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flowsoffireTitle: Home, the long way around
Author: flowsoffire
Fandom: Doctor Who (1963)
Pairing/characters: the First Doctor, Susan Foreman
Genre: Family, General
Rating: K+
Word count: 498 words—oops, that was short :D
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Susan asks about going home.
Author's note: This is a drabble I wrote for the prompt Back on the community![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
who_contest. I also used a prompt from the lovely and always helpful ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a_phoenixdragon. Enjoy!
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"When are we going home, Grandfather?" she asks candid and bright.
The question hits him like a shock of ice water through his blood, pumped from one heart to the other. He doesn’t flinch or stutter, nor does he answer at once; however, his hands clench slightly against the controls. Susan will not notice. At least he hopes not: she is perceptive, but absent-minded and he finds himself second-guessing more and more each day. His complete responsibility over the sweet child chills him sometimes; but she wanted to come, so she did, and he will look after her.
As best he can, certainly. But how much does she truly realize? How can he tell a person he loves with all of his hearts that they can never go back?
He lets the pause linger for only a few seconds, wary of alarming her, of letting her think that he might be biding for time, shaping up a lie. He is not—not really… Only protecting her, he tells himself firmly. Only wording his way around the truth, walking her to the edge of the path and then letting her make her own way.
Guidance. He guides, doesn’t take, doesn’t steal.
That is what he tells himself, too.
"Do you miss it, child?" he asks her, willing away the tension in his back, tempering his voice to serene evenness. "Do you wish to return already?"
"Only because we’re gone," she chirps. "I feel so free, you know. I love this, travelling with you, and I don’t want it to end… I don’t think I could ever want to return to the Academy, not really. I never liked it there, never felt quite at ease. But we could still visit, couldn’t we? Maybe sometime. Just pop by. Say hello to everyone, tell them what we’ve been up to."
"Surely, surely," he says automatically, then hates himself for those words.
"Well, maybe not… tell them much. Oh, I know they wouldn’t approve." She laughs. "It just feels nice, I suppose, to think they could know what we’re doing. They never thought much of me, really. They thought I was strange—not so clever as them, I’m sure. But that’s not true. I just don’t like attention much. I never liked to show off."
He nods his approval, throat tight. "I did feel so out of place," Susan continues. "And I know you did too. But well, I also know we did steal the ship."
Her smile at that is sheepish and delighted, her eyes gleaming. "Borrow," he coughs.
"Borrow," she agrees. "So we do have to return it. But not right now. And not for good, is it? We’ll just be visiting, in a while, when no one cares much anymore."
"That’s right," he says. "That’s right, child."
"I don’t think I could let go of her, really. Nor you."
She lowers her eyes as she caresses the console, and his own hand clasps around her shoulder, squeezing as tight as he dares.
Author: flowsoffire
Fandom: Doctor Who (1963)
Pairing/characters: the First Doctor, Susan Foreman
Genre: Family, General
Rating: K+
Word count: 498 words—oops, that was short :D
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Susan asks about going home.
Author's note: This is a drabble I wrote for the prompt Back on the community
who_contest. I also used a prompt from the lovely and always helpful a_phoenixdragon. Enjoy!**********************************************************************************************
"When are we going home, Grandfather?" she asks candid and bright.
The question hits him like a shock of ice water through his blood, pumped from one heart to the other. He doesn’t flinch or stutter, nor does he answer at once; however, his hands clench slightly against the controls. Susan will not notice. At least he hopes not: she is perceptive, but absent-minded and he finds himself second-guessing more and more each day. His complete responsibility over the sweet child chills him sometimes; but she wanted to come, so she did, and he will look after her.
As best he can, certainly. But how much does she truly realize? How can he tell a person he loves with all of his hearts that they can never go back?
He lets the pause linger for only a few seconds, wary of alarming her, of letting her think that he might be biding for time, shaping up a lie. He is not—not really… Only protecting her, he tells himself firmly. Only wording his way around the truth, walking her to the edge of the path and then letting her make her own way.
Guidance. He guides, doesn’t take, doesn’t steal.
That is what he tells himself, too.
"Do you miss it, child?" he asks her, willing away the tension in his back, tempering his voice to serene evenness. "Do you wish to return already?"
"Only because we’re gone," she chirps. "I feel so free, you know. I love this, travelling with you, and I don’t want it to end… I don’t think I could ever want to return to the Academy, not really. I never liked it there, never felt quite at ease. But we could still visit, couldn’t we? Maybe sometime. Just pop by. Say hello to everyone, tell them what we’ve been up to."
"Surely, surely," he says automatically, then hates himself for those words.
"Well, maybe not… tell them much. Oh, I know they wouldn’t approve." She laughs. "It just feels nice, I suppose, to think they could know what we’re doing. They never thought much of me, really. They thought I was strange—not so clever as them, I’m sure. But that’s not true. I just don’t like attention much. I never liked to show off."
He nods his approval, throat tight. "I did feel so out of place," Susan continues. "And I know you did too. But well, I also know we did steal the ship."
Her smile at that is sheepish and delighted, her eyes gleaming. "Borrow," he coughs.
"Borrow," she agrees. "So we do have to return it. But not right now. And not for good, is it? We’ll just be visiting, in a while, when no one cares much anymore."
"That’s right," he says. "That’s right, child."
"I don’t think I could let go of her, really. Nor you."
She lowers her eyes as she caresses the console, and his own hand clasps around her shoulder, squeezing as tight as he dares.
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Date: 2014-06-14 08:52 pm (UTC)Aw, it's fine. Get caught up. Mine's only 100 words. It's like my usual attempts. A drabble. I became quite good at those. . . MY poor WIPs! ): *moment of silence for them*
Bless! ♥
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Date: 2014-06-15 06:54 am (UTC)Drabbles are good! ♥ But yeah, I understand your difficulty about WIP's. Do you have a lot of them?
♥
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Date: 2014-06-15 02:16 pm (UTC)Reading and comment is nothing really, when you think about it. . .
:D Indeed. Short and sweet!
OMG! I didn't even count them but I know it must be into double figures now! :/
♥
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Date: 2014-06-15 03:28 pm (UTC)Wow! Good luck! ♥
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Date: 2014-06-15 04:01 pm (UTC)Thank you. I'm just too lazy! :P
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Date: 2014-06-15 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-15 06:33 pm (UTC)On a side note, your icon's quote, I've not heard that expression for agesss! "Oh, my giddy aunt!" Such a dated British expression!
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Date: 2014-06-15 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-15 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-16 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-25 10:56 am (UTC)People and there quotes. . .
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Date: 2014-06-25 05:50 pm (UTC)Indeed ;)
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Date: 2014-06-30 07:24 pm (UTC)