#jogrants

" ... were they your shirts?"

is that the first answer that should leave her mouth? probably not.

"sorry, do you need a paper towel? are there even any paper towels around here?" the tardis is always changing; if she doesn't want you to find something you're not going to find it. she'd learned that one fast. the reverse is true, too.

"i'm scared all the time." what's the point in hiding it? of course she's scared. with the things she's seen and done, there's no way not to be. "i shouldn't tell you this, 'cause it's probably your future, but we were in london and ... oh, it was this big thing, and the sontarans were there. those big ... potato ones. 'cause they are, they look like potatoes. and i had to take one out, on my own, with a mallet. i was terrified!"

she still is, if she thinks about it - her mum and her grandad were in danger, and if she hadn't done something they were going to die.

and she'd been on her own.

. The table was piled high with crates, each one filled with seven cylindrical columns of tightly packed soil. More often than not, the work of an archaeologist was not particularly glamorous. She supposed that was why she hadn't that many volunteers, though UNIT, who were oh-so-kindly funding this whole operation, had mentioned that someone had shown interest. Truth be told, she hadn't expected anyone particularly special. Certainly not someone she had heard so much about.

❝ ..... Jo Grant ? It is, isn't it? Oh he never stops talking about y- I mean, ah, I've heard so much about you. ❞ Inwardly, she chided herself for the slip of the tongue. Nonetheless a smile crept onto her features, extending a hand to the other woman. ❝ Professor Melodie Williams, it's a pleasure to finally meet. ❞

"Josephine Grant!" Missy exclaimed, grinning broadly. "It is an honor. I mean, well and truly, an honor."

She would never admit it, but Jo was one of her favorites of the Doctor's humans.

She can't help but smile at spotting the familiar face of the woman. It's like seeing an old friend after a while, except without all the things that usually accompanied with seeing the Doctor. Jo has always been an exception among humans when it came to the Master. "Ah, Miss Josephine Grant! You always were my favorite, don't tell the others!"

Zari felt so numb now as he sat in the grass. His eyes stared forward a little unseeing, his mind clearly off somewhere far away. This was it. He was stuck here in Earth. The TARDIS he crashed into the planet with was beyond saving. He was essentially marooned on this little planet in the little corner of the universe. Damn.

At least he was lucky. Maybe too lucky. He ended up within reach of a former friend of his father’s. Now he just had to process everything that’s happened. He didn’t really notice when Jo came out to join him, not until she was already practically next to him.