Tensions ran so highly between Foreman and the Doctor that even the slightest glance held the possibility of them bursting into some sort of battle, whether it be verbal or physical. No matter what, their moments spent together were excessively volatile, and there was no surefire way to fix it.

On this particular day, Foreman knew that Susan was still sleeping and wouldn't be waking up any time soon. He'd done his best to watch her sleeping patterns so that he knew when he could catch the Doctor alone and wouldn't have to worry about her running into the conversation in the middle of it all.

"Doctor, I know that you don't want to talk about what happened the other day, but we can't continue ignoring it."

"I'm not ignoring it, I'm choosing not to focus on it at the moment," the Doctor replied, focused on the TARDIS controls.

"That sounds an awful lot like you're ignoring it to me," Foreman said, wishing that he could move in front of the Doctor and make sure that he got his own point in while the Doctor actually looked at him. "You're simply choosing to push it away because it doesn't have to do with your Gallifrey."

"You're attempting to place your words in my mouth, and they're all incorrect. I'm sorry that you can't see that. All you can do is find ulterior motives for me," the Doctor said.

"It's not ulterior motives, it is the obvious truth. Doctor, you can't just keep on running away from your past!" Foreman protested, unable to stop frowning. "I know you're awfully good at running, I've experienced well enough of it to be sure of that, but you can't just keep running."

"Says the man who was married to the woman who called herself the perpetual runner," the Doctor replied, shaking his head.

"Yes, your daughter. It was in her genes."

"Not just from me, Foreman. Aren't you forgetting? She had a mother too, a mother who ran just as much as I did."

"Not just as much," Foreman said. "River came to stop sometimes, came to Brook and I. She did it fairly often, too."

"You're missing the point here," the Doctor said. "If I was running away from my past, then I wouldn't have very well brought it into my TARDIS to run along with me!"

"What?"

"I have my son-in-law and my granddaughter here with me," he explained. "If that's running away from my past, then I don't know what those words mean. I brought the two last Time Lords other than myself into the TARDIS. That must count for something, Foreman. That has to count for something."

"It does, it does," Foreman sighed. "But that doesn't make me feel any better about how you refuse to do absolutely anything that involves getting the Songs back or making any contact with them."

"We already have a Song," the Doctor replied. "You're forgetting about Susan. Just because she uses Foreman as her last name doesn't mean that she isn't truly a continuation of the Song line."

"Don't try dragging Susan into this," Foreman said. "This goes far deeper than that, and she doesn't need to have to go through this same struggle."

"Did I hear my name?" Susan asked, stepping in through the entrance to the control room. She wore a smile across her lips, but it was clear she could sense the tension in the room.

"Susan, I thought you were sleeping," Foreman said, unsure how to force himself to keep his composure.

"Sleeping?" Susan said, shaking her head. "No, I was trying to think of ways I could get the TARDIS optimised and up to the best shape and I can manage to fix any problems she might have after...now."

"You do love the TARDIS, don't you, Susan?" the Doctor asked, most likely in order to divert the subject matter.

"I named her," Susan said softly. "I named the TARDIS, all those years ago. I had a different face back then, a different voice...but it was still me. I know she knows."

"She?" Foreman said weakly, as the sound of the Doctor leaving the room for a moment filled his ears. What could that man possibly be doing?

"The TARDIS, of course!" Susan said, giving a slight laugh. "I thought you would have known that much, Foreman. I mean, you were trying to work on her, you must know something about her."

"Not as much as I would have liked to," Foreman sighed.

"There's still time to learn," Susan replied. "I'm willing to help you out, if you'd like it. I mean, I don't see anything wrong with that. You're sort of like a brother to me, Foreman. Maybe we don't know all that much about one another, but it's like we have that special sort of connection."

"A brother," Foreman murmured, the words passing through his lips. "Her brother."

For a moment there was complete silence between the two of them. All they did was stand there and look at one another. Thoughts whirled around Foreman's mind like it was caught in a tornado. There was his daughter standing before him, thinking of him like a brother. Not having any idea of what he really was to her. The Doctor entered the room again, this time wielding a cable that he had slung over his shoulder.

"This should be able to fix it up now," the Doctor said. "Is there something you two started talking about when I was out of the room that I should know of?"

"Nothing," Foreman immediately said, something which earned him quite the look from Susan.

"Actually, I was just about to offer Foreman help in finding these Songs. When I was going to fix the TARDIS, I was also going to rig it in order to make sure I could find these Songs that Foreman seemed so desperate to find. Foreman, would you like that?"

At first, Foreman didn't know how to respond - he hadn't expected this amount of kindness, not even from Susan. He couldn't find any way to get his words out, so instead he simply nodded his head several times in an attempt to make sure he could get his message ut there and allow her to understand.

"Foreman, if I do help you...I want to know who it was you were talking about trying to get back. You kept talking about the Songs, over and over and over again. I asked you to explain it to me, but..."

"I didn't quite have the means to explain any of it to you at the moment, but...I suppose I might be able to explain it now."

"Could you actually do that?" Susan said, pure happiness pushing into her face. "Could you actually explain it to me even though you told me that you couldn't?"

Foreman looked over to the Doctor, knowing that if anyone was going to stop him, it was going to be eldest Time Lord in the TARDIS. The entirety of time and space wasn't an entity which would smother his mouth - at least, not as far as he knew of. The only one who could stop him now was the Doctor, and yet the man remained silent.

"Are you going to stop me now, Doctor?" Foreman asked. "This isn't your matter to speak of, but it has always been your matter to silence. Are you going to stop me now?"

Susan flicked her gaze between the Doctor and Foreman, wondering how this animosity had occurred. She'd always sensed it, yes, but she'd never fully understood it.

The Doctor made no response to Foreman, although he did acknowledge the look that was given to him. His lips were set in an unshakable line, one that wouldn't quiver up or down for a single moment. It was a look that he had perfected in this newer regeneration and one he didn't plan to forget.

In those moments, Foreman decided that he knew what he had to do. Whether the Doctor was upset with him or not didn't matter. He just needed to speak to his daughter as her father.

"The Songs are two women, two brilliant and beautiful women," Foreman began. "There was River Song and Brook Song. Mother and daughter."

"What happened to them?" Susan asked, creasing her brows.

"They were saved to a computer," Foreman explained. "It's complicated to explain, but..."

"Susan, I'll explain it to you later," the Doctor put in, opening up his mouth to speak.

"Oh, okay then," Susan replied, nodding. "Carry on, Foreman."

"River Song...she was-no, is-your grandmother. Doesn't matter if she was saved, she's still your grandmother."

"What?" Susan began. "No one ever told me about this...Grandfather, how come you never told me?"

"Not now, Susan," the Doctor replied. "Let Foreman continue."

"Wait a moment," Susan said. She was such a clever girl. She couldn't help but notice something important. "If River is my grandmother and she had a daughter, then Brook must be my mother."

"Exactly," Foreman said, finding his voice weak and cracking. "She is your mother."

"What do you mean by that?" Susan said, too taken aback by this new revelation to properly process anything. "Brook is my mother? But..."

"Brook is...was my wife. She was your mother, and I...I was your father. I suppose I still am," Foreman replied, struggling to push out every word. The Doctor stood right there, someone who could manage to strike down his words at any moment. But as far as Foreman could see, time wasn't falling apart.

In fact, the only think that was ripping apart at the seams was him.

"You're...you're my father?" Susan exclaimed, unable to utter out any other words. "You? All this time..."

"Susan Foreman. It was more than just fate that you took up the name. That was the name given to you at birth. Susan Arkytior Foreman. That's my daughter's name, and that's your name. You're my daughter, Susan."

"I can't believe it," Susan said, shaking her head. Despite her reaction, she found herself growing more and more accustomed to the idea. It was no longer quite a shock - it was just something she could learn to love. In these moments, a smile started curling the tips of her lips upwards.

"Well, it's the truth," Foreman said, unsure of how to react to her new emotions over this news. "I'm your father, and I always have been. I wish I could've let you know sooner...but that is beside the matter, I suppose. I am your father."

Susan didn't say anything at first, only whipped her hand up to her mouth to contain a gasp which she never ended up releasing. Foreman didn't trust himself to look at her eyes and attempt to glean her true feelings about the matter - but if he had, then he would've noticed that her eyes were gleaming with happiness.

"Grandfather, is he telling the truth?" Susan said. She was almost entirely convinced already, but she wished to have the Doctor put his input in as well.

The Doctor paused, avoiding the inevitable answer which he needed to give to his granddaughter. At first, Foreman believed he was going to let out an enormous lie and claim that every word which had spilt from the man's mouth had been untrue. After all his selfishness, Foreman certainly wouldn't be surprised.

And as Foreman waited for inevitable, he gritted his teeth. Susan finally knew, but it might be torn apart within a matter of seconds if the Doctor decided to speak his mind on the situation. It wouldn't be fair, but it would be the Doctor's decision, and therefore there was nothing he could do.

"Of course it's true. He couldn't make such a thing up, I'm certain," the Doctor said. "And besides, what could he possibly gain by making such a profound lie? I see no reason why it would be false...and, in fact, I know that it is most certainly true."

"You know that it's true?" Susan said, releasing a small gasp. "You've got to be kidding me...this can't be reality..."

"He just said I would have no reason to lie," Foreman replied. "And, as he's always correct, I must be telling the truth."

"Then...oh, my goodness!" Susan exclaimed, biting her lip to prevent her smile from growing too large. "It's all true!"

"It's all true," Foreman echoed, shocked that the Doctor had been on his side of the story for once. "All of it."

"Foreman...or maybe I should start calling you...start calling you Father," Susan said, taking a few breathless steps in his direction.

"You don't have to do anything if you don't want to," Foreman mumbled in response. What was he supposed to say? He'd been clueless enough as a father the first time around, but he hadn't considered these moments when he'd imagined being Susan's father once again. He was missing something, of course...

"It'll take some time to get used to saying Father rather than Foreman," Susan continued. "But I think I can do it if I put my mind to it...and it seems like we'll have more than enough time to do such a thing when it comes down to it."

Foreman waited for her to say something more, but instead she just swung her arms around his torso and pulled herself up in an embrace with him. She not only found a pleasant surprise in finding her father, she adored the idea of finally of having one of her parents standing before her.

"I wish I'd known sooner," Susan murmured. "Things might've been so different, if only..."

"At least we know now," Foreman said. "All of the years might be lost, but we have now."

"You're right," Susan said, breaking away from him. "I can hardly believe this, but I'm so happy."

"I'm happy you're happy," Foreman said, somewhat numbed by what happened.

"I...I have to go share this news!" Susan exclaimed, her excitement overcoming her. She could barely speak because of how thrilled she was, something which was rather alarming to the other two Time Lords.

"Share this news?" the Doctor echoed, presumably trying to ask who she had in the TARDIS to share the news with. But Susan didn't reply - she'd already dashed off to go and share the news with whoever she had to share it with.

"What do you think she's talking about?" Foreman asked, thinking that the Doctor would somehow know more on this topic than he did.

"I don't have the faintest idea what she was going on about," the Doctor said, simply staring off in the direction where the girl had just run off as if watching her trail could somehow manage to explain to him what it was he was missing.

"Maybe we just aren't meant to know what she's doing," Foreman sighed. "Or maybe she can't say it quite yet."

"I'm sure we'll find out eventually, one way or another."

"Or, maybe, we could ask her."