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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 12, 2011 9:54:04 GMT -5
Susan shoved it back to him, the beginnings of a panic attack rising to the surface. “That’s not possible. I-I’d remember. I would remember that,” she said, voice cracking. She covered her mouth, feeling silly for letting herself be rattled. “It’s wrong,” she snapped, wiping her eyes against the back of her hand irritably.
The Doctor shook his head. "No, no it's not."
"Isn't that just a laser pointer? what could it possibly be wrong about?" the young lady - his great-granddaughter - asked.
"No, no it's not," he said again, this time to his great-granddaughter. "I mean, I can use if for one in a pinch, but it's..." I'm rambling.
“Why can’t I remember?” Susan asked nobody in particular, sounding almost panicked.
An ugly suspicion pricked at the Doctor's mind, and he examined the readout again. Could it be..? "Damnit," he muttered, "not enough data." He took a half-step towards his granddaughter, wanting to comfort her. She flinched, and he stopped. "I don't know. But we're going to find out."
"Did it just say the worlds ganna end or something? Cause thats been going around for like...ever."
"Only about forty thousand years or so, actually," he corrected absently. "Probably because it's nearly ended, oh, about a dozen times just in the last century." He crouched down by the... by his great-granddaughter, and began scanning her with the 'screwdriver' again.
She sighed nervously. "My name is Kenzi."
"Kenzi?" he repeated, slowly playing the blue light from the 'screwdriver' over her face. "That's a lovely name. Is it short for Mackenzie, by any chance?"
The 'screwdriver' beeped. "I'm the Doctor, by the way," he said absently, looking at the display. "The young lady that invited you in is Ark- is named Susan."
He stood up and walked back over to the 'young lady' in question, a thoughtful expression on his face. "She's not a genetic construct," he said softly. "She has all the genetic markers of having been freeborn."
He paused, and checked the display a final time. "She is your daughter, Arkytior."
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Post by Susan Foreman on Sept 12, 2011 18:49:03 GMT -5
“No, no it’s not,” the Doctor insisted. Susan sighed and nodded miserably against her knees. Even when she was denying and rebuking the evidence, she had known that it was a waste of time. She knew that the sonic had been right. Susan rubbed the back of her eyes, looking more like a child who had awoken from a bad dream rather than a woman who had found out that she had regained a child. As Kenzi began to talk about laser pointers, Susan chuckled and shook her head.
“You’ve got a lot to learn about, kid,” she said, voice noticeably less menacing this time around. “You look like you can learn, though. How long have you been taking care of yourself?” she asked. “The streets are a pretty rough place.”
She could get over this. This kid? Maybe she had the same DNA but that didn’t mean anything about this girl being her own daughter. She’d remember giving birth, but maybe she wouldn’t remember having a genetic replica taken. How do you explain David’s genes being there, wise-bother? her mind asked. Susan shoved the thought out of her head.
“Damnit, not enough data,” her grandfather muttered. Susan looked up at him, eyes wide. Not enough data for what? “I don’t know,” he said finally, after trying to get closer to her. Susan looked at him blandly, a little more frightened now that her grandfather couldn’t offer up an explanation as to the loss of her memory. Had she forgotten willingly? What could have happened? “But we’re going to find out.”
Susan nodded, standing up shakily. “I’m sure I will,” she returned, attempting to cut off his delusions he was going to play as major a part in her future as he did in her past.
“My name is Kenzi,” the girl answered finally. Susan paled a little more, an image of… something returning to her. She shook her head, putting a hand on her temple grumpily, feeling the beginnings of a migraine wrap itself around her brain.
“That’s a lovely name. Is it short for Mackenzie, by any chance? I’m the Doctor, by the way. The young lady that invited you in is Ark—is named Susan,” he said. Susan sighed, wincing slightly as the Doctor came back over. He often seemed to be the bearer of bad news. “She’s not a genetic construct.”
“Of course not. That’d make too much sense, huh?” she returned bitterly.
“She has all the genetic markers of having been freeborn. She is your daughter, Arkytior.”
Susan nodded. “She looks just like Alex,” she whispered, rubbing tears away again. “I just… I don’t understand anything. She… I know I’ve never seen her. I remember something went wrong when Alex was born, but… but I never had a daughter.”
She sighed again, frustrated. “If she is my daughter, I would have given birth to her in around a hundred years. So obviously she’s travelled in time somehow, but she’s never seen a sonic screwdriver?” She looked down, feeling ashamed of herself. This was her daughter, and she couldn’t manage her emotions properly enough to greet her? “I don’t know what to do, Grandfather.”
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Post by Archetype2 on Sept 14, 2011 0:59:24 GMT -5
"No, my name is not short of anything....and if it is someone forgot to tell me." she said jokingly, a small smile slipping onto her face. Arms crossed over her chest as she listened to the two talk. This Doctor man was talking about stuff she just didn't understand.
Her head leaned against the wall as she half stared at the wall. What were they talking about? Something about the odd laser pointer thing? She was missing something. Eyes closed and her hands fell to her sides. A sigh escaped and she shook her head. "You people confuse me." she stated blunt as she sat back down on the ground and watched them more.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 14, 2011 5:44:31 GMT -5
Susan nodded. “She looks just like Alex,” she whispered, rubbing tears away again. “I just… I don’t understand anything. She… I know I’ve never seen her. I remember something went wrong when Alex was born, but… but I never had a daughter.”
The Doctor blinked. Alex? he thought, wonderingly. He almost said it aloud, but restrained himself.
She sighed again, frustrated. “If she is my daughter, I would have given birth to her in around a hundred years. So obviously she’s travelled in time somehow, but she’s never seen a sonic screwdriver?”
A shrug. "It can happen," he said, tucking the screwdriver back into his jacket. "There are other means of time travel than Gallifreyan technology."
She looked down, feeling ashamed of herself. This was her daughter, and she couldn’t manage her emotions properly enough to greet her? “I don’t know what to do, Grandfather.”
A half-dozen responses lept to his tongue, and he rejected them all. He took a deep breath. "Well, if I may offer a suggestion..?" He didn't wait for a response. "Don't keep her at arm's length, out of fear that she'll get hurt." He looked away, his voice falling to a whisper. "Don't drive her away, because you know she'll leave you, someday."
His gaze was distant, focused on the past, and his words no longer seemed to be directed towards Susan. "Don't let yourself be alone, because you're afraid of love."
A sigh escaped and she shook her head. "You people confuse me." she stated blunt as she sat back down on the ground and watched them more.
He laughed, quick and bitter, as he turned to look at his great-granddaughter. "My dear," he said, "I suspect we confuse ourselves."
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Post by Susan Foreman on Sept 14, 2011 15:26:31 GMT -5
The Doctor didn’t recognize the name. Susan swallowed uncomfortably, feeling the emotions that she had pushed down rise up. “My son,” she whispered, wholly uncomfortable discussing this with her grandfather. “His name was Alex. We didn’t like Alexander,” she told him. Kenzi – not Mackenzie, her mind supported helpfully. She opened her mouth to continue, but shut it quickly. Talking about Alex would make her think of his death. She shook her head gently.
“It can happen. There are other means of time travel than Gallifreyan technology.”
“I know,” she said, glancing down at the burns from the vortex manipulator.
She flinched, realizing her mistake of confiding to him. “Well, if I may offer a suggestion?” he asked. Susan almost let out a breath of relief, because she could easily turn that offer down. “Don’t keep her at arm’s length, out of fear that she’ll get hurt,” he said, having not waited for her to insist that she could handle all of this by her dandy ole self. But… he would know more about this. “Don’t drive her away, because you know she’ll leave you, someday. Don’t let yourself be alone, because you’re afraid of love.”
Susan looked down at her feet once more, silent. Her grandfather was right. It was stupid of her to be so caught up in her emotions that she wasn’t a mother to this girl. But the Doctor wasn’t just speaking about her anymore, she knew that much. “Take your own advice,” she said, the words lacking their usual causticity.
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Post by Archetype2 on Sept 17, 2011 2:25:45 GMT -5
She watched them intently, sky blue eyes volting from one to the other. Yes, they did confuse themselves, everyone confused themselves. "If we understood ourself...there'd be nothing left to figure out, no more conflicting emotions or challenges. Life would be boring." she stated simply, drawing out the word boring as she did so for emphasis.
"You had a kid huh, I did too...kinda; well it was this little boy who kept following me around for a few weeks last year, great kid, got himself a real nice family. I still check in every so often to see how he's doing too. I refuse to let those child protective services guys do it, they tried to get me into some home once and I'm like heck no! I'm good where I am thank you! They left me along after that." she said, beginning to ramble. "....and a few fires, stolen cars...police evasions 'n yeah." she whispered to herself wistfully "Gooood times...."
"So anyway, I should probably go, but if the cops come by looking for me you don't know me." she stated firmly as she considered leaving. "Give you two some time to do your...talking...domestic thing, I suck with domestics so I avoid it when I can." she finished before pulling something out of her pocket to look at it. It was a necklace, something she'd had forever. She'd asked Eva about it and the only thing she'd been told was to hold onto it because it was the connection to what she would learn some day. She'd said something similar to that regarding the vortex manipulator which was fixated atop her wrist.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 17, 2011 13:14:11 GMT -5
The Doctor opened his mouth to reply. Just who he was replying to, unfortunately, was lost in what happened next. A shimmering plane of force sheared away the top of the apartment building, opening Susan's living room to the sky and remaining the remaining floors into the street and the nearby buildings. The sky itself was blotted out by a massive ship, like a miles-wide chemical plant floating a half-mile from the ground. A thin line of blue light played over the contents and occupants of the suddenly roofless apartment, halting to play over the three people who stood, gaping. More beams of force stabbed down, gripping the three in unbreakable glowing bands. Without warning, the three were jerked into the sky. (OOC: Flashback is just about over. If you hadn't noticed.  ) |
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Post by Susan Foreman on Sept 28, 2011 15:12:18 GMT -5
Ten Minutes Earlier...[/b] ~19:26[/b] The Asteroid Belt[/b] The spaceship was a moderately sized vehicle. The company that it had been stolen from had used it mainly for transporting meat between short distances. The meat container was the largest room on the ship: a grated floor with a little basin under it to collect blood that dripped down, hooks and ropes attached to the ceiling to hang the body on, and the internal temperature down to a fairly cold -19°C. Of course, now the main purpose wasn't to store meat, but to store kidnapped Time Lords. The transportation devices located at the bottom of the ship was generally only used to pick up people carrying dead animals, but, in a pinch, it could be used for kidnapping clueless Time Lords. If all went according to plan. Vera (they all doubted it was her real name, but no one confronted her) had disclosed only the bare minimum of the plan to the creatures she had hired on, ensuring that they only knew enough to get the job done quickly and efficiently. The three specific Time Lords - the Doctor, Arkytior, and the stolen child - were the main goal. They were to be kept upside in the storage locker until they reached their prime destination - the shuddering caves of Felspoon - where they would promptly be released. And, although Vera hadn't told the creatures, she would murder them when they reached the caves. For now, however, they were pleased with the work. The creatures had long since been outcast to the isolated, swaying mountains in Felspoon - and for good reasons. Their mouths - if the gaping holes could be described as such - lacked lips and exposed only black gums with razor sharp rows of teeth, perfect for tearing through the flesh of some hapless victim that went out for a stroll in the mountains. Their hands were rough and calloused, their saggy skin a deep smoky gray, and their puffy eyes large and bloodshot.Their feet were wide, backward facing, and clawed. They weren't aesthetically pleasing in the slightest, and their conversation tended to be rather foul as well. Red-gloved fingers tapped irritably against the console. "Everyone knows their job, I trust," she said, looking over at the creatures. She had been brutal in enforcing the discipline; one of the creatures - which the colonists of Felspoon called the Aswang - had its claws ripped out of its hand as punishment for not following orders. Vera turned to face them, stalking over to a supply cabinet. She pulled out a small box, handing three of the creatures a scanning device that looked startlingly like a high-tech spatula. "Take away everything that makes this scanner beep. Understand?" The creatures nodded. "And when you're done with that?" "Search them again?" one of the creatures suggested. The long, sharp tongue flicked out and ran over the spatula. Vera caught the tongue between her index finger and her thumb. “Do not lick the technology, or I will pull your tongue from your body and use it as a belt,” she said, looking at the other creatures as she proceeded to pull harshly on the tongue in her fingers. She let it go unceremoniously. “If anything goes wrong...” she drifted off, putting her hands behind her back. “Well, you won't like the consequences. While you're alive, that is.” Vera returned to the console, biding her time until she had the three Time Lords located.
Six Minutes Later...[/b] ~19:32[/b] Above the Apartment[/b] The ship was a flurry of activity as the three prisoners were sent onboard. The three Aswang had done a very thorough job, almost to the point of doing a strip search. They had - with the help of their unique feet and their natural ability to climb - scaled the walls rather quickly, tying the three with ease. Pleased with themselves, they gave the prisoners an experimental push to make sure the ropes would hold. And, at the risk of cut-off circulation at the feet, they would. (Vera hadn't said the prisoners' feet were important, had she?) Unfortunately for the three Time Lords, Vera and the Aswang had decided to keep butchered animals in the same room. After all, it wouldn't do at all for the Aswang to eat their prisoners. Although live food was so much more tempting than foul-smelling dead pigs from a little backwater planet out in the middle of nowhere
Day(s) Later??[/b] ??-??[/b] Who the Hell Even Knew Anymore?[/b] Susan puffed out her cheeks and looked over at the girl -- her daughter. She raised an eyebrow, trying her best to look unamused. "The feds? Really? We're in the middle of nowhere. There aren't space feds," she said irritably. She wriggled her feet again, trying to sum blades to come out of her ankles. Highly improbable, but there wasn't a rule against wishful thinking. "And anyway, I'm not a good cop," she said. She sighed and looked over at her grandfather. "Any wise ideas, Doctor?"[/size]
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Post by Archetype2 on Sept 30, 2011 18:21:07 GMT -5
She'd seen better days, far better days but also far worse. She thought about it for several moments as Susan spoke, smashing her space feds theory to bits and peaces. "It's possible, even space probably has rules right? And ok fine...he can be good cop I'll do...bad cop maybe and you do whatever it is you do." she declared, motioning to the Doctor as she spoke the words Good Cop.
"So....any thoughts on how to get out? Yes...no...maybe.... coupons?" she asked, throwing in coupons as a last ditch effort to amuse herself in this situation. "Ok...I'm out of fun things..." she stated, some what defeated.
Several seconds of silence followed as Kenzi thought, hard...harder then she'd ever thought whole hanging upside down before something came to her. "MARY POPPINS!" she exclaimed, a large grin slipping onto her face before it left quickly. "Ok...Nooow I'm outa stuff....hey wait, what kinds of things does their scanners scan? Like...out clothes yes but what about our bodies?" she asked with great curiosity.
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 3, 2011 5:48:38 GMT -5
Trying to ignore his granddaughter and great-granddaughter (something he was still coming to terms with), the Doctor attempted a 'sit-up' of sorts. He pulled himself up to grab his knees, and stared at the straps binding his feet.
"The feds? Really? We're in the middle of nowhere There aren't space feds," Arkytior said irritably. "And anyway, I'm not a good cop," she said.
"It's possible, even space probably has rules right? And ok fine...he can be good cop I'll do...bad cop maybe and you do whatever it is you do." Kenzi declared, motioning to the Doctor as she spoke the words Good Cop.
The Doctor slumped back down, bobbing like a pendulum. "There actually are 'space cops' of a sort. The Shadow Proclamation, to which I happen to be a signatory." He swung back and forth for a moment. "And I usually don't do Good Cop or Bad Cop. I usually do Scary, World-Changing Cop."
Arkytior sighed and looked over at her grandfather. "Any wise ideas, Doctor?"
"So....any thoughts on how to get out? Yes...no...maybe.... coupons?" Kenzi asked, throwing in coupons as a last ditch effort to amuse herself in this situation. "Ok...I'm out of fun things..." she stated, some what defeated.
"Actually, yes," he announced. "I do have an idea." He pointed at his feet. "Notice, if you will, that I'm wearing boots. Also, please notice that the ropes are tied around the afore-mentioned boots. Now, at this point, I simply apply a few things that Harry taught me..."
With that, he began to wiggle and twist.
"Ok...Nooow I'm outa stuff....hey wait, what kinds of things does their scanners scan? Like...out clothes yes but what about our bodies?" she asked with great curiosity.
"No idea," the Doctor said, "So we should assume they do, until we find out otherwise."
About that moment, his feet slipped from his boots. He hit the bulkhead with a thump and rolled a short distance before stopping in a boneless heap. "Ow," he groaned. "I always hate that part of the trick."
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Post by Susan Foreman on Oct 14, 2011 18:25:27 GMT -5
Susan sighed and rubbed her temples as her daughter continued to carry on about her wistful little ‘space cop’ theory. If she didn’t soon die from her blood spontaneously bursting out of her eyes and ears, she was sure that she was going to die from sheer irritation. Any inkling of maternal inkling she’d once held had been crushed when the Daleks had gotten her Alex. She glared at the girl from the corner of her eye, examining her.
All signs pointed to this ragamuffiny, overly-excitable girl to being her daughter. Susan may not have been a mother for a very long time – Alex had been nineteen when he died – but she still thought that she would feel… something. Instead? She hardly felt anything for the chick.
Why had she taken her in?
Mother’s intuition? her mind whispered, cackling at its own joke.
“There actually are ‘space cops’ of a sort. The Shadow Proclamation, to which I happen to be a signatory,” her grandfather claimed.
Susan sighed and looked over to Kenzi. “If he’s managed to get on with some sort of law enforcement, I doubt it’s effective. And he doesn’t do any sort of cop. He just kind of blunders in and ends up looking heroic,” she said coldly, squirming irritably.
Her arms were getting heavy, but she kept them up out of sheer determination to keep her dress from falling off. She watched the Doctor squirm critically, paying only trivial attention to her daughter. “It wasn’t their scanners that made me nervous,” Susan said, referring to the teeth that looked as though they could take a chunk out of raw cow quite easily. “It doesn’t really matter if it scans bodies, does it?” she asked.
She watched as the Doctor collapsed to the floor after wriggling out of his boots. She stared at him, looking quite irritable. She wriggled her toes pointedly, glaring at him. She hadn’t had times to slip on her finest get-away-from-cannibalistic-Felspoosians boots, and, thus, the rope was quite securely tied around her ankles.
“I think if they were going to kill us, they would have done it already. Yeah? Scary cannibal teeth? Some major Hannibal Lecter meets Hills Have Eyes action going on there,” she said, the headache impending her ability to funnel what she meant to say into something comprehensible. Not that she made sense when she hadn’t been hanging upside down for nearly two days.
She sighed and flailed angrily, frustrated that she couldn’t get out. If there was one thing that creatures across the universe hated, it was to be trapped. “Granted,” she said, going limp, “they could always kill us later. Have I mentioned, by the way, that this is entirely your fault, Doctor? Why else would they have come to my apartment if they weren’t looking for you?”
She sighed. “Why would anyone even pay attention to me? Not even you did,” she muttered.
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Post by Archetype2 on Oct 16, 2011 1:10:19 GMT -5
Kenzi watched Susan as she spoke and then the Doctor as he mentioned something about a Shadow Proclamation. "Shad...seriously that's the best they could come up with? that's just sad!" she stated with a small smile on her face as she watched the older man fall to the floor. Noting what he'd thought and watching Susan try and ultimately fail to do the same, the girl began to wriggle out of the ropes, slipping out of her boots and tumbling to the floor, smacking her head rather hard when she landed and tumbled over herself in a kind of backwards accidental summersault. "OK....ow."she mumbled as she stood up, she stared at the dangling high healed black boots with annoyance as she untied them and slipped them back on, this took a while as the knots were extremely hard to undo. Slipping the boots back on, the grinned and exclaimed matter-of-factly "I'm gonna get those freakish cannibalistic freaks...though they do have a very unfortunate name now don't they? reminds me a mythological creature or something." she said, mumbling the last little bit.
Moving over to Susan she began to work on the ropes in hopes of getting them undone.
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 16, 2011 9:34:20 GMT -5
Susan sighed and looked over to Kenzi. “If he’s managed to get on with some sort of law enforcement, I doubt it’s effective. And he doesn’t do any sort of cop. He just kind of blunders in and ends up looking heroic,” she said coldly, squirming irritably.
"Shad...seriously that's the best they could come up with? that's just sad!" she stated with a small smile on her face.
"I didn't name it," the Doctor protested, working on trying to angle his feet just right. "I just signed off on it. It seemed like a good idea."
He stopped wiggling for just a moment, fixing his granddaughter with an aggrieved glare. "And I don't just blunder in and end up looking heroic." A scowl. "Sometimes I get shot at as well, and there is usually an enormous amount of running and screaming, before I end up looking heroic."
With that, he went back to work escaping.
The Doctor hopped from one stockinged foot to the other as he stowed the contents of his pockets back in the various pockets they belonged in. The temperature wasn't cold enough in the room to be a general threat to his health, but he was concerned that the soles of his feet could end up freezing to the metal floor.
That would be inconvenient.
“I think if they were going to kill us, they would have done it already. Yeah? Scary cannibal teeth? Some major Hannibal Lecter meets Hills Have Eyes action going on there,” Arkytior observed.
"Good thinking," replied the Doctor. "No. I suspect that, if we remain here, we'll just be disassembled for study. There's civilizations out there that would burn half a galaxy for the corpse of a Time Lord, and they've got three live ones in here."
He chuckled grimly. "Of course, on the down side for them, they've got three live Time Lords in here..."
The girl began to wriggle out of the ropes, slipping out of her boots and tumbling to the floor, smacking her head rather hard when she landed and tumbled over herself in a kind of backwards accidental summersault. "OK....ow."she mumbled as she stood up, she stared at the dangling high healed black boots with annoyance as she untied them and slipped them back on.
"Well done, Kenzi!" the Doctor laughed with approval, "Well done!" He smiled at Arkytior. "Credit to the family, don't you think?"
Slipping the boots back on, the grinned and exclaimed matter-of-factly "I'm gonna get those freakish cannibalistic freaks...though they do have a very unfortunate name now don't they? reminds me a mythological creature or something." she said, mumbling the last little bit. Moving over to Susan she began to work on the ropes in hopes of getting them undone.
"They aren't cannibals, actually," the Doctor corrected, flipping open a red-handled pocket knife and beginning to saw at the ropes. "Cannibalism can only happen in-species. They're carnivorous and opportunistic sentievores." He grimaced as the blade slowly began to separate the fibers. "The fine distinctions do, however, tend to be lost on the meal."
She sighed and flailed angrily, frustrated that she couldn’t get out. If there was one thing that creatures across the universe hated, it was to be trapped. “Granted,” she said, going limp, “they could always kill us later. Have I mentioned, by the way, that this is entirely your fault, Doctor? Why else would they have come to my apartment if they weren’t looking for you?”
He rolled his eyes. "We're not back to this already, are we?" He gritted his teeth and focused on cutting. "I told you before, I have no idea who these creatures are, or where they're from." He paused, then squatted down and looked her in the eye - still doing the odd little hop from foot to foot, which wrecked some of the seriousness. "They really could just as easily have been there for you, you know."
She sighed. “Why would anyone even pay attention to me? Not even you did,” she muttered.
"Never paid attention to you?" He sounded hurt. Still hopping, he stood up and went back to work on the ropes. "You were the only reason I delayed fleeing Galifrey in the first place - to make sure you were safe. I acquired the finest educations of a dozen worlds for you. Gave you food and shelter and lo..." His voice choked, and he swallowed hard. "Cared for you. Did everything I could do to keep you out of harm's way. To keep you safe."
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Post by Susan Foreman on Oct 31, 2011 22:53:57 GMT -5
“There’s civilizations out there that would burn half a galaxy for the corpse of a Time Lord--”[/color] lovely, Susan thought bitterly - “and they’ve got three live ones in here.” Susan stared wordlessly down at him, wondering if he honestly thought that was helping anyone. Kenzi probably had no idea what he was talking about, and Susan wanted to beat in her grandfather’s skull for clumping Kenzi into that category. Sure, technically she was a Time Lady, but… well, it was much safer being ignorant than in the know. Especially when it came to that sort of thing.
Not that Susan cared.
“Credit to the family?” she repeated, rolling her eyes. “Just get me down.” As proud as she was, even Susan was aware when she needed help. And, unable to wriggle out of the ropes that had been tied around her ankle – she hadn’t thought to grab her boots when she was being mercilessly kidnapped – she knew that now was one of those rare times. (Except they weren’t rare.) (But if the Doctor could lie to himself, then so could Susan.)
She stared between Kenzi and the Doctor. Her daughter-thing was claiming that the names of the Aswang were one from mythology. “If that’s true, then I doubt it’s the name they gave themselves. Or they moved to Earth. The former is a little bit more cheerful, but, given how reliable optimism is, it’s most likely the latter,” Susan said, watching the Doctor saw at the ropes. She squirmed her feet uncomfortably. The pain seemed to return twicefold as soon as she realized that if he’d just stop worrying about cutting her feet off she’d have already been out by now.
Not that she was complaining that he hadn’t simply hacked her feet off.
“Why are you jumping up and down?” she asked wearily.
Drawing a breath to insult him once more, he interrupted her. “We’re not back to this already, are we? I told you before, I have no idea who these creatures are, or where they’re from. They really could just as easily been there for you, you know.”[/i]
The thought had never occurred to her, and for good reason. Well, a good reason to her. Wherever the Doctor treaded, she was in the shadows. Nobody took inventory of the timid little granddaughter. (Except to hold some leverage against the Doctor.)
(Master.)
She ignored the brief burst of anger that swelled inside her. She’d be fine. Sure.
“Never paid attention to you?”[/color] he asked, cutting the ropes some more. She squirmed even more. “You were the only reason I delayed fleeing Gallifrey in the first place – to make sure you were safe. I acquired the finest educations of a dozen worlds for you. Gave you food and shelter and lo…”[/i]
She stopped squirming and looked up at him, a tiny flicker of hope ignited.
“Cared for you…”[/color]
Tiny flicker of hope spat on and crushed. With a final, bitter, and somewhat violent, kick of her legs, the ropes broke. She sat up and rubbed her ankles. “I wonder if bad parenting is genetic,” Susan muttered, standing up.
“We can deal with this later. Right now I just want to get the hell out of here,” she said blandly. “I don’t think this is a coincidence. I mean… what were the chances of all three of us being at my apartment at the exact time that they decided to take us?” she asked. “That is why I have two possibilities!” she said, smacking a fist against her open palm.
“Well. Three, actually, if you want to count my Omniscient Being hypothesis. But I doubt you will.”
She shrugged off the last comment. “My first possibility is that maybe they wanted the Doctor. I mean… ‘Susan Foreman’ isn’t even on the lease of my apartment. People know me as Pelafina Himmel there. And I haven’t used Arkytior since… well, you know. There’s nothing special about me. But you’re like… the Moby Dick to all the Ahabs of the world.” She glanced in Kenzi’s direction. “And it doesn’t even know what it is.”
“And for my last guess…? Bounty hunters. Always bounty hunters.”
All right, so maybe they weren’t the best theories. But after dangling upside down for who knew how long, it was the best that she was going to be able to sputter out.[/size][/font]
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Post by Archetype2 on Nov 2, 2011 13:01:10 GMT -5
She stood there listening to every word, it was still strange that was for sure but she understood some of what they were talking about. Susan fell to the floor and Kenzi grinned childishly as The Doctor hopped up and down repeatedly as he had tried to untie Susan.
Ok so if the Aswang did move to Earth at some point...god that would be a lame time to live on the litle planet she"d called home for so long. Small thoughts trickled in and out of her mind as she listened to the theories of Susan.
"Really?" she asked in a mocked half hurt manner. "It...really I'm It now?" she asked cocking her head to the side a little in curiosity at Susan's statement regarding her. "Ok well from what I got of your conversations....I'm something called a Time Lord....Time Lady or whatever I'don'tknow nor do I right now!" she stated matter of factly before continuing. "All I wanna do is blast their faces off and kick them.....really really hard for grabbing us." She explained.
Realy so bounty hunters....what a great day this was turning out to be. "I love bounty hunters! I deal with them every.....month give or take." she muttered to herself as she watched them and moved over to the cell door to wait for instructions. Normall she'd just have run away and gone all James Bond on their captors but somehow.....she didn"t and it killed her to just be waiting.
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