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It's time for sleep.
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“Mmmm… so you say,” Susan replied skeptically. She narrowed her eyes at him and folded her arms over her chest. “What regeneration are you on? Have you continued being so very careless? I wouldn’t be surprised if you were on your last with the way you used to just throw yourself into things without a thought!”
What sounded like Susan chastising him caused her to smile. She always loved how her grandfather was concerned mostly with experiencing the universe. Everything else was secondary. His rebellious nature, his intelligence, his inquiring mind, his adventurous soul… that was what made her enjoy being around him. She’d been searching for a place to belong… to make a home… but she’d really been with it the entire time.
“I’ve missed you since the last time I saw you. How many regenerations have you burned through? I saw you last when you were on number 7 or 8 I believe.”
He mimicked her and folded his arms but quickly unfolded them and simply pushed his hands into his trouser pockets. “I’m on my eleventh regeneration and I thought about it.” He pouted. “Sacrificed myself for a friend. A good friend he was.”
The Doctor felt like he was being scolded but then she was smiling which only confused him more, “I’ve gone through a few at least since you last saw my face… well a different face. Same me.”
"Eleventh?! What?! Oh, Grandfather, you simply must be more careful. Saving your friend was certainly worth it, but... well... you're running out!" Susan was now more concerned for her grandfather than ever. "Is that why you're so young? Do you intend to stay in this one a while?" She really could only hope that was true, unless... perhaps something had changed during the Time War and they had all been granted more regenerations... at least all those who had served. She wasn't really sure, and even if that had happened it likely wouldn't affect her, since she'd been in her bubble universe at the end of the war.
Guilt and Gallifrey || Open to any Time Ladies
The Doctor stared in astonishment at the girl standing mere feet away from him. This couldn’t be possible, how was he meeting her again? The twisting feeling in his stomach he hadn’t felt for a long time returned. Gallifrey.It was gone, all his fault. And this girl in front of him was a reminder of that, a reminder that he ruined lives, caused so much pain. Sometimes he felt like a Time Lord lived too long.
She turned around to look at him, and he dropped his gaze, staring at his feet and turning around to leave, his cheeks flushing in the embarrassment of being caught staring. It had been a long time since he’d seen her, probably was just a human who happened to look similar, he was just imagine things, surely?
Susan had the bizarre feeling she was being watched. It was coupled with a prickle in her consciousness, a tingling which suggested she was near another Time Lord or Lady. She turned around and found a man - a boy - staring. He averted his gaze. At first, she'd thought he'd just been staring because he thought she was attractive, but there was no heat in his gaze. Simply... emotional longing.
She cleared her throat, debated whether to speak to him or not for half a second and then took the plunge. "You look familiar. Have we met?"
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Morning! I'm Susan! Who are you?!
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I’m not sure. You don’t look familiar. My name is Susan. What’s yours?
Well, I wouldn’t, would I? I’m far more box-y and blue normally. Silly head.
{—A bright smile crosses her features as it registers just who she is.}
Susie! Oh, my dear, dear Susie! It’s me; Sexy. Or I suppose your grandpappy would have just called me the TARDIS back when, hm?
Susan blinked and then blinked some more.
But- but- how? You... I... Did he upgrade you? Or... how is this... but you're... and you were... can you still travel? I don't...
A Broken Promise//Susanwanders
The Doctor looked around, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight. He had landed outside an ice cream shop, and his eyes widened when he thought he saw Susan. Rubbing his eyes, he made sure there was nothing in them and that they were working correctly. The Doctor confirmed it was her, Susan. It was her scent. A small smile slowly spread on his face, it was Susan, his Susan. The Doctor's shone with actual happiness, more than he had had in a long time.
The Doctor took off on a sprint to catch up to her and before he knew it he was shouting her name. "Susan! Susan stop!" He wasn't going to let her go again.
Susan stopped and turned to look over her shoulder. She didn't see anyone she knew, and so she turned back toward the tube. Instinct made her stop. Who was that man who was sprinting in her direction? She turned back around, licking her ice cream cone as she studied as his face. No. Not familiar.
Maybe he was talking to some other Susan.
She tried to casually wait for him to pass her and in order to not look as if she was waiting on him (just in case), she pulled her recently acquired iPod from her pocket and began to play with it as if it were the most interesting thing in the universe.
It took a moment for her to realize the man had been yelling for her and he'd come to stop beside her. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" she asked.
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“Thank you,” Susan replied politely to the compliment. She scrunched her nose a bit at the mention of the Doctor’s first form. She liked that one. A lot. Not that the others were bad; they were all still her grandfather, after all, but it felt odd calling some of them grandfather. Especially the ones which looked like they could be her brother… or worse, her boyfriend.
“How have you been? What have you been doing?” Susan really wanted to ask what had happened at the end of the Time War and how her mother seemed to have escaped the fate of the rest of their race, but it didn’t seem like the right time.
Rana couldn’t help but laugh softly at the face her daughter made. It felt wonderful getting to talk to Susan again, it had been a very long time after all.
“Oh you know me, i’ve been here and there. Angered some political leaders, but mostly staying out of trouble. What about you?” she questioned with a smile.
"Well... I helped rebuild a culture after the Daleks destroyed it. Married a human... had a family... lost a family... went to war... the usual," Susan replied after a moment. She wondered if her mother had missed the entire Time War, and if so, how she had managed that one. Susan hadn't been given a choice, she'd been instantly called back to Gallifrey from where and when she was. When the Time Lord High Council summons, you go, if you wanted to continue being.
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Reunion... of sorts | aloneinthebluebox
She didn’t understand not really. How could their entire planet have been lost? How could the Daleks have accomplished that? How did he survive?
Susan pulled him close again, clutching his coat as she buried her face in his chest. She’d lost her husband, the children they’d adopted, the one she’d bore… and now her entire race, too? A whole planet snuffed out? For what?
She let out a sob unintentionally and her body shook with the force of it. “I hate them,” she said darkly. “I hate the Daleks. I wish we could have gone back in time and killed all the Kaleds before they’d mutated.”
The Doctor looked to Susan studying the emotions on her face, watching as she took the news in that the one world, everyone who lived on and every timelord who no longer alive. The Doctor could understand the complicated emotions she must of felt hearing and understand the news. When she pulled him into embrace again, he let her and he slipped his arms around her, holding her into his chest and let her sob, it was all he could provide.
“They survived. Well some of them survived.” The Doctor muttered slightly. “There was a day on Earth, the Daleks returned, caused yet again another war but not against just humans, but men of metal. Cybermen..- Daleks just survive.” The Doctor spoke slowly as he stared forward as he remember that day. He remember when the Daleks suddenly returned and although they were defeated, at what cost? At the cost of him losing the only person who was keeping him from being alone. Frowning deeply at the memory he suddenly gripped Susan tighter.
"What happened to Gallifrey? How did they..."
She trailed off, the words eaten by emotion. She knew she should probably stop clinging to him. After all, she was old enough now to handle losses like this. Even as badly as this hurt, nothing compared to losing her children. Nothing. She swallowed hard, before asking the next difficult question. "Is every one else... gone?"
Until she heard the answer she could hold out for the hope that at least some of the Lungbarrow cousins were still out there. Honestly, she'd be happy to know someone from any of the houses was still alive.
The Birth of Smith-Foreman Investigative Services | yoursarahjane
Sarah Jane wandered around the hallways of the factory, looking for something.. Anything, really, that would show signs of there being something wrong with the tapes.
As she walked back into the main hallway, she could hear another person’s footsteps and she quickly turned around to face the direction they sounded from. She saw a woman walking toward her. The woman looked quite familiar, if she was honest, but her mind was too far in other mysteries to figure out where she had seen her before.
Sarah raised her eyebrows at the other woman as she introduced herself. She noticed that she paused before saying her name, and was becoming suspicious. Were these people onto her?
“Hello, Tina. Sarah Jane Smith.” She gave her a quick, small smile, “Thank you, I’m quite fine though. Still looking around.” She gave a curt nod.
Her voice was colder than usual as she spoke to the woman, hoping it would encourage her to leave. She couldn’t have this investigation ruined.
But at the same time, she still wondered where she had seen this woman before. Was she just someone she had seen on the street? Or had they had a significant run in? She did know that if she had actually known her, her name definitely was not Tina.
Oh blast. What now? Susan didn't have an excuse to stick around after such an efficient brush off. It had been a long time since she'd gone out onto a limb and tried something like this. What would her grandfather do? When backed into a corner he'd... he'd just tell the truth. Maybe. Sort of the truth.
She sighed. "Listen, my name isn't Tina and I don't work her. My name is Susan... and... I have a friend... who disappeared after buying one of the cassettes this factory makes, and I thought I'd come by. It's not logical, but I just wanted to look around for him. They think I'm with you. Do you mind terribly if I... tag along? I'll be quiet. I promise."
Extremely quiet. In fact, Susan wouldn't say a word. She'd simply walk around and look and use her mind. That was the best tool she had, especially since she hadn't thought to bring anything else.
“Oh, I’m not particularly worried. Just… surprised, is all,” she explained. She held her hand out to Vastra. “I’m Susan. It’s lovely to meet you. What may I call you?”
Susan hadn’t yet determined how to take Vastra. She didn’t distrust her, per se, but she hadn’t exactly decided to trust her, yet, either. After all, a Silurian in the middle of Victorian London… well… that wasn’t supposed to happen, was it?
Vastra grasped it in her own, gloved, hand. “Vastra,” she said as she gave it a firm shake. “The feeling is mutual.”
“I must say, it’s rare people are so calm around me, I’m not very used to strangers being civil, though that seems to be a common flaw with humans, even to their own kind.”
"Oh well that," Susan answered as they shook hands. "I'm not... exactly from around here, myself." She couldn't help but smile to herself. There was a time when she'd have tried to deny being from another planet, but passing as human had become too difficult the older she'd gotten. She'd been through too much, she knew too much. Though it didn't look it, this regeneration was starting to break down, she'd been in it for so many years she'd lost track. It was, after all, her first.
"I'm from a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away."
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“As long as you’re the Doctor, I’m your Susan,” she answered. “I’m the very same girl who agreed to go on an adventure with her grandfather shortly after she entered the Academy. I’m the same girl who accompanied him to Earth in the 1960s and attended school at the Coal Hill School. I’m the same girl who was so utterly un-human, her teachers were concerned and followed her to an old junkyard just to make sure things were alright. I’m the girl who came up with the acronym TARDIS and who watched yours have her chameleon circuit malfunction so that it became stuck in the shape of a silly blue police box.”
She shrugged and waited a moment. “So, if you’re the Doctor who left his granddaughter in London in 2167 because she fell in love with a human, then I’m your Susan.”
The Doctor stared down at her but then slowly began to smile. There was no way anyone would know so much about Susan unless they were either one of them. He let out a chuckle as he recalled fond memories of the two of them traveling together. “Calling her the TARDIS was one of the best things you did.”
His head then fell slightly. “I’m sorry the way we left things off… But you were so in love with David. You deserved a future with him and away from me, not having to take care of your grandfather. I’ve faired fairly well on my own.” His eyes rose to meet hers again.
"Mmmm... so you say," Susan replied skeptically. She narrowed her eyes at him and folded her arms over her chest. "What regeneration are you on? Have you continued being so very careless? I wouldn't be surprised if you were on your last with the way you used to just throw yourself into things without a thought!"
What sounded like Susan chastising him caused her to smile. She always loved how her grandfather was concerned mostly with experiencing the universe. Everything else was secondary. His rebellious nature, his intelligence, his inquiring mind, his adventurous soul... that was what made her enjoy being around him. She'd been searching for a place to belong... to make a home... but she'd really been with it the entire time.
"I've missed you since the last time I saw you. How many regenerations have you burned through? I saw you last when you were on number 7 or 8 I believe."
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“To be fair, you were for a while,” Susan answered after a long silence. She was feeling the differences between this body and the one she’d seen him in last. He felt taller, stronger… lonelier. She closed her eyes. “I accidentally created a bubble universe and was trapped there for a while. Well, actually, it didn’t feel too very long to me, but it must have been a long time for you.”
She leaned back to look up at him. “What happened, Grandfather? What happened at the end of the war? Did we defeat all of the Daleks? What happened to Gallifrey?”
“Yes. I really was.” The Doctor spoke quietly and softly as he held onto Susan keeping her close as if she might not be real, and it was something his head was trying to do to hurt him. He couldn’t let her go, he felt her heartbeats against his chest and he couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t alone. Not anymore. “A bubble universe? So time went past in seconds whereas it was years for me here.” He muttered, closing his eyes, thinking how long he had been left here by himself believing he was alone and having to watch everyone he got close to filling the lonliness leave him.
“The war? Everyone lost. Everyone.” He looked down at Susan, sadness filled his eyes as he remembered Gallifrey, the planet which they once called home and he had to swallow the lump which formed in his throat. He couldn’t even say the words but simply just shook his head in hope she would understand its meaning.
She didn't understand not really. How could their entire planet have been lost? How could the Daleks have accomplished that? How did he survive?
Susan pulled him close again, clutching his coat as she buried her face in his chest. She'd lost her husband, the children they'd adopted, the one she'd bore... and now her entire race, too? A whole planet snuffed out? For what?
She let out a sob unintentionally and her body shook with the force of it. "I hate them," she said darkly. "I hate the Daleks. I wish we could have gone back in time and killed all the Kaleds before they'd mutated."
Susan nodded and glanced about to make sure no one was watching them that closely. She lowered her voice and tried to pretend as if they were old friends who just happened to meet on the street. She wasn’t sure she was successful. “Because there aren’t very many of your kind who… well… it’s just… human’s aren’t supposed to have contact with… non-humans… and realize it until the 21st century. So you being here, now, well, it’s unusual. Especially given that Earth has… or had… people who looked out for this sort of thing… once upon a time.”
Vastra shrugged, she was correct, but officials rarely tried to mess with her thanks to all the good she had done. “Many debts are owed to me,” she said as an explanation. “And don’t worry about them knowing about me, very few do, and the few that do are exceptionally trustworthy.”
"Oh, I'm not particularly worried. Just... surprised, is all," she explained. She held her hand out to Vastra. "I'm Susan. It's lovely to meet you. What may I call you?"
Susan hadn't yet determined how to take Vastra. She didn't distrust her, per se, but she hadn't exactly decided to trust her, yet, either. After all, a Silurian in the middle of Victorian London... well... that wasn't supposed to happen, was it?
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Susan quickly returned the hug, though she sighed in clear frustration. “You’re not supposed to use that name,” she admonished half-heartedly. She pulled away from the hug to look at her a little closer. “You look younger than me, now. I’ve put off my first regeneration for… too long, I think.”
Rana laughed softly. “I know i’m not. But i did anyway.” She stared at her daughter, it was odd seeing her looking older than Rana herself looked. “I’m glad you’ve stayed out of trouble. Just remember how old your grandfather looked before his first regeneration. I only look so young cause this is my fifth.” she told with a small smile. “You look fantastic sweetie.”
"Thank you," Susan replied politely to the compliment. She scrunched her nose a bit at the mention of the Doctor's first form. She liked that one. A lot. Not that the others were bad; they were all still her grandfather, after all, but it felt odd calling some of them grandfather. Especially the ones which looked like they could be her brother... or worse, her boyfriend.
"How have you been? What have you been doing?" Susan really wanted to ask what had happened at the end of the Time War and how her mother seemed to have escaped the fate of the rest of their race, but it didn't seem like the right time.