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Ten Years Later (for alan_skater_boy)

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The Doctor wanted to pretend that he couldn't feel Alan's pain. There must've been nothing worth than waking up with the love of his life wrapped around him, dead. He wished he could've made it up to him somehow. Any way he could. But there was no way to undo the past.

He'd wanted to think that seeing Alan again, after Sarah's---after everything that had happened, would somehow make something right. He had an awful feeling it didn't.

"Live," the Doctor replied without hesitation. "Because that's what Sarah would've wanted us to do."

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That brought a small smile to the Doctor's face. In his mind, she'd always be the twentysomething he traveled with, but he tried to turn the image of her in his mind, struggling on roller skates, into the older woman Alan fell in love with. It wasn't easy, but he could do it.

"I remember the first time she rode in my flying car," he said. "She was so startled that it was flying. So new to everything."

"She never told me about a flying car." And he found that he didn't mind that, at all. Not all the special memories had to be shared, after all. Just as he had his own special memories with her, the Doctor deserved his own. But he was grateful the Doctor was willing to share one of them. "I can just imagine the look on her face."

He laughed suddenly. "If only she would have gotten out of her own way on those skates." He suddenly looked up at the Doctor. "I didn't blame her, I could tell it'd been a good long while for her, if she'd ever been on skates at all. But she was so... nervous over falling... I kept telling her to just relax, keep her legs relaxed, don't worry too much." Fat lot of good that had done. "She fell. Right on top of me. Banged my head right good. Scared her and Maria and Luke to death."

"She loved you," the Doctor said, firmly. "Some people go their entire lives never feeling loved like that. And you two had it."

While there was still jealousy boiling under his skin, he had to admit he didn't mind so much. Sarah Jane spent so long loving the Doctor and him unable to love her back---not the same way, at least---that it was right that she found someone who loved her exactly for who she was. No "excepts" or "maybes" or "Oh, look, I've taken you home rather than coming with me"s.

"What happened on that birthday?" he asked. "With the picnic?"

"Everyone came home from school for it."

He was quite proud of how that picnic had gone off.

"I wasn't quite fool enough to believe we could keep everything a secret. She knew Luke and Maria were coming home to celebrate her birthday with us." He smiled as he thought of the days leading up. "I don't think either of us ever quite got used to having them out of the house. She was so excited."

He then smiled at the Doctor, broadly. "We called some of her friends to come and celebrate with us. Clyde and Rani turned up, excited and happy to do so. I managed to get hold of Jack and then Mickey and Martha made some time for us, brought the kids and Martha's mum and sister. You know, a good deal of that's because of you, Doctor."

"This isn't about me," he said, trying not to sound stern. "It's about her. Keep thinking about her. Talking about her."

If he started to think about himself, negativity was sure to follow. But Sarah, Sarah was good things. She made such a wonderful impact on the people she touched. She changed them, she saved them.

The Doctor felt the creature's hand was loosening. It was growing weaker, and quickly.

"We, uh... I wasn't quite sure whether to invite Gwen and Rhys and Anwen. When I finally got hold of Jack, I was too busy lecturing him on the virtues of answering his phone because he'd damn near missed the whole thing. But he turned up with them."

Here he had to be cautious.

"A few others came around as well, the Chandras and some of her old friends. You know the Brigadier made a special point of getting out of Peru for the occasion? She was so surprised, and so touched."

"What did she tell you, when you invited her for the trip?" he asked curiously. "I wish she'd mentioned it, we could have worked it out." But, then, that might lead to regrets.

Hurriedly, he pressed on, prompted by the Doctor's nods to do so.

"Clyde and his mother made a big cake."

"Nothing," he admitted. "Just a picnic and I was invited. But..you know me, I don't---"

Not about himself. He couldn't make it about himself.

"Sounds brilliant, though. I wouldn't have wanted to miss that, in her place. Though, I bet she'd have stayed even if it was just you and Luke."

Not this him, he didn't.

He was giving himself a headache now.

"We'd've thrown you a party, too." Alan shifted to a more comfortable position. "Sarah Jane and Martha... they hadn't seen each other in a bit, so once the picnic started breaking up, they ordered us boys out. And at the very mention of girlie talk, Jack broke out a few bottles and we all went back to the house, sat in the garden for a while, just talking."

He smiled. "Then the women came back and we spent a few hours out there. Sarah Jane, she said later she wouldn't have missed it." He sighed, feeling all the old feelings returning. "I... loved being a family. I loved it so much."

"You still are," the Doctor said. "Just because---just because people go away, it doesn't stop them being part of you."

It was something Sarah had said to him once, when he talked about leaving. It made so much sense, now. He could almost imagine her saying it to him. How everything had a time and everything ended.

He gave Alan a small smile. "We might never see Sarah Jane Smith again, Alan. But we saw her. She was part of us, and she always will be. That's her immortality. And it's in us."

"I can't accept that I won't see her again someday." Alan replied. "Maybe it'll be easier, believing she's waiting for me."

Oddly, he and Sarah Jane hadn't spoken much on the subject. Maybe because they both knew he would likely outlive her by some years. He hadn't cared to think of it and maybe she'd known, for she hadn't brought it up herself.

"Maybe we should have talked about it once or twice." But there was no real regret or anger there.

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