A/N: Oh my. Crappy. This chapter is so crappy. I hate this chapter… AND WHY ARE YOU GUYS ALL ASKING FOR ROSE?! Okay. Never mind. I was going to do it anyway. Here she comes!

Chapter 9

Trust us, We Are the Doctor

Akhaten.

It was a beautiful place, and she just loved the marketplace. After parking her spaceship somewhere safe, she went and exchanged a basket of blue, juicy fruits that she especially liked with a hat from the Planet of Hats.

Jenny hummed, tossing the fruit into the air. She caught it one-handed and bit into it. Mmm, it was good. People were bustling about everywhere; oh, how she loved this energy, this life that they exhibited! She only wished that her father was with her, laughing along and running.

Her father. The Doctor.

While traveling, Jenny had done some research on him. The Last Remaining Time Lord, always jumping through time and space—and it was highly unlikely that out of all time and universe, they would somehow miraculously bump into each other. Nope, they wouldn't be able to find each other that easily. Jenny shook her head rather regretfully.

Which was exactly what happened.

"What?!" Jenny's jaw dropped open when she saw a blue police box materializing with a faint 'vrooping' sound out of thin air. Yes, right in front of her. Really, what? Seriously? All these years—eight years to be exact—she had been searching for her father, and then he chooses to pop up right in front of her at a random timing!

Jenny stood, frozen, till the door swung open and a man with floppy hair popped his head out. He looked around, and when he spotted Jenny standing right in front of him, a manic grin spread on his face. He leapt out and towered over Jenny.

"Well, if this isn't my amazing daughter! Ah! Missed me, Jen? It's been a very long time, well, not for me, but for you—anyway!" He grinned cheerfully again, pulling a dumbfounded Jenny to the TARDIS. "Oh. I see why you are confused! You don't recognize me! Hello, this is the Doctor calling, also known as your father! Do you remember me? You've heard about regeneration? Huh? Time Lord tricks, cheating death or something— I've died, Jen, and I changed faces, and maybe a little bit of personality, too, but I'm still your father. Now, there isn't much time. Get aboard! Oh, no, no, no, no!"

He groaned in annoyance and rushed to the console as the Cloister Bell began ringing.

"See, this is why there isn't much time. Ten minutes, that's all we have; if you stay on the TARDIS more than that, the Universe will implode—hole the size of Belgium—suit yourself. But that's more than enough!"

"Dad…"

"Don't worry, I can't fix this. Well, not really, but it should stop when it lands—ah, now it works!" The Doctor made the door close with a snap of his fingers and turned on the engines. Blue light flooded the console room as the TARDIS dematerialized, making that familiar whooshing noise again, and began hurtling through the Time Vortex. Having finished that, he grinned and spun on the spot, facing Jenny.

"How about that?"

"What? Well, dad, how about this?"

WHAM!

Jenny's punch landed on her father's face with the force of a soldier. He yelped and pulled back, eyeing his daughter with confusion. Jenny stomped up to him, huffing angrily. This wasn't how she had pictured the reunion. Confusing like mud! So she, of course, being Jenny, yelled at her father in a demanding voice, her eyes flashing angrily.

"Dad, you are driving me crazy! Could you care to explain what you are talking about? Why did you kidnap me? Where are we going? And why aren't you surprised to see that I'm alive, as if you had known it all along?!"

The Doctor stared at her for a second, then seemed to snap out of it. He jumped back up, holding up his hand in a defensive pose, calming down a bit.

"Right. I'm sorry, so sorry. Explanations first. Okay, how should I explain… oh, this is complicated."

He paced about, rubbing his palms together in an exaggerated manner. He turned to Jenny, clapped, and pointed at himself.

"First things first! You believe I'm the Doctor, right? Some people do have problems getting over the face-change regeneration shock. Happens to the best of us."

Jenny rolled her eyes, exasperated.

"Yeah, it's pretty much obvious. I did do some research, dad. Rambling, a manic grin, the TARDIS, weird fashion sense—that definitely matches you."

"Ouch. Weird fashion sense? Bowties are cool, Jen!" He righted his bowtie, arguing back in an indignant voice. But when Jenny arched her eyebrows at this, he cowered back, clearly remembering the not-so-pleasant greeting punch from her. Seriously, why did everyone have to slap and/or punch him every once in a while? He rubbed his face self-consciously, scowling a bit.

"Anyway! I'm taking you back to Earth, and I've got to do it quick, well, because, to make a long story short— if two same people are in the same place at the same time, temporal paradoxes will be created, and Universe implodes, like, timey-wimey, spacey-wacey, wibbly-wobbly—Boom," He motioned with his hand.

Jenny was still frowning. It didn't make sense. Actually, she didn't know what to make of this stranger who was supposed to be… her dad. It almost felt surreal. Maybe it was why she wasn't hugging him, or crying in amazement and happiness of finding her family at long last. She simply couldn't process it through.

Ignoring Jenny's apparent lack of response, the Doctor flailed about the console, constantly tinkering with this and that, until he happened to reach the bars. He leaned over and shouted at someone down below.

"Jen! Come and see yourself and say hello!"

"Okay, dad. Coming!"

An all-too-familiar voice called back, and she could hear someone climbing up the ladders. Her eyes widened when she saw who it was.

Her own face was grinning back at her.

"Hi! You're me, right? Oh, this is awkward. Do we have to do this?" She glanced at the console as the Cloister Bell started trilling sharply. "Oh, I think I gotta go. The TARDIS doesn't like two of us being together, I guess. Bye!"

After waving her laser spanner cheerfully, she climbed down the ladders and popped out of sight. The Doctor turned toward Jenny, who was rendered speechless from shock, and smiled apologetically.

"Well, you just saw your future. Nothing much," he waved his hand impatiently. "The thing is, look, Jen, I know it's confusing, but just listen! In the past, my past, I had an accident in the Time Vortex, which resulted in… something very, very embarrassing. You and Jack teased me for ages!"

He shook his head and laughed. "I was stranded on Earth, being helped out by my friends—when you came along and did so many amazing things for me. You are the reason I'm here, and I can never stop thanking you for that. And it's also why I knew that you were alive. I'm sorry to push you into this mess so abruptly, but I promise, you'll enjoy it a lot. Help me, Jenny. Help the past me."

He gazed at Jenny with his brown, pleading eyes. "Will you?"

She stood there, frowning and thinking. Hard. Everything was still very confusing, but she vaguely began to realize what was happening. This was a future version of the Doctor, her father, and his past was having some trouble. The usual complications that came with time traveling. And her help was… crucial.

So, of course, being Jenny, she simply shrugged and looked up, finally flashing a smile.

"Okay. So, what should I do?"

DWDWDWDWDW

"I fixed the engine!" Donna ran into the console room, waving her hand proudly. Jenny—the Jenny that had been through everything—was giggling, too. The Doctor was, as usual, tinkering around the controls. He glanced up, brushing back his floppy hair. Donna stopped abruptly, finally seeing what the Doctor had in his hand. She frowned.

"Oi, Spaceman. What is that?"

"Jelly babies. Bwah." The Doctor grimaced, throwing open the blue door of the TARDIS. He flung the bag of jelly babies into the stormy Time Vortex. He hollered. "And STAY OUT!"

Turning back to face the two incredulous women, he slammed the door shut and muttered angrily. "I forgot I hated jelly babies! How could I? I've hated it for a few generations! Ugh, I'm really getting old. Or perhaps, it's because of the accident—"

"Oh, you were really cute at the time, weren't you?" Donna teased the Time Lord, who pouted angrily and looked away. "I've never imagined it."

"Good. You shouldn't have." The Doctor grumbled and rubbed his temples. Then, with sudden outburst of energy, he began sprinting down the hallway, shouting. "Now, off to the kitchen! I want to have some bananas. Where are the bananas? Am I having a craving? River, sweetie, have you seen bananas—?"

Jenny watched him for a few seconds as he disappeared, and turned to Donna.

"I ate them all," she whispered secretly, and they tried to stifle their giggles. It was a matter of time before he found out; oh, this was good. Bickering away like the good old times.

"Oi, Jenny, stop making me laugh like a silly old schoolgirl!" Donna laughed and shook her head. "Like father, like daughter. And I was wondering all this time where that catchphrase came from."

"Excuse me? I'm essentially my dad's clone. It's obvious that I would take after him!"

"Exactly!" Donna tapped the computer, and then frowned. She turned to Jenny. "By the way, what was the Doctor's advice that was given to you? I mean, the past you. The one that just got dropped off on Earth to take care of Theta. We never heard what it was at that time—one moment you are storming in with that child on your back, scaring us half to death, and look! You suddenly grab River's hand, sprint away to the TARDIS, and dematerialize into thin air! And when you did come back, you had brought the worst ass I've ever seen."

"He wasn't an ass, Donna! The Doctor had said that he was the most capable man he knew in the universe; that he had been a 'collaborator in mind and the universe' for him. And he was smarter than my dad. And a thousand times more… ruthless. That made things simpler in the end, didn't it? At least you have to give him that much credit. And he is on board at the moment."

"Hmph! Who cares. I don't care. He won't care, obviously. He's so bloody overconfident all the time. Anyway, the Doctor could have helped himself. After all, what's a time-and-space jumping TARDIS for?" Donna muttered, feeling discontent anyway. Jenny shrugged.

"I don't understand that part that much anyway. But— I think he said that 'People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball'. His becoming Theta is a fixed point, but he can't dare tamper with what happened afterwards, because 'the happy ending' was not a fixed point. Timey-wimey… it's complicated," she tilted her head, frowning. "But I think we should let it flow on."

"Okay, I get the point—after all, I'm DoctorDonna. So we should stand back and watch them run, time and space, all right." Donna took a brief glance at the corridors. "And I think maybe it's time for us to run, too."

"What?" Jenny whipped around, raising her eyebrows. Then she realized. "Oh."

"WHO ATE MY BANANAS? JENNY, WHERE ARE MY BANANAS—?!"

"Time to run," they mouthed to each other, and began running. Laughter, shouts, yells, shrieks, and finally, giggles and some harmless bickering. Yes, just a normal day on the TARDIS all right.

But as she was running round and round, ducking the assaults of her furious, banana-craving father, a thought hit her mind. Oh, she had forgot to tell Donna—but before they, River and she, brought the Doctor's 'helper', they had made a visit to someone. Someone the Doctor recommended.

His very own duplicate, in another universe, and his Rose Tyler.

DWDWDWDWDW

It was morning. Another morning in the parallel universe.

John Tyler, also known as the Doctor in this world, rubbed his eyes and pushed his temples, groaning. He had a headache. An awful headache. It was somebody was calling out to his mind, drumming against his mental barriers, trying to reach him. He glanced sideways.

There was Rose, his beautiful Rose, sleeping peacefully; next to her was their newborn son. Their perfectly human son. He was playing with the piece of coral, the one that the Doctor had given them. It had grown to the size of a mini TARDIS; soon they will be able to travel time to time again. Hopefully.

He planted a loving kiss against Rose's cheek and murmured. "Morning, sweetheart."

Rose opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Hi."

It had been six years since they had been left in the parallel universe. He spent some time struggling with the idea of being left without a TARDIS; but now, he (and miraculously, Jackie, too) could proudly say that he was quite good at adjusting to domestics. Making a family, having a job, caring. Settling down.

His initial anger that the original Doctor had despised and called 'dangerous' was still there, bubbling just beneath the surface. After all, he had killed all the Time Lords. And he wasn't even the real Doctor. Not ever. Every time he thought about it, a familiar surge of anger rose inside him. Despair.

Unfair.

But Rose… Rose kept it at bay. She knew exactly what to say, in such moments. She knew how to lull the Oncoming Storm back to sleep. And then he would smile again, the dark storm

But today… today was strange. Different.

He felt the prodding urge to leap out of bed, and just run, run, run. Just like the old times. Someone was calling out to him. Someone was calling for a—a Doctor. His stomach churned with an unknown feeling.

"What's the matter, Doctor?" Rose asked, worriedly. He glanced down, and smiled to reassure her. No. It was just a fleeting feeling. It should have been. It was okay. He was okay.

"No need to worry! Just the Time Lord part of me wanting to wander here and there—"

He began cheerfully, but abruptly stopped, his eyes wide. A voice. A voice was in his head. Calling out. Calling out for him. But it was impossible. No, beyond impossible. It was nonsense…

"Doctor? John?" Rose tried again, moving forward with concern in her eyes. It was only then that the Doctor realized that he was kneeling down, clutching his head and breathing heavily. But he didn't care. All he was listening to was that voice. That familiar voice that he would never forget.

Dad.

He knew her.

Dad!

He knew the owner of that voice.

Dad, we need you! Can you hear me? Can you follow this voice?

"Jenny," John Tyler, the human Doctor of the parallel universe, whispered, finally realizing who it was.

His daughter was calling for him.

A/N: I promised! Tentoo and Jenny will be talking over the hologram screen, like Rose and the Doctor did at the Bad Wolf Bay. I'll explain how they are doing it on the next chapter. But hey, I couldn't resist allowing Tentoo to know that he didn't destroy Gallifrey, after all :)

Also big thanks to Angelic915, Fall Out Bones Girl, Momo Spock, Anaika Skywalker, Shadowdragon1317, Cure Eclipse, RandomW, Lili, GriffinGirl 8655! You are the ones who waited. You keep me going :)

And a bad news…

School's starting, I'm busy, my mom doesn't even know that I watched Doctor Who, she'll kill me, and I'm writing in secret in the middle of the night, I'm scared and having a nervous breakdown—in short,

Updates may be delayed. I'm sorry, forgive me :( But still, kindly leave a Review. That'll make me return faster! Have a good day! (Runs away.)

And another sneak peek:

"Who is it, dad? The one you need?"

"His name is Irving Braxietel. Cardinal Braxietel."

A pause.

"He is my brother."