Rating: All ages
Word Count: 3340
Author's Summary: One of these years, Fitz Kreiner was going to learn not to answer his phone.
Characters/Pairings: Alan Jackson, Fitz Kreiner, Maria Jackson, Sarah Jane Smith
Recced because: One of the first stories I recced in this community was Settiai's Rebuilding a Life, an epic NCIS crossover in which Fitz Kreiner was stranded in Washington and ended up in a relationship with one of the characters. This is a non-crossover sequel which doesn't draw on the NCIS background or characters; instead it has Fitz running into Maria Jackson and finally renewing contact with Sarah Jane Smith. A nice slightly angsty story, which also deals with some old-Who canon issues.
"UNIT?" a quiet voice beside him asked hesitantly.
Huh, so the girl was British. He hadn't seen that coming.
Shaking his head, Fitz glanced to his left, trying to see if any of the aliens were heading toward them. He still wasn't certain what species the rainbow-colored aliens belonged to, other than one of the ones that apparently believed humans tasted delicious, but he had thought it prudent to crash their dinner party once he had realized that the teenage girl caged in the corner was going to be part of the meal.
Admittedly, it might have been helpful if he'd had some sort of plan for what to do next, but still. He'd rescued the kid before they could turn her into an hors d'oeuvre. Actually making it out of a half-renovated restaurant couldn't be that difficult.
He glanced back at the teenager after a second or two. He'd had other priorities earlier, and he hadn't taken the time to really look at her until now. The girl looked to be sixteen or so, old enough to get herself into a hell of a lot of trouble but still just a kid. She also looked. . . well, not nearly as terrified as he had been expecting, all things considered.
She was staring at him, the scared look on her face quickly fading into a thoughtful one. "You work for. . . UNIT?" she asked, hesitating just slightly on the last word.
Fitz realized that he had never actually replied to her.
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "It stands for–"
"The Unified Intelligence Taskforce," she cut in. Her voice was shaking, just a little, but other than that Fitz never would have been able to tell that she'd almost been eaten by aliens ten minutes ago. "They're one of the groups that deal with aliens on earth."