Our World to Save

Under the Scottish Sun

"So I take it that you've got a problem with the approaching rat, yeah?" said Clara.

"Indeed, dear, I do. You can never trust a rat enough to turn your back." replied Sirius, carefully backing away from the chittering creature.

The two had made it as far at the first few rows of trees when the mangy beast had appeared, and Clara hadn't even noticed him.

Sirius, on the other hand, had stopped his cautious slinking to look suspiciously at the thing.

"Look, dear, I don't think the rat's gonna hurt us, but just to be sure, why don't you do your dog thing and eat him?"

"Right then." said Sirius, and the rat's life was quite cut short.

"Feel better?"

"I do."

"On we go."

Now the pair traveled through the forest, getting caught in swamps, sinking just a tich into the magical quicksand traps, and getting swiped at by monstrous trees that looked a bit too much like the whomping willow for Sirius' taste. The escapees had just finished wading through some rather nasty black bile from a really feral looking sphinx-like creature when bright, yellow light began to stream through the trees.

"What d'you reckon?" asked Clara.

"Could be a trick, but I don't think they'd go to this much trouble, do you?"

"No, I don't. Want to give it a go?"

Walking through the last row of trees, Clara vision was filled with the lovely countryside of what she assumed was nineteen-ninety-three Scotland. Sirius had been counting the days. There were trees of cherry, apple and evergreen all around, and wide, open expanses of what looked to be grazing fields. Clara breathed in deeply, smelling the fresh life of a new day. Beside her, Sirius was crying silent tears.

Reaching out to hold his hand, Clara asked Sirius "Where've we come out?"

Pausing just a moment, he said "Well, love, it looks like we've made it back to the mainland."

"Lovely, then, want to go for a run?" She asked with a grin.

Wiping away tears of disbelief, Sirius could only grin back before he transformed.

And so, the lady and the tramp ran a victory lap around the Scottish countryside, rushing through the grass, climbing the tallest trees. They bathed in the river, uncaring of the cold. A first meal of apples, a honeysuckle flower for Clara's drying hair.

Finally, she had escaped, and for the first time in twelve years, Sirius Black was free.

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