Who: Susan Foreman and the Ninth Doctor.
What: The Doctor extends an invitation to talk. Susan has other ideas.
When: Around seven in the evening.
Where: The garden.
Rating: G, possibly PG for violence and British cursing.
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He'd said he wanted to meet her. )
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Still, he owed a lot to Susan. Whether for her own good or not, he had abandoned her. Left her behind on Earth while he continued traveling on around the universe. And if there was anyone who knew what kind of a punishment that was, he did. So, yes, he had quite a bit of explaining to do and it was well within her rights to choose the meeting place. In fact, he was surprised that she had said 'yes' at all.
Mind full of these thoughts, he was only five feet away by the time he spotted her sitting on a bench near the roses. He didn't notice the shoe at all.
"Hello, granddaughter."
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"Grandfather."
And she stands, still holding the shoe tight in one hand as she takes two steps forward, her arm lifting and he might have just enough time to dodge as she swings the shoe at his face, heel-first.
"You bastard."
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"Ow!" His arms flew up to ward off further blows and the look of pure astonishment mixed with eye-watering pain was just barely visible between them.
"Just-- just put the shoe down."
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She glares at him, and tightens her grip on the cobbled together makeshift weapon. "No."
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