Zorba's Dance
Apr 30, 2014 21:59:20 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2014 21:59:20 GMT -5
Susan knew there were worst things that could happen during a regeneration. Still, the fact her body seemed to demand a complete reset of itself was, at times, very annoying. Her child-like form posed a series of problems that she hadn’t encountered in quite a few hundred years. True, she had been of small-stature in her first regeneration, but she had looked like a teenager. Now she was very clearly a child. More people trusted her, and less were inclined to hurt her, both of which were positives. And yet the manner in which they treated children was quite bristling.
She took children on a few tame adventures – it wasn’t anything wild, and they would never be in danger from a few Scooby-Doo-esque mysteries. It was quite different from the lifestyle she’d led before, but sacrifices must be made. She had a wayward child who was reluctant to accept her help again, try as she might. She kept an eye on him, like all good parents would, but for the most part she simply kept her distance from him so as not to aggravate him. He’d come to his senses, with or without her. Until then, she’d continue in the company of children. Her TARDIS had a playroom to keep them occupied, and everything in it kept the short physique of youngsters in mind.
The kitchen with chicken nuggets and an infinite amount of ice cream certainly helped, too.
But now she was looking for another child, even though he was quite tall compared to what her TARDIS was used to. Susan crept out of the TARDIS as it announced the presence of another and she grinned. Of course it was her grandfather. The blue box was a dead giveaway. Had she met him before in this form? She couldn’t recall, and she had no way of knowing where in timeline her grandfather was this time. But the paint seemed refreshed, perhaps a different shade, and so she could think of a few that she’d met she could cross off.
Her small hand formed a fist and began to knock. “Hullo? I don’t have the key anymore.”
She took children on a few tame adventures – it wasn’t anything wild, and they would never be in danger from a few Scooby-Doo-esque mysteries. It was quite different from the lifestyle she’d led before, but sacrifices must be made. She had a wayward child who was reluctant to accept her help again, try as she might. She kept an eye on him, like all good parents would, but for the most part she simply kept her distance from him so as not to aggravate him. He’d come to his senses, with or without her. Until then, she’d continue in the company of children. Her TARDIS had a playroom to keep them occupied, and everything in it kept the short physique of youngsters in mind.
The kitchen with chicken nuggets and an infinite amount of ice cream certainly helped, too.
But now she was looking for another child, even though he was quite tall compared to what her TARDIS was used to. Susan crept out of the TARDIS as it announced the presence of another and she grinned. Of course it was her grandfather. The blue box was a dead giveaway. Had she met him before in this form? She couldn’t recall, and she had no way of knowing where in timeline her grandfather was this time. But the paint seemed refreshed, perhaps a different shade, and so she could think of a few that she’d met she could cross off.
Her small hand formed a fist and began to knock. “Hullo? I don’t have the key anymore.”
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