Took me a while, didn’t it? Still, did say I’d come back.
[He could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. His granddaughter may not have been a Time Lady, but she was brilliant all the same. But she’d never regenerate, and that meant her life would always be so short compared to his.
And eventually, he’d be alone again.
He held Susan’s arms, letting her learn his new face as he studied her matured one. Considering that she’d had no TARDIS when he left her, it was unlikely that she knew about the War, but there was always a possibility. Not that he’d mention it to her, rather, he wanted her to believe that their people were alive.]
Always keep my promises when I make them.
[That brought another smile to her face.
If there was one thing the Doctor - her grandfather - did without fail, it was keep his promises. He may stumble along the way, hesitate and trip, but he always arrived when he needed to. He always did as he was supposed to. He was not a Time Lord who went back on his promises. And that was why, even after her husband and children had passed on, she kept going. She kept studying the stars in their memories, and in the hopes that, one day, he would come back for her.
And here he was.]
I know, Granddad. I know.
“It might be slightly exaggerated, but my observation skills are quite sharp. Though it’s nothing, I simply do what others tend to ignore.”
So how much of it is exaggerated? Is it only a little fib, or is Sherlock Holmes just another man with a good eye?
[She can’t help herself anymore. She’s intrigued.]
“That he has. But he tend to take things out and place them in, involving opinion and such. I never really appreciated his work after I tried writing on my own. You must captivate the reader, and he does it wonderfully.”
That he does. And he manages to capture you unique talent for spotting the often unseen. Tell me - is that exaggerated, or are you really that observant, sir?
“Quite frankly, it appears that most people I meet have. And yet I know not much about them before hand.”
You have your friend John Watson to thank for that. His published accounts of your cases have rocketed you into the spotlight, if you do not mind my saying so.
“Hello, Miss. Sherlock Holmes, pleasure to meet you.”
It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Holmes. I’ve heard a lot about you.
[He pursed his lips, digging the heels of his shoes into the ground. He had felt so alone for years, particularly during and after the War - and he had subjected his own granddaughter to that. David wouldn’t have even lasted a century after he’d left, and, if they had children (The idea of him have great grandchildren, it was beyond imaginable ), they would have had blood too diluted to live as long as their mother. Whether or not Susan accepted it, it had been him that had made it happen.]
Dunno, this face is pretty good at apologizing, Susan.
[It was a weak joke, but nonetheless, he hoped it would lighten the mood, at least a little. The Doctor raised his eyebrows, hoping to see her smile.]
[She knows when he’s trying to joke, and so she gifts him with a chuckle. It’s a small one, but still there, still an effort to break the tension. She did not blame her grandfather; she never had. But it seemed as though he blamed himself.
She hoped that was not a trait he had developed over the years. She would hate to know that her wonderful Granddad was now someone who could only loathe himself.
Quietly, Susan reached out, her fingers brushing against his. Her lips curved gently.]
Like I said, Grandfather, there is no need to apologize. You’re back now.