The Time Inbetween

[Susan Foreman]

Susan twisted her hands nervously, out of her comfort zone by tenfold. “Attempted murder?” she asked, casting a quick glance towards her kitchen. She had killed Flynn. He’d regenerated because of her, and that regeneration had been wrong. She bit her lip as Alec continued talking, trying to find a way to get everyone out of her apartment. There were far too many people around her, and there were far too many things that were happening at once. And she just wanted time to slow down and she wanted it to speed up and she just wanted everyone out of her living room. Actually? She didn’t really care who was in her living room. She wanted to be under her bed, fetal position, knees tucked to chest, hands over ears, fooling herself that time wasn’t relative.

For a moment – a brief moment, but one she noticed nonetheless- he looked… hurt. She narrowed her eyes at him curiously, but before she could demand an answer from him, Flynn woke up. Almost immediately, any vulnerability Susan was showing disappeared. Like hell she’d let someone like Flynn see that she was doing the samba with a complete breakdown. “I wish people would stop collapsing in my living room,” she said quietly, glancing over to Alec as he politely informed the other Time Lord that the apology wasn’t accepted.

“Susan, do you think he would look good in black and white? Stripes, that is,”[/color] Alec said, grasping with Flynn. Susan took a step towards him, taking her apartment key hesitantly.

And then she felt the other TARDIS.

Susan tensed and repressed all urges to flee. To get the hell out of the apartment and run away. She shut her eyes, trying to find a happy place. “What’s going on?”[/color]

Stalk Susan Day? Annual Time Lord Reunion? Piss Arky Off Day?

Any three of those answers would have been quite viable and believable given the present circumstances, but Susan said none of them. She turned to the woman inside of her house. The girl was different, yes, but it was definitely the same girl that Alec had been hanging out with. A flair of jealousy stirred, and she stamped it out with her foot. “A bit obvious, isn’t it? I doubt you would have come without knowing what was going on. I don’t like people who play stupid,” she growled. She cut her eyes over to Alec. “Why don’t you take that idiot and your little joy toy as well, Dark Lord?”[/size][/font]

[Flynn Delta]

(Pass.)

[The Phantom]

"Joy Toy?!?!" Maria nearly shouted as she stared at the other woman in disbelief. "Excuse me. But I am not his joy toy. Or anyone's toy for that matter! Also I don't know what's going on, because I didn't choose to come here. My Tardis did... One other thing. Alec is my brother, and I am not his toy in any sort of way."

She huffed slightly as she fought down the urge to 'show off' her screwdriver. Which was still in her Tardis. Maria narrowed her eyes at the lady who had called her a toy, not just a toy but a Joy toy. She was starting to wonder why she even tried to be civil with this crazy female.

[Flynn Delta]

((Pass.))

[Alec Harrison]

“A bit obvious, isn’t it? I doubt you would have come without knowing what was going on. I don’t like people who play stupid,” she growled. She cut her eyes over to Alec. “Why don’t you take that idiot and your little joy toy as well, Dark Lord?"

Oh, this was the living end.

"That's not my name." he said through clenched teeth.

He felt a fire building up.
"Stop."

"Just stop! Quit pointing fingers at others, and recoiling to your own self-pity! What happened to you happened years and years ago. I nearly committed suicide last week! I had a father, and a mother, one disappeared, the other was driven insane. I got another chance at a family, and they were killed in a fire!"

"When are you going to get over it?"

He grabbed Flynn's collar and stormed out the door.

[Susan Foreman]

“Joy toy?!?!” the woman shouted. Susan raised an eyebrow, a slow smile creeping to her face as she realized she got under Maria’s skin. “Excuse me. But I am not his joy toy. Or anyone’s toy for that matter!”[/color]

“I’m sure,” Arkytior said sweetly, a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

“Also, I don’t know what’s going on, because I didn’t choose to come here. My Tardis did…. One other thing. Alec is my brother, and I am not his toy in any sort of way.”

Brother?

Her anger faltered, and the manipulative nature died down slightly. Why didn’t he tell me he had a sister?

“Ah, yes. I almost forgot that you were the little mouse that couldn’t control her TARDIS,” Susan said, smiling widely at the redhead.

“That’s not my name.”[/color]

“Right. I forgot about how you washed your hands of that name. A bit cowardly, if you ask me,” Susan responded.

What are you doing? Stop talking to him like that![/color] she snapped at herself.
He’s just like everyone else. He doesn’t care, Susan. He never did, her mind assured her.

Susan looked up at him when he told her to stop. A flicker of insecurity passed over her features, before falling into the default emotionless slate. “Quit pointing fingers at others, and recoiling to your own self-pity!”

Her fists clenched. Do you see? He hates you.

“What happened to you happened years and years ago.”[/color]

The lights in her kitchen shattered. Her head was buzzing, accidentally using the telepathy to communicate to the electricity running through her apartment. “You’re right,” she hissed. “Why the hell am I still mourning my family? Why am I still upset that my grandfather locked me out of his TARDIS when I was little more than a child? Why am I still upset that the Master killed my husband to get to my grandfather? Why am I still upset that I was kidnapped because of my grandfather? And why am I still angry that the Daleks killed my son?” she snarled, hardly in control of herself.

Kill him.

“I nearly committed suicide last week!”

“Pity you didn’t! None of this would have happened if you had!”

I can kill him if I get inside his head.
Stop it! I love him!
You loved your grandfather, too, and he left you. Maybe Alec is right. It wasn’t to do with anyone else. It’s because you’re undesirable.

“I had a father, and a mother, one disappeared, the other was driven insane. I got another chance at a family, and they were killed in a fire!”

“If you were better,” she said quietly, “you could have saved them.”

“When are you going to get over it?” he snapped, grabbing Flynn’s collar and leaving.

The manipulative side – satisfied that it had screwed things up beyond repairing – edged to the back of her mind. Panic rose in Susan’s throat as she saw the door shut. She turned to the redhead and attempted to glare at her.

“Just go,” she pleaded, curling up on the couch. Her dress was still covered in blood, and she was almost certain that her hands would always be stained in Flynn’s blood, and there was blood stains in the carpet where there had been a stabbing party from earlier.
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