Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2,807
Author's Summary: Sam comes face-to-face with her limitations.
Characters/Pairings: Sam Jones
Recced because: Sam Jones was pretty much prototypical teen idealism on legs. Her concept of the truth was sometimes a bit too pure and/or simple (albeit for, ahem, reasons that later became clear), but there are worse things to unleash on the spacetime continuum.
This fic is more about the world getting unleashed on Sam. Bex captures her perspective excellently: Colors seem bright, emotions seem pure, the Doctor's mood swings seem beautiful, and the odd position of being, essentially, the Doctor's ward is clear in Sam's mind yet borne easily. Sam has to assimilate the fact that good intentions aren't always enough, but learns the value of hope in the process. A lovely little snapshot from the idealistic side of Who.
She'd gotten over the incident with time. Yeah, she understood better now what he'd meant. They stumbled across enough people in real danger that needed helping. They didn't need to go looking for trouble. She should be satisfied with what they were able to accomplish.
She sighed and finished folding the worn T-shirt, put it away in her box of keepsakes.
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