The Granddaughter and the Clone.
Departure.
No one approached the red haired woman in black in the cemetery. No one comforted her on the bench, which was conveniently enough, positioned right in front of a gravestone.
JOHN EVANS was engraved on the headstone, with only a date of death. No birth date, nothing. Susan stared at the stone, tears streaming down her face.
It had been a long 56 years for Susan, times spent alternating between travelling the cosmos and times working for Torchwood. Pete Tyler had retired and eventually he and Jackie had grandchildren before dying. John had refused the role Pete had had. He didn't think he could do a good enough job, Susan later received the position.
Susan leant back in the bench, thinking about the events of the last 56 years.
John and Julia had gotten married, they'd had 3 children and now they had children of their own, lucky there and they sometimes came to visit her when they found they had a little alien DNA in their bodies. Julia had been cool with the knowledge her husband was a half alien clone.
Susan stared at the headstone nearby, it read, JULIA EVANS, unlike her husbands it had full details, along with the date of the death. Only 4 days after her husband, she'd been that depressed.
The Time lady's mind turned to Rose. Rose had been sent down for life, buried by Pete's influence. It was an open and shut case, she was remanded at a mental hospital where the doctors said she was incurable from her obsessions.
Rose Marion Tyler had died about 12 years ago. Alone, unloved, unmissed.
Susan stood up and looked at the headstones around her one last time, she would never return.
" Goodbye," she said simply.
Tyler Manor now belonged to Pete's descendents and warmly, they'd accepted her and she lived on the property. Outside near the fountain, was a holdall. It was filled with momento's and photos of the time she spent here. Pictures of Pete, Jackie, Tony, Julia and her grandfather.
The Clone.
Susan had said her farewells and walked over to the fountain. Taking out the key, she unlocked it, and a portal opened in midair.
Susan took one last look around before stepping inside.
A few minutes later, the TARDIS dematerialised.
THE END.
A/N I might do a sequel, depending on how I feel. It also depends on how you, the readers, feel. Should I or shouldn't I ?