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Derp Jo:

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Black sand.  Purple sky.  Pink water that sparkled with orange sunlight.  Blue stones.

Sarah Jane gave a narrow-eyed grin at her floppy hatted companion and picked the best stone off her pile.  Round and flat, it fit perfectly in her hand.  Leaning a little to one side, she squinted at the lake, the spun that rock off her fingers with all her might.

One skip. Two.  Six before it disappeared.

“MMMmmf.” She commented, quite smugly, and hunkered back down giving her friend a cheeky grin.

One skip. Two. Three, four… Five. Only five.

“Ohhhhh.”  Sarah Jane rose to her feet again and gave him a bit of eyebrow. “It’s a poor workman who blames his tools, eh?  Don’t be so glum, you might improve.”

Cocking a hip she whipped her second rock across the water. 

In concentration she touched the tip of her tongue absently to the middle of her upper lip as she counted his skips.  He’d caught up with her brilliantly and she gave an approving shout and slugged him fondly in the elbow, proving all her teasing had been no more than a ruse.

“See!” She chuckled, grinning ear to ear.

He loved rare moments like these - times in which he could relax with whoever gave him company, skipping stones or just admiring the beauty of another planet. The thrill of running from enemies and saving worlds gave him energy, but the joy of days like these gave him repose. And to spend those days with his Sarah Jane gave the rarity of them much more worth.

This was what he was really like.  The people, the aliens who saw him when he was scrambling to save him never knew him like this, and she did worry when trouble put granite in his bright blue eyes.  As breathtaking as he could be when they were in trouble, he was twice that on a lazy day.

“Ha! I learned it dodging Nuns and skipping school.” She wasn’t about to admit that her flailing had been accidental, not a flourish, though she suspected he already knew that.  She went down to her haunches and picked the best rock from her personal her pile then stood up and offered it to him.

Black sand.  Purple sky.  Pink water that sparkled with orange sunlight.  Blue stones.

Sarah Jane gave a narrow-eyed grin at her floppy hatted companion and picked the best stone off her pile.  Round and flat, it fit perfectly in her hand.  Leaning a little to one side, she squinted at the lake, the spun that rock off her fingers with all her might.

One skip. Two.  Six before it disappeared.

“MMMmmf.” She commented, quite smugly, and hunkered back down giving her friend a cheeky grin.

One skip. Two. Three, four… Five. Only five.

“Ohhhhh.”  Sarah Jane rose to her feet again and gave him a bit of eyebrow. “It’s a poor workman who blames his tools, eh?  Don’t be so glum, you might improve.”

Cocking a hip she whipped her second rock across the water. 

In concentration she touched the tip of her tongue absently to the middle of her upper lip as she counted his skips.  He’d caught up with her brilliantly and she gave an approving shout and slugged him fondly in the elbow, proving all her teasing had been no more than a ruse.

“See!” She chuckled, grinning ear to ear.

He loved rare moments like these - times in which he could relax with whoever gave him company, skipping stones or just admiring the beauty of another planet. The thrill of running from enemies and saving worlds gave him energy, but the joy of days like these gave him repose. And to spend those days with his Sarah Jane gave the rarity of them much more worth.

Black sand.  Purple sky.  Pink water that sparkled with orange sunlight.  Blue stones.

Sarah Jane gave a narrow-eyed grin at her floppy hatted companion and picked the best stone off her pile.  Round and flat, it fit perfectly in her hand.  Leaning a little to one side, she squinted at the lake, the spun that rock off her fingers with all her might.

One skip. Two.  Six before it disappeared.

“MMMmmf.” She commented, quite smugly, and hunkered back down giving her friend a cheeky grin.

One skip. Two. Three, four… Five. Only five.

“Ohhhhh.”  Sarah Jane rose to her feet again and gave him a bit of eyebrow. “It’s a poor workman who blames his tools, eh?  Don’t be so glum, you might improve.”

Cocking a hip she whipped her second rock across the water. 

Black sand.  Purple sky.  Pink water that sparkled with orange sunlight.  Blue stones.

Sarah Jane gave a narrow-eyed grin at her floppy hatted companion and picked the best stone off her pile.  Round and flat, it fit perfectly in her hand.  Leaning a little to one side, she squinted at the lake, the spun that rock off her fingers with all her might.

One skip. Two.  Six before it disappeared.

“MMMmmf.” She commented, quite smugly, and hunkered back down giving her friend a cheeky grin.

One skip. Two. Three, four... Five. Only five.