Susan Foreman was lying on her back and staring up at the black evening sky. The garden was submerged in shadows. If her mind had been on Earth with the rest of her, Susan might have wondered who actually owned it, now that that version of Sarah Jane had gone. She might even have wondered where that version of Sarah Jane had gone
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He stepped out onto the grass and was about to step further when he saw her. He froze.
"Susan?" He shook his head, she couldn't be real. Something was trying to trick him. Yet for some reason, he couldn't seem to stop himself from calling out again, "Susan...?"
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"Hello," she said, shyly, getting to her feet to greet him properly.
He was looking at her very strangely. A lot of people did that, actually. As if she couldn't possibly be here. No-one had mentioned the Time War. She didn't know what would happen to her in the future. It was better that way, and she always enjoyed living life as and when it happened.
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He couldn't seem to stop himself from repeating her name. It was one he hadn't used in such a long time, one he hadn't let himself use. There were so many things he wanted to say to her, so many thoughts he wanted to express.There were stories to tell her, things he'd meant to say if he ever met her again, all lost and abandoned, flooding back.
But all that would come out was her name.
"You are Susan?" he managed, finally, "That is your name?"
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Although, it wasn't really her name. It was the name she'd chosen, a very long time ago. When they'd first left Gallifrey.
He'd chosen 'the Doctor', but his Granddaughter had gone for something infinitely simpler. She'd grown rather fond of it over the years. Grown into it, even. It had always seemed to fit, somehow. She'd adopted various aliases at various times, but none of them had ever felt quite right. Using then had been like wearing a second skin - one which didn't quite fit - over her own.
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It was Susan. Susan Foreman. His granddaughter.
"Hello," he finally managed to say out loud. He wasn't entirely sure how intelligent he sounded, being still half-way in a state of shock. All the times he'd wondered, where had see been? Where had she gone, what had she seen? Was she happy? Was her life on Earth everything she'd wanted it to be and more?
There were so many questions, too many to choose from. "How are you?" was all he could manage to get out.
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Please say something. Please tell me you know who I am. You're frightening me, Grandfather!
Admittedly, even when he did speak, he didn't do very much to sooth her fears, but at least the Doctor was speaking. At least he didn't ask any questions that indicated her name was unfamiliar.
"I'm fine," she said carefully, reaching out to touch his arm, before deciding against it and dropping her hand back to her side. Best not to do that, not just yet. It was a familiar gesture for her, but she should really wait until she was sure he was familiar himself. "Are ( ... )
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"I'm fine," he said, stuttering a bit, echoing her words. This was not how he'd pictured meeting her again, not how he'd seen it the moment he left her behind.
Of course, he'd had know way of knowing exactly how it would have turned out. He'd always pictured it in his first incarnation, even when he was several regenerations past that. He thought of the two of them and thought of his first self, never his current self. Perhaps that was throwing it off a bit? Perhaps that's the reason it was so hard. He was a different man now, would she still see him the same way ( ... )
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Unable to stop herself even if she'd actually wanted to, the young Time Lady found herself wrapping her arms around her Grandfather's neck, hugging him tightly.
"Oh, I thought you'd forgotten who I was!" she exclaimed, "Or that you'd come from a universe where I didn't exist..."
Or something equally unpleasant. She didn't want to try and work out what.
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"How could I forget you, Susan?" he said, his grin twice as wide as before. Whole centuries could go by, faces change, time continues on, and yet, in a weird sort of way, they still seemed to be able to pick up where they'd left off.
"And why would I come from a universe where you didn't exist?" he asked, jokingly, mid-hug, "I'd hate it! What a terrible universe!"
He didn't mention that, according to his now remarkably screwed up time line, she hadn't existed in the universe for quite some time. That didn't matter, not now, not here. There had to be some advantages to dangerous fluctuations in time.
"So how are you," he asked, still grinning as he let her go, "Really? And don't just say 'fine' this time, I want actual details."
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"But I am fine," she laughed, "I miss David and the children quite a lot, but it's wonderful seeing Ian again. And seeing you, of course."
She hadn't really wanted to add the last part - it hardly seemed necessary, after all - but she found herself saying it anyway.
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But it did. And suddenly, he realized why.
"That makes me a great-grandfather now," he said, suddenly, "Blimey, that's a bit odd, isn't it? Me, a great-grandfather. Take some time getting used to, I think."
He grinned, "But it's good to hear you're doing well. That's brilliant, really."
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It was a biological impossibility, although it was something they'd discussed in detail. In the end, they'd chosen to look after the war orphans rather than waste time and energy (and money they didn't have) on trying to conceive.
"Their names are Barbara and Ian," she added, proudly. "I've told them both so much about you. Your great-grandchildren."
It did sound odd. Wonderfully odd.
"What about you?" she added, "How are you doing?"
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And all this time, he'd been blundering about, running, wandering, chasing, fighting, never knowing that somewhere he had two great-grandchildren who only knew him through stories their mother told them.
His grin faltered a bit. What was that he'd said about one day coming back?
"I'm doing...er, well-ish," he said, "You know, as well as you can be with 99% of the universe sort of disappearing on you, and the TARDIS not working, and-" he glanced at her again, straight at her. She was gone, to him, she'd been gone for years - more than that, eternities, it seemed. And now here she was.
"It's been an interesting few centuries," he said, finally.
[OMG! I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond! It's been a bit chaotic, here. Promise I'm back though!]
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"My TARDIS isn't working either," she said with a wry smile, "I've stopped trying to fix her. If you - any of you - haven't been able to, then I doubt I'll be manage to succeed!"
She raised an eyebrow, looking at him carefully, her head tilted to one side.
"Well-ish?"
Don't worry about it! This seems to be a hectic time of year for most people.
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It was difficult to look at her. On the one hand, he was completely and utterly overjoyed to see her again, as any grandfather separated from his granddaughter for several centuries would. He enjoyed listening to her, to where she was, her life, her family, her children. All those years he wondered, where had she gone next?
But at the same time, he couldn't quite stand it. Not her in anyway, he loved hearing from her, but the sensation that came with it. It felt wrong when he looked at her. She was dead, in his time line, dead in most time lines now, and yet here she was. Completely alive. It was an anomaly, something that wasn't supposed to happen but was. And though he loved, though he was so, so glad she was back -
There were moments he wished he could turn half of his mind off.
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Well-ish was probably his current approximation for 'no'.
"You don't have to pretend, Grandfather," she said, gently, as if she was the older and more sensible of the pair. An adult, despite the fact that she still remained in the body of a teenager. "Not with me."
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