Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2724
Author's Summary: And so he tells you now, because he's never told anyone: Sarah Jane is dead.
Characters/Pairings: Fourth Doctor, Other Doctors, Sarah Jane
Warnings: None Given
Recced because: This is a gentle recollection of Sarah Jane, a flash of memory in a life full of people who are always leaving. The author might flirt with melodrama a bit, but also paints a vivid picture with a melancholy style, and still captures the wonder and innocence that is at the heart of all of the best of the Doctor's companions.
It might bother him that his favorite memory of Sarah Jane is the one burning brightly, anticipating its end. It might bother him, because he is so old, and most of his thought cinema is now just stardust -- he doubts he has any more memories of her left to pull. It makes him think, briefly, that maybe his favorite memory of her has already flickered out, and that the one he will tell you of is just his favorite by default.
But as he describes it for you, he knows it's the one he tucked away long ago, with the moniker, never to be forgotten, though it will -- just not yet.
That we can see ahead from the memory he chooses to Sarah's abrupt abandonment sharpens the blow, because we know that Sarah will have to live her words in this story more than just saying them, and both trust and forgive the Doctor for not being able to truly say goodbye. This piece gives us a glimpse of a Sarah Jane who can do just that, even as it gives us a glimpse of a Doctor who can finally let himself let her go.