And with that, after a rather awkward car ride- Sam and Dean up front, Jenny sandwiched between the Doctor and Clara in the back-the group pulled up in the dinner parking lot. A couple that had just come out stared at them as they spilled out like clowns out of a tiny car, one after another, until the five of them were out of the vehicle. Silently they walked into the all-night eatery.
A bell rang as Dean opened the door. Dean and the Doctor-who were vying for lead position, as they were both accustomed to having it- both try to fit walk through the door at once.
"Hey!" The Doctor exclaimed.
"Scoot over!" Dean demanded.
"You scoot over," The Doctor replied.
"I was here first," Dean protested.
"Do you have any idea how childish that sounds?" The Doctor responded.
"Oh, stop it, both of you!" Clara snapped, pushing her way past Sam and Jenny, then between the Doctor and Dean, and walking through the doorway. The men stopped squabbling and stared at each other for a moment, then followed the new leader. "I could really get use to Clara," Jenny though as they walked up to the front cash resister where a young man with messy brown hair wearing an apron over casual clothes.
That's when Sam spoke up. "Maybe we should let Jenny handle this one."
Everyone turned around to look from him to Jenny. "Yeah, that's right," Dean said, recalling the incident from earlier, "She could put on the old finishing school charm again, get an answer right out of him."
"What are you two-" The Doctor began, than he turned to Jenny and asked, "What are they going about?"
"When we stopped by here earlier," Jenny began, "I convinced a man to let us look at his bill to make sure the currency was the same in this universe."
"How'd you get him to do that?" The Doctor said, knowing that normally people didn't usually hand their hard-earned money over to stranger unless there was an exchange of goods.
"Like Dean said, finishing school charm," Jenny answered, "I attended a finishing school for a couple of months a while back, happened to mention it to them."
"Oh," The Doctor said, not really expecting it. Of course, he hadn't seen the girl in three years so he really didn't know what to expect. Or what she was expecting. Whatever expectations she had, he hoped he was living up to them. "I guess when this over we have a lot of catching up to do."
"Yeah," Jenny said, "I guess we do." She looked at the guy at the counter, then said, "But right now, I have work to do, so we can do that latter, okay?"
"Okay," The Doctor agreed.
And that Jenny hopped over to the cash resigester. "Um, excuse me," Jenny said, just like she had done before.
But this time the young man looked up looking rather annoyed. "What?" He said in a perturbed, breathy voice.
Jenny could see she was going to have to take a different approach with this one. She slung Dean's jacket off and tossed it at him without even looking back. The startled young man barely caught it.
After adjusting her necklace so that the ruby was perfectly between her breast, she and undid her ponytail. Then, leaning in close to the young man, said, "Me and my friends are looking for a woman, one of your waitresses."
From the sidelines the Doctor looked as if he was about to rush in and break the pair up. Dean grabbed a hold of him and whispered in his ear, "Dude, just let her do what she's doing it'll be over in a minute."
"W-what's her name?" The young man at the cash register asked, "We have like five waitresses working here."
"The one named Ivy," Jenny said, smiling and twirling her hair.
"She was just about to leave," The young man said, "I'll go get her." And with that he ran off.
"Thank you," Jenny called out to him, then turned back around to look at her companions, who were all staring at her. "What?"
Sam was the first to speak and all he said was "Wow," And after a second once again said, "Wow."
Jenny took the jacket back from Dean and asked, "Is he alright?"
Dean just stood there, slack-jawed.
Jenny looked to the Doctor for some sort of answers to what was happening.
"They've just never seen you work your feminine wiles," The Doctor said, "And frankly I'd be a lot more comfortable if you didn't work them that often. In front of me at least. It's kind of a dad thing."
"Oh," Jenny said, "Sorry. I won't do it again then."
Dean turned to the Doctor, "You knew she had feminine wiles?"
"Yeah," The Doctor said, "It's long story, we were trying to bust out of prison, and she made out with a guard and stole his gun."
"Really?" Dean responded, then turned around to face Sam and said mockingly, "She's still a naive little girl, she's probably never even been kissed."
"Okay, I never called her a little girl," Sam said.
"What are you two talking about?"Jenny asked.
"Yes," The Doctor said, a slight edge in his voice, "What are you two talking about?"
"Nothing," Dean said quickly, hoping not incur the mighty Time Lord's wrath, "Nothing at all."
"Yeah," Sam added in nervously, "Nothing."
The Doctor eyed them both then said, turning back around, "Dean, I think you and me need to set a few thing strait."
"Okay," Dean said, sounding a little scared, "But just so you know, and I know you said we've never speak about what happened back there at the house again, but I just want to say, nothing happened."
"Oh, I know that," The Doctor said, "Believe me, if I thought something had happened-"
"Dad!" Jenny shouted, starting to get embarrassed.
"Okay," The Doctor let up, "But that being said, if you hurt my little girl, I will show you why I'm known in some circles as the Oncoming Storm. Is that clear?"
"Perfectly," Dean said, then he gulped.
"Hey, look," Clara interjected cheerfully, trying to change the subject, "There's the cash register guy and he's coming back with our waitress. "
They all turned to look and sure enough there was the guy from the cash register coming back dragging a reluctant-looking young woman with chestnut brown hair done back in a ponytail. "Well," The young man said, stopping short of the group, "Here she is."
"Thank you sweetheart," Jenny said, walking up to them, "Now, if you don't mind we need to talk to Ivy and private for a minute."
"Alright," He said grinning at Jenny like a love-struck schoolboy, "But maybe when we're done I could get your number or something-"
"Sure," Jenny said, though she knew she would be leaving and even if she weren't she didn't have any number to give, "But right now we really need to talk to her. It's important."
"Okay," He said, walking off.
Ivy looked at the group anxiously, almost scared.
The Doctor stepped forward. "It's alright," He told her, "We don't bite. We just need to talk to you about something. Why don't you sit down?" He gestured towards a nearby table.
"Alright," Ivy said, letting the Doctor lead her over to said table and sit her down in a chair. The Doctor sit down across from her, and was joined by Dean. Clara pulled out the chair from Ivy's side and set down beside the men. Sam and Jenny stood beside them, as there were no more chairs. "Okay," The Doctor said, "Now, this might seem a little odd, but please indulge us. We have reason to believe that you are not from this time. If we're right, you were taken from your own time, something during the late sixties, by creatures called the Weeping Angels. " He turned to look at Sam and asked, "Sam, could I see the necklace for a moment?"
"Sure," He said, taking it out and handing it to the Doctor, "Just...don't lick it again."
"Why would I need to lick it again?" The Doctor asked, but before Sam could answer turned back to Ivy and slammed the necklace back on the table, "And also if I we're correct in our assumptions, this is your necklace."
Ivy didn't say anything, but there was a flicker of recenicition in her eyes.
"Good," The Doctor said, "So now we've got that covered. So what exactly happened? I mean, from your point of view."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Ivy denied, "I've never seen that necklace before in my life."
"Please, Ivy," The Doctor said, and voice that made it know that he knew she was lying, "I saw the way you looked at it." Then he turned around to Jenny and said, "Sweetheart, can I see the locket? Don't worry, I won't lick it, either."
Jenny took the locket out of her pocket and handed it over to the Doctor, who threw it down on the table. That got a reaction from her. "Where did you get that?!" She demanded, "That's my mother's necklace!" Then she got a better look at what Jenny was wearing. "And those are my mother's too!" She lunged across the table and grabbed Jenny wrist, furiously trying to pull the bracelet off. The men were about to jump in when Jenny punched Ivy away, and while Ivy was tending to her bloodied nose, Jenny took off both the bracelet and the ring, handed it to Ivy and said, "You know, you could've just asked." The she looked down at Dean and said, "They won't mind, hun?"
"Well..." Dean began awkwardly, as he was not use to this sort of situation, "How was I suppose to know she was still alive? For all I knew the Weeping Angels could've ripped her to shears and the jewelry was up for grabs."
The Doctor turned around and snapped at Dean, "The Weeping Angels don't rip people to shears. How many times do we need to go through this?!"
"Sorry," Dean said, shrinking down in his chair, "It's just, things didn't exactly go to plan for them, they probably get angry and...I saw them open their mouths, they had fangs, fangs can rip flesh apart, give me a break!"
"Alright," The Doctor said, "I'll admit you do have a point." And with that the Doctor turned back around.
Sam put a hand on his brother's shoulder and said, "Dean, when we get back home remind to invest in a muzzle."
"Why do we need a muzzle?" Dean asked.
"So you can't open your big mouth." Sam responded.
Before Dean could protest the Doctor cut in, "Anyway, like I asked you earlier, how exactly did the Weeping Angels take you?"
Ivy looked at him with an annoyed look, holding a napkin up to her face, sitting on the table.
"Okay," The Doctor said, "I'll give you a moment. Though to be fair you kind of brought this on yourself. I mean you attacked a girl who was literary born with combat training. Granted, you had no way of knowing that and she did take your jewelry, but, like she said, Dean told her you were dead and wouldn't mind. So, are you ready now?"
"Yes," Ivy said, wiping her nose one more time and taking her seat, " Two months ago, well, at least two months ago here, who knows how much time had pasts for everyone I've known-"
"Two months ago," Sam interrupted, "That's when the encurcions in our universes started."
The Doctor looked up at Sam. "Can we please hold all comments until after she's finished, please?"
"Sorry," Sam said, somewhat abased.
Turning back to Ivy, the Doctor said, "Please continue."
Ivy started again. "I had come home from collage for a visit. I had gone out to the garden, to see some of the new flowers then-before I even knew what happening I was in the garden but it was...you're gonna think this is crazy."
"Trust me," The Doctor encouraged her, "We won't."
Ivy took a deep breath. "All of a sudden it was old, overgrown, abandoned. I searched for my parents, for anyone, but no one was there, it was like...like no one had lived there in a long time. And when I finally found my way to town it only got worst. I didn't even recognize that place. And then when I finally got my hands on a calendar and found out I was somehow in the year two thousand five..." She let out a long breath, "Fortunately I was able to get this job without a lot of question and somehow manage to rent a room at the local motel. They do background checks on everything now."
"Tell me about it," Dean commented.
Everyone turned to look at him.
"What?" Dean responded, "It sounded like she was done."
The Doctor turned back to Ivy and said, "And you never saw what took you?"
"No," Ivy said, shaking her head.
"Well that settles it then," The Doctor said, "You were definitely taken by the Weeping Angels."
"The what?" Ivy asked.
"Weeping Angels," The Doctor said, " They look like stone statues of crying Angels when you're looking at them, but if you look away, even for a second, they attack. Then they take you back in time and feed on all the days you would've had in the present. "
"But they didn't take me to the past," Ivy reasoned, "They took me to the future."
"That was an accident," Jenny interjected, "We think the Angel was damaged and is probably now dead."
"But it still caused a whole lot of trouble," Dean added, "Ripping up the walls of the universe."
"Excuse me?" Ivy who had no idea what that meant, asked.
"I won't get into all the complex details and theories and things like that," The Doctor began, "But basically there are an infinite number of what we call parallel universes, each of them in some way unique. Sam and Dean are from one of those parallel universes. Now, normally it'd be impossible to travel between universe but energy created by your botched abduction caused the walls between our two universes to tear, and those tears were made worst by more abductions. So, we believe that sending you back to your time and making sure you stay there would cause the tears to heal."
"I think I understand," Ivy said, "But how are you going to get me back to my time?"
"Well, I have a time machine," The Doctor said, "So we can just use that. "
Ivy looked at him with disbelief. "A time machine?" She asked, "Really?"
"Seriously?" Dean cut in, "Everything else and that's the part you have a problem with?"
"Good point," Ivy said, "So how will this work?"
"We'll drive back to the house," The Doctor explained, "Then I'll take you back, and Dean and Sam drive back through the tears as quickly as possible before the tears seal off."
"Well," Ivy said, standing up, taking off her apron and flinging it down on the table, "What are we waiting for? Let's go." And with that she started to walk away towards the door.
"You heard the woman," The Doctor said, standing up from the table, "Let's go."
After another awkward car ride-this time with Jenny wedged between Sam and Dean in the front, Ivy between the Doctor and Clara in the back, Dean stopped the car in front of the house, but no one got out. "Hey, wait a second," Dean said, "How are we gonna get the car back there?"
Everyone looked at him.
"I am not leaving my baby in a parallel universe," Dean said, "So we have to find a way to get her back there."
"Do you realize that is the second time you've referred to your car as your baby?" Clara asked.
"He's very attached to the Impala," Sam offered in way of explanation.
"Oh," Clara responded, "Now I understand." Leaning in towards Sam she continued, "It's the same way with this one and the TARDIS," She pointed her thumb at the Doctor, "The one time he let me drive the thing, he acted like I was meeting his mother."
"At least he let you drive," Sam replied, "The only time this one, " He pointed his thumb at Dean in the same manner Clara had the Doctor, "even lets me touch the steering wheel is if he's about to fall asleep at it."
"Can we please bring this hen session to a halt and deal with the problem, please?" Dean exclaimed.
"I think you can fit it by the wall and park it in the garden," Jenny suggested, "That is, if it's alright with you, Ivy."
"That's right," The Doctor contended, "This is still your home."
"Alright," Ivy said, "The garden's wrecked anyway. What's the worst damage an old car can do?"
"Okay then," Dean said, relieved his car was secure, "Let's go."
"Actually," The Doctor said, "You can let me and Ivy out here."
Now everyone turned to look at the Doctor.
"Well the TARDIS is right out there," The Doctor said, pointing towards the time-space machine, "And that's where I need to take her. So while I do that, you guys get in a position to drive through the epicenter, everyone who doesn't want to go with them, get out, and when my ship's gone, you guys just start driving and with any luck you'll wind up on the other side. " And with that, the Doctor opened the door and stepped out of the car, followed by Ivy. "That's a time machine?" She commented, looking towards the blue wooden box.
"Trust me," Dean said, "There's more to it than meets the eye."
"Thank you Dean," The Doctor said, looking back at him, "And in case, I don't get the chance to say it latter, goodbye, you too, Sam, and thank you both for returning my daughter to me." As he said it , he eyed Jenny, and it was clear that he knew how precious she was.
"It was our pleasure," Dean replied. He understood that a girl like Jenny was to be cherished.
And with that, they all parted ways, Dean, Sam, Jenny and Clara in the Impala towards the garden, the Doctor and Ivy towards the TARDIS.
They silently entered the back yard and parked the car. Clara got out of the back and wait for Jenny, who was just sitting there. At last she knocked on the front window and said, "Jenny," She tapped on the window again, "Jenny! It's time to get out."
Jenny leaned to look at Clara and said, " One second." Then she looked at the two brothers and said, "So, this is it then."
"Yeah," Dean said, "Yeah, I guess it is."
While they were glad to be going to back to their universe where they belonged, they would miss Jenny. Clara and the Doctor too, but most of all, Jenny.
Jenny would miss both the boys as well. That's why she was trying to stall getting out of the car as long as possible. "I better turn that EMF reader back like I promised."
"It's a, in the jacket," Dean said. After the dinner Jenny had put the jacket back on.
Jenny pulled it out, then pulled the Sonic Pen out of her pocket. She pointed it at the EMF reader and it made a whizzing noise. Then she handed it back to Dean, saying, "Here's your bread plate back."
"Thanks," Dean said, taking the EMF Reader, and smiling with a hint of melancholy about it.
"And I assume you'll be wanting this back," Jenny said, beginning to take off Dean's jacket.
"No," Dean said, pushing it back, "You keep it. Think of it as something to remind you that you have a couple of friends in another universe."
"Alright," Jenny said, letting the jacket hang from her shoulders, "Thank you." She was silent a moment, then she started to fumble in her pockets. At last, she pulled out the lighter they hand found in the wreckage. It was sliver wit but covered with dirt and shoot from the crash, dulling its sheen. She held it out flat in her palm and extended it towards Dean. "Here" She said, "Something to remember me by too. And it's even useful."
The boys on either side of her were staring down at the lighter in her hands. "Jenny," Sam said, "We couldn't possibly-"
Jenny turned to look at Sam. "I insist," She asserted, "One of you is going to take it."
"Alright," Sam relented, taking the lighter.
"Now, you two share that," Jenny instructed, "I don't want you guys fighting over it."
"Don't worry," Sam said, "We won't."
"Yeah, we'll take turns." Dean said.
"Good." Jenny said, then after a moment, added, "So I guess there's no more putting it off."
"No," Dean said, realizing, what Jenny meant," No there isn't."
"Goodbye Jenny," Sam, who was still facing her, said.
Jenny leap forward in her seat and flung her arms around Sam. "Goodbye Sam."
"Bye Jenny," Sam said, "You take care of yourself."
"You too," Jenny said. Then she released Sam from her embrace and turned to Dean. They stared at each other for a moment. Jenny looked like she might start crying. But her eyes stayed dry as she lunged at Dean and hugged him, her arms around his neck. "You take care of yourself too, Dean, okay?" Jenny said.
"Don't worry," Dean said, his voice somewhat raspy as Jenny was crushing his pipes somewhat, "But you gotta look out for yourself too. Otherwise, I'll rip the universes apart again just to give you a piece of my mind."
Jenny was grinning as she pulled back. "How can I argue with that?" She commented. And then she did something no one expected: She kissed Dean on the cheek. Then, without another word, she slipped out of the vehicle, where Sam had stepped out to let her out. When she was out and standing by Clara Sam slid back into the car. "Did she just-?" Dean began.
"Yeah," Sam said, " Yeah she did."
Before anything else could be said, they heard the sound of the TARDIS engines going off. When they heard the last whoosh , fade Dean said, "Alright, let's do this." He hit the gash and drove off into the unknown, watching Clara and Jenny grow smaller in the rearview window. Suddenly there was the feeling of going against a strong wind, and next thing either of them knew, they were in the town square. Sam and Dean stepped out of the car and looked around the nearly deserted town square-people hadn't been going out much since the incursions started-for anything that could confirm that they were back in their universe. Dean and Sam looked at each other. "How do we know if it worked?" Dean asked.
