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Story: All the Good Songs
Author: Petra LaMaitre
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 2726
Author's Summary: Harriet Jones had completed the third notebook worth of her autobiography when the knock came on the door.
Characters/Pairings: Harriet Jones/Sarah Jane Smith
Warnings: None

Recced because: I love Harriet Jones, I love Sarah Jane, I love Year That Never Was stories, and I love femslash. How could I possibly ask for more? The author does a wonderful job with their voices and makes the pairing believable. I'm quite a fan of this one.



"Are you a friend of the Master's?" Harriet asked.

Sarah Jane Smith scowled. "Not in the slightest."

"Then please do." There was only the one chair in the kitchen, and only a bed in the sleeping area. Harriet frowned at her meager surroundings. She had paced them daily, following the recommendations she had been given for maintaining health in the case of long-term emergencies, but the addition of another person made them feel oddly malformed. "I'm sorry, I haven't anything to offer you by way of amenities."

"That's quite all right." Sarah Jane's scowl had gone, replaced by a tight but sincere-looking smile. "I suspected you might be running low on a few things by now, so I brought tea."

It was all Harriet could do not to fall at her feet, even with the possibility -- still unfortunately present -- that she could be one of Saxon's operatives. "Thank you, I'm dreadfully -- I'll put the kettle on, shall I?" Its only purpose for weeks had been sanitizing her drinking water and reconstituting freeze-dried food.

"If you like." Sarah Jane opened her purse.

Harriet tensed, though the nausea that had preserved her in the mesmerizing of the world was entirely absent. When Sarah Jane drew forth three boxes that appeared to contain tea, she relaxed slightly. "What brings you here? Surely you haven't come all this way just to deliver tea. How on earth did you find some in the first place?"

"One can still find the odd luxury, here and there. There are fewer people to -- well. I wanted --" Sarah Jane frowned and studied Harriet's face. "I wanted you to know that there are many people out there who believe that this is not the end of the world, and that resistance is possible."
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