So, after seeing Blink, one of my favorite all-time Who episodes, a part of me always hoped Sally Sparrow would come back. It's hard to explain exactly, but there was just something I loved about her character, and I would have really liked to see her work more personally with the Doctor again. I've thought about trying to write a Sally companion fic for years, and during my summer boredom have finally decided to give it a go. I really don't have much planned out yet, but this snippet came to my head so I decided to post it for starters and see if it got any reaction.

The Companion Who Never Was – Prologue

"I'm telling you something weird is going on here," the young woman insisted, speaking in a half whisper into her mobile. One hand was clutching the phone to her ear, while the other was hanging on to a torch. The light was almost comically small considering the building she was in was nearly pitch black, but it was better than nothing.

"Sally," the voice on the other end spoke with a small sigh, "You are a brilliant investigative journalist. Slightly bonkers, maybe, but you've given me some great stuff over the past year," he added, and she could practically hear him rolling his eyes. "But of all the stories you've chased down, when have you ever actually discovered an "alien" or whatever as a culprit, or even had any real proof of one being involved?"

She immediately stopped in her tracks with a small huff. "Monty, it's not like you can deny the existence of aliens. Not after all the other incidences."

"I'm not saying aliens don't exist Sal," he said with another sigh. Sally would without a doubt hate anyone else calling her "Sal", but it was a bad habit she had decided to let her editor get away with. "I'm just pointing out they never play a role in any of these mysteries you chase after."

The young woman was preparing another rebuttal, but paused when she heard a noticeable creek in the floorboards above her. Instantly turning the torchlight upwards in the direction, she saw bits of old dust and wood falling through the seams. Something was definitely causing movement above her. "Right then," she said, remaining completely casual. "Letting it go since you did call me a brilliant journalist," she said, a small hint of teasing quality in her tone for good measure.

He chuckled lightly. "Night Sparrow. And watch yourself. Don't let whoever…or whatever…this is snatch you up too." She knew Monty was simply trying to tease her as well, but she thought she heard at least a touch of genuine concern.

"Oh you know me sir. Wouldn't dare leave a story unfinished," she said, with a small smile to herself, before ending the call with a slide of her finger. Tucking the phone safely into the pocket of her vest, she heard another creak of the floor, now about five meters ahead of her. She started to walk forward again, following the sound above her while trying to remain as quiet as possible in her own brown leather boots. "Alright, Sally," she muttered, removing the lens cap from the camera that had been around her neck this whole time. "Let's go see who shouldn't be home."

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Like I said, really just a snippet, but I do have a next full chapter in mind if I decided to go through with this.

Otherwise, thanks for reading!

~ Nye