Susan
by Alan Taylor
PG rating
Summary- Drabble with the 1st Doctor and Susan.
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Susan was wearing the leather cat-suit with the studded collar again. It distressed him. He was getting too old for that sort of thing, far too old.
"Susan, my dear, I think we ought to try a new game."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," she drawled, taking out her gum and sticking it to his forehead.
He thought for a few moments, his brow wrinkling in concentration. "I've got it!" he smiled, leaping unsteadily to his feet, a wicked glint in his eyes that she found intriguing. "How do you fancy dressing up as a schoolgirl and pretending to be my grand-daughter?"
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