First and foremost, I would like to apologize for taking so long to update. I promise I'll be devoting more time to this story. So, hopefully the next update will be sooner. I read a lot of cool suggestions in the reviews, which I appreciate. However, this story will be going a slightly different route - and I think you'll see that it all ties together nicely in the end. Either way, I hope you like this chapter!

Jenny wanted to punch herself. The other woman, the one her dad had been talking about! What was her name? It started with an M - Martha! Martha Jones! She could find her and even if Donna had forgotten her somehow, maybe Martha could remember?

Jenny had to take a second to slow down her thoughts. Her and Donna had been closest, but Donna still forgot her. What about Martha, then? Though, Jenny had the strangest feeling there was something weird about Donna when she saw her. And besides, Martha was her best bet at that point. What else could she do?

Now that Jenny knew better how to find people, it didn't take her long to find Martha. It was only about mid-afternoon that Jenny arrived at her house. With slightly less confidence than the last time, she knocked on the door. Almost immediately, a young looking man swung it open, a friendly smile on his face.

"Can I help you with anything?" He asked in an accent that sounded just slightly different from her own. His eyes fell on her gun and the smile fell.

"Hi, I'm looking for Martha Jones?"

"Right, then. Put that gun away first and we'll see." She saw some sort of transformation come over him, from friendly to defensive and ready for a fight. With just a little bit of hesitancy - she didn't recognize this man, could she even trust him? - Jenny handed him the gun. She had to prove that she wasn't a threat. She had to get to her dad. "Alright, I'll call her," he said, the tension in his shoulders slightly loosened up. Then, he added, "but don't you try anything or you'll have me to answer to." He went back into the house, leaving the door slightly ajar. Jenny shifted her weight to her other foot, anxiously waiting.

The door swung open again, and Martha was standing right in front of her, the man from earlier standing a few feet behind her, arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. But Martha was all smiles. She quickly wrapped Jenny into a warm, full hug. It felt so good, so strong, that Jenny thought she might start crying. All too soon, Martha pulled away and Jenny wanted to pull her back into the embrace, but she knew that it wouldn't be smart. She had bigger things to handle.

"Jenny? Oh my god. I thought you died." Martha's hands still clutched Jenny's shoulder tightly and looking her up and down as if she thought she would disappear. Jenny barely knew Martha, really, but it was so nice to have someone she wanted to see, who was happy to see her too.

"Well, I suppose I did die. I don't really know what happened, it all gets a little bit confusing. Can I come in?" Martha nodded, a big gappy smile still on her face, and Jenny found she was smiling too. Before she knew it, she was seated comfortably on Martha's couch, a steaming hot cup of tea sitting in front of her. The man from earlier had loosened up, and was now smiling again in a very friendly way.

"Who's this, then?" He whispered to Martha.

"Well, Mickey, this is… the Doctor's daughter."

"He had a kid?"

"Just for a day." Jenny cleared her throat, calling the attention back to herself. She needed the Doctor, and after the ordeal of the last week, Jenny was ready to see him again.

"Martha, I need your help." Martha snapped her attention back onto Jenny, already smiling. God, the sun just seemed to pour out of this woman. She could see why her dad liked her. It seemed hard not to like her.

"Of course, anything."

"I need to find my dad. I don't think he knows I'm alive and I don't know how to find him. I need his TARDIS, because-" A proud smile flickered across Jenny's face "-I'm building my own." For a moment, Jenny was convinced that it would all turn out fine. Why shouldn't Martha have his number? She was his friend. But Martha's smile had fallen and her eyebrows were furrowed, deep in thought. She wasn't looking at Jenny anymore, but a spot on the carpet where a thread was loose. The man - Mickey, Jenny remembered, seemed just as confused as she was about the long silence. Finally, Jenny spoke. "Martha, what is it?"

"Jenny, I - I can't." Martha bit her lip.

"Can't what?" Jenny asked, warily.

"I can't phone him."

"Why? Why not?"

"Because - Jenny -" Martha took a breath. "A while back, when I was still with him, someone got hold of the TARDIS. Someone - terrible, absolutely terrible. And he almost destroyed all of reality with it. The TARDIS is a lot of power to have. And in the wrong hands, the entire universe could be in danger. Now, Jenny, I understand you have good intentions, but sometimes even the Doctor goes too far. One TARDIS in the universe is enough."

Jenny looked at Martha, disbelieving. She had come all this way. Martha had been her last hope, and Jenny could tell she knew it. She shouldn't have told Martha about the TARDIS - but she was excited. She was proud of herself, and she wanted to share that with a friend. Neither Martha nor Mickey would meet her eyes.

"Martha, my dad doesn't even know I'm alive." She swallowed back the bitter tears of disappointment that were threatening to spill over. If she was going to convince Martha, she would have to be strong. "He has to know I'm alive."

"I know," Martha said quickly, almost reassuringly. "I - I'll tell him, I'll find some way to tell him, but I can't - not today. I have to - to think about it." Martha paused, finally meeting Jenny's eyes. "I'm sorry, Jenny."

Jenny lingered a moment, and then pushed herself up off the couch. "Right then, I should go." She fought to keep the waver out of her voice. Later, she would cry. Later, she would crouch in the empty shell of her soulless TARDIS, hug herself tight and cry. Then, afterwards, she would come up with a new plan because she hadn't battled through Dalek death traps and Cybermen warriors to run up against a wall. But all that would have to come later, because she wasn't going to cry.

She fought to get the door open, jiggling the handle, and then she slumped back defeated when Mickey came to help her. It wasn't her fault she was new to the planet - the universe, really. So much for a dignified exit. In one swift motion, Mickey swung open the door, and Jenny squinted against the bright sun. She only took a few steps down the walkway before Mickey's voice sounded behind her.

"Jenny, was it?" With reluctance, she turned around. He held her gun out to her, clenched tightly in his hand. She'd forgotten all about the bloody thing. She grabbed it from him, but he wasn't done. "Look, I'm not really certain what this is about, or who you are, but - she'd kill me if she knew I told you this but - I know somebody else that could find him. Find Torchwood. Find Captain Jack. He'll be able to help you."

Jenny watched the door click shut, and she turned around again with renewed energy. She'd needed a mission. She'd needed orders. And now she had an objective: Find Captain Jack.