A/N: Now for the rest of the aftermath that was cut from the last chapter. I'm sure it'll raise some more questions, just bear with me on this. My mind has been in strange places lately, especially during the time I wrote this chapter. As always, much love and many thanks to all of you viewers! Your feedback is always greatly appreciated ;)

Chapter 25: Nascence

Rose finished up her shower with a deep breath and ran a hand through her damp hair, her eyes fixed on the floor as she watched the water go down the drain. It would take an outrageous amount of tea to even scratch the surface to their pain and there probably wasn't enough in the TARDIS to calm each other down despite Her almost infinite supply. However, just knowing what became of the world that was basically a junkyard and the beauty that transformed it made her eyes well up again. Their daughter helped create a whole new world, and it was based on her memory and her honor.

She didn't want to leave her husband by himself, but maybe Donna helped him a bit while she left. A shower was just what she needed at the moment to relax and reflect, to let the hot steam envelope her and make her feel less numb than how she felt. He needed to do the same. She dropped her hand to look at the back of it where the y-shaped mark once was, now fading and healing. She brought her other hand over to lightly brush her fingertips over it. A small tingling feeling shot through her, like a spark that lingered in the back of her mind. It was weird considering she hasn't felt another spot there since their loss. But it still didn't bring anything else as a sign of a miracle.

She tried to reach him out through their bond, but all she came across was a blockage, not forceful or out of spite, but…just closed off. She shut her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She's stressed so many times that she hated seeing him drifting back to his old ways but he was a centuries old Time Lord, the last of an ancient species. It wasn't hard to have those scars rip open and release every ounce of agony that was kept locked away. It was child's play. Just when everything was coming together for them. It was just as bad, probably even worse, than the pandemonium that escalated in Pompeii. As if being reminded that all of his people were gone was something he needed thrown in his face with every opportunity. Another wound bleeding out and in need of intense care.

Rose stepped out and grabbed a towel from the side, drying herself off then tying it around her. When her hand came to the knob she came to a stop when the TARDIS sent her a mental image. The Doctor was sitting on the edge of their bed with his head bowed and his elbows rested on his knees. Her heart ached when she caught him doing the exact same thing she had been doing in the shower; his eyes fixed on the back of his hand where his scar had been, his fingers moving along it. She took a deep breath and turned the knob to exit the en suite, opening the door slowly she came to a stop when the light casted over the darkness of their room to reveal his figure.

No sooner after she fully opened the door he stopped tracing his fingers over the spot where the mark was on the back of his hand and consciously threaded his fingers together. She saw his Adam's apple bobbing up and down when he swallowed hard. Her bottom lip found its way into her mouth. The Old Girl sent heartfelt hums as she studied him.

"She was good, wasn't she?" he finally said, his voice barely a whisper.

"She was brilliant," Rose said with a soft smile. "She helped create a whole new world. Generations of people are thanking her and singing songs about her." She sat beside him on the bed and placed a hand over his to stop him from fumbling with his jittering hands. Her thumb brushed along the skin of his knuckles, her fingers threading with his and giving him a tender squeeze. "A spitting image of her father, she was."

A short humorless chuckle escaped from his nose. He flipped his hand over to properly cradle her hand in his, returning the gesture. "She had as much of you in her as she had of me. Maybe…maybe more."

"I'd say it was a good amount of both of us. The best parts."

His eyes weren't meeting hers when she glanced up, only trained on their joined hands, on his bracelet, on the spot where the machine's mark faded. He audibly gulped and let out a deep sigh, the grim and ancient mask covering his features, lines etching his face almost carved from stone. Trying to tap his mind with a heedful effort Rose sensed his walls climbing up. It was futile, if she was honest. Not so much her attempt to seek out her husband and try to fill in the gaping cracks splintering through him or to look deep into his cavernous eyes to pull him out of the crevasses he fell into again where the demons locked away began to chatter and rip at his hearts.

No, what was futile was his attempt to block her out completely. In all of her years of travelling with him she learned how to read him easily, how to help him whenever he fell and needed to be picked up and brushed off, to get going again. And, right now, it was eating her insides too because the young girl that they had lost was the creation of both of them. Even now it still seemed shocking thinking about that, but it was the truth. Jenny was theirs. The Doctor didn't accept that girl's existence from the start, and Rose was a little hesitant to at first too, but over time they were able to see themselves in her, seeing all that life in her eyes to travel across the universe.

She understood why he felt that way around her, after all she saw and felt every emotion and scene from his past flash before her vision when they bonded. He's told her stories about his adventures with his granddaughter, Susan, about how they ran away from home for adventure. She was able to see it in the reels and it reflected on Jenny. She didn't want to leave her behind, and she had a feeling that her husband didn't want to either. But the people on that planet wanted to honor her for her courage, and her memory would live on for years to come. Now they were left with the pain.

He said being a Time Lord was so much more, and that he and his people were known for their history and shared suffering. Rose may not be a Time Lord, but she was her own brand, and the Doctor's wife. They would share the suffering together.

Rose grabbed the Doctor's other hand and turned his body around to face her. He looked at her curiously before she slipped her arms around his neck, holding him close. He remained stiff for another moment, almost as if he felt it was without merit, but he needed this more than anything right now. Both of them did. Soon his own wrapped around her tightly, his face buried into the crook of her neck.

He was always one to be welcomed in his wife's open arms, but there were times where he felt he didn't deserve it at all. Now was no exception, if he was honest. Once again someone he was beginning to care for died because of their involvement with him. Because they came from him. Because he cared for them. That was how the universe was to him. That black cloud that always hung over his head was still there, never rolling on through the storms. They never leave, always stay. He knew from the moment that young girl stepped out of that machine that it would only bring misery to his life. It wasn't that he directed the blame on her, it was the universe adding on to his misfortune with his almost never-ending streak of bad luck.

Over the years he's found that the universe rarely consulted his opinion on who should live or die, and far too many times those who didn't deserve it did. If it weren't for his wife being here then he'd know for a fact he'd have nobody else. He'd be alone. But every time he was granted something for some reason something terrible happened to it. And it happened once again today when his…his daughter, who was shot in cold blood all just to save his life. The vision was a spitting image of when Rose had been shot in the chest all because they were close to him, someone special. When he held Jenny in his arms he swore for a moment he saw his wife dying all over again and…he couldn't bear it. His insides shook when the image glued onto his vision, bombarding him with the affliction.

Maintaining his control and keeping his facade up like a shield was a challenge for him up to this point today, but the Doctor's walls were coming down and he let it all out in his wife's arms. It's been a long time since he properly wept. He let it out a number of times during their recovery period in front of Rose, to where she was the only one to witness it, but that's the only way he'd want it to be released from concealment.

His fingers curled as he clung onto her towel in submission. He gave in and broke down, sobs wracking through his body as his eyes stung with tears, moistening her skin. She rubbed his back soothingly, brushing her lips against his head before a string of sobs escaped her as well, her own tears trailing down his cheek and mingling with his. As much as it was hurting him that he wouldn't have children ever again, it pained him more whenever he thought about his wife. Yes, she said she never really wanted to be a mother in her life if she hadn't met him and had her body change into a different breed of human and they both decided that if they were able to conceive they wouldn't because of their hectic lifestyle. That didn't mean this would be a painful reminder of what she could never have. Something he couldn't give her.

But what they did have was each other. That was more than enough.

They spent long moments that way in each other's arms on their bed. Rose was rocking him gently back and forth to stifle his shuddering nerves as much as her own, calming themselves down in the whirling storm of grief that washed over them. The Doctor loosened his grip on her towel and let his body relax when his sobs came to a complete stop and he became quiet. She ran a hand through his hair and reached out mentally to steady him further. He let out a trembling exhale. Their bedchamber was dim and silent save for the light coming from the en suite that stung their burning eyes and their hitched breathing trying to be regained, and the soft hums from the TARDIS as the sentient ship gently filling their ears.

Rose sniffed a few times as she pulled back enough to see her husband's face. His eyes were closed but she could see the slight puffiness and redness at their rims along with his cheeks shining from his dampened tears, their tracks staining them. She lightly dried his face with her thumbs before trailing one down to his chin to trace his bottom lip when it fleetingly trembled.

There were only a handful of times she's ever seen him weep, including his past incarnations via the images he showed her when they bonded. Those and the few occasions during their time of convalescence. For so many years he kept his guard up and hid his sorrows behind masks and wide smiles that wouldn't reach his eyes, expertly. But when he made himself vulnerable like this and let his bottled up emotions flow, everything came out; every inch of pain he suffered through his long life. His lonely ancient life. He wasn't truly alone, not while she was right by his side.

Her hands raised up to bring his forehead down upon hers while they sat quietly on their bed, their minds doing all the talking through waves of comfort and solace. Another shuddering breath escaped from him but he steadied himself right away with his hands placed firmly on her sides, his eyes finally opening.

"Thank you," he finally said, his voice quiet and rough. He cleared his throat and repeated it.

"For what?" she whispered.

"For showing me that earlier," he replied, one of his hands lifting to brush away a stray tear that fell from her eye. "To see what became of the world after…" He trailed off with another shuddering breath.

"I know this hurts," she said. "But…I wanted to see what she helped create. What our daughter created."

The Doctor nodded. "Not only that. Thank you…for being here. With me."

Rose smiled warmly at him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "We won't forget her."

"No, we won't. We'll remember her. And honor her." Brief silence followed when they pulled back until she began giggling before covering her mouth. He noticed and arched an eyebrow at her in confusion and concern. "Um…Rose? Am I…missing something here?"

"No, 's just…could you imagine the look on my mum's face if we told her she was a gran?" she said, barely stifling another laugh.

He caught on and began to chuckle at the very sight of Jackie Tyler finding out the news. "I think the real hoot would be if she actually saw her and how grown she was."

"God, she would've thought we were away for twenty years!"

"Then she really would've slapped me for sure. Maybe worse, she would've punched the ever living daylights outta me! Especially when she found out we're married and intimate."

"She thought that already, though, but she'd still question if you had tentacles or somethin.'" They continued chortling for a few more moments before their laughter died down. "We probably shouldn't be laughing so soon," Rose commented after.

The Doctor shook his head. "Maybe. That's what we do, Rose. We laugh until the pain goes away, until we're convinced that we're not afraid of the dark."

"Yeah, suppose so," she said, scratching her eyebrow. "It'll get easier, yeah?"

"'Course it will," he said without hesitation. "We'll be fine. More than that, we'll be brilliant. We've been through…a lot over the years. We've been through some of the worst possible pain that one can't even fathom, but we always get through it. It'll just take some time. We can get through this, Rose. I know we will."

If they were able to overcome over a year of anguish and death during a recovery period, then they would be able to get through this, as hard as it was at the moment. They could make it through anything as long as they had each other.

A moment later Rose released their joined hands to cup his face and brought him down for a gentle kiss. The Doctor melded into her, wrapping an arm around her waist. He groaned when she nipped his bottom lip, coaxing him to open up for her and he didn't hesitate as he plunged his tongue into her open mouth, drinking her all in while at the same time pushing everything into her; the guilt of having another death on his head, the pain of it all that pierced through them, the grief, the agony, the unpleasantness of the parallels it created in comparison to a similar incident over a year ago.

He shoved it all aside in the back of his mind and solely focussed on his wife. It started slow as they melted into each other in the darkness of their bedchamber, savoring every movement of their lips brushing against each other, acknowledging the faint echoes in their ears but keeping their mindset on right here and right now.

His hands slid behind her back and over the cotton towel, slipping his fingers beneath the material to connect with her warm skin, the perfect contrast to his cool touch while her own ran through his hair, scratching across his scalp. She moaned for a moment and tore away from him to unbutton his Oxford and do away with his layers. He helped her out by tossing them somewhere behind him. Moments later it wasn't enough. Once that activity was finished she took the open seat laid out for her being his lap, straddling him and mapping out every inch of his mouth. His hands moved to the knot keeping her towel secure and untied it, pooling it in their laps then throwing it aside, continuing his ministrations as he buried his hands in her hair, sliding through with ease then charting out every glorious inch of her bare flesh offered to him.

They broke away for air and he took the chance to nibble on the sweet spot of her neck before rising up to crash his lips back on hers. Keeping a firm grip on her hips, he slowly leaned back, their mouths never disconnecting with each other as she came to lay atop his chest. He groaned deeply from the friction and felt himself straining then flipped her over, switching their positions to place her down in the center of their bed. Taking in her disheveled appearance was more than enough motivation for him as he shed off his remaining superfluous layers of clothing then proceeded to drown himself in his wife's love, claiming her mouth once more and bathing himself in her essence.

All both of them intended to do was to surround themselves with each other's passion in hopes of drowning out the accompanying and newfound pain that marked them, to let it fade away to a region of their insides where it wouldn't hurt as much as it would. Not that it would make them forget the cause of it in the first place, but to help them heal before it consumed them.

It may have been a bit masochistic on their parts but it was remedial for them, much like it had been during their recovery period. Just the feeling of heated skin against skin, three fully alive hearts pounding their rhythms together, through one another, to reassure them that they were together and would make it through the darkest of days that would come. To make each other feel whole and fill in the holes that were torn open by force, ripped away from reality, to let them mold together, to suffer through it as one, joined as one, only as a bonded couple could.

They made love endlessly in the darkness, desperate and quick at first just for the intensity and exhilaration to feel their bodies pulsing together but then slowly and savory, over and over again, preserving every touch and every kiss they had to offer as they worshipped each other's bodies and minds through transferring sentiments whether it be out loud or mentally, waves crashing over them but not putting out the smoldering flames of passion that swarmed them or their world. But making it stronger, making it thrive with one energy and making them feel more alive. Just what they wanted. Needed.

In those furtive throes they dug down deep and found just how painful the day's tragic events had gotten to them, how much they penetrated them that didn't reach the surface, especially on the Doctor's end. It was as palpable now as it was earlier when they grieved, maybe more even. The desperation made itself known by how they clung onto each other in their rides and devoured each other, letting their mouths and hands soothe every open space as a reassurance to let them know this was real and they were still together.

During one of their romantic interludes they felt a small odd but comfortable golden warmness lingering in the back of their minds, just a speck that gave off the impression that everything was okay as it always would be, making them both inwardly smile before another settled in Rose's stomach when they crash-landed down from the sky for the umpteenth time and let the sensations swirl around them. But it only took another moment for them to soar back into the air and fall back into each other's passion.

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Jenny's eyes fluttered open when she heard a faint humming sound in her ears followed by a blanket of warmth falling over her, a small amount in the back of her head. Which now that she realized was unusual since she was certain that she was dead moments after that bullet pierced through her chest. She remembered taking a bullet for her parents then falling into their arms, watching the terraforming process beginning around them as her mother and father began telling her about the life they would live when she travelled with them. Then darkness. Like a wrap was draped over her vision when she closed her eyes and breathed her last breath. But…she was still breathing. She still had her own thought process.

She was dead, right?

A small amount pressure lingered in her chest over the spot where she was shot but was fading by the second. Maybe this was what happened when you welcomed death; those last few moments of brain activity left where images of your life would flash by and remind you of everything you've been through in your lifetime. Of course she didn't have too many memories other than the information embedded in her mind in regards to war-based knowledge and tactics to use when under attack. Those useful pieces of information along with some faint images and bits carried over after the progenation when her parents had their samples of DNA extrapolated thus creating her.

Wait a minute…

Jenny sat up from where she lay and found herself outside in what appeared to be a meadow with vast golden grass. Her eyes moved over the plain in confusion. She leaned over and lightly touched a blooming flower a few inches away from her leg and backed away almost instantly. Everything felt real. How? Why? So many questions, but who could answer them? There didn't seem to be anyone else around…wherever it was she ended up.

"Hello?" she called out in hopes that someone or something would respond to her. "Is anyone there?"

Nothing but a quiet warm breeze. She raised a hand to scratch the back of her neck then jerked her head in the direction of a comforting presence to her left. A golden light, almost like a portal, shot down from the sky, almost blinding her with the rays and prompted her to squint. The next thing she knew a figure was materializing and coming into view. She had the urge to get up and run like her genetics were made for but thought that this strange phenomenon was harmless and…familiar, in some way.

"Who are you?" Jenny asked.

Once the figure became more solid she gasped when she recognized the woman—it was her mother. She blinked a few times, utterly lost, when the other blonde was sitting beside her with her legs crossed.

"Hello Jenny," she said, her accent a little different than from what she remembered. "I've been waiting for you to wake up. A long time, mind you. Of course long durations of rest are in your genes as well as a jeopardy friendly nature, so all of this was expected, in a sense."

Jenny stared, wide-eyed. Her train of thought was functioning—for the most part—when she first came to, but now she couldn't find anything to say. "Mum?" she finally asked.

Rose tilted her head to the side. "Well, technically, yes, I suppose."

Jenny's brows creased. There was doubt? What else was she?

"There's a very long story that would have to be told in order to answer that," Rose spoke up, making Jenny jump for a second in alarm.

"How did…how do you know what I'm thinking?"

"We're in your mind, Jenny," Rose told her before looking around the landscape and nodding her head with satisfaction. "A nice choice of scenery you've picked, too, I have to say. Very calming."

"Wait, does this mean that I'm…dead?" Jenny asked. "Is this one of those experiences with death? Are you one of my visions?"

Rose smiled gently. "You're not dead, sweetheart. Well, strictly speaking, you're just in a very deep sleep, but it's up to you if you want to stay that way. And I know for a fact you wouldn't. Won't. Can't, really."

"What's this place?"

"Karass Don Slava, it looks like," she answered, reaching over to pick up a flower from the ground, her fingers brushing along the soft ball tops. "Home of the vast Candle Meadows abundant in Psychic Pollen." She raised the flower to her lips and blew on it, the contents swaying in the breeze. "Once surrounded with these one could make another person dream up any scenery they want or even make shapes out of the clouds to roll by. Interesting choice of yours. Must have been a memory transferred into you from your father."

"Where is my dad? I mean, you're here, but where's he at?"

"There isn't much time to go through the long and complicated explanations," Rose said quickly. "But, for starters, you have to see something. And need to know it right away. And, something of yours needs some attention."

Jenny reluctantly nodded and waited for her mother to show whatever it was that she wanted to reveal. She took a deep breath and her eyes slid shut, but when she opened them a golden light poured out, warm as it lingered on Jenny's chest. She gasped and brought her hand to clutch at the hot spot in shock, feeling the sensation spreading throughout her body. Her insides tingled as a result and she felt her hearts beating beneath her palm. A phrase entered her mind, repetitive and strong.

Bad Wolf.

Her mouth hung agape when she removed her hand from her chest and stared at her mother, whose eyes returned to normal and her smile grew. "There we are," Rose said. "Feels a lot better when they're both working properly, doesn't it?"

"How did you do that?" Jenny asked, half in wonder and half in bewilderment. "I know you're my mother, but…I never knew you could do that. Is that an advanced human trait or something?"

Rose chuckled. "You have so much to learn, dear."

"And what's Bad Wolf?"

"I am the Bad Wolf."

Okay. That made sense.

"I know it seems nebulous at the moment," Rose/Bad Wolf continued. "But given time you'll understand the concept fully."

"So, let me get this straight," Jenny said, straightening up. "I'm not dead."

"Just in a deep coma," Bad Wolf replied with a nod.

"How are we able to communicate, though?"

"Because I've required an extra amount of energy from another source, one from inside my own body. I'm from the future, Jenny."

"The future?"

"Yes. And it's imperative that you know about what might come."

Jenny's eyes widened in alarm. "What's coming?"

Bad Wolf shifted in her spot and moved an inch closer. "Darkness," she replied with seriousness. "The Creator will be coming back and darkness comes in his wake. I went further into the timeline and saw it. I came from the Heart of the TARDIS and merged with Rose Tyler, becoming a part of her. And at this moment I'm sending a message through time beneath an undetected wavelength to warn others about the upcoming battle."

"Battle?" Jenny asked. If this was a war then she would have to fight. But she learned that there were always other choices to make.

"And it is why I'm talking to you now," Bad Wolf said. "Everything will make more sense when we have time, but it won't be for a while, I'm afraid."

"Why? Am I gonna be asleep for a really long time?"

"No. You'll be waking up shortly, but…your parents won't be there."

Jenny frowned. "What do you mean? Why not?"

Bad Wolf sighed and scratched her eyebrow. "When you were shot it was inevitable that you would die. Your ability to regenerate or heal rapidly wasn't activated just yet. Your body had to adjust on its own and heal with time, but it was delayed. The problem was that because your body was deteriorating inside, your awareness and presence couldn't be triggered, leading to your parents having to leave you on Messaline. You know that spark lingering in the back of your head?"

"Yes."

"That's how they would be able to sense you," Bad Wolf continued. "Time Lords and advanced humans, as it turns out, are telepathic and are able to feel another one's presence. You felt it not long after you were created but had no idea what it was. It was a signal, just faint and barely there. You needed to have more time to adjust to it and make it stronger. But when you took the bullet to your chest it died down and your parents couldn't feel anything anymore, and the delayed trigger was taking longer than it should have. We waited for you," she said with a softer tone and her original accent before changing again. "Waited so long for the after effects to work, but nothing was happening. So they had no choice but to leave you."

"They think I'm permanently dead," Jenny concluded sadly. She could only imagine how depressed they were. Before she was encompassed by the darkness she recalled the look of grief on her parents' faces behind their strong and forced smiles. Her newly beating hearts ached at the thought. "But what about now? If I choose to wake up won't they know? Won't the signal be ignited again?"

"The connection will still be faint," Bad Wolf replied. "Only a small speck in the back of their minds." She smiled. "But even the smallest amount would be enough reassurance for them to know that everything will be alright and they would be at peace."

"But if you're a part of my mother, won't she know about…this?" Jenny asked, gesturing around them. "If you two are one in the same then won't you give it away and tell dad?"

Bad Wolf chuckled. "I wish I could, but everything that happened in Messaline is a never-ending paradox and a fixed point in time. And, because I hold information and visions from the future, it would only create more problems for the universe and them. Trust me, it's too soon. Not to mention they've got a lot coming their way, it's only the beginning. I'll be able to keep all of this suppressed in Rose's mind so that it won't overwhelm her or her husband. You, the Doctor and Rose Tyler will know about these events when the time is right. Just not yet."

Jenny groaned. She was trying to process whatever was happening, which she still couldn't wrap her head around. She wasn't really dead but in an apparent coma that would help her heal from her fatal injury and try to make her system adjust to her advanced genetics. The progenation machine never programmed her with this type of information. This was a whole new experience for her and the family that she came from.

"So what do I do now?" she asked. "Should I go looking for mum and dad? Or…you and dad?"

"I'm sorry, dear," Bad Wolf said with a sad smile. "We're not meant to cross paths again for a while."

"But what if that spark isn't enough to let them know that I'm alive? What if they don't feel it?"

"Oh, they'll feel it," she assured. "It may be faint, but they'll acknowledge it. Because I'm connected to the TARDIS—the powerful ship that your parents travel in, and you also travel in on a number of occasions," she added with a grin. "Meaning that the small sensation will linger in the back of their heads, waiting to be fully activated once you encounter them again."

Jenny nodded, seeming to understand the lot of information being given to her. "When exactly will that be?"

"As I already said I can't tell you the exact time," Bad Wolf told her gently. "However, you'll know when the time is right."

"How?"

"Face me," she instructed. "And just stay still."

Jenny did just that and shifted to sit before her mother—or the powerful entity that was a part of her mother rather, she was still trying to understand—her hands folded in her lap as she waited for what would come next. Bad Wolf raised a hand to Jenny's temple and closed her eyes, prompting her to do the same. Something warm entered her mind in the shape of a package and was kept securely sealed with golden chains and a lock, placing itself to the back of her mind. Odd as this process was it felt right, like something she could do herself. As soon as the package was gently placed somewhere she couldn't see it disappeared from her view. She opened her eyes, bawling them out of amazement.

"Wow," she breathed out with a smile. "That was…incredible."

"Telepathy works wonders," Bad Wolf said with a grin. "Can do all sorts of things with it, but it can be vulnerable at times, so you'd have to be cautious when you try it out in the future."

"What was that anyway?" Jenny asked curiously. "It was a…box."

"A special package," Bad Wolf replied. "One that will open on its own when the time is right and when you're ready. Had to take safety measures just in case you stumbled upon it one night when you fell asleep. Could be a bit rebellious like your father and try to take a peek at what could happen in the future. Luckily I placed a perception filter on it and an automatic key that would allow it to unlock in the right time."

"So…that package you just put in my mind will open when this Creator and this darkness will come and this battle will begin," Jenny said slowly, making sure she understood. She didn't want to get vital information mixed up when there was a mission in the future that she had to be ready for.

"That's right."

"So what do I do when I wake up?"

Bad Wolf arched an eyebrow. "What do you want to do, Jenny?"

She barely pondered for a moment and smiled. "I wanna see the universe," she said. "To help people and discover new worlds."

"That's my girl," Bad Wolf said with a grin. She leaned over and placed a hand on the side of her face. "You do that, Jenny. Be brilliant. And when you're ready that package will open and lead you to your parents, I promise you. You'll find them."

Jenny nodded and gave her a hug. "Thank you."

"My time's just about up. You'll be waking up in a matter of moments and I have to return to my current timeline. This conversation will seem like a fading dream when you come out of your coma, but its remnants will still float about. Just enough to be a reminder that you'll make the most of your life and have a lot to look forward to, no specific details. And you've got an outrageous amount of running to do."

She stood up but something came to Jenny. "Wait, will I see you again? I mean, before the package opens? Will I speak to you again?"

"If you're lucky, perhaps," Bad Wolf said with a smile. "A part of me will always be with you in here." She tapped a finger to her own temple. "You'd just have to look deep inside yourself to find me. A handful of your parents' knowledge and memories are already there too, just concentrate and search through your mind and you'll see them every day. Every time you go to sleep, you'll see them and all of the good they've done over the years as they'll dream of you."

"Thank you, mum," Jenny said with a smile. "I love you."

"Love you too, darling. Be ready for what's to come and be careful. Be aware that you inherit your mother's jeopardy friendly acts."

She giggled. "I promise."

"And…just be amazing," Bad Wolf said with a warm grin. "Don't be alarmed at what's about to happen to you. Go along with it and search through your mind. There's a little trick your parents will love to learn about that I thought you should know about, especially your father."

"What's that?"

"A special kind of regeneration."

Soon Jenny felt her body warming up as the meadow around her began to fade away along with Bad Wolf. In a rush she felt like she was falling through the air hard but when she came to a stop she felt no pain. She landed flat on her back and inwardly shuddered. Her attention was focussed on her body when she noticed her skin beginning to glow a golden color. A stream of it escaped from her lips and when she exhaled.

And then…her eyes shot open.

Blinking rapidly Jenny found herself laying on a small cot in the old human encampment theatre with a sheet over her body and a bright light casting from the massive windows behind her. How long was she out? She saw the words Bad Wolf written across the walls in black ink briefly before fading away. She then noticed Cline and one of the Hath standing by her side with equally bemused expressions. She smiled at them.

"Hello, boys," she told them, hopping off of the table and adjusting her top. "Well, that was a rush."

"But-but," the young man sputtered. "That's…that's just impossible! You were dead!"

"Just resting, really, I guess," Jenny said with a shrug. "And it's not impossible. Just a bit unlikely."

He and the Hath just stared at her, utterly lost. "But…how?"

"Good genes, gotta thank my parents for that," she replied with a smile.

"Your hair, it…changed."

"Really?" She frowned before reaching up to bring her ponytail around to her face. For some reason her blonde hair darkened to a shining red color. That was interesting. "Oh, guess it did." She smiled. "I like it. Now then, where were we?"

She took off and ran into the halls in search for transportation. Luckily for her she knew where one of the escape shuttles were and took a hidden scenic route towards it. Running was no problem for her since it was in her blood. In the back of her mind she felt a warmness, letting her know the he parents were out there somewhere. But, while she couldn't wait to see them again, she had some plans of her own first.

She entered the shuttle with a wide smile on her face and made her way to the captain's chair and began to operate the controls. To the side she noticed a small mirror and she stopped her fiddling and took in her appearance. She sounded the same and didn't change her appearance. Well, except for her hair, that was. Other than that, her body was exactly the same. A handy trick that came to her courtesy of her father's side with regeneration. Handy indeed. She wondered if he ever tried it out before. She could ask him about that when she would meet him later on.

The intercom buzzed on and Cline's voice came through. "Jenny? What're you doing? Come back!"

"Sorry," she replied, resuming her button pressing to start the shuttle's engines. "Can't stop. What you gonna do, tell my mum and dad?"

"But where are you going?"

"Oh, I've got the whole universe!" she chirped. "Planets to save, civilizations to rescue, creatures to defeat…and an awful lot of running to do!"

She took control of the wheel and shot off into the sky with a huge smile on her face. She knew her parents would be so proud of her. When she would see them again she would have plenty of stories and explanations to tell them.

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Hours after being completely spent from their consecutive rounds of passionate lovemaking, the Doctor and Rose slept in each other's arms, peaceful and content. It was surprising that it came so easily for them considering they were awaiting a nightmare or two to pop up immediately after, but nothing came to them. Well, maybe not nothing. At least nothing filled with anguish or pain. In the back of their minds they were aware of the visions flashing before their eyes when they began to stir in their sleep momentarily before returning to their deep slumber, knowing it was being transferred to each other. It was something warm, something soothing, something filled with…peace. That followed by various dreams of their daughter travelling across the universe doing everything they'd want her to do.

Saving planets and helping people. Small smiles spread across their faces as they dreamt, letting the warmness spread through them.

So yeah. A bunch of important points in this for the future. I promise you, we will definitely see Jenny again. And yes, she regenerated into the same body. It's an old Gallifreyan trick, just make it happen, my dears. And I made her turn ginger just because. I know a bunch of you wanted Jenny to travel with them right after, but hey. Future sequels? ;)

Shout out to newboy for coming up with 'the Creator' and allowing me to use it! Giving credit where it's due, thanks a lot for the idea, dude! ;D Did this chapter help you? I know the last chapter was cut at an odd spot and left you hanging, but hopefully this answered everything.