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Miracles Out of Nowhere

Chapter 11

The Doctor closed the door of Susan's room and exhaled. He padded back to the console room and set the TARDIS to send them into deep space, wanting to go somewhere vast. Not constrained. Somewhere plain, somewhere where he could sit with his thoughts.

They arrived, quietly, the TARDIS knowing he wanted to be alone now. He walked over to the doors and opened them, before hopping down and sitting on the ledge with a heaving sigh. He looked out, among the stars and the expanse.

He should've told her. That was the moment. Susan, there was a war….Susan, we can't go back…Susan, I'm sorry. So may ways to tell her but he couldn't. He bottled it up.

After 10 minutes, just staring, and thinking about the mess he was in, he heard footsteps and turned, standing back up to see Amy, her hair up and nighty donned, walking down the steps. Amy walked over to the Doctor, who in turn wandered to the console.

"Doctor?" She asked, tentatively. He was imputing something into the TARDIS. He didn't look up as he answered.

"You should be in bed, Pond." He replied, lightly. Amy needed his attention, and put a hand on his arm. He looked up and saw her worried face. "Pond?"

"Something's bugging me." The Doctor turned to her at this, face growing concerned. He said nothing and she ploughed on. "Susan. She said you could find other Timelords. But, you said there were none."

"Yes…I did." He knew where the conversation was going and he didn't want to have it. Amy looked at the Doctor, trying to gauge his emotions, but he was a hard man to know how he was feeling. But it was evident; Susan didn't know about his planet. Hell, Amy didn't know half of it. But unlike Susan, it didn't concern her. Amelia took a deep breath.

"You're going to have to tell her." The Doctor grew uncomfortable and he looked away, fiddling to keep himself busy.

"I...I know." He answered. He had to tell her, she had to know but he couldn't tell her. Not now, not when they'd finally met again, not when he was getting their relationship back on track.

"Now." Amy pressed. She hated seeing her best friend torn, knowing how he got when he got emotional and knowing how he preferred to lie and preferred to hide.

"No, I'll wait." He said, with a wave of his hand, still not looking at her.

"Take it from me, waiting sucks. Just tell her."

"I will." He affirmed, wanting nothing more than for Amelia to drop the subject.

"She needs to know." She pressed and the Doctor hissed in a breath, and turned to the red haired woman, leaning on the console with a steady hand.

"Why? Why can't she leave in blissful ignorance?" She was going to go anyway, he could visit. Yes, he could visit. If she didn't want to travel, that's fine. He could come and have a cup of tea at her house, take her only on trips for her birthday; actually celebrate her birthday. She didn't need to go anywhere. She didn't need to know, from his point of view. Amy, however, did not feel the same and fixed the Timelord with a glare, knowing it was the only way to get through to him.

"Because that's a stupid idea and you don't want her to leave. Would you rather she hears it from you or someone else?" She told him and the Doctor paused, the slight anger he had felt disappeared and he looked downwards at his boots.

"Me...me, of course."

"So tell her." Amy said, with a gentle tone.

"Amelia, if I tell her that her whole planet is gone, partially down to me...she'll hate me. Even more than she does. I can't lose her again, I just got her back. She's started to forgive me, Amy." He implored. Amy shook her head and turned away. She plodded back up the stairs, leaving the Timelord to his own thoughts. She turned at the top of the stairs and he looked up at her. Her lips twitched into a faint smile, sad eyes.

"I just hope you know what you're doing, Raggedy Man."

Susan woke up, blinking and shielding her eyes from the light. Susan woke up, blinking slightly. Why was it so light? Her eyes then adjusted and it came back to her. TARDIS. Grandfather. Ah. She sat up and looked towards her ceiling which now displayed an Earth sky. She smiled and went over to her wardrobe. Her back ached and she realised she was still in her clothes from their adventure; half damp and not smelling the freshest.

She opened her wardrobe and smiled when she saw the TARDIS had stocked up, a good thing as her old outfits wouldn't fit her now; she was taller and…a different person.

"Thanks, dear." She said the empty room around her. She pulled out navy dress with long sleeves and an elasticated waist. Putting it on, she found it came to her knees and came with a black patent waist belt. It was also decorated with tiny pandas. She thought it was quirky.

After a shower, she put it on and dried her hair, letting the chestnut locks fall down her back. Whistling, she decided it was time to face them all. She'd prepared herself for the questions she knew she'd face, from each of them. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door and she walked over and opened it. There stood her grandfather, donned still in his jacket and bowtie, still red, but a different shirt.

"Ah! Susan! I was about to check on you." He said cheerily, splaying his hands out, the only betrayal of his nervousness. "The Ponds' made breakfast! Well, I say that, Rory made breakfast. It's great though, and so are the Ponds! I wondered if you would join us?" He asked, looking eager. Susan replied with an easy smile.

"Of course, Grandfather." She said, and his smile grew wider and he held out the crook of his elbow. She took it, and they walked along the corridors, all the way to the kitchen. Amy was sitting down, a cup of tea in her hands, her hair up and out of the way, but fully dressed in what Susan was now beginning to think was a trade mark short skirt and plaid shirt. Her husband was just plating up, he was dressed in jeans and a brown shirt with a navy puffed vest. They both looked up as she entered with the Doctor.

"Ah, Ponds! Susan's up. Awake!" He jovially said to them, grabbing hot plates of eggs and bacon, holding them as if he were an expert waiter, juggling four of them, two on each arm. It was a miracle how he didn't drop them. But he didn't and placed them on the table. Susan sat down, as did the Doctor.

"Susan?" Susan looked up at Rory. He looked better, for which she was thankful.

"Yes?"

"Do you want a drink?" He asked, with an easy smile. She got up immediately, partially due to habit; doing everything for herself, and also wanting not to be a burden. The Doctor looked up from his eggs, yolk staining the edge of his mouth as he watched his granddaughter, protective. But she only nodded towards Rory.

"No, it's ok, I will do it." She answered.

"Your eggs?" He asked, not wanting them to get cold for her. He liked Susan, however briefly they had talked, and he was a nurse. He wanted to care for her; he had always cared about people. Her story had only fuelled this. Susan waved a hand.

"It's ok." She busied herself as the Ponds and the Doctor all tucked in. She grew uncomfortable in the silence as she got out a mug (blue and white striped). "You know, ever since I regenerated, I pretty much always want hot chocolate. Whatever time of the day. With milk. Not water. The water stuff is…not nice." She got the necessary items and set the milk on, in the microwave. She made her hot chocolate and sat back down, taking a sit. The warm, rich liquid made her more awake before she was painfully aware of the silence. She peeked at the Doctor, who was now focusing on his bacon, and then realized that he hated the stuff, and promptly spat it out, pulling a face.

Susan choked on her hot chocolate, looking at his face, laughing despite herself. Amy looked up from her tea, and saw the Doctor, and began laughing as well. Soon they all were laughing and chatting away about various things; from hot chocolate to short skirts.

"-Oi!" Amy was laughing. The food was eaten and the group were now in a comfortable banter. "My skirts are a fine length!" She argued, her eyes still portraying the teasing tone. "Tell 'em, Rory!" She said, turning to her husband.

"Yeah! Her skirts are fine- great, actually." He said, nodding. Susan gave a laugh and the Doctor shot her an appalled look at her apparent grasping of the insinuation.

A few hours later, after they had all eaten and the Ponds had gone back to their room, Susan wanted to see where her Grandfather was. She went through the corridors to where the console room was and found herself…in the library.

"Not here, old girl. Console Room." She said to the air, and doubled back, finding herself…in the library again. She frowned. "You really want me in here…why?" She took a step forward, into the vast library. She saw old Gallifreyan encyclopaedias, all bottled up neatly on rows. The sheer volume of the library took her breath away; she'd always loved books and it seemed he had had added to his collection. "What is it you want me in here for?" She listened for the tell-tale hum of an answer but none came so she shrugged and walked out. Great, an enigmatic time machine.

She wandered more before finally finding the console room.

"What are you up to?" She asked, seeing him with his jacket off, his goggles on, swinging underneath on a leather swing, and tool belt around his middle as he fiddled with wires. He looked away at her voice, flipping of his goggles so that they rested on his forehead, his bright eyes lighting up as he saw her.

"Oh. Just tinkering." He said, smiling. Susan walked down the stairs towards him, and looked around, at the various wires and tools strewn across the floor.

"Can I help?" She asked, remembering some of the Academy lessons she had had before being whisked away in a capsule. He jumped off the swing. He went over to a corridor, and Susan angled her head to see where he was off to but he was back before she could say where's he got to now?

He was back, and carrying a bundle of leather and metal. She looked at it curiously, stepping out of his way as he walked over to underneath the console, in the menagerie of wires and tubes. He flashed her an excited yet jittery grin. He was nervous. He hoped she liked it.

"Now, it may be a little big." He warned as he clipped a couple of hooks to the underside of the console. She frowned. What on Earth was he doing?

He finished setting it up and turned to Susan, spreading his arms out and giving a hopeful grin. "Ta Da!" Susan gave a gasp.

It was a seat. Her own seat. More elegant than the Doctor's yet aged as well; worn. It was had a hard seat with a padded cushion on top, Hung with contemporary metal rods, a swing wood seat with a soft, padded cushion. It was perfect. Not the Doctor. Definitely Susan.

She launched at her Grandfather, giving him a hug. He grunted with the force before wrapping his arms around her, glad she was happy. It made him feel better as well. Then they let go, and sat on their swings. The Doctor passed her a screwdriver, not sonic, and they began working, silently and contentedly.

It was around 10 minutes; they heard the shuffling of the Ponds. Amy and Rory came down, sitting on the stairs and looking at them. They looked as if they were two peas in the pod; Susan having rolled her sleeves up, long hair in a ponytail and the Doctor had reapplied his glasses.

Amy chuckled and pulled Rory back up, not disturbing them but after a while, they finished up and went up to the main console. Amy was in the process of telling Rory of an adventure. The Doctor smiled at them both, Susan glanced at him with sparkling eyes, full of glee. He returned it with a smile of his own, before turning his attention to what Amy was saying.

"-And then we discovered it wasn't the Robot King after all, it was the real one. Fortunately, I was able to re-attach the head." He finished with raised, pulling on his jacket and walking around to where they were. Rory just shook his head.

"Should I actually believe this?" He asked to his wife. She rolled her eyes, almost reluctant.

"I was there." She answered, as the Susan in question went over to her grandfather. She needed to go now.

Just then, the TARDIS started to let out a small and repeated blinking as lights flashed. Susan walked around to the console, looking, the Doctor not far behind.

"Those are the warning lights." She stated, looking at them. The Doctor huffed in annoyance and tapped the console angrily, yelling over the beeping.

"Oh, I'm getting rid of those. They never stop." He complained, as Rory and Amy went down the stairs. Susan glanced over at them as she attempted to find the root cause of the warning lights, whilst the Doctor just proceeded to kick the console. She caught a little of what they were saying.

"-in the future." Rory was saying in a hushed voice.

"Yes, but it's still going to happen." Amy whispered back in an urgent tone. Susan took a step forwards.

"Is everything ok?" She asked them. She wanted to ask them what they meant, what was going to happen in the future but Amy returned with a nervous smile. Susan was going to elaborate when suddenly there could be heard a 'rat tat a tat tat' on the door of the TARDIS. Susan whirled around and walked slowly over to the Doctor, who was moving towards the door.

"What was that?" Amy asked.

"The door. It knocked." The Doctor replied swiftly, not taking his eyes off of the door. Susan jogged down the steps, moving closer to the door curious.

"Right. We are in deep space." Rory pointed out. The Doctor looked back at Rory.

"Very, very deep." He confirmed. The knock was heard again, more persistent and Susan couldn't help but smile at the prospect of opening that door. The Doctor moved her backwards, and she obliged "And somebody's knocking." Susan stepped back near the umbrella stand as she watched the Doctor open the door slowly. She craned to see what it was and her hearts lept at the sight of a little white box, floating out in space.

"Oh, come here. Come here, you scrumptious little beauty." She heard the Doctor say and he held out a hand. Suddenly, the box flew inside the console room and the Doctor moved back only to be struck in the chest by it.

"Grandfather!" She cried, wincing as he fell but caught the box. She rushed to his side.

"A box?" Rory queried.

"Doctor, what is it?" Amy asked, trying to get a good look at it. Susan stared as the Doctor sat up, holding it in his hands. Her face split into a grin the same as his and they looked at each other as the Doctor spoke.

"I've got mail!"

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