Beneath the dim lighting of the TARDIS were two men, their pale skin lit by the few lights that flashed throughout the time machine. This effect made them seem almost as if they were glowing, even though neither felt particularly happy at the moment. There was tension rising between the two, something that could not be simply pushed aside.

The two men were both Time Lords, both related albeit not directly. They were family, but it didn't seem to fully compute with either one at the moment. If anything, they both felt irritated with the other despite trying to attempt a friendly reunion. It just didn't seem possible for them to pull off.

"Do I have much of a choice?" Foreman asked, finding himself completely exasperated. He was somewhat uncomfortable answering the Doctor's question of whether he was going to stay or not with another question, but it seemed to be the only feasible way he could respond. Frankly, he didn't know whether or not he had a choice to begin with.

"Of course you do," the Doctor scoffed. "I might not be able to get you back to the exact time you were just at, but...Foreman. This is your daughter we're talking about, my granddaughter. I think everything would be better off if we were all reunited."

"But what if it's not?" Foreman asked, trying to not only convince the Doctor this was the wrong choice, but also attempting to convince himself he shouldn't go through with it. He could see so much of the interest, so many of the good things that could make everything better for him - but he didn't want to be seduced by the idea of adventure. He wasn't an adventurer. He never had been.

That was a job that he'd always let his wife be in charge of. Brook could take him along wherever she wanted to go and he would always be there, if only just a few steps behind. That was the way he enjoyed doing things. There was a consistent home to return to, with enough constants to keep him from going out of his head.

Now, however, he was starting to see how not having those certain constants could be exhilirating. He'd never fully understood it for such a long while, but now that he was given the option to simply fly out into the void of time and space he could feel his pulse increasing, his mind starting spin with all of the possibilities...

"I don't know," Foreman sighed. "I just don't know if this is something that I can do. Maybe I should just go back now - I'm better off there. I can think about it more there."

"It's too late to change the TARDIS's flight pattern. We have to land first before I can bring you back to the sixties."

"But of course. I should've known it couldn't be so easy. But I do assume that you have some sort of plan..."

"We're going to look for Susan once we land," the Doctor said. "That was the plan all along. We're going to do this all together."

"We?" Foreman asked, starting to get more and more uncomfortable in the current situation.

"Yes, we," the Doctor replied. He walked around the console of the TARDIS to pull another lever. Foreman started deciphering what he was doing in order to pilot the machine, but he couldn't keep up. The TARDIS wasn't like any other time machine - or any other TARDIS - he'd ever known. When he lived on Gallifrey, he'd never found much use for any sort of time machines.

"I never agreed to any of this," Foreman said, shaking his hands in order to provide further emphasis to every word forced out from between his lips. "I never said I wanted to go off with you into all of space and time."

"You might've mentioned that a few times, Foreman," the Doctor replied, still focused on making sure he knew what was going on with the TARDIS. He felt confident he'd be able to land the TARDIS in the correct time and place on his first attempt as long as he paid attention to what he was doing.

"I'm...I can't do this, Doctor, I'm not prepared. I wasn't planning to head off into the time vortex and just abandon my life as I.M. Foreman."

"Oh, come on! We're time travelers, and that's as prepared for anything as we get. It's not as simple as everyone seems to think it is, but being dropped into the unknown is one of the most fun parts of it all!"

"Of course it is," Foreman said, biting his lip. Each of his hearts seemed to be in a different place, both conflicting against one another as he tried to decide what his best option was. He didn't have to help the Doctor out to find Susan. He could convince him to take him back to the sixties and make sure everything worked out.

But nothing would have changed if he went back to the sixties. He'd be given the security of staying in one time and place with one simple goal, but of course there he'd also find himself regretting leaving this opportunity behind.

There were only so many people who got to travel with the Doctor in the TARDIS. The Doctor had specifically found him in order to ask him to go along with him. He was one of few to say that had occurred - even Brook, the Doctor's daughter, couldn't say that.

"Fine," Foreman said, swallowing back any of the apprehension that was still desperate to push out of him. "I will go along with you to find Susan. I want to see my daughter again, and I guess that's more important than pretty much anything else I'd be doing."

"There you go!" the Doctor exclaimed. "Took you long enough to go through with it. Ah, well - at least we got to the proper answer in the end."

"So we're going to see Susan again," Foreman said, nodding several times. "I'm going to see Susan again. My little girl..."

"I believe that was the point I was trying to explain to you several times over, Foreman," the Doctor exclaimed, trying to divert his focus back to making sure he was properly piloting the TARDIS. This was no time to make a mistake. He'd made sure to convince Foreman, and now he couldn't possibly allow it to fall apart at the seams now.

But of course, there were certain things that had to be said before the two could possibly get through it all. The Doctor knew so many details that Foreman was practically clueless about, some of them about his own daughter. There were things that needed to be said, and he was going to say them no matter how much it could upset Foreman.

"Foreman, I have to warn you..."

"Warn me?" Foreman asked, squeaking slightly. He couldn't deny it - he was frightened of what the Doctor might end up saying next. He knew just how dangerous the man's escapades could end up becoming.

"Yes, warn you about Susan-"

"What happened to Susan?" Foreman immediately snapped. "Did someone hurt her? Has she been hurt in the time I've been gone from her? I know it's likely been over a century since we were last together, I stopped keeping count, but..."

"Foreman, Foreman, Foreman," the Doctor replied, shaking her head. "No, it's not like that. Although I must admit that I haven't seen her in many years either."

"Then you don't know anything that's going on, now do you?" Foreman challenged, raising his eyebrows.

"It's not like that. Susan is fine, and that's the thing I'm trying to warn you about."

"You have to warn me that my daughter is fine?" Foreman asked, forcing out a laugh. The Doctor began to scowl before he caught himself and made sure that he kept himself on track.

"She's not going to be the little girl you were forced to abandon all those years ago," the Doctor explained. "You knew her as a brilliant child, a four year old with a life laid out ahead of her. Now a portion of that life has been lived, and you must accept that before you see her again."

Foreman scrunched up his nose, the rest of his face starting to pinch together as he continued to think about this. Certainly the Doctor understood that he knew about the laws of time. He was a Time Lord, just like the Doctor. Granted, he was far younger and hadn't traveled even a fraction as much, but at the end of the day he'd studied all the same things.

He tried to divert his mind to things that made him feel less upset about this or that. He knew he was capable of doing better than that - he didn't want to simply find ways to clash with the Doctor right as everything was just getting started. Instead, he thought about the other main portion of the situation - Susan herself.

Foreman remembered his daughter. He tried to recall all of the details of her face, the way her tiny voice sounded whenever it met his ears...but it became very clear extremely quickly that would not be anywhere near as easy as he'd wanted. He'd lost count of the years since he'd last seen her, but of course there was the matter that she didn't even realise he existed.

He remembered the day all too well - his wife had taken the vortex manipulator and erased their four year old daughter's memory in an attempt to cut all of her ties from that life. He'd had such difficulty understanding why his Susan had to be hurt in this, but he didn't try to question Brook about it. Soon she would end up having her own memory erased, becoming Miss Evangelista and allowing herself to die...

His little girl, his Susan. At least she was still alive - that was far more than what he could say for Brook. He missed the days when he'd been able to have his child near to him, when he'd been able to know that he was nurturing her and teaching her how to grow up and live. She certainly must've learned so much after growing up on Gallifrey, but it wasn't the same...it hadn't been him.

But Susan would still be Foreman's daughter. No memory loss formula or upbringing would alter that in his mind. The Doctor could tell him that things would be different all he liked - Foreman had made up his own decision about what would happen and how he would let it happen. He would be able to take her back into his arms and somehow she would understand what had happened.

It would take quite a miracle for Susan to remember everything about her past, but it had been one major miracle when the Doctor had popped up in his blue box to whisk Foreman off. He wouldn't take no for an answer and through that mindset he had managed to convince Foreman of what to do.

What Foreman believed was that the fact he was Susan's father and he'd cared for her for the first four years of her life meant that she would end up breaking past the barriers placed within her mind when she had been so very young. It would work out due to love - he'd experienced plenty of miracles due to love, as cliche and silly as it seemed.

Of course, what Foreman was forgetting was that Susan had been practically raised by the Doctor. After her memory had been erased, she'd been delivered to the Doctor and then grown up traveling around in the TARDIS...the very TARDIS that Foreman was standing in that very moment. Both Time Lords viewed themselves as a fatherly figure to Susan, and neither would give up that title.

They hadn't even set their eyes upon Susan and they were already beginning to find themselves conflicting over the girl. For all they knew, she wouldn't even care about any of it.

"I don't think there is going to be much of a problem when I meet Susan once again," Foreman said proudly, all of his thoughts coming together to build him a pedestal of confidence to keep him going onwards. This was most certainly going to work out.

"You're sure of that, Foreman?"

"Fairly sure. I mean, the only problem I can see is the fact it's been such an awfully long time since I've last seen her. That wasn't exactly my choice, however. There was nothing I could've done."

"That, and she won't remember," the Doctor stated, taking in a deep breath as he allowed this fact to fully set in for Foreman. "She only ever showed a few signs of her memories, but she never cracked through it. I would think that this wouldn't have changed over the years...but who knows?"

"No one truly knows, then," Foreman said, lifting up his head. However, his moment of pride and confidence in managing to figure everything out had been absolutely shattered by the Doctor's words. Certainly she would remember something. She'd chosen the name Susan, after all...

There had to be more to it than simply not remembering. There was so much more to that genius girl, his daughter who he'd only known for four years. Four years was enough to let him glimpse into who she would become.

The cogs in Foreman's head began their unstoppable churning once again. He wondered to himself what really made someone the right parent for someone...surely his blood would end up giving himself just as much a claim as Susan's father as the Doctor.

But his blood ran through Susan just the same. They were all three related, and nothing could change any of that. There was nothing to be done about it, no matter how much Foreman wanted to believe that Susan was almost entirely his. He'd spent so many hours of his life thinking simply about her, and of how he wanted to have her as his daughter once again.

Evidently the Doctor was having some sort of similar feelings - he certainly wanted to find Susan, and he wanted to do it in a speedy fashion as well. He knew that the Doctor wasn't the sort who enjoyed waiting very much, but this seemed to be fairly urgent. He'd not wasted a moment trying to convince Foreman to stick along with the plan he'd already created.

In that moment, Foreman felt a realisation pass through him - if everything that the Doctor spoke was true, then there was something major going on. He wouldn't be trying to reunite them all at the same time without a proper reason.

As far as Foreman knew, he, the Doctor, and Susan were unlike anyone else in the universe.

They were the last three Time Lords in existence.

A/N Well, well, well. Isn't that lovely. And it's just in time for the finale, right? Basically, I'm just hoping that everyone out there like it! Yeah, that's about all I can really say at the moment.