Disclaimer, I own nothing. Okay, so I was really interested in the Turn Left Timeline. What happened to Sarah Jane? Obviously she died in the hospital, but what happened to her between Christmas and then? How did she cope with the Doctor's Death? How did if influence her and the kids? This is my version of that. I might do a Torchwood rendition later, but for now I'm focused on this. Please enjoy and comment 3

"Then you'll never guess what Maria did! She when right up to him, grabbed the book out of his hand and said, 'Excuse me, sir, but...' Mum? Mum? Mum are you okay?"

But Sarah Jane Smith wasn't listening to her son at all, she stood frozen, the dish she was washing still in her hand.

"Mum?" Luke said again cautiously. "Can you hear me?" Luke touched his mother gently on her arm, looked up with a start, the dish in her hands crashing onto the floor and shattering.

"What? Oh, sorry, Luke. Shoot, now I have to clean this up. What were you saying?" Sarah Jane said hastily trying to cover her moment of phasing out.

"Are you okay?" Luke asked.

"Of course, why don't I finish this up, you can go up to bed."

"It's only 7:00." said Luke.

"Oh, yes, is your homework done?"

"It's Christmas break..." He reminded her, "Mum, are you okay? What just happened?"

"Nothing happened," Sarah Jane assured him, "Sorry, I'm getting old, mind starts going blank every now and then."

Luke smiled, "You're not old."

Sarah Jane smiled back at her son, "Most women my age would be knitting sweaters and playing canasta."

"That's so boring though."

"My thoughts exactly, what's the point in life if you can't hunt down a Slitheen every now and then?" Sarah Jane laughed, "Why don't you go over and see how Maria's Christmas was, go on, off you pop."

"You sure you're all right?"

"I'm fine." Sarah Jane promised, "Now go."

Luke smiled and went out the front door. But Sarah Jane did not feel fine at all. She felt like something terrible had happened, something so terrible she didn't even want to think about what it could be. Part of her felt empty and hollow, but she didn't know why. Despite the fact she had just had a lovely holiday with her son, she felt like crying. As soon as she was sure Luke was across the street, she abandoned the after Christmas dishes and hurried up to the attic.

"Mr. Smith, I need you." She said the second she walked in the door.

"Sarah Jane, I was wondering when you'd come up." the computer replied in its usual monotone.

"What do you mean?"

"Have you been watching the sky?" Mr. Smith asked.

Sarah Jane had to admit she hadn't been. She had been determined to give her son the best Christmas ever which meant no alien interferences.

"What's been happening? Show me?" Sarah Jane demanded. Mr. Smith's screen filled with an image of a star like ship hovering over London, right when Sarah Jane was about to wonder what it was, bursts of lightning started shooting from it, killing the bystanders below.

"That's what was on my television." A voice came from behind Sarah Jane making her jump. Maria, Luke, and Clyde were standing in the door. "I was just getting ready to come over here when Luke got to my house. The man on the tele was calling it a killer Christmas star."

"Identification, Racnoss, a humanoid arachnid from the Mutter's Spiral, this 'star' was, was there spaceship. The racnoss race has not been seen in over a billion years and was notably destroyed by the Time Lords of Gallifrey." The words Time Lord and Gallifrey weighed heavy in Sarah Jane's stomach.

"So what are they doing in London if they haven't been seen in a billion years?" Clyde asked.

"Data insignificant," Mr. Smith replied, "Both the racnoss ship, and any other relics have been destroyed fifteen minutes ago."

"Who destroyed them?" asked Maria.

"UNIT." the computer said.

"Thank you, Mr. Smith, keep scanning, and let me know if you find anything." Sarah Jane said.

"Yes, Sarah Jane." The computer answered, closing up once again.

"So what do we do?" Clyde asked, excitement filling his voice.

"We're not going to do anything." Sarah Jane told him, "It's been taken care of already, you heard Mr. Smith. Now I suggest you both go home and finish up your Christmases."

"But something big is going down!" Clyde complained.

"No, it went down." said Sarah Jane, "It's over, none of our concern anymore."

"But what if..." Started Maria.

"Someone else has taken care of it." Sarah Jane told them, "Look, go home, enjoy your Christmas. I'm sure it won't be long until our next emergency, so let's not go looking for more than we need, alright?"

Both kids looked disheartened but nodded. "See you tomorrow, then." Maria sighed, as she and Clyde left the attic.

Luke put his hand on his Mum's shoulder, "You sure you're alright?" He asked again.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Sarah Jane assured him, "Look at me. I look fine. You need to stop worrying so much."

"I can't help but worry about you." Luke said.

"You're so sweet, but I'm the parent, it's my job to worry about you." Sarah Jane told him. She hugged him, "Come on, then, let's see if we can find any presents that we missed."