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Today she's returned for a third time, and that's alright because it doesn't seem as if they're going anywhere anytime soon. Harry is still in disbelief and the Doctor is still trying to figure out the coordinates (at least, that's what Sarah assumes they are) of the best place to show off the Harry, and well, quite frankly, she's bored.

So, when that door in the TARDIS opened up to Milliways again, Sarah Jane was pleasantly pleased. That meant something to do for a while, something that wasn't teasing the Doctor or Harry. And the tea there was simply marvellous after all.

Fifteen minutes later, she now sits by the fireplace, the London Times opened on her lap, and a cup of tea on the table beside her. This is a nice change, indeed.

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"About five hundred years since I last saw you," he finally manages to say.

'You' being a relative term, of course. Otherwise, the answer would be more like 24 hours.

Sarah reflexively squeezes his arm as she tries to blink back tears. "Five hundred years? Twenty-four hours? Oh, oh Doctor."

That is an awfully long time. A horrendously long time, even. And more than anything else she's encountered - more than thinking the Doctor had died back on Peladon or facing those horrible spiders - it makes her cry.

Because five hundred years is a long time. And five hundred years means that she probably isn't travelling with him anymore.

He reaches up and pats her hand. "My Sarah Jane," he says gently. "In case I've forgotten to say it -- in case I forget to say it in the future -- I want you to know that I am so very proud of you. I always was."

"Oh Doctor," Sarah replies in between tears, squeezing his hand tightly. "Oh."

She's at a loss of words right now.

The Doctor offers her a handkerchief from inside his coat pocket, but doesn't sully the moment with words.

Sarah looks at the handkerchief and then up to him. "No jelly babies?"

He shrugs, grinning slightly.

"Always. But you hated them, as I recall."

But the bag is there in his hand, open and offered to her.

"Always, except when you're the one offering them."

The opened bag makes her smile, making her think that maybe this Doctor isn't so different from the one she knows now. It's the little things that can be reassuring. And very reassuring at that.

So, she takes one and pops it into her mouth, forcing a grin on her face as she eats it. "Thank you, Doctor."

"Anytime," he replies with a gentle smile.

Sarah nods and finishes chewing the jelly baby, swallowing hard as she thinks through all the questions in her head. She really doesn't know where to start.

But there's always a starting place somewhere. It's something she knows to well.

So, fixing that grin on her face, she looks him over again. "It's strange to think how different you look when I only saw you moments before on the TARDIS."

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