For now, until he had them both in custody, he could only be certain that while they were both on the run, the degree of risk was extremely high. Both girls presented a significant danger to the universe and to themselves. His fingers flew on the lock. He needed to find them and he needed to find them now.

But his search needed to begin anew. They were on the run and had caused him a delay. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth as he concentrated on the locking mechanism. His head and his leg both pulsated with pain but he could do nothing until he got back inside his sickbay. Today was already shaping to be a miserably long day and it had only just begun.

Author's Note: This is the start of our new story with Sara and Penny. It's an entirely fresh take and is directly linked to Living Fiction. Just can't give away all the details how yet but I hope you enjoy it. I would like to thank LovelyAmberLight for her contribution to this. Hope you enjoy seeing Sara and Penny's reappearance.