Masques and the Ace of Spades (Sarah Jane and 4)

She bumped into his backside as he hesitated going through the door. Clearly he was on high alert, for he wrapped her hand up in his and lead them out. In just a few steps, they were running. He was really stretching his legs and it was all she could to to keep her feet under her as he dragged her along. Had he seen something she hadn't? Smelled something she hadn't with his great nose? If he got one more turn away from where she was pretty certain the TARDIS was (a left and a right behind them now) Sarah Jane was going to dig in her heels and -

That thought was broken off as she was suddenly released, and the Doctor was diving forward. She bounced a hip and a forearm off the wall, eyes wide to see what her friend had run into. It appeared to be a small portion of the staff, all in a lump now under her tall and spangled friend. She was reaching for him to pull him away and continue with their unplanned escape when she saw the knife handle sticking out of him. She recoiled, her hand flashing first toward her mouth as she let out -

"Oh Doctor!" in a hasty breath. Then she was reaching for the knife for just an instant before realizing she shouldn't. Now she looked to those that he had flattened, ready to cut someone a new frontal lobe with the sharp edge of her tongue, and get a Doctor there for them on the March.

"Oi ! YOu lousy lot-!"

She felt a little shake come on in her worry for her friend and the metal inside him, but she ignored it, and if she kept her hands in fists, her voice did not waver.