of grandfathers and granddaughters [Doctor Who, prompt 29: Cradle]
Originally posted by mainli at of grandfathers and granddaughters [Doctor Who, prompt 29: Cradle]
Title: of grandfathers and granddaughters
Rating: G
Prompt: Cradle, 29
Word Count: 405
Characters: Susan Foreman, First Doctor
I do not own Doctor Who, or am in anyway affiliated with it or BBC.
When they told him, he had a granddaughter, it was with solemn faces and airs, as the Time Lords were so prone to. They possessed none of the excitement that humans had over a birth-and though at times he found humans a bit silly, their manners was also refreshing, especially when compared to the Time Lords.
And so, with the small rattle that he managed to procure from the time that had always been his favorite on earth-the Victorian age-- some time ago, clasped in his right hand, he made his way down to the birthing center, ignoring the other Gallifreyans in his haste.
When he reached his daughter’s room, he arranged his features so he didn’t look quite so anxious and worried, and more his calm self. His expression still missed the usual combination of something resembling what some so eloquently described as ‘curmudgeon’.
His daughter was stretched out on her bed, her eyes closed. Her breathing was even, but he stepped forward, scanning her face for any sign of anything other than the normal fatigue after a birthing. She seemed fine, and the birthing medic standing in the corner nodded her assurance.
A cradle was positioned near the bed, one with sliver trees and the two suns painted on it. A small, thin, infant laid in there, a dark fuzz of hair on her head. Carefully, he reached out, offering the rattle. Her small hands weren’t even big enough to hold, and her fingers slipped across it, as though she wasn’t sure what they were supposed to do.
A small laugh escaped his lips, a rare occurrence. The infant stared up at him, her eyes unfocused, but bright. She was going to be clever, he knew.
“We’re giving her two names.” His daughter’s voice, faint, but clear, spoke up, and he turned to look at her. “Arkytior,” she spoke the Gallifreyan name smoothly, not slipping on it like she did on some Gallifreyan words. “And an Earth name. Susan.”
He smiled, taking the child’s hand with his own. “Susan.”
-----
Five years later, his daughter and her husband died in a small battle with the insert. And when he brought Susan back to the House after the ceremony, after the flames had flickered down, he resolved that this will never happen to his granddaughter. If she died, she was going doing something she loved, not amidst anger and fear.
Ten years later, he took her to her grandmother’s planet.
Notes:
1: I went with Susan having a natural birth, rather than being made by the Looms, since that seems to be to the popular opinion.
2: I have a theory that the Doctor's wife was from Earth, since he seems so attached it, even when he was slightly disparaging of humans in some of his incarnation.
Title: of grandfathers and granddaughters
Rating: G
Prompt: Cradle, 29
Word Count: 405
Characters: Susan Foreman, First Doctor
I do not own Doctor Who, or am in anyway affiliated with it or BBC.
When they told him, he had a granddaughter, it was with solemn faces and airs, as the Time Lords were so prone to. They possessed none of the excitement that humans had over a birth-and though at times he found humans a bit silly, their manners was also refreshing, especially when compared to the Time Lords.
And so, with the small rattle that he managed to procure from the time that had always been his favorite on earth-the Victorian age-- some time ago, clasped in his right hand, he made his way down to the birthing center, ignoring the other Gallifreyans in his haste.
When he reached his daughter’s room, he arranged his features so he didn’t look quite so anxious and worried, and more his calm self. His expression still missed the usual combination of something resembling what some so eloquently described as ‘curmudgeon’.
His daughter was stretched out on her bed, her eyes closed. Her breathing was even, but he stepped forward, scanning her face for any sign of anything other than the normal fatigue after a birthing. She seemed fine, and the birthing medic standing in the corner nodded her assurance.
A cradle was positioned near the bed, one with sliver trees and the two suns painted on it. A small, thin, infant laid in there, a dark fuzz of hair on her head. Carefully, he reached out, offering the rattle. Her small hands weren’t even big enough to hold, and her fingers slipped across it, as though she wasn’t sure what they were supposed to do.
A small laugh escaped his lips, a rare occurrence. The infant stared up at him, her eyes unfocused, but bright. She was going to be clever, he knew.
“We’re giving her two names.” His daughter’s voice, faint, but clear, spoke up, and he turned to look at her. “Arkytior,” she spoke the Gallifreyan name smoothly, not slipping on it like she did on some Gallifreyan words. “And an Earth name. Susan.”
He smiled, taking the child’s hand with his own. “Susan.”
-----
Five years later, his daughter and her husband died in a small battle with the insert. And when he brought Susan back to the House after the ceremony, after the flames had flickered down, he resolved that this will never happen to his granddaughter. If she died, she was going doing something she loved, not amidst anger and fear.
Ten years later, he took her to her grandmother’s planet.
Notes:
1: I went with Susan having a natural birth, rather than being made by the Looms, since that seems to be to the popular opinion.
2: I have a theory that the Doctor's wife was from Earth, since he seems so attached it, even when he was slightly disparaging of humans in some of his incarnation.