Chapter One: Jack

He was standing there, fiddling with the controls of the TARDIS again as he did every morning it seemed. I walked up behind him, trying to be as silent as I could, and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his shoulder. I felt like a little girl when I did that, but I guess one would say this was my childhood, since I never had one. And my dad was going to make sure he gave me the world as a playground.

"Morning, Dad." I said, trying to suppress a yawn. He cracked a smile as he unraveled my arms from around him and turned to face me, pulling me back in for another hug. I laid my head over his right heart, listening to it beat away inside his chest. I took a deep breath, inhaling his sweet scent that was special. It was how my dad had always smelt to me; sweet, loving, and most of all, it was relaxing. Here, I felt safer than anywhere in the world. My father's arms coiled around me tightly before he took a step back, his hands resting on my upper arms.

"Sleep well, Sweetheart?" he asked, still smiling. His voice was soft, like an angel's voice would be I imagine. His deep brown eyes had become my most favorite thing to see each morning because they always seemed to be filled to the brim with happiness. I nodded slightly, smiling back at him.

"Better than ever actually. I don't think I've ever had such good dreams in my life." I admitted. That made him smile more.

"Good, good." He said in his usual bubbly voice. I could only smile as my stomach growled, and he laughed softly. "I made you breakfast. Your favorite." He said, taking my hand in his and leading me down to the kitchen. The TARDIS was amazing. It was way bigger on the inside than on the outside, considering the outside was a police call box and wasn't very big at all. When we reached the kitchen, I saw the white lace tablecloth that covered the ancient looking dining table. The chairs matched the table with their ancient carvings into the deep mahogany wood. At the extra place was a steaming plate of pancakes with blueberries on top and syrup sitting to the side of the plate, a cup of coffee with sugar, no cream, and a small glass of orange juice that was freshly squeezed.

"Thanks Dad, but where is your plate?" I said, looking up at him confused. He only smiled and walked over to make himself a cup of coffee.

"I already ate. Don't worry, I'm not starving myself Jenny." He said with a gentle chuckle. He was so laid back nowadays. It wasn't like before when I had first been created and he opposed me. Now, it was like we were a pair. We moved in the same direction, with the same thing in mind: each other. He always worried about everyone but himself. And I guess I got that from him. He took care of me and I took care of him.

I smiled and sat down and took a bite and stopped chewing suddenly. These pancakes were different from any other I'd ever had before. The taste was defiantly different, but different in a good way. The pancakes were soft, buttery, and fluffy with a savory taste to them. The blueberries were freshly picked at the peak of readiness. The syrup was sweeter and fresher than ever. I swallowed slowly, letting the taste linger in my mouth before taking another bite.

My dad had sat across from me now. His coffee, with too much cream and sugar for it to be healthy, was cupped in his hands as he watched my face. I realized then that he didn't do much cooking, seeing as Donna, or Martha, or that Rose girl were probably the cooks when it came to lunch and dinner. I gave him a big, bright smile. "These are the best pancakes in the entire universe!"

He smiled brightly, taking a sip of his coffee. "Glad you like them. It's my mother's old recipe and I wanted to give it a shot sometime." I quickly devoured the rest of my breakfast, savoring the taste of each thing individually and as a whole. The way everything melted together made it taste altogether brilliant. In other words, my dad was one amazing cook.

"So, tell me, what all did you see? Where have you been?" he asked, intrigued to know more about my adventures without him at my side. I thought for a moment then starting rambling on about being in Canada for a majority of my time.

"And the snow! It was beautiful Dad, absolutely beautiful. I never saw anything like it. And the people, they were doing something that looked really fun. They called it 'skiing'. Ever hear of it?"

"I tried it once. It's complicated at first, but fun once you get the hang of it." He said with a gentle smile. "You know, Jenny, we should go sometime together. I could teach you."

"Sounds great! I can't wait for winter now!" I said, smiling at him brightly as I got up to place my dishes in the sink. Suddenly, a beeping came from the control room. It caught both our attention right away and we raced up to see what it was.

As we reached the control console, I noticed strange writing everywhere on the screen. I stared at it intensely to try to make it out, but anyway I put it together in my head didn't make sense.

"Gallifreyan." my dad said from behind me. "The language of Time Lords."

"What's it say?" I asked, still trying to make out the markings message.

"Incoming video call from Torchwood." He said flicking a small switch and the scene showed a young, handsome man.

"Hey Doc, I just wanted to- and who is this young lady?" the man asked.

My dad frowned slightly. "Captain Jack Harkness, meet my daughter, Jenny. Jenny, this is Jack. He works for Torchwood and used to travel with me."

"Hello Captain." I said with a smile.

"Hello yourself Gorgeous." Jack said with a huge grin.

My dad groaned. I had a feeling there was something about Jack he didn't like. And I had a feeling I was going to find out what.