And…Jenny's back!

In Which There Is Far Too Much That Is Found Out

"But…but…but…but…" Martha sort of stuttered.

"What?" Donna kept repeating. "But? What? How? Doctor?"

The Doctor just stared.

"Say something, Dad." Jenny said, her grin slipping slightly.

"Jenny…how in the name of Shakespeare did you end up here?" The Doctor demanded, breaking out with the biggest smile he'd worn in a while and running to hug her.

"Shakespeare?" Martha asked weakly, that being the only thing she could say.

"William Shakespeare. You know. Your ex." The Doctor said, suddenly ecstatic, for obvious reasons. "Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. What are you like? I know! Like me! The entire Universe, and where do we come? Earth! Good old Earth! If you want to find something, come to Earth!"

"He…wasn't…" Martha muttered

"But you're dead." Donna said stupidly.

"No I'm not!" Jenny laughed.

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"She's obviously not." The Doctor cut in. "What do you expect! Always bouncing back, just like her father!"

"There you are!" a new voice said, and they turned to see Jack sprint around the corner. "Oh, Doctor, you've met her already!"

"What?" The Doctor asked cautiously.

"This is the girl I was telling you about. Jenny. She's a Timelord! Or is it Timelady? Doesn't matter, anyway. You are not alone, Doctor!"

The Doctor and Martha glanced at each other on Jack saying this last sentence. Not sure how they were supposed to react to that, they ignored it.

"Jenny is your girlfriend?" The Doctor asked quietly.

Jack nodded. "Why? Do you know her?"

"Oh, you could say that." The Doctor replied through gritted teeth. "Did you know she was only a year old?"

Jack shrugged, smirking. "She doesn't act it." He replied, winking.

The Doctor looked murderous.

Martha and Donna exchanged glances.

"Something wrong, Dad?" Jenny asked innocently, holding Jack's hand.

Jack let go of her hand as if it burned him suddenly. "Did…did she just…"

"Call him dad?" Donna asked, having recovered from her shock enough. Donna and Jack had met a few times over the past year, and Donna missed not one opportunity to 'get him back' for flirting with her straight away, then flirting with the Doctor. "That's right sunshine. Your girlfriend's the Doctor's daughter."

Jack just gaped.

"Is there something wrong?" Jenny repeated.

"Not at all." Martha said, coming out of her shock. "Except the fact you're…um...alive. Not that that's bad, just…unexpected. Doctor?"

"Oh, she was within the first fifteen hours of her regeneration – I mean, birth – creation? Well, whatever. But anyway, it meant she was able to get that heart of hers restarted. The one that got shot. Not the other one. Well, actually, probably the other one, too. It would have stopped as well, now that I think of it."

All of this was said lightly, but neither of the two women nor indeed Jack failed to notice the arm the Doctor had firmly around his daughter's shoulders, nor the glares he kept shooting at the Captain.

"Let's go find that husband of yours, Martha." The Doctor said suddenly. "And your mother. She's got young William with her and I'm afraid what she might do."

"My mother?"

"I'm always scared of the mothers."

Jack muttered, under his breath, "I'm scared of the father."

And, if he wasn't very much mistaken, he heard a male voice mutter "Be thankful you're immortal."

--

The main table at Martha and Tom's reception party was occupied by, of course, the bride and groom. On Martha's right sat her family members, with William and Keisha at the children's table.

Across from Martha sat the Doctor, on one side of whom sat Donna and on the other, Jenny. Beside Jenny sat Jack, and to the Doctor, this could only cause infinite problems.

"So, Martha, what exactly is a wedding all about?" Jenny asked curiously.

"Well…" Martha said "It's when two people who love each other a lot promise to the world that they'll stay together forever…or at least for a long time." She added the last bit, glancing at her own parents.

"Oh. What does catching a bouquet mean?"

"It's rumoured that you'll be the next to be married."

"Oh. We love each other, right, Jack?"

The Doctor thumped down his glass with rather unnecessary force.

Jack nodded weakly.

"So when are we getting married?"

At this, both the Doctor and Jack spilled rather a lot of soup.

"Umm…well…" Jack stuttered, painfully aware of the look he was getting from the Doctor.

--

The slow dance music was next.

"Please be careful to stay away from the stage, as there is a high danger of electrocution." The band warned. Every single member of the 'band' was a member of UNIT. Everyone at this wedding knew about the existence of aliens and the like. Just as well.

"You're dancing with me, then, Doctor." Donna said. It wasn't a question

"I haven't danced since…" the Doctor started hesitantly.

"Come on!" Donna, grabbing his hand.

Martha and Tom were, obviously dancing. Francine was dancing with little William while Clive was dancing with Keisha.

And, predictably, Jenny was dancing with Jack.

The Doctor didn't mean to trip Jack straight into the pile of live wires. Honest. So he couldn't be blamed for Jack's death.

Which is why it was a good thing they all knew about aliens, otherwise there'd have been a lot of confusion when Jack's dead body stood up and said "Well, that was painful."

The Doctor smiled innocently, ignoring Donna and Martha's accusing looks, as well as Jenny's confused one.

It had begun.

Okay, so the Doctor isn't perfectly in character this chapter and the next, you know, 'the man who never would' killing Jack, but come on, who doesn't love over-protective father Doctor?

Speaking of which, if the Doctor's in a really bad mood, so I'd suggest some reviews to cheer him up.