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"I just electrocuted you to the point of the power supply being drained from this building." The Doctor nodded in agreement, and to be slightly truthful, he was a bit sore from that. "And you want to take me out to eat?" He nodded again, giving her a wide smile. "You probably poisoned whatever it is," That's where the Doctor's smile faded. "I was going to let you pick out what you wanted.. I won't even touch it." He promised. He was trying, he really was. "Whatever. If it will make you leave faster." He sighed, it was hard for him. Knowing what was going to happen to her.
The Doctor was leading the way to a small fish and chips stand. He had a soft spot for those crisps, wrapped in newspaper, it really sold the whole deal for him. He had to stop when Susan started talking. "Why are you doing this?" She asked.
"Can't I take my own granddaughter out for something to eat?" Was his response. "It doesn't make any sense," She had continued. Well.. At least she was talking to him, and actually letting him get her some food. That had to be a good sign right? "There's nothing you can do about my timeline." He froze in his step, was it that obvious? Or had he just made it so by stopping.
"That's it."
He made it obvious. "You want to make me have a nice day so that when I finally die, you don't feel guilty." What made this whole situation worse, was that she sounded as if she didn't care. Even though he knew.. He remembered what was going to happen, he remembered how she was... her reactions. "That's what you do, huh?"
"That's not it... Not really.." He admitted, rather vaguely. "I just.." He paused, trying to figure out what to say without sounding like he was losing everything. Even though... in reality, he was. "I'll always feel guilty.. For everyone who ends up getting hurt because of me. Because they were with me. It's something I'll have to live with. And there's nothing in any universe that will relieve that guilt." The Doctor let out a soft sigh.
“You can,” Susan conceded, continuing to follow him. She remained a way behind him, listening to him quietly. “But you never bothered with me before I started to die,” she pointed out quietly, biting her thumbnail and staring at the back of her grandfather. She mentioned that he could reverse the damage done to her, and the Doctor stopped walking. She sighed, feeling the last of her hope drain away. She was a paradox, and there was nothing the mightiest of Time Lords could do about it.
She could tell by his reaction there was something he knew that he wasn’t telling her. She stopped in front of him, staring into his eyes blandly. She knew the odd weavings of times, how convoluted and entangled her own time line was. As much as she hated time, she could understand it intuitively. She sighed and dropped his gaze, too exhausted to care. She knew she didn’t have much time left in this body – possibly any body.
Susan sighed and crossed her arms, watching him carefully. “It’s your fault that I’m like this,” she said neutrally, turning her back on him and motioning for him to keep following her. “And I hate you for it. But...” she said, and glanced over her shoulder at him. “I also know that you would do something, if you could.” She shrugged. “I don’t have energy to waste anymore. I’ve got a month or so left,” she told him casually, as though she were recounting the weather forecast.
“Sure. Fish and chips.” She pointed her finger to a small stand there and she shook her head. “They even wrap them in newspaper.”
She was right, it was his fault. Well partly, anyway.. If he hadn't done what he did.. The Daleks would have never gone after Susan's Timeline. Maybe, then he wouldn't have had to do what he was going to do.. What he already done.
"That soon huh?" The Doctor asked, his voice nearly cracking. He couldn't tell her, he couldn't save her... There never seemed to be enough time anymore. Everything was happening too fast, and it kept speeding up. Sometimes he wondered if.. He looked at Susan as she mentioned that the fish and chips stand wrapped them in newspaper. He couldn't help himself, he really couldn't.
The Doctor pulled his granddaughter into him for a hug. He held her close, as his own eyes welled up with tears. "I'm sorry, for everything.. You don't have to forgive, I don't think I want you too.." He let her go, sniffing loudly as he tried to get himself under control. "Right.. Fish and chips." He said as he walked towards the stand with her. "Haven't had them in awhile."
“That soon,” Susan replied blandly, rubbing her arms quietly. There was something inside her that wanted to care and to get angry at him again, but Arkytior was dormant for once, leaving only Susan. And Susan was past the point of feeling hateful towards the man that had condemned her to a slow and painful death. She felt an overwhelming emptiness and there was more than a small sense of fear. She sighed, making weary eye contact with him as she told him about the fish and chips stand.
The Doctor was never good at hiding his emotions from her – from anyone, probably. The crack in his voice, and the way his eyes were watering. Susan’s eyebrows shot up as he pulled her suddenly close and she struggled. Her eyes narrowed as he apologized to her. She went limp in his arms, deciding to wait until he was done instead of putting up a fight. “Are you quite done?” she asked coldly, pulling away from him as he sniffed. She didn’t understand why he was crying – she was the one facing imminent death.
“And as it happens, you don’t have to worry about me forgiving you.” She crossed her arms and led him to the stand, paying for him as well. “I’m not hungry,” she said simply, shrugging her shoulders. She didn’t eat much now. She sat down at a table, pulling her knees up to her chest.
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He gave her an apologetic smile as she paid for his meal, and not the least bit surprised that she wasn't hungry. As he sat across from her at the table, chewing quietly on a couple crisps… He couldn't help going back to that day, the day that hasn't happened quite yet for her. The things he had to do, in order to seal off her memories.
“You sure you're not hungry?” The Doctor asked as he offered her part of his meal. “They're really good.” He took another crisp and waved it in Susan's direction, "Come on Suzy Q. Try one? Please?"
"I'm sure," she said. As he held up a crisp to her, Susan moved her head away stubbornly. She hadn't eaten in a long while - she knew it wasn't healthy, but the thought of eating - and especially the thought of eating around him, repulsed her. "I already ate today," she lied. She grimaced as he continued to beg, the crisp still in his hand.
She knew it was more than a crisp. It was a peace offering, a way for him to assuage his own guilt about her death. As he called her Suzy Q, the crisp shrivelled in his hand as she grabbed it. "Don't call me that," she warned, her eyes a milky blue, as though they had a layer of white film over them.
He knew that she was going to react in some fashion when he called her that. He just didn't expect the reaction he got, then again… Since her timeline had been erased, he really couldn't be sure when he was dealing with his Susan, or with Arkytior. The Doctor had to be really careful now; he wasn't dealing with the same Susan who once traveled with him in the beginning. As much as he would have liked to believe it was, she had regenerated and no longer had a past, present, or future.
“Alright, I won't call you that anymore.” He was trying, really he was… “I'm sorry, I suppose I wasn't thinking.” He looked down at the food, thinking back on what she said before the near disaster. “So you've already eaten?” The Doctor asked curiously, he figured she was lying, but what could he do? Force her to eat? That would just make her hate him even more than she already did.
After a few moments of silence, he turned his head towards where some pigeons were searching for whatever scraps they could find. “Do you ever think about them?” He asked, figuring he might not get another chance too. “Alex and David, I mean…”
“Thank you,” she said icily, crossing her arms and leaning back in the chair. She knew that he was walking on the proverbial eggshells around her. Trying not to offend her. How could he help that when his mere existence was offensive? Susan shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, I’ve eaten,” she answered guardedly. Why did he care about her dietary habits, or lack of? She leaned her head back, watching the clouds pass above them. Her head turned to the side, watching the birds pick up bits of stray food.
At his question, the woman visibly tensed. A look of anger passed briefly over her face as he mentioned the names, though underneath the anger was a raw hurt. “I try,” she admitted, looking back at him. “They’re nothing left but names. Names I know I loved, but I don’t remember why. Alex was my son. David was my husband.” How they died, what they did, where they lived, and why they were so important was lost in the stolen timeline and cleared from her mind, save in the nightmares she couldn’t recall upon waking.
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