The Granddaughter and the Clone.
Torchwood.
Susan walked out of the Canary Wharf underground station into the open air. Towering over her was the Canary Wharf tower.
To the public, it was Canary Wharf.
But to…..others it was the Torchwood institute, research and development into alien hardware's and weapons, all for protecting humanity from the dangers of the universe.
Whether it did any good or not Susan didn't know and frankly didn't care.
Susan's hand went to her handbag which hung from her shoulder and took out the visitors pass for the day. Pete Tyler had given it to her after she pleaded to see her grandfather.
She looked around wearily.
The last 3 days Rose had been following her, watching her with glassy eyes that weren't half creepy and insane. Susan wondered how stalking her would persuade her to take Rose back to her grandfather when she was certifiable, the Time lady just couldn't understand how being stalked would make her easy to manipulate. Susan continued to keep an eye out for the insane woman and after a moment, sighed in relief.
No sign of her. Yet.
Susan walked into the building, showing the pass and was escorted to the top of the building. Torchwood tower had made use of the axiom, the best place to hide something is in plain sight, so they made sure that the public workers would work on the bottom half of the tower and the management half on the top.
Since the institute had been found out and the people's republic had taken control there was no need for secrecy. The top also contained the laboratories and research centres of the Torchwood institute.
It didn't take her long to find her grandfather. He was wearing a white shirt that looked worn and tired even though it had been cleaned the day before and a loose tie. He looked knackered.
John sighed as he went over the file for the 4th time in the last 20 minutes. It was never ending. John sometimes wondered if this was the future of his one shot life - cleaning up the mess of a mad woman. It certainly seemed like it at times.
It didn't help matters that he had his own work to attend to.
Someone cleared their throat and looking up, John saw someone who made him forget his work with relish.
" Susan hi, what's up ?" He put down his pen and gave his lovely granddaughter his undivided attention. The work would need to wait.
Again.
Still, the work had been going on since he first sat down in this room.
Susan grinned as she came in, looking around the room. It was quite large and spacious. It was Spartan, especially since this version of her grandfather hadn't done much travelling since he'd got here.
That didn't mean the room was bare, oh no, the room was done up in rich burgundy with some potted plants and pictures of the moon landings and design blueprints of some zeppelins. There were also post it notes on the blueprints detailing improvements.
It was weird seeing her grandfather sat at a desk, she decided. The Doctor back home had had a notorious reputation as not being able to sit still, never mind doing a full time job cleaning up someone else's messes.
" I only came by to see if you wanted lunch, I needed to get out of the damn house."
John's smile grew wider. " I'd love to."
The two of them were soon eating in a little Italian restaurant not long later. They occasionally spoke, but they were just enjoying each others company.
" How's work ?" Susan asked idly, eating some spaghetti.
John paused eating his slice of pizza, " I sometimes think I'm going to be cleaning up Rose's messes for the rest of my life. I dunno what Pete and Torchwood were thinking when they hired her. So many disasters." he trailed off.
Susan nodded. She'd read and seen some of the papers Rose had written up and she loudly proclaimed that a Gallifreyan child at the age of 4 could do better.
" Do you need any help ?"
" I have an assistant, a girl called Julia. She worked with Rose for a month before she asked for a transfer. But Pete reassigned her back to research because all the others were retconned and she wasn't."
Susan didn't like the idea of retconning but she knew it was one way to stop Rose from rebuilding a dimension cannon, just the name made her shudder at the sheer carelessness Rose had been capable off.
" What's she like ?"
John looked up from his meal, " Who, Julia ?" At Susan's nod, he carried on. " I like her, she's nice and sweet. She's a great organiser, she's also a great conversationalist. But even so, her stories of her travels make me jealous."
Susan looked at him reprovingly. " I think you should take her on holiday. Start travelling on Earth, see the sights."
John took a sip from his drink, " I wish I could Susan, but I can't. I'm behind on at least 67 reports, I've got to clean up another 789 experiments Rose messed up, I have to attend boring and long meetings with the board, who are hounding me for said reports."
Susan grinned at him.
" What ?" he asked perplexed.
" You. The Doctor, the Time lord who wanted to get away," Ok, Susan knew he wasn't her grandfather, but a good amount of him was. The pair understood that.
" The Time lord who wanted to get away from it all, the Time lord who spent so much time underperforming when he could easily best half his class, the Time lord…"
" Ok, ok I get it." John said with a chuckle, then he sobered up.
Susan looked at him curiously, " How bad was Rose anyhow ? She sounds atrocious."
" She was. You heard about the hyperspace teleport failure, right ?" At Susan's nod, he continued.
" Rose was once put in charge of a highly….dubious experiment into cybernetics. It was a left over piece of Cybus technology, you'd think that the brains would've realised that sort of technology was dangerous, but even so. Profits."
John took a sip of his beer. Ever since he'd joined, more or less, the human race alcohol had become something he enjoyed only on special occasions. Being with Susan qualified and he was still enough of a Time lord to hold out the worst of the effects of the beer.
Susan had heard of the Cybermen in this reality, how John Lumic had been on the verge of death and he started experiments into brain transplants into metallic shells.
Cybermen.
Susan shuddered, remembering her previous encounters with the Cyber race. There was something about them, a quality even the Daleks didn't have, their lack of emotions. Whilst the Daleks were cold, they at least had some emotions. Ok, they were dark and powerful.
Susan wondered what kind of experiment, " What happened ?"
John looked at her and the look in his eyes said more than words ever could.
After their meal, they returned to the office where they found a woman wearing a white coat and smart clothes. Susan liked her instantly- she had a pixie face with shoulder length light brown hair in a plait. She was quite pretty with large blue eyes and a ready smile.
John introduced her, " Julia, this is Susan. Susan, this is Julia."
Susan held out her hand, " Hi."
Julia shook her hand and replied shyly, " Hi."
It took a while but Susan was able to pierce through Julia's armour of shyness and she found the Torchwood worker was sweet and had a wry sense of humour.
John looked over at them and grinned.
Susan was staying at the Tylers and as she got there, she felt like someone was watching her. John, who was escorting her back to the manor, noticed her look of unease.
" What is it ?" He asked anxiously. He knew that Rose had taken to stalking Susan and like his granddaughter he wondered why the deranged former companion was bothering.
" I thought someone was watching us." Susan replied, eyes on the shadows. There was no movement, not even from a cat.
Susan shrugged, trying to shake off her anxiety. When she got back to the security of the manor, the better.
As the two left, a pair of brown eyes rimmed by thick eye makeup narrowed as they watched the couple walk away close to the gates of the manor.
Rose Tyler eyes narrowed as Susan walked away with the anti Doctor, the clone Doctor, the fake as she called the man. He wasn't the man she loved and never would be.
Until Susan came along, Rose had been prepared to restart the dimension cannon experiments. That was until Pete Bloody Tyler, her equally fake father, replaced her with the clone freak and she was turned into a fucking dinner lady without any way of restarting the experiments.
Rose had been fired so fast that she wasn't expecting the destruction of the cannon, it happened so fast she couldn't even get hold of the of the discs and documents of the fucking thing.
Then Susan turned up.
The knowledge the Doctor hadn't just been a father but a grandfather meant nothing to her, the knowledge that another Time lord existed meant nothing to her.
The only thing that mattered was getting back into her reality and finally getting in the Doctor's pants was all that concerned her.
It never occurred to Rose that stalking the Time lady was the worst idea to try and get her attention and persuade her to take her home, the only thing she was picturing in her increasingly insane mind was the Doctor's pants as she gave him a blowjob.
Yes, she thought arrogantly, I'll get back to you and we'll be together again. My Doctor.
A/N: Just a few more chapters, but anyway how do you like this new one ?