Harry took the train back to London. He watched the country roll by his window, too fast to form anything but brief impressions: village, tree, field. His thoughts kept turning back to Sarah-Jane and the Doctor, and he wondered –
He had an almighty headache; getting grazed by a bullet would do that. He’d self-proscribed several aspirins and a cold glass of water to take care of it. He sat back in his seat, sipping the water, sighing. The Brigadier and Benton were in the seat across.
“Between you and me…” Harry started.
“Yes Lieutenant?” asked the Brigadier.
Harry bit back his sigh with another sip. The train rumbled on. He wasn’t just leaving Scotland behind, Harry realised. Decision made, better or worse, he was saying good bye to so much more. Farewell old girl, he thought.
He knew that Sarah would not be waiting for him in London.
“Nothing.”
“Understood,” said the Brigadier. There was a faint twitch between his lip and moustache that might have been a smile.
--
Six months later, Harry received a call from Aberdeen. He was into his car and on the road within the hour.
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Date: 2009-04-29 09:41 pm (UTC)Harry took the train back to London. He watched the country roll by his window, too fast to form anything but brief impressions: village, tree, field. His thoughts kept turning back to Sarah-Jane and the Doctor, and he wondered –
He had an almighty headache; getting grazed by a bullet would do that. He’d self-proscribed several aspirins and a cold glass of water to take care of it. He sat back in his seat, sipping the water, sighing. The Brigadier and Benton were in the seat across.
“Between you and me…” Harry started.
“Yes Lieutenant?” asked the Brigadier.
Harry bit back his sigh with another sip. The train rumbled on. He wasn’t just leaving Scotland behind, Harry realised. Decision made, better or worse, he was saying good bye to so much more. Farewell old girl, he thought.
He knew that Sarah would not be waiting for him in London.
“Nothing.”
“Understood,” said the Brigadier. There was a faint twitch between his lip and moustache that might have been a smile.
--
Six months later, Harry received a call from Aberdeen. He was into his car and on the road within the hour.