‘Of Raised Voices and Marshmallows’
Another Tentoo and Rose story!
Summary: It was their first proper argument… and oh, how he feels terrible. Tentoo and his daughter have their first argument so yes, there’s angst but also more softness in this than the marshmallows in the title.
“I told you not to touch anything!”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I just wanted to help!”
Loud voices radiated around the garden and the shed. A large piece of an alien spaceship was strewn out in bits, dangerous looking wires and tools scatters on the workbenches and floor. Inside, two figures were stood only a few feet apart.
Both looking as angry and frustrated as they felt.
“This is the last time I’m going to tell you, Susan, it’s not okay to wander in here on your own - this is the third time you’ve done this, do you know how dangerous that could be?”
“I-I… I just wanted to help, I was bored, Daddy, I’ve been in my room since after breakfast!”
A very curious nine-year old Susan had walked into the shed, hoping her father would want to do something with until her Mum returned. Rose had taken her little brother to her grandparents for the day, so it was only her and the Doctor in the house. It never happened very often with their busy lives and with the daughter of a time-traveler being stuck inside four walls, the boredom was bound to grow.
Recently, it had been all about her little brother and Susan was starting to feel a little pushed away - Jack had started nursery and seemed to be the light in her parents eyes. Susan never complained. She’d made plenty of friends at school thanks to her charm and was starting to develop relationships and groups with her peers. Her love for playing hadn’t dwindled, but there was only so much adventuring she could do on her own.
Her father never seemed to have the time anymore.
And in the end, she had just been curious. He always told her curiosity was good, yet now it was bad.
“What if that had been something more dangerous, ey? How do you think me and your mother would feel if you hurt yourself in here - you know this is a private area for my work and my work only, Susan!”
“I’m not a baby anymore, why are you treating me like one?!”