AN: You asked for a continuation. I have no idea how often I'll update. The chapters'll probably be short. But here you be.

Jenny and Alexis

Jenny Jacqueline Tyler paced back and forth. Three steps, turn, repeat. Each pace took exactly seven seconds and, so far, eliminated at least one escape plan with every turn. If I just had the sonic, I could get to where they're keeping the TARDIS and land her back here, grab Lexi, and leave, she thought for the eleventh time (she'd kept count).

"Jenny, you're thinkin' too loud," Alexis, her younger sister, said softly. Jenny paused in her pacing and fixed the girl with a long look. "Either close down your mind or stop it. 'S makin' my head hurt, more than it is 'lready."

"Sorry," Jenny muttered, tightening her shields. She hadn't realized she was broadcasting. She wondered idly if her mother had thought of a plan, but knew it was doubtful. Rose was bound to be having difficulty coping as it was, her mind uninhabited by the presences she was used to; not to mention being stuck in one time, without transport of any sort or any way to contact friends. The capture once again began to play through Jenny's mind (the eighteenth time; she'd counted this too).

"Mum, will we find dad, now that we're here?" Lexi asked curiously. She hadn't known the half-human version of their father for very long at all, having been less than a year old when he died, the metacrisis failing. Seventeen years later, the young Time Lady was eager to have a father again.

"'Course we will, Lexi. 'M gonna start lookin' for him, probably in London, but I want to visit an old friend first," Rose answered.

That was how, two hours later, Jenny was in bed with one Jack Harkness, who was even more incredible than the stories suggested. After they got out of bed (that didn't happen for a while, though. Jack was good at talking, too) he asked if he could take her somewhere.

Jenny had immediately accepted, feeling drawn to Jack in a way she hadn't ever before in twenty-four years of life; it had been rather difficult to ignore her mum's laughter, however.

"He's a good man, mum," Jenny had said when they were back on the TARDIS, going to London to see what had happened recently that possibly involved the Doctor.

"He is, love. One of the best. Be careful with 'im, though."

Then they'd landed and gone looking for people to talk to, and men in black fatigues had cut Jenny and Lexi off from their mother. An elderly woman in black leather and an eye patch strode forward. "My name is Madame Kovarian. Once I thought I killed the Doctor, but I know now that his death was a lie. I am aged, now, but my daughter knows much. We have your TARDIS. You will come, daughters of the Doctor, now."

"Hello, darlings," a voice cooed from the door to their cell, breaking Jenny's reverie.

"Still not gonna happen," Jenny called, not bothering to halt her pacing.

"Now, now, Jen, my mum'll be so disappointed in you," the young woman responded, her voice sickly sweet. Jenny whirled, eyes flashing, staring directly into the eyes of the dark-haired girl.

"Katarine Kovarian, I am not a child. Do not patronize me," she snapped. "Your mum has dealt with the Doctor before, knows who he is. I would think that she'd be smart enough to know tha'tis kids are going t' be just the same. And I think she didn't think. Because if taking his companion and usin' her daughter as a weapon caused Demon's Run… what's takin' his daughters going to do?"

"So you will not pilot the TARDIS for me?"

"I believe I just said as much, didn't I?" Jenny retorted.

"Fine then," Katarine said. She stepped further inside the cell, grimacing at the stale air, and stood in front of Alexis. "I've been far too soft on you. I'll begin training with the younger one, and simultaneously I can break you!" She sounded overjoyed at the prospect, her dark eyes brightening.

"No, please!" Jenny cried desperately, flinging herself in front of her sister. "Take me instead! Please?"

"You refused to open the TARDIS," Katarine said smugly. "Therefore, I refuse you."

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"Jack Harkness shagged our daughter," the Doctor said flatly.

"Don't kill him," Rose said, laughing. "He was very considerate about it. Asked me first. I told 'im that Jenny's twenty-four, old enough to make her own choices. I was wonderin', what's the story behind that woman? Madame Kovarian, she said?"

The Doctor sighed. "She kidnapped one of my companions, Amy Pond, and turned her daughter into a weapon meant to kill me."

"An' what happened?"

"I married her. River Song."

"Ah," Rose answered, her expression unreadable.

"Does that bother you?" the Doctor asked.

"No," she said honestly. "You're unimaginably old. 'M sure you've loved people before me. An' 'm glad that you had someone else, when I couldn't be here for you."

"Thank you," he said quietly. "You do realize that my feelings for River have no bearing whatsoever on my feelings for you, right?"

Rose leaned in and kissed him, dropping her mental shields and letting a wave of love flow through her to him. She pulled back, dropping her head onto his shoulder. "Yes."