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1 || Log || 1/16 - 12 am

Who: Sarah Jane and OTA
What: Running from monsters (typical Monday)
Where: Genessia City
Warning: Monsters go boo?

The communicator was fascinating. She'd seen several things just like it before, only a year ago it seemed. Felt far longer but those thoughts were always pushed aside in favor of happier memories. Though at the moment her curiosity was getting the best of her.

"This is fascinating!" She turned the device over several times, smiling as she walked through the dark streets, her focus on the little contraption in her hands. Her days traveling the universe were done, but she had plans to travel her own world.

And it takes far more than a year to lose the sense of self preservation one must learn when traveling time and space.

So the sound of shuffling steps and gutteral groans are easily picked up. Aliens were one things, but zombies?

"Oh. Really? Not even an hour in and already- oh alright!" It's also good that she did not lose her ability to run in heels after only a yaer.

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He can't stay cooped up all night in the Tardis - he needs to run and should really check up and see what is going on in Genessia with the monster outbreak there. Up -ahead he spots something moving rather sluggish. Zombies. Well - no screams so - expect there was - not a scream per say but a remark and - it's a voice that sounds familiar. No.

Well - she won't recognize him like this but sooner or later. She will find the Tardis. There's a howl. A warning to the zombies.

Come and chase him. Come on.

Her eyes widen at the howling and she moves to keep the zombies in her peripherals and still look up to see..a werewolf? A flash of annoyance runs through her head. nothing was impossible, but something could be just down right ridiculous.

Well, if Mr. Werewolf wants the attention, Sarah was very happy to give it to him.

She took another turn, looking up at the werewolf to make sure she was still heading that way (but not too close). The zombies seemed to be following her.

"Look! Get him!" She pointed up towards the werewolf.

Said zombies get quite a surprise when a glowing red spear of energy lashes down and sends all of them careening into the air as it hits the ground and explodes into a burst of crimson energy.

"Really," the French accented voice of a young girl spoke, "these monsters have been terribly rude." The little vampire floats down from above. "Now then... I suggest you find shelter for the time being."

This was strange, he thought, as he ran through the streets. The more she wasn't here, whereas before she was everywhere, makes him think perhaps she's not entirely here and he's not altogether sure how he feels about this. Regardless it feels good to be out and running again even as the bone chilling howls echo right behind him and he can hear the clicking of claws against the road as they're gaining ground.

He almost risks a glance behind him when he sees someone running toward him. A very familiar someone. Whose a great deal younger than when he saw her last time, but in this case it's the best thing he's seen in a very long time here.

"Wrong way, Sarah Jane."

He grabs her hand and, seeing she's likewise being pursued, banks a hard right in what he hopes will be a not blocked at all and perfectly serviceable alley.

Well - the zombies were warned and when Sarah looks in his direction, Ten finds himself looking a much younger Sarah Jane than he last saw and as much as Ten is glad to see her - on the other hand - thinks about that note that he left himself about not letting Rose get jealous and this feels like the position he was also put in before and Micky, sadly but it best; The Ms. and the Ex, every man's worst nightmare.

He's going to have to be very, very clear with Rose that he's not Sarah Jane's Doctor.

But cross that bridge when he needs too - meanwhile, he's got some zombies to tackle and tie up.

"BACK OFF!" Rose yelled and kicked some zombies in the face, smacking one with her giant stone gargoyle wings. "Go pick on some vegetable brains instead, ya turnips!"

Rose huffed and offered a handshake to the woman. "I'm not always a gargoyle," she grinned apologetically. "But my boyfriend wasn't able to reverse it. Just keep me mentally here and talking. Can't object to that much. You all right there, then? I'm Rose, by the way, Rose Tyler."

Sarah froze for a half a second in absolute confusion as the werewolf leapt at the zombies.

Now there was something she had actually never thought.

They could simply fight each other. She was going to take this moment and head towards whatever counted as safety in this city. Perhaps a building, but something with a way out. Monsters were always trickier than they appeared.

"Oh!" Sarah covered her head at the sight of the energy blast. Red never favored her and she wasn't taking the chance. Until she heard the voice. "Oh. Very rude." She stepped to the side a bit, still looking from the zombie dust pile to the girl who had saved her.

"Well, shelter would be wonderful but I'm afraid I've only arrived."

"How did you-oof!"

She's now going another way, running behind some stranger who knew her name. There was a small moment where she pulled back, but then she noticed the zombies still behind them and the sounds of something else joining them.

"Where are we going?" Now she is running as close to him as she could, "And what was chasing you?"

"Oh!"

That...alright. Sarah presses herself back against a low wall, eyes wide and staring at the creature before her. The creature that was currently saving her.

"Not always a gargoyle?" She relaxes and approaches the cre-, no, the girl. Rose. she smiles softly, shaking her hand. "Thank you, I wasn't expecting to end up in a city of monsters. Especially not ones from the films." Oh, right!

"I'm Sarah Jane Smith. Now, why are you a gargoyle and what were you before?"

"That's a very good question. The answer seems obvious but it's not. It's entirely new for this area and I wonder if they're from Everglade or somewhere entirely -- Of course." He screeches to a stop because there is a wall that transverses the alley, effectively cutting off their escape.

"Well, up you get, Sarah Jane." One of them will have to go over and he gives her a lift so she can at least get her hands on the lip of the wall. But then to get her over.

"Ah, I may have to give you a boost." And soon as the pack of wolves and moaning of zombies draws nearer. There is no time. "Sorry." And with a hand firmly, but he hopes professionally, on her bum, he pushes her up onto the wall itself.

She rolled her eyes, "Of course. It's very obvious." The canter of his voice, that lull between words that just said it held so much more than was being said. It was familiar. Achingly so...but the voice didn't match. And the alley way didn't let her get a good look beyond wispy, grey curls and a set jaw.

"Up there? You must be mad! I can't reach that even if you, hey!" Well she was up and over. A simple crawl and she's dangling over the other side, "Well? Get up here you! can't let you become food for those zombies."

A tiny smirk crosses her face. She was hoping so very much, setting herself up once again for a fall higher than the one she was hanging from.

"They'd starve."

He'd be happy to have joined her except --

"Look this is a perfectly serviceable regeneration! One, by the way, I wasn't even supposed to have. It's durable, classic, a Roman nose you would say but of course we invented it and, by the way, has a charming accent and personality. So if you could stop being so critical just like everyone else--"

He is cut off as a werewolf lunges at him from behind. He flips it in a deft move, far easier than even he thought he was capable of and baps it on the nose.

"Bad dog."

It was so familiar, jaw lines and accents aside, that it made her chest ache. But the smirk broke into a smile and she laughed. Hanging for her life, watching him rant about at the absolute worse time and still manage to be brilliant.

"Never thought you would go back to grey." She pauses because there is a small part of her that can't let her believe it is actually him. The words stick in her throat as the tiny voice from Aberdeen echoes that it can't be him. Not really.

"Get up here, you! Here!" She reaches down, holding her hand out to him.

"It's distinguished, isn't it?"

He moves toward the wall, narrowly avoiding a lumbering hand reaching for his neck. With a grace he is mildly surprised but pleased to possess he clambers up the wall without her assistance, though mostly because he's afraid he'll pull her over, and crashes, gracefully, into the pile of trash bins and refuse on the other side.

Directly facing a squad of writhing creatures that seem to be mostly tentacle and a dripping green substance that is probably venom but at least corrosive considering how the ground seems to be hissing steam.

"Ah. Right. Don't turn around. Let's try to go up." Three stories up, to be precise, since that was how high the buildings were even from the wall.

"I always liked it." And she gives him a rather cheeky grin.

She watches him jump over easily and gives him a questioning look. Sarah couldn't remember a time when the Doctor had been that nimble. Was it a Timelord thing or something with this 'look' that gave him that.

Then there is the sound of crashing metal and she just snorts and shakes her head. That was par for the course at least.

Shaking her head she huffed as she pulled herself up to sit on the wall, "Why shouldn't I turn around?" And of course she does just that and her eyes widen at the steam coming from the ground.

"Up. Right." Turning she crawled across the wall carefully, clinging a bit to the side of the building. "Up. How exactly do we do that?!" The sounds of groans from the other side of the wall grew louder, the zombies getting nearer and howls starting to echo around them. Sarah presses against the building.

"Good question." He's got it handled. He really does. He just has to think. And not be thick. Easier said than done. On one side, the zombies weren't half so dangerous as the werewolves. But together probably more than he could deal with. On the other the tentacle ...whatevers are certainly harder to get around. And going up -- well-- reminded him that he really should invest in a grappling hook one of these days or at least remember where he put the last one.

"Oh I am thick! Except when I'm clever. Which I'm about to be right now."

He gives a moment of concentration and-- Poof! He is a bat. A white curly haired bat that flaps wildly up to Sarah's shoulder and grabs onto her collar with wily little bat feet.

Except... that it does not seem he is a bat with the proportional strength of a time lord so the most that happens is he tugs her shirt up a bit.

He really should have thought that through a little better.

She sighs and tries to keep her grip steady, even in the face of steadily mounting odds. When he speaks she turns to him with a smile, eager to see what clever little thing he comes up with.

Only to be met with a white bat.

"H-how did you do that?" That wasn't something he'd been able to do before, was it? No..no there had been plenty of opportunity for that to happen. "Hey!" Tiny bat feet grip her collar and- nothing.

She waves him off a bit before stumbling to grab on to the building again. "Try something else." Wait. "Change back, change back! How did you do that?"

A couple blinks. "Ah. A woman," a laugh, "Like you! Sarah Jane! Sarah Jane Smith...." Oh gods, she sounds like the Doctor. Now she knows what Amy meant! Make it stop! "Wow! Get a load of you! How old are you now?"

Rose shook her head. "Time traveler. Like you. Met you out'a order. Whoa.... Timing. He -- the Doctor was just sayin' that was how he met his wi--"

Stopping that right there, she sounds enough like the Doctor himself already, ta.

"Err, ya wanna run to the TARDIS instead? It's safer there, though hopefully you won't wake up a monster too. He did. Turned into a big fluffy werewolf. Suits him. UMMM, not the one you met, err, well you will, just not until a lot later. 'm afraid I'm probably not makin' much sense, yeah?"

After handling the zombies, Ten goes and sniffs Sarah out - literally and follows her scent to a building and upon entering, "Sorry. So sorry for having had frightened you. I wasn't howling at you -"

She was leaning against the wall of an alcove, checking the heel of one of her shoes with a bit of a frown. Running was never good on foot wear and she had been rather fond of these heels.

She yelped at the sight of a fuzzy face, spinning around and pressing against the door. Instinct still strong she lobbed the shoe in her hand straight at the werewolf as her free hand moved to try and open the door.

"You get away from me! I've got another one of those!"

"ow!" Were! Ten shakes his head and stands his ground and continues to eye Sarah, "I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me."

He can't help but grin though on how resourceful she always was.

Edited 2017-10-18 23:59 (UTC)

As the woman continued to speak, Sarah couldn't help the little smile tugging at the corner of her lips. it puttered about before turning into a snort of laughter.

"No, no, it makes absolute sense!" Or well to anyone who had known the Doctor for even half of the time she had. She shook her head to sort through a few things. That cut off word for instance and just how 'out of time' she might be in comparison.

"I'm twenty-three. I think." Another thing about travel with the Doctor. Who knew how many years actually passed, "Maybe twenty-five at this point really. I've still got a bit left in me at least."

"Trust you?!" The door clicks but she hesitates. He had saved her from the zombies and hadn't tried to eat her or sharpen his claws on her.

Slowly her hand fell away from the door knob, eyeing him critically in the dim alcove. "You, saved me. On purpose?"

There's a simple, "Yes." As the were, with the tie, cuckoo hair and ~~sandshoes~~ sneakers with the tops torn out from the claws, only stands there - eyeing her - with those brown eyes.

"Hallo." A gives her a small finger wave with his claws.

Edited 2017-10-19 00:04 (UTC)

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