Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1314
Author's Summary: There are times Susan just won't stop screaming
Characters/Pairings: Susan Foreman, One
This fic is set in the murky era of Susan and the Doctor's early adventures. They aren't called Susan and the Doctor yet; they are a mysterious pair, a strange old man and an unnamed child showing up unexpectedly in the night. And, as the outsider POV makes clear, they are aliens and unfamiliar with the world their exile has brought them too. The child who will be Susan is very young here, but her need for food and warmth is already forcing the man who will one day be the Doctor to depend on humans – and also, to defend them.
She found the old man sitting on a chest, the baby – his granddaughter, so he'd said – in his arms. He had set what must be a lamp on the chest beside him, though it looked like no lamp Jane had ever seen. The light did not flicker like an oil lamp or a tallow candle; it was a steady glow, cold and greenish.
"Is there something the matter?" Jane asked, in a brief interval while the baby was drawing breath.
"I wish I knew, madam." As usual, the man's words were polite, though there was a hint of peremptoriness in his tone. "She surely can't be hungry so soon after her last feed, and she does not require changing."
"Shall I hold her for a little?" Jane suggested.
"If you could, madam."