003 [Slightly Clandestine]

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

[Susan is sitting at a desk when she arrives on the Plane, frowning a little as she browses the books and documents spread out in front of her. There is a mug of tea on the table as well, but it is now cold (and largely obscured by paper).

If you get close enough to investigate, you'll see that she is looking into forging documents.

Why? Well, for a start, it would be nice to be able to help Astrid properly. Secondly, she and her grandfather seem to spend a lot of time on Earth. If they get into trouble, she wants to be able to get them out of it.]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[an encouraging smile and nod]

Really. Really really, even! I've never gotten along with a Dalek [slightly angry about the circumstances surrounding Frontier in Space? Maybe] and I can't think of any sane individual who'd miss them.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Master. That earns you a hug.]

Have you met many?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master's caught off-guard - hugs are, for some reason, not a commodity he usually finds himself receiving - and he has to stop himself from reflexively pushing her away. Instead, he hugs back, as he might Lucy]

I've met my fair share. It sounds like I've another encounter to look forward to, but I'm sure that will be no problem.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

You will be careful, won't you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm always careful, Susan.

[ignore that he used up thirteen regenerations in less than seven hundred years]

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Good!

[What she doesn't know won't upset her.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

As are you. This is still your first form, correct? You're too young to regenerate so I better not see you popping up here having had a change of face.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Yes. I'm not in a hurry to regeneration. It doesn't sound unpleasant, just very strange. I'm used to this body.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Hmm, well! While we're playing the what-if game, for one hundred points: what would you like your next regeneration to be like? I don't want you picking up your grandfather's habit of not planning for what they ought be at all.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

A little older, certainly. [Ninety years is a very long time to be an unearthly child.] And maybe a little less ... fragile? Although I think a lot of that is because I still look like a child.

It might be nice to have a different hair colour, as well.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If you say you want red hair, I shall be very disappointed.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Oh, no! Just ... a nicer shade of brown?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I think your hair is lovely, my dear Susan.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

[She beams.] Thank you! Maybe I don't have to change that, then.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[smiles at her]

So you'll regenerate your age -- or how old are you, now?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

I'm nearly a century.

[She's actually closer to ninety, but she shares the Doctor's predilection for lying about the decades.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I should almost start calling you an old lady soon.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

[She laughs at that.] Well, if you like. I do prefer 'Susan'.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No renegade title?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't think so. I think I'll always be a Susan.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The Susan, my dear. The only Susan worth noting.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

I do like the Susan in the Chronicles of Narnia...

[She breaks off, smiles and blushes.]

I suppose that can be my title, then.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[pleased, he grins at her]

It is all you need be.