"Here we are. Twenty first century London, Coal Hill. If Susan is anywhere, this is where she'll be."

Countless questions floated to the tip of Foreman's tongue as if they were pieces of ice within an ocean. He couldn't surpress all of them despite how silly they seemed when they managed to be vocalised.

"How are you so sure that this is the precise time and place where we can find Susan?"

"I have my ways of knowing," the Doctor replied.

"And I suppose you aren't going to share any of those ways with me at this particular moment, correct?" Foreman asked, raising his head up. He, like so many others, had difficulty following the Doctor and all of his thoughts. At this particular moment, Foreman found this to be very prevalent..

"Correct," the Doctor confirmed.

Foreman was already finding himself irritated with how secretive the Doctor was being - it was if he was purposefully witholding information just so he could see how Foreman would end up reacting. He wanted to see him get irritated and start to worry about this or that. Foreman, however, didn't want to let this to get to him...yet.

"But what if she's not there?" Foreman asked. "Are we just going to pop into the TARDIS again and dash off somewhere else?"

"It is highly unlikely that she isn't here," the Doctor responded, refusing to turn around to look at Foreman fully. He wouldn't give the other Time Lord the time of day, not at the moment. Instead, he wanted Foreman to figure out the various things that were occurring around him by himself.

"Oh, yes, because you have your ways of knowing where she is," Foreman quipped, shaking his head back and forth in a somewhat violent fashion.

"And you're trying to tell me that you do know where she is?" the Doctor asked.

"If I had known where she was and had the means to get to her, I would've left my scrapyard ages ago. I never would've started a show, or anything," Foreman began to ramble out in defense of himself. He noticed the Doctor tended to worm into his mind at the most inconvient of times, managing to make him overthink everything on his mind. After this, however, he fell almost entirely silent.

The two men finally stopped right in front of Coal Hill, Foreman shoving his hands into his coat pockets as he waited for the Doctor to make the first move.

"You're really sure she's here?" Foreman asked once again, skepticism creeping into his tone.

"Surely you must realise why she would be here," the Doctor exclaimed. "You must've realised that she went to Coal Hill when she looked to be a young girl! Just because she regenerated and grew in age doesn't mean she stopped caring about the place!"

"She came back simply because it's familiar," Foreman said, his mind starting to connect into what the Doctor was saying.

"Well, wouldn't you?" the Doctor asked. "If there's one place that has happy memories adhered to it, you'd always want to go back there whenever you managed to get an opportunity to. Certainly you can relate to this, yes?"

"Of course I can," Foreman sighed, his mind already starting to wander off to think of his own ways that he could relate to the sitaution. This was excessively strange for him to delve into - he'd spent so many years stuck in a singular place and time and therefore had to train himself to no linger think so deeply about it all.

His eyes fixed on the door just so he would have a fixed point to stare at. However, he wasn't allowed to stay locked into his thoughts for much longer as the Doctor soon raised his voice and took him out of his reverie.

"Come on, Foreman, we're going in now. I know you want to keep thinking up all sorts of things, but at the moment we have something to do."

"I'm aware of that," Foreman sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Perhaps deciding to go along with the Doctor had been a bad idea simply because their personalities were clashing even at this early point in time. All they were doing at the moment was going off to get Susan, of course. Susan was the most important and prevalent thing in both of their minds.

The Doctor pushed open the doors, Foreman trailing just a few steps behind. The halls were nearly silent, almost all of the teachers gone and the students off going about their after school activities. There was an eerie sense to it, simply because of the lack of noise in a place that was usually bursting with life.

"How do you know where to go? Do you have this all planned out?" Foreman asked, his eyebrows creasing. "I mean, you never look back - you seem to know exactly where you're going, even though I haven't the foggiest how..."

"I don't exactly do plans, you see," the Doctor replied. "But I find that people tend to trust me more when they think I know what I'm doing."

"Are you trying to tell me that you don't know what you're doing at the moment?" Foreman asked, his eyes beginning to bulge. "You've been acting all this time as if you know precisely where to find Susan and that it'll all be simple."

"I can always guess," the Doctor said. "And sometimes you just have to go with your gut feeling."

He apparently found that his gut feeling led him to one specific classroom that deserted save for a single person standing within. The Doctor and Foreman stepped further into the room in order to get a better view of her.

A young woman stood there, bent over and picking up a stack of papers off the table. While there was a hint of exhaustion pushing out of her chest in a small sigh, her eyes glinted with contentment. Perhaps this wasn't the most perfect life, but she was still certainly happy. Her lips curled up in a small smile that seemed to be adhered to her face.

There was no denying that she was pleased with the life she had been leading so far.

But that didn't mean there would be no ways for her life to be improved. She could be craving adventure, like the sorts she'd experienced years ago with her grandfather and his enormous blue box that was actually a time machine from an entirely different planet...if, of course, she was the Susan Foreman they were searching for.

"Susan," the Doctor said. Surely enough, the woman made a start at the sound of her name, her head popping up and her eyes starting to flit around to see who had just said her name out loud. She finally laid eyes upon the Doctor and Foreman, both of them standing there quietly.

Foreman's breath immediately caught in his throat - this was his Susan. His Susan Foreman. He hadn't set eyes on her in so many years, and just about everything about her had changed. But just by being in the same room with her, he knew that she was most certainly his daughter standing there and collecting all of her papers.

With such thoughts rushing through his head, he became frozen in his spot as if he'd grown roots and could not possibly move again. How could it be true that this was her, after all this time? He'd never expected to do anything more than glimpse at his daughter once again after she'd been taken away from him. He believed he'd already seen the last of her on that one fateful day, as horrible as that felt to him.

It was taking all of his willpower to prevent his jaw from dropping down towards the floor just simply because he couldn't believe that it was truly her standing before him. This, in turn, ended up with him tensing up his chin and allowing his eyes to bulge as he looked over to her.

The Doctor's face, on the other hand, melted into a welcoming smile. He'd been prepared for this moment from the very first time he'd allowed the idea of it occurring to pop into his head. Now it was all coming into place right in front of him, and he absolutely adored it. He could tell that Susan was beginning to process who he was and what he was doing there.

In the meanwhile, however, the Doctor realised that Foreman had barely gotten a moment to think about what would actually happen when his daughter was standing before him once again. He'd made all sorts of dreams of what he wished to happen, but those were created out of memories that were no matter valid. He needed to be properly warned before he said a word. Just because he was a Time Lord didn't mean that he was going realise what was going on - emotions were getting in the way.

"Say nothing about who you are," the Doctor hissed. "She does not remember - Brook took good care of that. Right now is not the time for introductions."

"But-" Foreman began to protest, only to be cut off by the Doctor.

"Two strange men appear, one of them claiming to be the father she'd never properly known and unable to produce any proof of it except for a name and information of her life which she doesn't remember. Now is not the time to try to explain any of it."

Foreman allowed his eyes to drift shut, but he gave several nods.

Now that the warnings were through, the Doctor took a few steps in Susan's direction.

"You would be Susan Foreman, of course," the Doctor stated, continuing to walk to her. She stood in place, her mind racing to connect all of the dots that she could find.

"Grandfather?" she asked, tears blossoming in her eyes.

The Doctor didn't have to form a single word with his tongue in order to let her know that her suspicions were correct. He simply bowed his head slightly and made eye contact with her. That was all it took to answer her question, and all it took for the tears to start streaming out of her eyes in a deluge.

"Oh, Grandfather, you always said that you would come back one day!" Susan exclaimed, her face buried within the Doctor's shoulder. "I knew that you wouldn't desert me completely, not after all these years...I always knew you were going to come back."

"I don't ever forget my promises, Susan," the Doctor said, stiffening up from the fact that he was being hugged. "I promised to return, and I did. I'm glad that you still care so much about me to have such a reaction."

Foreman cleared his throat, trying to get some attention in the current situation. He'd become nothing more than a set piece in the background of their play. At the moment, they were the stars taking place in their emotional climax. He, on the other hand, remained perfectly still and silent until he couldn't bear it any longer.

"Grandfather, aren't you going to introduce me?" Susan asked, raising her eyebrows high enough that they could easiy recede into her hairline. The effect made her eyes appear to be something more akin to enormous orbs, filled with wonder and more curiosity than anyone would ever expect to see in a grown woman. But of course, Susan was no typical grown woman.

In her head, she was a million different ages all at once - it was something that humans were simply unable to comprehend, with their linear perception of time blurring everything. She was the granddaughter of the Doctor, but also a teacher and an adult.

But none of that could allow her to see into her hidden past where her memories of Foreman stuck. She wouldn't be able to remember it no matter how much she scrutinized Foreman, trying to glean information about him from scanning over him several times over.

"This is I.M. Foreman, better known as Foreman now," the Doctor introduced.

"I.M. Foreman?" Susan asked, a gleam entering her eyes. "Do you mean the I.M. Foreman, from 76 Totter's Lane? The Scrap Yard one?"

"That would be me," Foreman replied, forcing the sides of his lips to curl up into a smile. He then brought his hand up to his hat and tilted in her direction, causing her to let out a small giggle of glee. While it was wonderful to see Susan so happy, he knew that she didn't have the faintest idea who hereally was. I.M. Foreman had been a facade he'd put up and grown into after he'd seperated from Brook.

"That's wonderful," Susan exclaimed. "My last name isn't actually Foreman, of course - it's just I felt such a connection to the scrapyard so I took up your last name..."

"I use it as my first name too," Foreman said, feeling excessively awkward. "Just call me Foreman."

This was not what he had imagined it would be like meeting his daughter again.

He wanted to melt into a puddle and disappear entirely, but he couldn't. Instead, he just listened as the Doctor and Susan continued their own conversation.

"I had a feeling that the TARDIS was around," Susan explained. "I could just feel it in the air - sometimes you just know it's around without seeing or hearing it. You just sort of know that you'll soon be flying through the time vortex and bending the way that seconds and minutes and years fly by."

"Of course," the Doctor exclaimed. "You do have quite a connection to her, after all."

"So where are we off to this time?" Susan asked through her grin. "I assume we must be planning to head somewhere big, somewhere important, if you picked us both up."

"But of course," the Doctor said. "I do have a place in mind, but I believe it will be rather difficult to locate it at first...perhaps one of you two should decide."

"Really?" Susan squealed. "Oh, Foreman, is there anywhere you might want to go? I have a place in mind, but I want you to decide first."

"No, no, you decide where to go first," Foreman said. He honestly didn't have a clue where to go, and it didn't matter to him to begin with.

Susan was perfectly happy with the entire universe at her disposal, but Foreman couldn't help but feel suspicion swelling within his chest and making him start to think there might be more to the situation than the Doctor was letting on. Everything that had been happening from the moment they'd started "traveling" together seemed to have a deep ulterior motive behind them.

Foreman knew he wouldn't be able to simply pry it out of the Doctor - that was simply not the way the Time Lord functioned. But he would manage to figure it out one way or another, certainly.

A/N And the fun times begin! Well, there we are - I haven't much to say at the moment. I just hope anyone who reads this enjoys it! Also, Doctor Who finale tonight - always a fun thing.