A/N: This is a sequel to Jenny Who, my first Vastra and Jenny fic. It adheres to the original ending, so at the moment Jenny is unaware of her kinship to the Doctor. This takes place immediately after first episode of Season 8.

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The Patternoster Gang returned to their home after the events at the now closed Mancini's Family restaurant. As Clara changed her cloths and met with Vastra in the conservatory before leaving, Jenny went to the room where the Doctor had stayed to clean up after their guest.

When Jenny entered the room carrying a sponge and a water bucket. She gazed at the calculations all over the floor, and the overlapping circles of the Gallifreyan language all over the wall. "What a mess" the maid initially thought to herself. She lifted a wet sponge from the water bucket and squeezed it until it was only damp. She was about to start erasing the marks. It occurred to her that it didn't seem right to erase them. Had the doctor written all this for a reason? Vastra had described the markings as mathematical nonsence, and the lizard saw little point in keeping the Gallifreyan graffiti on the walls, as it didn't translate and could not be understood by anyone in the household.

Jenny took another look around the room. She stared in awe of the beautiful circular writing of the Gallifreyan language. And the math on the floor started to look like more than nonsense. Jenny dropped her sponge back inot the bucked as she picked up the abandoned piece of chalk. She followed the peculiar urge to add to the markings. She started with the familiar symbols on the floor. She did not know from where all this was coming. Her studies into mathematics was limited, though it had been part of the training that Vastra had given her. Several minutes later she was still scrawling on the floor.

She was interrupted by a rough knock on the door before Strax came in. "Don't come in any further", she told him, concerned that the Sontaran's careless footsteps would smudge the marks. Strax stopped where he was. "Madam has asked that I assist you with cleaning the room, as it appears to be taking you so long. Would a grenade help?" he offered.

"No grenades," she responded with mild irritation. "I am no longer cleaning this room, and neither are you. Please leave."

The Sontaran shrugged his shoulders and left to report to his "superior officer". He stomped down the staorres and returned to the conservatory where Vastra sat in a wooden chair, enjoying tea.

"The boy says he is not cleaning the room and that I should not do so either."

"Oh?" the Silurian raised her eyebrows. She was a little surprised, and wondered what Jenny was doing in the room for so long.

"I suggested a grenade but he refused my assistance," Strax complained.

"I see." Vastra took another sip of tea as the Sontaran stared expectantly at her.

"Perhaps a bite from a Sontaran sand worm will properly motivate the boy".

"Jenny will not be bitten by a Sontaran sand worm or anything else for that matter. She may do as she likes. If she does not want your help then you are excused."

Upstairs Jenny stood from the floor and gazed at the walls. She recognized that the circular language was Gallifreyan as it looked similar to the markings on the crib at Demon's Run. As she continued to stare at the alien writing the more it seemed familiar to it. As though she should be able to comprehend it. She stepped toward the wall with the chalk still in hand and began adding circles. She didn't have time to be surprised at this action, or the fact that she appeared to have the ability to draw perfect circles. As though in a trance she continued writing.

Hours later Vastra's growing concern drove her to check in on her wife. It was unusual for Jenny to spend so much time in isolation doing an unknown activity. The Silurian entered the bedroom. She saw the scrawling on the floor and the Gallifreyan on the walls. She could tell that some had been written by the Doctor and then added to by Jenny. She observed the woman, still adding circles upon circles. "Jenny, what are you doing?" the green lady asked. Jenny did not pause what she was doing, or even acknowledge the Silurian.

The Silurian stepped closer to her young wife, and admired the Gallifreyan she was writing. "Jenny, do you know what..."

"Shush," Jenny interrupted. She then focused deeply on finishing tiny circle, then continued on to making a new larger one.

Vastra found this both curious and rather concerning. Since the regeneration in 1886, Jenny had forgotten the upleading events and that she was the Doctor's daughter. She was unaware of her Gallifreyan lineage. Vastra had thought it likely that she would be happier and safer that way. Seeing the Gallifreyan writing all over the walls however, must have activated something in Jenny. Her wife appeared to be in an obsessive trance as she added to the writing.

"Jenny, please, you need rest," the Silurian stated.

The comment was ignored. This behavior was so unlike Jenny, who was normally so alert and as attentive as a wife as she pretended to be as a maid. The green lady gently grasped the right wrist of her lover to stop the incessant writing. This action elicited a sharp shriek and intense glare from Jenny. The Silurian immediately let go.

"Jenny what's wrong?" Vastra asked, wanting to help.

"Can't stop." Jenny finally responded after several moments of silence.

Vastra let this sink in. Can't stop, or won't stop, she wondered. "Would you like me to go?"

Jenny provided a gruff nod in return.

The green lady prepared herself for bed, trying to avoid feeling dejected, or allow her worry for Jenny to overwhelm her thoughts. A few minutes later she found herself laying a lone in bed. An occurrence that has not happened since marrying Jenny. She found it to be a cold and lonely place and found herself wondering how she had ever slept without the warmth of her wife's warm blooded body next to her.

Several hours later Vastra awoke from a restless night of sleep only to discover that her wife had never joined her in bed. Her concern from the night before grew immensely. She paced quickly to the other bedroom and entered. She saw that Jenny was still up, and writing on walls. "Jenny" she called, trying to get her wife's attention. It did not work the first time. She called again. Still no acknowledgement. She stepped toward her wife, who was now working diligently on another portion of the wall. "Jenny, please, you need rest."

There was no response.

"Jenny, will you please, at least acknowledge me".

Nothing. The woman continued to write in circles.

The Silurian was at a loss. Jenny was not communicating with her, or perhaps was unable to do so. She had been up all night and seemingly in a trance. Concerned for the health of her wife, Vastra stepped closer until she was directly behind her. She wrapped her long arms around the petite woman, careful not to impede the movement of the right arm, which had so upset Jenny the night before. "Please, come to bed" she begged her wife, "I don't sleep well without you."

Usually such a remark would appeal to Jenny's great sense of empathy, but at this time the woman continued her writing.

The Silurian raised one of her hands to Jenny's head and briefly petted the soft hair that had come undone from the tight bun sometime during the night. She could sense more warmth then usual coming from Jenny. She softly placed the back of her scaly green hand against Jenny's forehead. The strong heat at that location confirmed Vastra's suspicions of a mild fever.

With Jenny either reluctant or unable to communicate or get herself to bed, the Silurian decided that it was in Jenny's best interest that she use their telepathic link. She attempted to reach out with her mind. Usually in the past when they managed to link their minds, Vastra felt a certain comfort that she associated with Jenny's courteous personality. This time, however, all she sensed was confusion. She briefly saw in her lover's mind an overwhelming amount of the circles associated with the Gallifreyan writing. Then the image disappeared. Vastra placed two fingers at Jenny's temples and projected into the center of the woman's mind an image of perfect sleep.

As soon as she had done so, Jenny, fell limp against her. Vastra caught the woman easily and carried her wife's sleeping form back to the bed that they shared. She pulled the covers over Jenny. She was uncertain what to do next. Since her own sleep was so restless, she thought perhaps to take a nap. She crawled beneath the blankets herself on the other side of the bed.