Last Time on Jenny and the Warehouse: "Oh! Jenny! You're alive!" – "Dad?" – "Welcome aboard, then!" – "You were gone for a minute." – "Did she mention it was at Burger King in Colorado?", Claudia said grinning. "In 1967?"


Jenny meets the Captain

Leena's Bed and Breakfast, Univille, South Dakota, North America, Earth. 12 August 2011, 17:32

"So, Jenny, what would you like to do next?", the Doctor asked as they settled in a large chair in Jenny's room in the B'n'B.

It was half past five now and Jenny set across from her father on the bed, the TARDIS was parked behind her, next to the (mostly empty) wardrobe. Jenny thought about her situation for a moment. To her, the Doctor had slowly transformed from crazy adventurer to crazy teacher with centuries of knowledge that he felt he needed to teach his daughter, right now. Not to mention how much fun it was for him and how often he said that it's 'so cool' to have a daughter.

"Well, you could tell me how this psychic paper actually works. I just messed with it until I got a headache, and I guess that's not how it works."

"Psychic paper? That's easy. No wait, you mean 'send a message to psychic paper', right? That's a bit more of a task. Because you need a psychic link to the person you're sending to, so you can only send it to people you've already met. Then you think of them and project your thought on the paper."

Jenny looked at him frowning. "That's it? Just think of a person and you're done? I tried writing something on the paper for hours!"

The Doctor made a grimace. "Uh, no, you can't do that. It's psychic paper, it just appears to show something… It doesn't actually has anything on it." He pulled his black leather binding from his pocket and gave it to his daughter.

She opened and read it. Suddenly she snorted loudly.

"What? What's so funny?", her father asked, but she just kept on laughing. "Hey! Tell me!"

She read aloud, "Supervisor for Parental Education of the Time Lord High Council."

The Doctor grinned at her and shrugged, "So? Must be true if I got a certificate for it."

"Okay, let me try then!", Jenny said, leaned towards the other side of her bed and pulled something from a small backpack. She looked at it for a second and handed him the paper back. He took it and glanced at it.

"Not bad! That looks really official!", he exclaimed and tried to break his grin to pronounce what he just read. "It's nice to finally meet you, 'Dr. Jennifer, Consultant to Warehouse 13 for Temporal and Extraterrestrial Affairs'!"

She grinned and gave him the passport from the backpack as well. "They actually gave me a whole identity! Isn't that nice? So I'm already an official citizen on one planet."

"Wow!", he said surprised. "Did you choose the name?"

"Nah, Artie made it up. I guess Smith is rather common, though."

"Oh, don't say that like it's a bad thing! Actually, I've been calling myself John Smith for centuries…"

"Really? You call yourself John Smith?", Jenny asked unbelievingly and when the Doctor nodded, added smilingly, "I guess there's no need to concern Earth authorities with an official adoption then."

— ❖ —

"So, what do you people do for fun around here when there's no artifact to catch?", the Doctor asked after they stopped playing with the psychic paper and went to join Pete and Leena with whatever they were doing. Leena was reading a small book, while Pete looked up from the sofa, and gestured towards the TV where a documentary about penguins was on.

"Cool! I always wanted to go see these little fellows! Can you believe I've never been to Earth's South Pole?", the Doctor asked and pointed towards the penguins.

"Oh, they look so cute!", Jenny said kneeling in front of the screen. "What are they called?"

"Gentoo penguins", Pete answered.

"Can we go see them?"

"Why not? Yesterday, I was on a planet with an avarage temperature of 49 degrees Celsius! So I'm totally in the mood for ice.", the Doctor answered.

"Oh, wait, I totally forgot to tell you!", Jenny suddenly remembered. "When I arrived at the Warehouse I tried contacting someone with the vortex manipulator and there was this guy, who apparently owns this thing currently. He said he'd drop by. Tomorrow. So we need to be here tomorrow."

"You found someone who has a spare energy source for vortex manipulators?", the Doctor asked intrigued. "Now this guy I'd like to meet! So, we stay and meet your vortex manipulator repair man, but the penguins are not off the list!"

And with that, the Doctor sat down in the armchair next to Pete and watched the documentary.

— ❖ —

"Helloooho?"

It was early morning, the next day. In the front of a gigantic warehouse a door opened and a young man dressed like his grand uncle came out. Jack blinked a few times, until he was sure that he didn't travel in time recently. This guy wore tweed and a bow-tie.

"Hi, Jack! Long time no see."

"What? Who the hell are you? And where is the cute blonde? I didn't drive all this ways through this godforsaken country right into nothingness thinking I got the wrong coordinates for some guy with a bow-tie!"

"That's actually quite rude, you know that? I think this body is at least as handsome as my last one!"

Amy appeared at the door behind him. "Hey, Doctor, is that the guy Jenny called?" And then she waved at Jack, "Hi!".

Jack's jaw dropped. "Oh no! You've got to be kidding me!"

"Jack, Jack, Jack… You've changed! First, you let a nice girl wait for a whole week – who by the way is off limits! – and then you don't like bow-ties! Bow-ties are cool. What happened to you? Too much world-saving in the last years?"

Jack was walking towards the door now, only a few steps away from the Doctor now and was looking at Amy. His mouth slowly formed a grin. "Seriously, Doc, if anyone's changed, it's you! Despite the bow-tie you now get all the girls! And I see you're after blondes and redheads now!"

— ❖ —

They walked down the entry 'tunnel' of the warehouse.

"So, Doc, you regenerated again. What happened this time?"

"When was the last time I saw you?"

"The Daleks moved the Earth."

"Okay, then you'll see my last face one more time. Look forward to it." He winked at him. "Well, anyway, I was or will be dying of radiation poisoning that time."

"Ooph, that's quite painful. Believe me, I know."

Amy looked at the two guys walking behind her. "Seriously, what's wrong with you? How the hell do you even know each other? And then you talk like you actually died of radiation poisoning!"

"We did!", both said simultaneously.

The Doctor held up a hand. "Okay, enough of our deaths. Amy, for starters, I regenerate and Jack can't die. Rest of the story later in the TARDIS."

"Oh, Doc, you're sponsoring my flight back home, then?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes and walked past a flabbergasted Amy back towards Artie's office.

— ❖ —

Jack followed the Doctor inside a small office at the end of the entrance tunnel. He was just a step inside when a man in his late fifties yelled at him and he stopped in his tracks.

"YOU!"

"Hello to you, too. Captain Jack Harkness, and who might you be?"

"No! It can't be you! You died forty years ago!"

The other warehouse staff just looked at them confused. Claudia smirked towards Pete and Myka, "Another one Artie knew as a child?"

Jack then pondered a moment, apparently trying to remember Artie's face from forty years ago. "Oh! You're 'Nielson'[1], right? That crazy Russian guy who robbed the Soviets of all the stuff he'd sold them before? Oh, come on, those were great times!"

"And you not only died forty years ago but you still look the same!"

"Yeah, sorry, I tend to do that a lot. Don't take it personally, I just like this look so much."

The Doctor interrupted them, "Always the same with Jack, really, don't mind him. But nevertheless, Jack, these are Pete, Myka and Claudia." He pointed at them one by one while Jack 'shook hands' with them, then turned to look at his companion and daughter. "You already met Amy and this is Jenny."

Jenny took a step towards the man she only knew as a hologram so far and was now standing next to the Doctor. She eyed his face for a moment, then said, "Hi, thanks for coming." And after a moment of consideration, still shaking hands, she added, "Are you… human? You feel… wrong."

Jack laughed at that. "Oh no, Doctor! You told her to say that, right?"

"What…? Did I say something wrong?", Jenny asked puzzled.

"Oh, thank you so much, Jenny! I totally forgot how strong you'd feel Jack's specialty…", the Doctor told Jenny. "He's a fixed point in time… And in quite a long time, I think. But like I said, don't mind him, you get used to it. He was not really supposed to happen, but I think it's actually for the better this way."

"Oh, thanks, Doc. If I haven't lost my memory, that's one of the nicest thing you ever said to me. I think I'm gonna like this regeneration!", Jack responded, still 'shaking' Jenny's hand. "But, seriously, don't tell me you're another Time Lord! You look far too good to do that to me! And besides, the Doctor told me at every opportunity he got that he was the last one. Especially, after we buried the… er, second to last Time Lord."

"Actually, I wanted to ask about that… It the term 'Time Lady'?", Claudia added.

"Yes, and she is", the Doctor said proud, but quickly added emphatically, "And could you please let go of my daughter's hand now, Jack?"

Jack let got of Jenny's hand immediately and stared at the Doctor. "Your… daughter? When did that happen?"

He shook his head in one swift motion and looked at Jenny again, who just smiled at him, a bit confused. "You're blonde", he said plainly, then asked, "Jenny, who's your mom?"

"Erm, actually, he is, too. I was progenated, not born…"

Nobody said anything for several moments.

"Wait, you're cloned?", Amy began. "So, the Doctor's also your mom?"

"Yeah?"

Amy burst out in laughter and pointed at the man in question. "That is hilarious! You're a mom!"

Jenny glanced unsure towards her father, who positioned himself slightly in front of her.

"What's that supposed to mean? Don't you think I'd be a good mom or what? Just look at her! All grown up, stunningly good looking and inherently clever! In less than two weeks! I'd love to see you and Roricus try that!", the Doctor replied, grinned at his daughter, and straightened his bow-tie. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing… Rory just texted me earlier that I should buy some new clothes on the way home 'cause he told his parents I was out shopping with a friend…", she replies, but, after pressing a button, adds teasingly, "Oh, and now I told him that you're a mom!"

"Yeah? Then tell your nurse that I'm proud of it, too!"

— ❖ —

Jenny turned towards Jack again and asked, "So, can you repair the vortex manipulator?"

Jack smiled at her, took the vortex manipulator, opened it, and answered, "No."

"What?"

"I have no idea where you can get an energy source for it in the current time. And despite, I'm pretty sure it's still disabled."

"Then why did you come here?"

"It's my vortex manipulator, and if you've somehow got it in your hands you probably stole it from me in the future, so I was curious how you stole it and whether I can look forward to it.", Jack answered with a wink.

"I found it on an empty space station.", Jenny said seriously.

"Well, at least your father doesn't have to kill me then.", Jack said relieved. He took his own vortex manipulator off his wrist and opened the battery compartment, letting a small cylinder fall into his other hand. "Oh, I'm so ignorant! Of course I know someone with the right power source – me! Here, I guess you need more than I do."

Jenny took the cylinder from him and in return gave him the one from her manipulator. "That probably created a time loop just now… Are you sure? Don't you need it yourself?", she asked.

"Well, currently, both manipulators are broken and your father is not very helpful repairing mine. But yours… that is a whole other question", he answered more towards the Doctor than her.

The Doctor looked straight at him. "I'm sure it can be repaired, Jack. But I'm even more convinced that you are needed on this planet."

— ❖ —

"So, Warehouse 13…", Jack began as he walked to the windows in Artie's office, looking at the large collection of artifacts, "what happened to the good old number twelve in London? I've been there a few times back in the 1890s."

"You've been at Warehouse 12?", Claudia asked.

"I was personally invited of course. Did you know H. G. Wells was a woman? Not that her brother wasn't charming as well… but she was really creative for Victorian times…", Jack told grinning.

Myka held a hand before her mouth, "You've got to be kidding! H. G. never told me she knew a real time traveler!"

"Oh, I didn't time travel there, I lived in Cardiff since the 1880s. How do you know Helena?", Jack requested. "Don't tell me she got debronzed!"

"Long story short, she's not here anymore", Artie interrupted, "but why did you have connections the Warehouse 12? There aren't any records of you."

"Look for 'Torchwood'", Jack said mystically.


[1] 'Nielson' is not Artie's real name. He's in witness protection or something after he changed from the NSA to the Warehouse.


A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews, favs and alerts! And wow… finished before New Years Eve! That could also explain the loads of typos (please tell me about them). And I'm sorry that this chapter isn't as long as it should be. I ran out of ideas for Jack-scenes, but the story isn't over yet… Do you have a suggestion?

Reading Recommendation: Arekanderu and others, yesterday I stumbled upon another awesome story/one-shot with Jenny: "Born And Bred", see fanfiction. net/s /7679700