"Well...this is officially awkward." Clyde Langer mumbles, watching the young woman closely as she enters the house. Her long blonde hair flows around her shoulders and it causes the young man to question her real origins. She appears so human, there's no way she could be anything else, though the same could be said for his wife.
Drea Smith stares to the young woman, about her own age, at least it looks as if she is. Their eyes never leaving one another. "I don't understand."
"I don't expect you to. Humans are-" Jenny shakes her head, trying to keep herself from putting her hand onto her weapon. Her green camouflage sticking out like a sore thumb
"Who are you?" The brunette asks again.
"Jenny...just Jenny. I haven't a last name, nor do I particularly want one. Look, is my father here? He commonly goes by the Doctor...possibly John Smith? I've been attempting to track him down." She shakes her head.
Drea tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, "He isn't in at the moment."
"What about Sarah Jane Smith? I've found, through my studies, that he visits her often."
Clyde shakes his head, "Look, you just missed em both. My wife and I were just trying to have a relaxing morning. Don't know when they'll be back."
"Clyde Langer and Andrea Smith...correct?" Jenny interrupts with a smile when they both look alarmed, then sighs softly as she looks to Clyde, "I'm so...so sorry."
"No, different time line, different universe." Drea shakes her head, waving her hand in the air slightly, catching herself. "Who is your mother?"
"I haven't one." She shakes her head, "I was...it's a long story, really. There was a misunderstanding on Messaline with the Hath and through it all, I came about using his DNA."
"A clone of sorts, then." She tilts her head to the side, "You were taken from his DNA to create a soldier using a quick prick to the hand. Messaline has been doing it for years. Almost roped me into it when I arrived there accidentally, but I was able to get away in time. Lovely group, the Hath."
"Aren't they fascinating? The bubble thing...no idea what-"
"They spoke with very interesting iambic pentameter." Drea folds her arms.
Jenny nods slowly, "You were able to understand them?"
"My ship enables it." The brunette slowly glances around the room, "How did you get here though?"
"A man by the name of Captain Jack Harkness gave me something called a vortex manipulator when my ship crashed a few years ago and I encountered him." She beams, "I've been able to travel all over the place...throughout time. Different planets, different people. Absolutely amazing." The blonde glances over to the man in the room when she notices he's raising his hand.
"Yeah, I still don't get it." Clyde motions between the two women, "This, between the two of you. How are we supposed to believe you're actually-"
Drea interrupts him, "Langer, go upstairs and get my watch..." She offers him one of her smirks, swinging her sonic lipstick between her fingers to him, before looking back to the young woman when her husband jogs away, "Could I offer you some tea? Possibly some...little cake things?"
"That would be lovely. I'm famished." Jenny nods before stepping over to the wall of pictures, examining those and the ones on the tables as Drea puts the kettle on. Reaching out to stroke the face of the group of people. A photo showing friendship at it's finest. A photo after a Slitheen attack with them covered in green guts. A photo of the young woman she was speaking to before with a boy about her age and a young girl. "Are these your siblings?" She asks when the young woman returns to the room.
"Yes." She nods, holding her hand out when her husband comes behind her. He places the watch in her palm, which she quickly puts on.
"You look like her though...some of your features. You look different now than when this was taken...I think." The blonde tilts her head to the side, "The other two...they don't look very much like-"
"Doesn't make them any less my siblings." Drea, pressing a button to open her watch, scans the young women in front of her quickly. "Time Lord." She whispers to herself before clearing her throat and speaking louder, "Yes, well...tell me about yourself."
"I mean...do you honestly think this is a good idea?" Clyde Langer looked around the TARDIS, "I'm getting married tomorrow...to your daughter...your sister." He motioned to the other two in the ship with him, "I can't be late."
"Oh, Clyde, you won't be late. You may be incredibly early." The Doctor chuckled to himself, "Besides, I'm set to walk her down the aisle. I'm pretty excited about it. First time I've ever gotten to do so in all my thousand or so years of life. First daughter I've given away. Though, I don't like to think of it as giving her away. She's still mine, isn't she..."
"Of course. It's only a term created when dowries came hand in hand with the woman in a marriage." Luke attempted, "Coming from the Latin term 'inter vivos', it means the transfer of parental property to a daughter as her inheritance at her marriage. As opposed to the Latin term 'mortis causa' which means at the owner's death."
Clyde hummed, nodding. He didn't really understand all that, "If you say so, mate. Can we just go to the pub or something for some drinks?"
"To the pub? To the pub?!" The Doctor glared, then lightened his eye with a grin, "Oh, Clydie...I've somewhere much more interesting than that."
Sarah Jane pushes the infant in the swing slightly, not causing it much movement, but enough to cause the girl in front of her to screech with excitement, "The last time I heard that sound, it caused the lights to go out on Bannerman Road."
The Doctor sits in the swing next to her, dressed comfortably in whatever casual clothing he could find that also fit his style, "Do infant humans like that?" He tilts his head to the side, then hums a laugh when he hears the girl's thoughts, "You can't go higher, you'll fall out."
"You know, that isn't very fair that you're able to understand her and I'm not."
"Life isn't fair, Sarah." He smirks, watching her, "You were always so nervous around children...now look at you, a true natural."
"The memories help." Sarah Jane nods, looking over to him, "How are you able to keep things straight?"
"I'm not." The Doctor admits honestly, "Never have been able to. It isn't something that comes easily, that's for sure. I just examine the surroundings and decide things from there." His black coat flaps behind him as he slowly swings to and fro, "Isn't that right, Countess of Annihilation?"
The woman furrows her brow, laughing softly, "What was that you just called her?"
"What she says her name is. Countess of Annihilation. It doesn't make much sense to me either, but people should be called by the names they want to be called and not by what is assigned to them. Don't you believe that as well?"
Sarah Jane shrugs, "It depends, I suppose."
"It depends?" He shouts slightly, "What do you mean it depends?" The man's voice softens, "Just like you went from being called Sarah to Sarah Jane. You chose that."
"Because I couldn't stand to hear it from anyone else but you." She answers simply, lifting the girl from the swing and holding her comfortably at her hip, "That's all. Also, it's my actual name on my official papers from when I was born that my parents gave to me."
"Says you. Andrea goes by Drea. That is a name she gave herself, her other names given by loved ones." The Doctor offers with a quick wave of his hand, standing from his place on the swing set, "I must be honest, I was a bit nervous about the time lines crossing. It could have had disastrous results, but they were so similar that no one really noticed. That may because of a temporal shift of only one person, but it does make a difference. Reverses the polarity of the neutron flow and all that."
"Are you just saying words to quiet me?" Sarah Jane raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips.
"No, no, absolutely not, Sarah." He leans over, pressing a kiss to her lips
"Your ship really kind of loves me, you know." Drea walked around the center console of her father's TARDIS, waving something between her fingers.
"What have you this time?" The Doctor didn't look up, focused on his ship's diagnostics.
"Well, first, she enabled me to access her ship schematics...which I bet you didn't know she actually had. Led me to your mudroom or boot closet...whatever you call it. You have so many sonic screwdrivers back there. So many. I can see you helped them evolve over the years. Some have new casings with the internal portions intact, others are gutted, all of them have a transfer of information between them. Allowing you to analyze something in 10 BC and for your sonic to now continue to analyze it today."
"Did that once with a couple of my other regenerations." The man grinned, glancing up to her for only a moment before returning to the screen when she gives him a confused look, "Long story."
"Yes, so, I figure you wouldn't mind if I borrowed one that you weren't using. I modified it a bit...added an identification ring, memory data core, gave it a nice paint job, included some of the mechanics that I was able to alter from the lipsticks of Mom and myself, and downloaded applications to it. It's able to detail things to me telepathically." Drea tilted her head from side to side, "My lipstick isn't able to do all of that."
"Identification ring?"
"Able to tell friend from foe. Able to trace artron energy and able to tell if it's from one of our TARDIS ships." She shrugged, "May I keep it?"
"You put in all that hard work and expect me to say no?" The Doctor moved around to her, a look of excitement on his face, "Of course you can keep it, I've my own." He removed the device from his lapel pocket, flipped it in the air and returned it to where it was before.
"Have you any children?" Jenny continues to look at the vast amount of pictures on the walls of the Smith residence.
"One, a little girl." Clyde watches the blonde still, glancing to his wife from the corner of his eye as she scans the woman.
"Two hearts...you've two hearts." Drea exclaims excitedly, rushing over and hugging her tightly.
"Yes...doesn't everyone?" The other young woman furrows her brow.
"No, no they really don't." Clyde smirks, happy to see his wife so thrilled. He picks his head up when he hears the common whirling sound of the blue ship he's become so accustomed to over the past few years. "Sounds like they're back." He checks his watch, "Three hours this time instead of ten minutes like the last."
"New record." Drea continues to hug the young woman.
"We're home!" Sarah Jane calls out, "The baby is all muddy, I'm going to throw her in the bath right quick."
"Can we wash her in the sink? I love washing in the sink. I wish I could wash in the sink. May I wash in the sink?" The Doctor can be heard, following her as he does and bounding down the stairs. He stops in his tracks when he sees the other young woman.
"Who is this?" The older woman offers her hand to shake when she reaches the bottom step, noticing the two hugging.
"Jenny." The Doctor whispers. Simply. His expression taken back, "But I...I thought you were..."
"One of your friends found me." The blonde bounces on her toes, rushing to him and hugging him tightly, "Told me how to find you."
"Who is this?" Sarah Jane tries again, glancing to the others for an explanation.
Drea moves closer to her mother, holding up her wrist for the woman to see the scans just taken. "She's Time Lord...just like Dad and I."
"I don't understand."
The Doctor clears his throat, "Sarah, this is my other daughter, Jenny."
"Another...you had another daughter?" Sarah Jane begins to scowl toward the man.
"Let me explain." He tries.
"I waited all those years and you..." She shakes her head, handing the baby to her daughter, "Excuse me...I've got to run some diagnostics with Mister Smith. It's nice meeting you, Jenny." She jogs up the stairs, to the attic. To her place of solitude, where she goes to decompress.
Clyde glances between the two younger women and his father-in-law, "I'd...I'd better go help her with that. Excuse me." He follows the woman closely, knowing she needs to vent and knowing she wasn't going to do that with the alien lifeforms, even if one of them was her biological daughter and another was her husband.
