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Last Year's Blooms, by Etherati.
PG. Four, Sarah Jane, Jack Harkness.
Learning to dance, relearning the dance of the left-behind, and things blowing up.
Spoilers: Parting of the Ways

He’s about three-quarters the way around the room when the live band switches to something old — some Glenn Miller, bouncy and lively and it’s vaguely familiar, tickling at the front of his brain like a half-remembered dream. He pauses, trying to place the tune, figure out what memory it’s linked to.

He doesn’t mean to eavesdrop on the locals, in that moment of thought, but some conversations are meant to be overheard.

Beautifully done, and the voices are just right.

The Unimaginable Romana, by labingi.
Light R. Ten/Romana 2-3, implied Four/Romana.
The Doctor ponders what might happen if (E-Space) Romana returned.

And there she is, sonic screwdriver equally poised, staring with a shock that matches his own. She hasn't aged a day.
"Romana!"
"Doctor?"
"I thought you were the Master."
"But I thought you were." (Though why Romana should expect the Master to pop up, he has no idea.)

You know how you imagine all the different ways something could happen? The Doctor does that, both amusingly and touchingly.