A/N: Ooh, look, it's an update!

Yeah, hiya guys. I know that this chapter is way too short in comparison to the few previous ones, but I promise you that the next chapter will be very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very long. I've already written almost all of it down, but unfortunately I wrote it by hand so I need to rewrite it on my computer before I can get it published. Sorry.

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Chapter 5: Blink

The TARDIS hummed quietly, floating inside the time vortex. The engines were silent while the crew was located inside the control room, all three of them scattered around the round console panels. The Doctor was flicking switches and pushing buttons, while Martha stood aside and watched him work.

Susan was sitting on the TARDIS bench seat, tapping her foot in sync with the familiar drumming beat she remembered hearing a while back when she was last watching the show in her universe. It was quite catchy, she had to admit. Even back in her universe she had sometimes found herself tapping her fingers in the peculiar beat. She looked up at the Doctor at that thought. It was the beating of a time lord's hearts.

The Lizard case (as Susan dubbed it) had been fun, and afterwards they had visited a very beautiful planet with inhabitants that looked very much like humans but had four hands. Now they were debating on where they would go next. The Doctor of course insisted on going to London in the year 3000, since that had been their original destination before the Lizard Case.

Susana inwardly wondered if the Doctor had read Sally's file yet.

"Did you know..." Susan started nonchalantly as she could, "That there's a haunted mansion in Western Drumlings near London in 2007?"

The Doctor looked up at her. "Really?" he asked curiously. "What kind?"

Susan bit her lip. She wasn't exactly sure if this was going to be pleasant, but... Well, they had to go there someday, didn't they?

"People keep disappearing there." And besides, it might be fun. She had never been in the 60's before.

"Sounds dangerous..." Martha said.

All three exchanged glances and grinned.

"The glamour is kind of wearing off now," Susan said almost a week later as they walked back from work towards their small apartment. Martha and Susan had got their jobs almost the same day they had got stuck in 1969, and fortunately the shop was big enough to have jobs for both of them.

Susan couldn't deny that she'd grown considerably closer to Martha and the Doctor while spending time with them in the past. Sure, the Doctor slept in the living room so he didn't actually take part in their nightly girl talk, but then again, they'd never actually seen him sleep much. He was always awake when either of the two of them woke up or came back from work.

Martha looked at her and frowned. "What do you mean? Don't you like traveling with us anymore?"

Susan shook her head. "No," she said. "That's not it. It's just that this isn't exactly what I imagined."

Martha grinned. "You never imagined working in a shop to support him?"

Susan smiled at her and let out a laugh. "Not really. And you know, when I watched you guys on the telly..." she paused. "God, I'm becoming British. I've started calling TV telly.".

Martha laughed at that. "That's what you get for hanging around with us," she said, teasing her. "Don't you start forgetting your Finnish if you only speak English all the time? How long has it been since you came to UK?"

Susan screwed up her face in thought. "Ummmmm," she let out. "I don't really know. It's really hard to keep count, but I had been here for two weeks when I found myself in this world's Cardiff. I think it's been at least four weeks since I last spoke Finnish to anyone properly."

Martha shook her head, amused. "Maybe you should start speaking Finnish when we get the TARDIS back," she said. "You know it translates every language there is, right?"

"Hadn't even thought of that." Susan said and made a face. "What a weird idea. I don't think I'd be comfortable speaking Finnish to you guys, even though you could understand it."

Martha's grin faded. "Why not?"

"I don't know." Susan shrugged. "It's just something about the Doctor and everything, it makes me feel like English is the most international language of all." She let out a laugh. "After all, even the aliens speak English in Doctor Who!"

Martha couldn't help but join her laughter. "Well that's true," she said, grinning. "At least we hear them speak English. I have no idea how many languages I've heard during the last few months!"

Susan smiled at that. "It shall remain a mystery." She was silent for a minute and sighed. "Anyway, getting a job in a shop wasn't exactly my idea of entertainment."

"Yeah, but you have to admit that this is at least a bit more exciting than just living normally on the 21st century!" Martha said, giving Susan a pointed look. "We're in the past! We've got the moon landing to look forward to."

Susan stopped suddenly, her face going white with realization. Oh god, she thought. They can't be allowed to see the moon landing, that would ruin everything.

"Susan, are you okay?"

Susan looked at Martha, who had stopped a few feet away from her, looking at Susan with a concerned expression on her face.

"We've got to find the Doctor, now!" Susan said and rushed past Martha, who was just left standing there. "There's something very important I have to tell him!"

Two minutes later she reached the flat.

"Doctor!" Susan yelled, opening the door with a bang.

The Doctor was sitting on the floor, surrounded by space junk, toasters and much more of the 60's technology that was scattered around him in pieces.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking up and correcting his glasses.

Susan stood there for a while, gasping to catch her breath and staring at him for a while.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm building my own timey wimey detector," the Doctor answered, grinning up at her.

Susan crossed her arms. "Finally read that folder, did you?" she asked, rolling her eyes. He was so slow sometimes. Bloody amazing, yes, but slow.

"Yep," the Doctor answered, taking off his glasses to peer up at Susan. "And it was quite brilliant."

Susan nodded and opened her mouth to answer, when Martha barged through the doorway.

"Susan!" she breathed out. "What's the emergency?"

Susan blinked and realized why Martha was looking so concerned. "Sorry," she said and scratched her neck. "Not exactly an emergency... I just had to reach him fast so I wouldn't forget to tell him this one thing."

Martha groaned, but there was a smile lingering on her lips. "What's so important then?"

The Doctor stared up at the two of them from the floor. "Go on..." he urged Susan with a curious expression.

Susan took a deep breath. "We're not allowed to watch the moon landing while we're here," she said seriously, looking him straight in the eye. "Please, just do as I say, you're not allowed to watch the moon landing."

The Doctor frowned. "I've already seen it."

Susan shook her head. "No, I mean you're not allowed to see the broadcast while we're here."

"Why not?"

Susan bit her lip, a habit she had developed very quickly upon entering this world. "Spoilers."

"Spoilers?"

Susan narrowed her eyes at the Doctor's curious tone. "It's got something to do with your future, and that's why you're not allowed to see it."

"Something to do with my future?" the Doctor repeated. "How interesting... Wait, don't tell me! You've got to keep me asking about these kind of things." He groaned. "Knowing your own future is never good!"

Susan sighed in relief. The Doctor was finally taking this seriously. "That's exactly what I was thinking," she said, but then looked at the Doctor more closely. "By the way, we never spoke about these situations."

The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "We didn't?"

Susan shook her head. "I'm still not sure what I should do with my knowledge."

"I thought you already knew what you were going to do?" Martha asked, confused. "After all, you were the one to open the fob watch."

Susan glanced at her and frowned. "I have a vague sense of the things I'd like to change," she said, turning back to face the Doctor. "But I don't think that I could even try to change everything that's going to happen. Because that would just make my knowledge useless. I think I should just stick to the timeline I know..."

The Doctor didn't look very pleased. "No one should have that kind of power," he muttered. "But if you can handle it, try not to change anything too big. Like important events in history. Timelines don't take kindly to meddling."

Susan had a flashback to the Waters of the Mars episode and she shuddered. "Not a problem."

The Doctor raised his eyebrows at that and looked down at his timey wimey detector. "Right," he said brightly, standing up. "I think I'm finished!"

The Doctor started explaining everything about his timey timey detector, and Martha listened intently. Susan tuned them out. She was still a bit worried about the whole moonlanding thing. Had Martha ever seen the moonlanding? Did she now have an automatic response to the Silence? Susan doubted she'd ever know.

But what she was even more concerned about was herself. She had seen those creatures on Doctor Who, and still remembered them. However, they'd been no more than actors behind alien masks back then. But would she remember if she ever actually did meet a real one?

The thought was frightening, but Susan had to let it go for now. It would be a long while before the Silence would begin to be problem for them. She still had End of the Universe and the Year That Never Was to look forward to... Which wasn't exactly a comforting thought.

Susan just hoped that whatever happened, the Doctor wouldn't get mad at her for not stopping it. She knew that she could try to change everything since she still remembered so much from the tv series. But would it really make a difference?

Susan had saved some lives by opening the fob watch back in 1913. But in the end, the Family had met their horrible fate as the Doctor punished them anyway. Nothing really changed at all, aside from the fact that now Nurse Redfern didn't go writing a Journal of Impossible things about meeting an alien man in the 1913. Susan stifled a giggle at the thought. Missing that book probably wasn't a terrible loss at all.

Then the Utopia episode would happen soon after this, Susan thought and frowned. She didn't have a clue if the Doctor would take them to Cardiff immediately after getting the TARDIS back, or if they got a few more trips to go. She hoped it was the latter, since she could already feel her nerves starting to get to her.

The Master would be there. She would get meet the Master. The real one, not just his actor, even though meeting John Simm would be a highlight of her day anytime. But she would meet the real Master, the brilliant, amazing and insane person who would cause so much pain for all of them.

Her gaze automatically fell back on the Doctor, who of course, noticed.

He stopped his explanation and glanced at her.

"Something wrong?" he asked curiously, making Martha to look at Susan too.

All that Susan could think was how the Doctor looked so young and innocent. He hadn't even seen the half of the horrible things that would later affect the 11th Doctor. And he would never see them coming, not until it was too late.

"Nope," she said and smiled as well as she could. Suddenly she was feeling like her stomach was full of rats, gnawing away at her insides.

"Everything's just fine."