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"Not particularly. Just some rather unpleasant gang members. And, well," The Doctor scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Bluntly, yes. She couldn't have known of course, bit distracted by the..two hearts but- yeah. Thought I was." 

“God, must’ve been one hell of a battle you were in. What, did they think you were human?” 

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((Hey, guys. So I know I.. disappeared. And I'm..really, extra sorry. I've been on something of a decline lately, and haven't had the engery to RP, no matter how much I liked it. No one did anything, so you needn't worry.))

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[He shakes his head, slowly at first, before he seems to snap out of it.] No, nothing I- [He pauses for a second, rubbing his face in his hands and feeling horribly, horribly guilty.] Nothing! Just fine.  No, I don't think that I've done that Manhattan. Where exactly are you, then?  

Mmmhmm. [she lets the topic drop. This debate comes up every time]

[She checks her diary for a date] Manhattan 2149? Or something else? [She looks up, stunned by the pained expression on his face] Doctor… what’s wrong?

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His third self wrote a lot, he found. It was rather cathartic. He didn't, of course, send any of the letters; because he had no means to. He was trapped without his TARDIS, without a way to get them to her. 

His fourth self, however, when he found a way, wrote only once. 

Dear Susan, he wrote, with much enthusiasm, pen fast and furious against page. Twice! Twice I have regenerated since last writing. Not entirely willing, mind. The Time Lords were at least, displeased with my escapades recently. Susan, I have never blamed you for marrying a human less. The Time Lords grow less appealing as days grow long, my dear, and often I think of how satisfying it would be to see them off, perhaps into a different universe.

Not that that's terribly likely, but it is a certainly entertaining thought. I've a new companion now, called Sarah. 'Sarah Jane' when she's cross. She reminds me, rather, of you, I think. Very strong willed.

I should think I am doing well, Susan, and I can only hope and pray the same for you, though I understand the need for solitude. 

- Grandfather. 

He doesn't, in fact, know whether or not Susan is getting these letters, and with a burst of quite random silliness, he puts this one among the cabbages at a grocery store. 

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The Doctor waits, hating that he's hopeful. Hopeful for a definite answer. He thinks he might give anything for another Time Lord who didn't hate him, another Time Lord who knew, who lived, a friend that couldn't- that he couldn't kill. 

So when the Master does not finish his sentence, the Doctor is disappointed. Not surprised, though. And quite suddenly the conversation is turned back to him, and though normally he might answer with something vague and trying to get to the point of 'Yes, quite a lot' without actually saying so. 

Because yes. He does. He needs forgiveness, closure, something that is not horrible guilt and self-hatred and everything else he wishes he could just shut up. 

But he is tired. And the Master didn't finish his sentence, which is frustrating and he just wants a simple answer it shouldn't be that bloody difficult. "You're deflecting, Master," He pointed out, not scowling but not smiling, either. "And I don't appreciate it. I'm trying to be honest, couldn't you give me the same chance?"

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[He points a finger crookedly, lazily accusing] Watch steps, River. I know how to fix it. I just haven't. Yet. And anyway, I like the Police Box. It's a wonderful blue. 

[He pauses a moment, how flippantly she speaks of it.] River, you.. [He feels offended. How could she- after that, of what it did to them and her and himself and -oh.] You've not..you've not done Manhattan yet, have you?

You may have been flying the TARDIS that long, but you’ve also been abusing the brakes and breaking things you can’t fix- including a particular, I don’t know… chameleon circuit?

Oh, good. Then you know I learned to fly her from the ultimate authority. [She raises an eyebrow, amused] Don’t be so tense, love. [She kisses his cheek and opens her diary lazily]

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The second letter he writes comes much later. Much later, so, in fact that he'd forgotten about it for ages. It occurred to him only when Jamie had been learning to write, that perhaps writing a letter again would be a good thing to do. 

He wonders if and when she got the first one. It could have been anytime in her timeline, early, late. She might have never gotten it. Still, try once try twice.

Dear Susan, he writes, because this self isn't quite as strict. Of course I was correct in thinking- I have regenerated. Old age, nothing to think off about, mind. It was probably about my time anyway. 

This body is quite younger, and I've picked up the recorder! You'd ought to be glad you're not here to hear me play. Jamie and Victoria complain ever so, but they complain about practically everything they don't fancy about me.

He thinks a moment before the realization adds that Susan would not know who either Jamie or Victoria are.

You'd like Jamie, I think. He's scottish, young. Wears a skirt most of the time. Well, kilt. Between you and me, my dear, I think we both know it's a skirt. 

Victoria is very nice, and I hope one day, perhaps on better terms, you are acquainted with them. (And selfishly, myself.)

Live well, 

Grandfather 

This time, he leaves it at a museum close by. Very small, and the very thing he thought Susan ought to visit one day. He chuckles slightly as he leaves it by the display of cavemen. 

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((replies later- I'm going to swim at a lake with my friend so wheee!))

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*kisses passionately*

You can't- You can't just do that!

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*STABS MERCILESSLY*

Well, beyond all else that's just rude. 

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((whATS GOING ON IN MY ASK TODAY?))

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*pokes*

That’s- You can just poke people like that. It’s rude. 

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[He folds his arms, looking pleased with himself. Until, of course, he realizes she's joking] Oi! I've flown this TARDIS since before your creation was even thought of. Don't sass me so. And no, in answer. I'm just passed..[He pauses. It's been long enough, he thinks. Long enough.] Manhattan. 

Of course you can, sweetie. [she rolls her eyes, biting back a smile] But you know what happened… oh, I suppose you haven’t done Alexandria yet, have you?

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-stares at-

Wha- Hold on, you're me!  Or, at least you look like me. Fool me twice, and all...

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The first letter he sends was written in the night, while everyone else was sleeping. It was a rather random idea, the Doctor could admit, but it seemed to cling to him, refusing to be shaken. So he gathers paper and pen and sets himself to write it. 

Dear Granddaughter, He writes, because Susan is not really her name, and everything else feels stiff or rude. I hope that you are doing well where you are, and that you are happy. Whenever you find this, of course.

He pauses, because the letter is short. He should, he thinks, tell her how he's doing. 

I feel this body growing older, Susan. Rather much too old, I should think. If in my feelings I am correct- as nearly always I am- I am glad to know that I spent such a great deal of time in this body with you. 

With Love,  Your Grandfather. 

He reads it over and decides it'll have to do. And though it's late, and he should be sleeping, he sends his TARDIS to a library near where she left, hoping she might one day find it among the then-yellowed books, perhaps, he thinks, with her own grandchildren. 

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Yes, and how exactly would you know th-....[He makes a face, realization hitting him with slight disgruntlement]  Oh, right....well, I can do them correctly, then.  Don't look at me like that. I can.

Oh, honey… you know she rather likes repairs to be done correctly. As in, without having to stop again in the next galaxy.

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"Are they so?" The Doctor asked, smiling. "I should think it's a good mark of character, whether or not you like Jammy Dodgers. Of course, I like Jammy Dodgers, so if that gives you any measure of what kind of people like Jammy Dodgers you might be better off not liking them at all....anyway. Out back sounds grand!"

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‘I do.’ She nodded. ‘Jammy dodgers are a favorite of mine. Maybe we should go out back.’ She suggested with a smile, pushing the door open with her foot.