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Briefly Donna wondered if she had become too used to this --- the odd thrill that came with stepping outside of the TARDIS and discovering a whole new world. She would never say that it took more to impress her now (even if there was a smidgen of truth to it) but maybe she had become almost complacent in some way.
(running for your life on a regular basis had a way of changing a girl)
Thankfully her senses hadn’t been overloaded enough to overlook what she knew was trouble. Her eyes widened a little before she looked to the Doctor. “Where in the bleeding hell did you bring us?” She hissed, her muscles already tense in case she had to avoid death right out of the gate. “Because nothing about this place looks peaceful?” She couldn’t help but throw his word right back at him.
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Aftermath
The Brigadier and a few of his friends had kept at her for hours. After she’d returned to Earth to wait from the Doctor to come back from Gallifrey, UNIT had decided t was imperative to debrief her. They’d set her in a comfy chair and set her up with tea and cookies, but it was still an interrogation. They’d pressed her sorely, but in the end she’d given up very little. The most useful hint she’d given them was that gold dust could take down a Cyberman, should the Earth be invaded. Sarah Jane could tell how frustrated they became that they could only ask, and not actually threaten her in any way. They had to be nice. Stern as the Brigadier was, he could never be cruel to her.
Still. It had been a long day. She climbed back into her bright yellow bug with a shake of her head, and took off for her old home. The music on the radio eased her nerves, and by the time she was walking through the door of Aunt Lavidia’s place, she was whistling again.
Ten minutes later she was sitting in the best couch with a cup of tea and her feet up on the table in front of her. In her head, she was already composing a letter of complaint in her head about UNIT. To the Queen. Might as well start at the top.
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