A few hours earlier.

Captain Harkness led the young blonde once more around the small, sleek space cruiser he'd come across about two months prior to this pretty girl's arrival. It had been in excellent condition when he'd acquired it and only needed a minimal amount of servicing. Unfortunately, he didn't have any potential buyers until a battered old rocket made its final, fantastically managed crash-landing a few miles outside of Cardiff.

The ship's lone occupant, called Jenny, was unharmed and with the help of Jack and his team managed to salvage what useful parts remained while clearing the wreckage. She said she was searching for someone, a family member, and needed a replacement craft. Her looks vaguely reminded him of someone he once knew, he was sure of it. But instead of dwelling on it, the Captain had remarked laughingly about luck and a short time later found the two in some kind of underground hangar. It was filled with random alien artifacts, half-finished machinery and spare parts. Jenny had been dubious until she was set in front of the complete, top-condition cruiser.

She spent the next hour and a half going over the ship under Jack's watchful eye. The professional, knowledgeable, and almost militant way she handled the inspection both impressed and intrigued him. She knew her mechanics—extremely well. He liked that.

"Shall we discuss a price, then?" He questioned as the girl made yet another final circuit.

She nodded, keen eyes taking in every critical element on the exterior. "Yes, this'll do nicely. And it's good for multiple atmospheric breaks?"

"Tell ya what," he leaned languorously against the blunted nose of the machine, thumbs hooked on his braces. "I'll knock off ten percent if you let me take you for a drink, over which we will discuss the details? I know a great place in London; this baby could get us there in no time flat. And possibly exercise the cloaking tech for your further inspection."

Jenny unconsciously caught her tongue between her teeth in a faint crooked smile as she slowly drew her hand along the hatch-release. Looking up from the polished vehicle, she met his eyes with that unsettlingly familiar smile, "Deal."

Ignoring the niggling suspicion ghosting in the back of his mind, he grinned and jerked his head toward the craft, "Hop in."

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A/N: I really only intended for this to be two chapters, but I've made a filthy liar of myself and added this bit. I'm really not sure if anything will come after THIS last bit, but my muse might bite me again. Aaanyways. Thanks to everyone who reviewed so far--virtual cookies for you! ... And more virtual cookies for even more reviews, mah-ha ha ha!
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And from what I can tell, Jenny didn't take her time at all about appearing in the Doctor Who Fandom, did she? Lol, no worries. Love for the Jenny.

P.S. Doctor Who does not belong to me. I just like playing with the characters.