A/N - welcome to my new fic! I started writing this over a year ago and have only just unearthed the paper I wrote it on because I moved house. I've just entered a new phase of appreciation for this couple so here it is.
Please be patient with me! I'm trying to write this as Jenny and it isn't easy adapting my writing style as I naturally write in very wordy/intellectual prose which I think would be OOC, so it's a pleasant challenge :-) - writing as Vastra was a lot more intuitive for me!
I hope you enjoy this short prologue and I am working on the rest!
My name is Jenny Flint, nice to meet you.
Although I prefer just to be called Jenny, if you don't mind. The surname just reminds me of family, you know? Just the usual rubbish, before you start asking! Take it from me it ain't worth talking about anymore. To be blunt, let's just say their philosophy of "live and let live" didn't apply to their own daughter. But I'll be beggared if I live in misery just to please them.
Anyway, I've already spoke about it more than I wanted to.
So, back to the introductions….forget it, you can call me what you bleedin' like, as long as you don't call me flippin' "ordinary"!
Shorter than average, pale but dark featured, and with a mean stare reserved only for 'special occasions' – yeah, I guess that just about sums me up looks-wise. The other half tells me I am beautiful, and forgive me for saying it, but I don't get tired of hearing it.
Happily married, part-time maid, part-time detective's assistant…I guess you can say I get around a lot. I don't much like sitting around, would have made a terrible housewife, and that is all anyone really expected to me once I'd managed to make it out of childhood without being snapped up by a deadly disease. That in itself was a small miracle in our community.
The only people who saw anything more in me than a simple match girl are the family that I have found; my household and all the beautiful extended people that come with it. They only expected of me to be the best of all I could be, and then they offered their hands to help me get there.
Really this all started with a hand, funnily enough.
You know what? Of all the stories I could tell, perhaps that one could be tipped as my favourite.
So let me, if you care to, drop all this funny talk and give you a proper tale. I mean, I like to think I am rather different to your usual Victorian girl, and trust me, if you want a story; I've got plenty to boot.
After all, what is 'ordinary' 'bout a girl with a wife (yes wife not husband, thank you very much) who happens to be from an ancient lizard race? Or a girl who has time travelled and fights wrongdoing both in and out of her own time with the company of her wife and their alien butler? Or a girl who runs around wielding ancient swords, having the most fun in her life? Also, did I mention that I happened to have died twice?
No answer? Didn't think so.