Time Traveling Adventures

[The Tenth Doctor]

The Doctor took in what the woman had said. "Wait...You're a Time Lady who was left in twenty-second century London....and you were not on Gallifrey when it was destroyed....but that would mean...."

The Doctor's mind was racing as he figured out who this young woman was. He looked at her carefully. "Are you, by any chance, Susan?"

"This woman is bitter towards me, but yet wanted to know what happened to me," he thought to himself. If he hadn't guessed correctly, then there were an awful lot of coincedences.

[Susan Foreman]

Are you Susan?

She looked at her vortex manipulator, longing to leave without answering the Doctor's question. He had gotten along perfectly assuming she was dead - what was the point in saying otherwise? Perhaps she could say that no, no she was not Susan - just another nameless Time Lady who was dropped and stranded out of her time. Susan took another step back, not trusting her emotions at the moment. What if he abandoned her again? What if he didn't care that she was his granddaughter? She had no idea about this regeneration's personality.

Susan nodded. "Yes, I am." Although at the moment she would have given up a regeneration just to be Jane Doe. What if the Doctor harbored as much resentment towards her as she did towards him? What if he had left her there for reasons beyond her love interest? What if he had wanted her to die there? She rubbed her forehead and felt the coming of a headache. "It's been a while." The woman said awkwardly, although she had no idea if the time had passed so agonizingly slow for her grandfather.

[The Tenth Doctor]

The Doctor grinned at her, "It has been a long time."

He would have gone up to her to hug her, but he noticed that she had backed off. The look on her eyes didn't escape him either. He wanted to tell her that he was proud of her and glad that she was alive. However, he wasn't sure that that would be welcome. A million emotions washed over him -- Susan was his family -- as well as his kind -- the only other survivor. He hadn't thought he'd ever see a family member again.

At this reflection, tears began to roll down his cheeks once more. He didn't bother to try to hide it or brush them away. "We're the only two left then," he said through his tears. "And I'm glad that you're alive. It's...it's up to you whether or not you wanted to come with me. You...you have the vortex manipulator....I won't force you..and I won't ask again."

He could tell that she resented him. But who could blame her? He HAD left her, after all.

[Susan Foreman]

Susan smiled at him weakly, torn between her emotions. She wanted to strangle him, to hug him, to kiss his cheek, to punch him, or perhaps push him in front of a rather large carrige. However she shook off the negative emotions. Her grandfather wouldn't lie to her - especially not about something as important as their family dying. The mere thought of Gallifrey being destroyed was nearly incomprehensible to her. How could such a proud species... disappear? She stepped forward, wobbling in her high heels due to the ice and the fact that she really didn't know how to walk in high heels to begin with. Her grandfather hadn't ever really approved the... 'racier' earth fashions. But then that had been her grandfather... this was... this was a different man.

She shook her head as he spoke of the vortex manipulator. "It hurts me to use it." Susan admitted nervously. She took it off and showed him the burns on her wrist from trying to use it while it was still hot. "I suppose that could be just because you never showed me how to use one. Why would I even need to know?" She couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped her. She wanted desperately to forgive him - but how could he have any idea how slowly time passes? How agonizingly long seconds were? "It's hard to think about." She rubbed her burnt wrist fondly. She meant how they were the only two left; how Gallifrey was gone; how the Time Lords were gone. She figured that her grandfather would surmise that. "And.... that we're alone..."

"I... I'm trying to say..." This regeneration really couldn't get to the point, could it? She looked away, embarrassed by her fumbling of words. "I'm trying to say that I... want my grandfather back..." Susan looked back at him meekly. "I know... I know you only left me because I wouldn't have left willingly..." Doesn't stop the hurting, grandfather... "Without you I wouldn't have had my son..." I wouldn't have gone through the pain when he died without you. She almost asked Ian and Barbara, but she closed her mouth awkwardly.

She held out her arms for a hug. "I've missed you." It was true. Despite the resentment and the pain the Doctor had unintentionally built up inside her, she still felt his absence. Sometimes she would hear a car stall and race out of her house in hopes to see the TARDIS.

[The Tenth Doctor]

The Doctor, genuinely surprised by Susan's gestures towards him, as it was clear to him that she still held resentment towards him. However, this was his granddaughter, and he just could never refuse a hug when one was offered. He warmly embraced her, pulling her close as he hugged her.

He sent a message to her, "I've missed you....really, I have. I often have wondered what became of you."

After letting her go, he added, "You know, you should really take those off." He gestured to her high heels. "One, because it's icy out here, and I'm not sure that they use salt in this time period....well, they use salt, but probably only for food purposes -- preserving meat, flavoring food...that sort of thing....." He paused for a moment. "And two, because you don't seem to know how to walk in them...which makes for a very bad combination with the ice."

His eyes then traveled up towards her wrist. Seeing the burned marks, he at once wanted to make everything right for her. Although Susan was a Time Lady, and would heal faster than the human companions that he was used to, it hurt him to see anyone in pain -- especially those he cared about. Susan was family. "You should put something on that," he said with a frown.

Ten heard her words and nodded, "I know....I know....it's hard to think about...but...but I saw Gallifrey burn. In fact, I was the one who did it. I had no choice....we were losing....the Daleks....the Daleks came. They threatened the entire universe, but us first. And we lost....the Time Lords....you don't know what they were like at the end of the war. The majority of the Time Lords had accepted what humans call a gnostic spirituality -- that matter is evil and spirit is good....so they wanted to destroy the entire universe in order to...to be released from their bodies and attain an entirely spiritual state. They would have sacrificed everything. That was their plan."

He looked away from her, deep sadness in his eyes.

The Doctor looked at Susan with deep interest. "You...you had a son...I'm....so sorry." He could tell by Susann's expression that her son was no longer living. Well, why would he be. Susan had married a human...a situation that he had practically forced on her...a human man...and he had, of course died, as humans do.

"Wait...is that even...possible for a human and a Time Lord to have a child? Was he adopted?" the Doctor asked her, unaware of his own mother's heritage.

(OCC: I know that in the movie with the 8th Doctor he knows about his mother, but in this RP, he isn't told of it...he doesn't know about it yet.)

[Susan Foreman]

Her smile flickered into a grin as he rambled about salt. "Yes, I would, if I had anymore pairs of shoes. I do, actually... but they're just as bad." This regeneration of his was odd. Well, of course any incarnation of her grandfather was going to be peculiar; it was just the very essence of the Doctor. She rubbed her head, confused by how he could project thoughts on her. He had always been a greater telepath than she was, but... maybe he hadn't meant to? As soon as she thought it she knew it was wrong since she was incapable of reading his thoughts. "I've missed you, too." She replied.

She chuckled at his concern. "I'll be fine... Doctor." Susan said his name with growing awkwardness, unsure if she was ready to verbally call him 'grandfather'. That's what he was, but calling a complete stranger 'grandfather' and having him be so close in age... it was odd. She pulled her wrist closer to her body and put the cooling vortex manipulator on it. "Anyway, something is on it." She smiled cheekily, gesturing to the manipulator. She knew her grandfather would be concerned for her well-being even if she wasn't his granddaughter. That was just who he was.

Daleks. Daleks. The Daleks had forced her grandfather to save Earth. They had forced her to meet David. And they had fallen in love. Love. That's why the Doctor left her - abandoned her - locked her out. The Daleks. She shook her head, trying to clear the sheer hatred she had for the species out. Hatred. That's not something the granddaughter of the famous Doctor should harbor. But she was - against the stupidity of her people and against those irritating vermin called Daleks. "I'm sorry." She said finally, dropping her head to look at her shoes. "I'm sorry that you had to do that... alone."

Had. "Yes, I did..." She didn't want to think about Alex, and yet that really was all she was ever thinking about. She wondered if she had just... spent more time with him, perhaps he wouldn't have run off trying to fight aliens. "I'm fine. It's fine." Susan shook her head. "He died bravely." No he didn't. She desperately wanted to change the subject, but it seemed as though her grandfather was keenly interested in the subject. "It is possible." Susan ran a hand through her hair. "My Alex was a Time Lord. He just... died too quickly for regeneration."

Susan raised her eyes back to meet him. "I suppose we both know about losing children now." Her smile returned briefly. "What incarnation is this? You've changed a lot since I've seen you last," What was meant as a joke made her smile drop. "I'm sorry..." She wasn't quite sure what she was apologizing about. Perhaps over the blame she still put on the man. Maybe the fact he had to have gone through everything he did alone. "You look very nice, though." She stuck her tongue out playfully. It was a tease towards his outfit. "Very posh, my good sir."

ooc; it's fine. :3 i didn't like the movie anyway. >:c

[The Tenth Doctor]

The Doctor grinned, "Well, there is always the TARDIS wardrobe...has plenty of shoes for you to choose from."

He did notice the awkward way that Susan had said his name. It would take some getting used to again, having his granddaughter with him -- and both of them were in different regenerations now.

Ten looked to his granddaughter again, giving her a piercing look, although he couldn't help laughing at her comment. Something was certainly on her wrist. "I have something for burns in the TARDIS infirmary...well something for Time Lords who get burns..."

As the Doctor glanced at her once more, he noticed the flash of hatred that was displayed on Susan's face. Although there were very few beings that the Doctor hated, the Daleks certainly qualified. It was the Daleks who were responsible for his losing Rose as well. The Daleks had destroyed everything that was ever dear to him.

He nodded in order to acknowledge that he had heard her. "Not all of the Time Lords turned out like that, but most of them did....in the end. Hunt was killed before the end, but he was against that sort of thing. As was my father....my brother died before I'd come to the decision to do what I did....but my father supported me."

The Doctor paused as Susan mentioned losing a child. He had lost his own son in the Time War...something that he had never talked to anyone about, and something he had pushed out of his mind. The pain was too deep...it was like it was when he'd lost his brother....his twin brother...but this was his son.

And now he learned that his great-grandson had died as well. He then said to Susan seriously, "I would have like to have known him."

The Doctor was pulled out of his thoughts by the question of the regeneration. "I....well....this is my tenth body...I have regenerated nine times."

He grinned at her comment about his outfit. "Yeah, well I was going to a ball...."

[Susan Foreman]

Susan sighed as he spoke of her uncle and great grandfather. She could imagine the pain that her grandfather was feeling - but not fully. She had gone through an immense amount of pain when David and Alex died within three years of each other. As soon as she could pretend like she wasn't broken her son had died. And it had, in some ways, been her fault. The rational side of her brain told her that there was nothing she could have done to prevent it. Nothing - Alex got his stubborness from the Doctor.

She smiled as he said he would have liked to have known Alex. "You would have liked him. He was a lot like you." Susan put her back on her head and looked up towards the sky. "Stubborn like a mule. Heart of gold." The good times. They were the times to remember. Not the rebellious streak. Not the resentment he felt towards her for being hurt and not being able to help him. "Wanted to defend the world. Single handedly..." But now she was on the verge of tears, and she hated to cry. "He would have loved the TARDIS. How is she holding up?" Susan inquired.

"Tenth." She pondered. Her grandfather seemed to always have a knack for getting himself out of trouble - what could have done him in? Perhaps it had been longer than she thought. Susan blinked, remembering a qualm she had with the man. "You never told me the first regeneration hurt so badly." She said, but then smiled at him to let him know that it was only a playful anger. "Why would you though? I guess you thought..." That we'd be together forever. "It doesn't matter now." Susan held out her arm so that they could link arms.

"I believe you said something about a change of clothes being in the TARDIS wardrobe? Such attire simply is not suitable for a ball," The woman smiled at her grandfather.

[The Tenth Doctor]

The Doctor nodded at Susan. He said again very sincerely, "I'm sorry about Alex."

"The TARDIS is the same as ever...well...except for a change in desktop theme and the overall basic design of the console room.

The Doctor chuckled at Susan's comment. "Well, how as I supposed to know what the first regeneration was like when I had never gone through one myself."

The Doctor accepted Susan's arm, completing the link. "Allons-y," the Doctor said, directing them to his TARDIS.

[Susan Foreman]

Susan pondered over her grandfather's statement. She had never really thought about the fact the man himself hadn't even been through a regeneration. When she was younger her grandfather was infallible - she believed that the man knew everything about anything. He had made a few mistakes during her companionship with him, but her faith hadn't waivered. She shrugged at last and smiled. "You were the sagely old grandfather," she teased.

She let her grandfather lead, trying to remain at his pace without falling flat on her face. "Ouias." Susan replied, wondering why her grandfather had decided to go French on her. Perhaps that was some sort of catchphrase now. "Have you fixed the chameleon circuit?" Susan inquired. "Or is it still our old blue box?" She described the TARDIS was fondness - her best memories were centered around her.

[The Tenth Doctor]

As the TARDIS came into view, the Doctor grinned. "Well, no...I tried to fix the chameleon circuit before...but...well, it didn't really last. Besides, I like her this way....oh...and the desktop theme has changed...."

He took out his key and unlocked the door. He turned to her, grinning, hoping to see her reaction.

[Susan Foreman]

She laughed when the Doctor talked about fixing her once. "I think she likes being a police box as well. It's like she's inviting people to trust and telling them that she can help." Susan glanced down at her feet as she spoke. She knew that she sounded like a sentimental old lady. "Also it's a lovely shade of blue."

When she had been travelling with her grandfather, the TARDIS' interior was - she'll admit - a rather dull view. It had been white on all sides. Almost like a hospital room. Now the TARDIS seemed larger than it had when she left - she knew it was just because of the desktop change, but... it still amazed her. The browns and blues reminded her a little bit of a cafe.

Her eyes turned to her grandfather and she returned his grin. "Why! It's bigger on the inside." Susan laughed. She knew that her grandfather had originally been frustrated by humans pointing out something that was so obvious, but she had a sneaking suspicion that he liked it a bit more than he let on. Susan walked inside of the TARDIS and turned back to her grandfather. "Is the wardrobe still where it used to be?"

[The Tenth Doctor]

The Doctor grinned at Susan's talking of his TARDIS in that manner.

He had to admit that he DID enjoy people saying that the TARDIS was bigger on the inside. He smiled at her. "Oh, I like hearing that," he commented.

He thought for a moment before answering Susan's question, "Yeah...at least I think so...should be -- but you never know if the TARDIS has decided to rearrange rooms. I can't exactly remember where it was when you were with me before."

[Susan Foreman]

She stared at him and finally shrugged. She didn't want to admit that she remembered exactly where the wardrobe was because she remembered everything about the TARDIS. She remembered that her room was covered in random clothes strewn about and a book on quantom physics lay at an eighty degree angle near her bed. Her smile twitched, as though it was debating leaving her face entirely. "I'll see if I can find it." She nodded her head and walked off cautiously, determined not to get lost for a second time.

Sometimes the TARDIS was very unreliable. She glared accusingly at the wall of a room before shutting the door. She opened one more door, muttering about how if this wasn't the right room she was going to leave right then and there. She was just going to use the vortex manipulator and hightail it to the Bahamas, grandfather or no grandfather. Maybe he had gone to the Bahamas after ditching her. The door slammed forcefully against the wall, making her wince a little and murmur an apology. It would be her luck that the TARDIS could make her burst into flames.

But the room was the wardrobe. She rolled her eyes, knowing that the great machine probably meant for that to happen. She looked at all the women's clothing, and the thought that perhaps the Doctor bought all these clothes because he had so many companions after her made her eyes narrow with bitterness. She bet that he never locked them out. Susan rummaged through until she found a light blue nineteenth century era dress and, after some grumbling and joint popping, finally had it laced properly.

She hurried back to the console room, stumbling a bit when she almost tripped over the hem of the dress. Susan had just remembered why she did not Victorian dresses. She smiled at her grandfather, not sure what to call the man. "I can't call you 'grandfather' in public," Susan motioned to him and then back to herself. "We appear to be too close in age for you to even be my father. So we'll be going to the ball, Mr Smith?" She asked, picking up her dress daintily and stuck out her tongue. "Dresses are not very.... practical to walk about in. Especially since you're a danger magnet, Grandfather." She laughed gently.

[The Tenth Doctor]

"Me, a danger magnet? Now, where did you get that idea?" the Doctor asked with a grin. "And, no, you're right....you can't call me your grandfather in public...but if we're together.....I don't want people thinking that you are my wife.....so you could just call me your brother....or....well, Mr. Smith is fine, really. We could just be seen as friends," the Doctor replied to Susan.

"And you really didn't have to pick such a long dress....although all the Victorian dresses are long....but...."

He smiled at her again, offering her his arm. "Off we go?"