Seven Doctors And A Funeral by Arthur Dent



Summary: Susan Foreman Campbell hasn't seen her grandfather in almost a decade. So why does he keep returning every few years now?
Rating: All Ages
Categories: Second Doctor, Third Doctor, Fourth Doctor, Fifth Doctor, Sixth Doctor, Seventh Doctor, Eighth Doctor, Ninth Doctor
Characters: Ace McShane, Jamie McCrimmon, Jo Grant, Nyssa, Nyssa, Peri Brown, Peri Brown, Romana II, Romana II, Tegan Jovanka, Tegan Jovanka, Zoe Herriot
Genres: Character Study
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 2011.11.15
Updated: 2012.04.22


Index

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: The Cosmic Hobo
Chapter 2: Chapter 2: The Man of Action


Chapter 1: Chapter 1: The Cosmic Hobo

David was at a council meeting tonight. David's always at a council meeting, she reminded herself. Now was a good time to curl up with a good book. She had found a copy of "A Tale of Two Cities" in an abandoned library when they were exploring last month. A name was written in a child's script on the inside back cover, one Willis Johnson. Susan wondered who he had been; if he had been a child when the Daleks first attacked. She hoped not. It was so much for a child to bear.

Willis had probably had to read the book for school. Children, she reflected, seldom read Dickens for the pleasure of it. Susan had, of course, but Susan was different. She had begged her grandfather to take her to meet Dickens when they had first arrived on Earth in 1963. The Tardis needed repairs, he had reminded her and he was not very good at piloting it yet, so they never made the trip to meet the author. More's the pity.

So Susan curled up on the couch with Willis' book on a dark and chilly November eve and began to read. She got four pages in when she realized that someone was rapping very lightly on her front door. Visitors were rare and never at night. Susan stood up and grabbed the shotgun by the door. With a calmness that would never have been there when she was a child, she leveled the barrel at the door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

A muffled voice replied, "It's me, Susan. Your grandfather. Let me in!"

She didn't recognize the voice. It wasn't like his. Grandfather's voice had been aristocratic, with an air of authority and a twinge of haughtiness. This voice didn't sound like him at all. For all she knew, it was one of the groups of thieves that frequented the area at night. Holding the gun steady, she opened the door. Standing outside were three people: a young Scotsman in a kilt, an even younger girl in a metallic-looking cat suit, and an impish little man with a dark, bowl-cut hairstyle.

Time Lords knew. They always knew. Looking at the little man, she felt his mind, reaching out to her. Susan dropped the shotgun and was on him in a second, hugging him tightly.

"Grandfather! Grandfather!!"

"Hello, my dear," the Doctor said, his voice cracking with emotion. "My dear, dear Susan!"

They held each other so long that the two other people became a little uncomfortable.

"Och," the Scotsman said in a loud voice. "So that's yer granddaughter then, is it, Doctor?"

"Hello," the young girl said, when at last the two had parted. She held out her hand. "I'm Zoe."

"Susan," the older woman said, wiping a tear and shaking Zoe's hand.

She then waved at the Scotsman, who smiled and said, "Jamie."

"Let me look at you, my dear," the Doctor said, pulling her back a bit. "Have you been eating right? You look so thin."

"I weigh almost a stone more than when you left me here, Grandfather," she said, leading them into the house. "You were unwise to travel at night. There are roving gangs here."

"Yeah," Jamie said, smacking his left fist into his right hand. "They won't be bothering us much anymore."

Susan noticed that the Doctor looked somewhat unkempt, as if he hadn't maintained his almost polished appearance. She suspected that the regeneration had changed his dress sense, which was a pretty common side effect.

"Please sit down," Susan insisted. "Mrs. Grandow traded us some milk for a sweater I knitted. There's plenty, if you'd like some." Zoe and Jamie agreed and the Doctor declined. Susan poured three large glasses; one each for Jamie and Zoe and one for herself. She sat on a chair from the dining table opposite the three people sitting on the sofa.

"It's been, let me see," the Doctor muttered, "about sixty years since I saw you last, my dear. How long has it been for you?"

"Eight years," she said, sipping the warm milk. "I'm not sure I've forgiven you yet, Grandfather."

"I am sorry," he insisted. "But you were becoming a young woman, Susan. It wasn't right to keep chasing after your old grandfather. You were ready to settle down.

"Speaking of which," he said, looking around, "where is David?"

"The council is meeting tonight," Susan said. "They meet three nights a week, and David is very busy these days."

"I see," the Doctor said, noting the tinge of sadness in her voice. He didn't press the issue. "I noticed some signs of civilization returning on our walk here. You have a running post office, I gather?"

"Yes," Susan said, taking another sip. "All the way from here to Glasgow."

"Ah, Glasgow," Jamie said. "So there's still a Scotland. Good."

"There's always a Scotland, Jamie." Susan laughed. "But what happened to Mr. Chesterton and Miss Wright?"

The Doctor waved his hand dismissively. "Long since back in their own time, my dear. Happily married, I'm glad to report. Although the last I saw them, they still hadn't figured out that they weren't aging. It will come to them as time goes by."

"I've missed you so much, Grandfather," she said. She could still see little flashes of the old gentleman that she had traveled with all those years ago, but ‪she liked this little fellow who had taken his place as well. Susan wished that she had been there when he regenerated. She had been taught that family should be there for regenerations. Especially the first one, which was often traumatic.

"I've missed you too, Susan," he said, perhaps showing a bit more emotion than he had intended. He had to see her. It had been too long. But he didn't want her getting too attached and asking to come along with him. As much as he loved her, he didn't want her in the danger he faced almost daily. She was family and that was more important than anything to him. "I didn't always get where I wanted to go in the Tardis, but on occasions I have been able to pilot her, so here we are.

"I picked up Zoe in the 21st century aboard a deep space station. This was a few years before the Daleks attacked. Jamie is a Highlander from 18th century Scotland. We've been traveling for about 5 years together now."

"Doctor," Zoe asked, "why didn't you tell us that you had a granddaughter before?"

"The Doctor doesn't talk much about his past," Jamie interjected. "But I dinna think ye were old enough to have a grown granddaughter."

"Oh, I'm older than I look, Jamie," the Doctor said, winking at Susan. "But I did promise to check up on you, Susan. I can't stay long -- you know why -- so we had best make our way back to the Tardis."

"They're still looking for you, aren't they?" Susan asked the Doctor. He nodded. "You know that they'll find you one day."

"Not unless I lead them to me, my dear." He stood and rubbed his hands together. "I've no doubt that they're watching YOU, Susan. So long as you stay here and don't travel, they'll ignore you. It's me they want."

"Who, Doctor?" Zoe asked as the three travelers rose.

"Never mind," the Doctor insisted. "Let's just be on our way." He hugged Susan close. "I'll be back, my dear," he whispered to her. "I promise."

Susan bid them farewell and returned to her book. The words wouldn't cooperate as the tears came unbidden. "Damn."

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Chapter 2: Chapter 2: The Man of Action

Chapter Two: The Man of Action

Susan had told David (almost in passing) that she had seen her grandfather. David, for his part, merely nodded. He and the Doctor had been at odds when they met and David never really warmed to the old man. Susan didn't bother to try to explain regeneration to him. It would have started another of their arguments. They had grown apart of late and Susan and he both knew why without talking about it. Then the child had come, their first, whom Susan had named Barbara. For awhile, they seemed a family again, before the strain started to push them away as it had before. David was a good father and spoiled his daughter as best he could, even if he and Susan had problems.

Susan was nursing Barbara that night. It was November again, but three years had past since she had seen the Doctor. She was thinking of him when again there was a knock on the door. Visitors were more common now, and the gang problem was (mostly) under control. Still, Susan hid Barbara in the nursery and slipped a pistol in her pocket when she answered the door. Outside were a young blond girl in powder-blue go-go boots and a matching miniskirt and a white-haired man in a dinner suit, a velvet cape, and a frilly shirt.

"Oh, Grandfather!" Susan exclaimed, hugging the man. The young girl, she noted, was eyeing her suspiciously, but Susan didn't care. Her grandfather was back.

"Hello, my dear," the Doctor said, holding her and rubbing her back. "It's so good to see you."

"And you were going to tell me you had a granddaughter, yeah?" the young blonde asked in as gruff a tone as she could muster, which wasn't much.

The two Gallifreyans pulled apart. "Jo," the Doctor said with a florish, "this is my granddaughter, Susan. Susan, this is Jo Grant."

Jo smiled, but Susan noted that the smile cost her some effort. Still, they shook hands somewhat warmly. "How do you do?" Susan asked, and signalled the travelers to come inside.

"Please forgive me," Jo begged as they walking inside. "The Doctor told me that we were visiting someone. He didn't tell me that he had children or even grandchildren." The last bit was sharp and it was aimed at the Doctor.

The Doctor rubbed his neck. "Yes, well, I suppose it's not the secret it was the last time I was here. I'm sorry, Jo."

"Let me look at YOU for a change, Grandfather," Susan said, appraising his appearance. "I like the change. Very dashing. And the clothes suit you too."

"It just dawned on me," Jo said, sitting on the new sofa when Susan indicated that they should relax. "You probably saw him as that sweet little man or the old fellow."

Susan looked at her grandfather oddly. "How long has Jo been traveling with you, Grandfather?"

"Oh, not long," the Doctor said, sitting beside his companion. "I was on Earth in the 20th Century for awhile. The Time Lords.. Well, there was a trial."

Susan covered her mouth. "Oh my God! Grandfather, are you alright?"

"Yes, Susan. Of course. I'm fine."

"What happened?" she asked, fidgeting. She had always been afraid that the Time Lords would have caught up with him one day. She supposed they would have taken away his Tardis and some of his regenerations.

"Surprisingly little," the Doctor said. "I was exiled on 20th Century Earth for a few years. They forced a regeneration and took the knowledge of piloting the Tardis from me."

"But there was some trouble," Jo interjected, "and the Doctor saved them all. Well, all three of the Doctors were together, and the Time Lords gave him a new part to fix the Tardis."

Susan raised an eyebrow. "All three? Grandfather, that's against the First Law of Time."

"I know," he insisted. "Things were very serious."

They talked awhile about Omega and some of the people that the Doctor had met and befriended. They also talked about the current situation on Earth and the progress that mankind had made.

"Air travel is back," Susan enthused. "And governments are being set back up. There are a few wars here and there, but no one has reached the point of being able to make extremely dangerous weapons again. At least we're thankful for that."

The Doctor cocked his ear. "Is that a baby I hear crying?"

"Oh my God!" Susan shieked, bolting out of the room. "Wait right here!"

She returned in a few moments with her baby. "Granfather, come meet your great-granddaughter, Barbara."

"Jehosephat!" the Doctor exclaimed, jumping up and striding quickly to Susan's side. "Susan, why didn't you tell me? How old is she?"

Jo also came to Susan's side. "Oh, she's lovely!"

"She's three months old now. The light of my life," Susan said, staring at her daughter.

"Does she show any signs of... Is she..." The Doctor was at a loss for words.

Susan shrugged nervously. "No one's ever seen a half-human, half-Gallifreyan before. We're not yet sure just what's she's capable of." Then she whispered, "I haven't told David."

The Doctor gently took the child and held her. The look on his face was almost beatific. "I like the name. And she's going to be so much like her mother. I can tell."

"Haven't told David what?" Jo asked. "I assume that's the father?"

"Yes," Susan sighed. "David doesn't know that I'm from another world. He thinks I'm human."

"What's wrong with being from Gallifrey?" Jo asked.

"How old would you say I am, Jo?" Susan asked.

"I don't know. Seventeen? Eighteen?"

"I'm 124," Susan said flatly. "When Grandfather left me here, I could have passed for sixteen, and that was 11 years ago."

The Doctor suddenly saw what the issue was with Susan and her spouse. He stopped playing with his great-grandchild. "David's getting older..."

"... and I'm standing still."

"You're aging, Susan," the Doctor assured her. "Just not at the same rate as Earth humans."

"It's causing a rift between us," Susan said, taking the baby from the Doctor. "David has noticed it, and he's supicious. Since the Daleks have gone, Earth has become remarkably xenophobic. They don't trust aliens."

"I'll find a solution," the Doctor assured her.

Susan nodded and hugged him, her child between them "I love you, Grandfather."

"I love you too, Susan."

Susan whispered in his ear, "You do know that Jo is in love with you, don't you?"

The Doctor stiffened and looked at Jo, who was looking elsewhere. "Don't be silly," he whispered back.

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