When Jenny woke up, she felt at peace, for the first time in her fairly short life. She knew she had a way of getting food, she wasn't dodging bullets, and she knew where her father was. Saying that sent a jolt of excitement through her. How many people she knew, actually knew their father? She didn't know many people, but Jenny was positive that the number was few.
When she got tired of lounging in her (she had something she could actually call hers!) comfy bed, there was a matter of getting down. When she was bigger, she could have jumped, but Jenny didn't want a repeat of yesterday's fiasco, and so she formulated a plan. She pushed her pillow off the bed, and carefully calculated her landing to insure that she would definitely land on the pillow. She counted to three and rolled off. She landed on her cushy pillow, and was proud her plan had worked properly.
She slid off the pillow onto the floor, and walked to the door. She grabbed the handle, and pulled down, and pushed out. The door swing open and she tottered out. She needed to learn how to walk properly. With a growing feeling of horror, she realized that is she couldn't walk normally, she couldn't run. And if she couldn't run, then she had some big problems.
She moved down the metal hall, and like yesterday, she got lost. She knew that trying to shout would result in the Doctor running to her, but she knew that she would need to learn to navigate the complex hallways systems. Not today, though. She shouted "Hey!" and around her, the room disappeared and deposited her into the main control room. Jenny smiled. Her plan was a success. And even better, her father was there.
He grinned at her. "We need to get you cleaned up. You're a mess! How long has it been since you've had a bath? Don't answer that. You need new clothes too. And, we need to get your bedroom fixed up." he looked at her, and she nodded.
"Hope you like lots of bubbles!" he smiled, and Jenny thought about telling him that she had the thought process of a much older person, but decided that bubbles—whatever they were—were more important than acting older than she looked (or actually was, for that matter).
He led her to a large bathroom, and turned on the faucet. "If you need anything, shout." He smiled, and left the bathroom. She climbed into the tub and put some soap into her hair. As an afterthought, she pulled her too-big shirt off, and swished it around in the soapy water. Fascinated by the amount of dirt that came off; she wrung it out, and placed it on the floor near the tub. She drained the water, and climbed out. She grabbed a towel, and wrapped herself in it. Opening the door, she stuck her head out, and started down the hallway towards what she hoped was her bedroom.
After through a minute, the door she was walking past slid open, and the Doctor walked out.
"Hello." He said pleasantly, and she smiled at him. "Your bedroom's actually this way." He pointed down a corridor. He strode off, leaving Jenny almost running to catch up. He opened the door with a flourish, and she stepped into the room. The Doctor walked over to a wooden closet.
"The TARDIS knows what size you are, and if I might add, she's also wonderfully fashionable." he whispered the last part to Jenny and winked. The TARDIS hummed and he grinned. In the closet, there were lots of clothes. All the clothes were small, but so was she, now. Jenny picked out a blue shirt, and black leggings with a grey skirt. Her father had raised an eyebrow, but refrained from commenting.
Jenny explained the dilemma of the bed's height to her father.
"Of course we can fix that. Any color in particular?" he asked.
"Green! And blue." She added. "Will it still be comfy?"
The Doctor looked affronted. "Of course it will be comfy! What's the point of an uncomfortable bed?"
Jenny agreed whole-heartedly.
He grinned. "Coming up!"
Later that day, the Doctor and Jenny were sitting on stools in the kitchen. He was eating a banana, and she was attempting to pick up cheerios with her new fingers. She held them up in front of her face.
"Dad, how long will it be until I can be normal sized?"
He put down his banana. "You are normal sized, your regeneration just turned out looking…young. You still think like an adult, but you might have a few times where you act like a kid. For me, this regeneration turned out fairly young."
"But how long? I need to be able to run." She told him impatiently.
He thought for a moment. "It will probably be a few years until you've grown to full size, but you should be able to run and jump, judging by the fact that you look like a three year old."
The Doctor continued on "Time Lords have a longer lifespan than humans, so you shouldn't worry too much about losing time or anything."
Jenny grimaced. She had been in top physical condition a few days ago, and now she was two feet tall. But it was already beginning to feel normal. Like, she couldn't imagine being any taller than she was now. She yawned. She suspected she had only gotten a few hours of sleep last night. If it could be called night.
The Doctor noticed, and stood up. "Time for bed!" He announced.
Jenny allowed herself to be carried down a dozen corridors to her room. The door was wooden, and a little chalk sign on the door said 'Jenny's Room'. The Doctor pulled the door open, and walked in. The ceiling was white, and so was the trim. The queen bed was low, so she could roll out, and not get hurt. The dresser was white, and there was a short bedside table with a lamp. He set Jenny down on her bed, and she blinked up at him sleepily.
"Goodnight" She murmured.
"Goodnight." He kissed her forehead, and stood up. He walked to the door and turned the light off. In the light from the hallway, he could see her, and he lingered moment, before closing the door, and walking away.