Clara's life, surprisingly, just moved on. Her life before the Doctor and Danni felt so far away that she could almost believe that it had happened to someone else. But the next day, the very next day, after she had been dropped off she was back at work, teaching her students, setting homework and taking too many pieces of chewed chewing gum off the kids in her classes.

Seriously, it was quite impressive how stupid students seemed to think teachers were.

She decided to just not think about it and found it very easy in the start to just ignore it. It wasn't like she hadn't worked in between travelling and so going to work and watching TV in the evenings wasn't anything out of the ordinary. She did her grocery shopping, she did her laundry. She marked homework and also decided that she really had to stop waiting until the night before to do so. It wasn't until that first Wednesday when they should have picked her up but didn't that she started panicking.

She had walked away. She'd had the best life, with the best people in the universe, seeing amazing sights that the people on Earth wouldn't have even been able to dream of. She wasn't sure if it was the best choice for her, though. She liked her job, but she didn't live near her family anymore and while she did have some normal, human friends they were few and far between. She could have stayed in the TARDIS indefinitely and not felt that much home sickness. She never did. She never looked back.

The problem was that while the Doctor and Danni had fit into her life perfectly, she'd become an odd piece in theirs. She could see it almost instantly. The moment she had hugged Danni on Skaro and the Time Lady hadn't hugged her back she knew that everything had changed. She knew that her job with the duo was over. Danni had been found and she had helped, but that was where her necessity ended. Not that anyone needed to be 'necessary' to be a part of someone's life, but they were both starting a new journey and she was a reminder of where they'd been.

She'd spent a lot of that first Wednesday crying. She felt absolutely awful when she had been found by some of her co-workers as they'd assumed that it was because of Danny Pink. She'd used it as an excuse, and his loss was still raw and painful, but her tears had come from the loss of a completely different person. It was a loss she couldn't explain to anyone because they'd never understand. It was the loss of yet another person she loved more than she could put into words.

She'd loved both Danny Pink and Danni Fielding with all of her heart, and the moment she'd hugged Danni she knew she'd lost them both. Sure, Danni would visit - Clara definitely knew that wasn't going to change - but that chapter of her life was over and she needed to grieve it.

She'd spent that first Wednesday feeling sorry for herself because she was allowed to. She'd earned that right, she was owed a moment of pure pain without the need to rein it in or make excuses. The second Wednesday she had sat in her living room and looked around, deciding that if this was the path she was now on, she was going to throw herself head first into it. She was going to take control. She was Clara bloody Oswald. She was the boss of everything.

She didn't particularly want to move, but a change was always claimed to be as good as a rest. Her living room held remnants of everything she had lost and wallowing in it wasn't going to help. Her father had been the same. When her mum had died, he'd ripped the kitchen out and put a new one in only a month after she had passed away. She'd not really understood it at first, she'd just thought it was a way of distracting himself, but then she'd come to realise it was because her mum was such a keen baker. There had been many memories in that kitchen and her dad hadn't been able to take being taunted by them. He'd kept her pots and pans, he'd kept her recipes, but everything else had gone. She wasn't sure if it was healthy or not but she remembered him handling what life had thrown at them a bit better afterwards.

She was renting her flat, though, which meant she couldn't rip everything out. She couldn't repaint, and she couldn't get rid of the hideous carpet that she'd never really liked. She could, however, have a good clear-out and a rearrange. She couldn't even go near her desk anymore because Danni had spent so much time setting up with fairy lights and photographs that every time she looked it at it, all she saw was the friend she lost. The friend who had died at the hands on a mad woman who, as far as she knew, had gotten away. Her only punishment had been to lose her captive.

As she looked over her living room, and then her bedroom, Clara realised that she couldn't keep any of it. She had shared her bed with Danny Pink and Danni Fielding at various points. She'd had date nights where Danny had shown her ridiculous action movies as they'd sat on the sofa together. Danni had built that gingerbread house and placed it on the coffee table. A clean break meant everything old had to go.

It had been pretty easy to get rid of her furniture. Surprisingly easy, to be honest. She'd even earned some money from selling it, which was very helpful. She was on a teacher's salary, after all. Any money towards revamping her flat was very much appreciated. She'd spent a couple of evenings doing some good, old fashioned internet shopping and as quickly as it had gone she had replaced every piece of furniture with something new.

She took the week of work claiming sickness and waited in for the deliveries to turn up and for her old furniture to be taken away. It definitely wasn't because she had everything ready to go by the Wednesday and she had wanted to be in just in case the Doctor and Danni dropped in for a visit. She needed time to put it all together again. It wasn't for any other reason.

The Doctor was never going to choose to visit. She hadn't quite got over that yet, but she understood.

She looked around her living room at all of the stuff she had bought. Most of it was flat packed and leaning against the walls, whereas some of them – like her new sofa – was just piled in the middle of the room, waiting for her to find a new place for her to put it. Her new bedframe had been kindly put in her bedroom by two delivery men who had done it out of the kindness of their hearts, and not the flirty smile she had sent in their direction.

It would have been very easy for her to just replace everything and have the layout the same, but when did Clara like anything easy? She had always wanted excitement, adventure, newness. She needed to plan it out and plan it well. She spent the entirety of Wednesday morning plotting things out on some graph paper she had taken from school. Everything was sized down to scale and she'd cut out each little square that represented every piece of furniture and had rearranged everything, sticking it all down when she had worked it out.

She'd then had to do it all over again because she realised that she'd left the bloody sofa off.

Once she was happy with it, she cleared the floor, pushing everything to the back of the room so she could work towards it. The first thing she had to build was a side table that would go in the space between her kitchen door and the hallway door. It also was going to be a simple build, which meant that she wouldn't be discouraged straight away. Clara Oswald was good at everything she tried, but she hadn't tried this too often.

She'd just emptied the box of parts onto the floor when there was a knock on her front door. She paused for a moment, trying to work out if she'd forgotten a delivery, before bracing herself for who was on the other side. She opened the door slowly, trying to work out which neighbour she could have offended now. There was a chance the large amount of deliveries might have annoyed Mr Nowak down the hall; he wasn't fond of people walking outside his apartment door.

She was surprised at the moment it took her to recognise Danni, still not quite used to her new body. Still, the moment she did she chucked the door open wider, grinning at her friend. "Danni!"

Danni looked slightly uncomfortable at the sudden, excited attention. She offered Clara a nod. "Hi," she greeted awkwardly. "I hope it's alright to just drop in. I didn't really think about it, to be honest."

"No, no, it's absolutely fine," Clara promised her as she stepped out of the way. She glanced out into the hallway as Danni headed towards the living room. She frowned before shutting the door. "No Doctor?"

Danni shook her head. "No, he didn't want to see you," she replied bluntly. Clara tried not to feel slightly offended. "You know what he's like. He's incredibly dramatic. He'll be back in a bit. I just wanted to borrow your comput… what are you doing?"

Clara joined her by her side and saw her eyes looking all over the room. "Oh, I'm just… redecorating," she offered, keeping the reasons to herself. "You caught me battling with a side table."

Danni looked at all of the wooden panels on the floor and nodded slowly. "I'm guessing it's winning?" she guessed.

"Hey, I'm a master of the flat pack," Clara replied indignantly. "Don't you underestimate me, Fielding."

Danni held her hands up. "I didn't say anything," she replied, although she couldn't take her eyes off the panels and the screws. There was a paper instruction manual discarded on the floor. She was intrigued in a way she didn't quite understand, so she walked over and picked it up. She flicked through, looking at all the black and white illustrations.

"Well," Clara started slowly. She knew that look on Danni's face. It was the one that appeared when something caught her attention, and under different circumstances Clara would have been more concerned. "I had to move the computer into my bedroom, but your old laptop is in your old room…"

She obviously wasn't paying any attention. Clara watched her sit on the floor, grabbing the small bag of screws that had come in the kit to put the table together. She started laying them out on the floor, creating small piles of them.

"Or you could just make a table…" Clara muttered. She walked over and sat down next to her. "You know, this isn't exactly interesting. It's just a flat packed table."

Danni shrugged. "It says you need all these tools," she said, pointing out the list of recommended tools like Clara hadn't seen it before. "Why do you need three different screwdrivers?"

"Because there's three different types of screws," Clara replied. "It literally says it right there."

She reached over to poke the instructions in a teasing fashion, but Danni shushed her and moved it out of her reach. "But that's just stupid," she retorted. "If you need to use three screwdrivers to build a side table then you're doing it wrong." She reached into the pocket of her jacket, leaning to one side to be able to reach in, and pulled out her sonic screwdriver. Clara rolled her eyes. "And how the hell are you supposed to prop just one side up? Surely it makes sense to do both at the same time so that it can hold the back up and you don't have to prop it up yourself? Honestly, who wrote these?"

Clara sighed heavily, standing up. "I'll make the tea, shall I?" she asked loudly and pointedly. Danni nodded before she pushed up onto all fours, bringing some of the panels to her.

"Good idea, sweetie," she replied offhandedly. Clara opened the kitchen door to see Danni holding up too panels side my side. "Maybe I could make a vice…" she muttered to herself.

This was going to be a long afternoon.

~0~0~0~

The Doctor hammered on the front door again, only seconds after the first time. He wasn't being impatient, Clara was taking too long to open the door. Had she always been this inhospitable to her guests? He hoped that she was treating his Danielle much better.

He shouldn't have left her there on her own. He had spent the entire time anxious that she was out of his sight, and that he had no idea what she could have been doing. What if they'd left the flat? Then anyone could have grabbed her. And then there was the entire fact that he didn't trust Clara at all around her. She had been the one who's actions – along with his own, admittedly – that had led to Danni being taken in the first place. She'd also admitted to being in love with his wife, however he knew that Danni didn't feel the same way. He was still convinced that she didn't even notice how Clara felt about her. It still didn't make him feel any better, but it did make him feel slightly smugger that Danni loved him enough to not even notice Clara's blatant attempts to get her attention.

Clara eventually opened the door and the Doctor pushed inside without waiting for her to invite him in. "Where's Danielle?" he asked without a greeting.

"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you," Clara replied. He looked at her suspiciously, waiting for her to admit to hurting his wife yet again, but she just waved her arm to direct him to her living room. He walked in, ready for a fight, but instead came to a stop at the sight of his wife.

Clara stopped at his side, feeling a little smug at the fact that he was obviously blindsided. "She's been doing this all afternoon," she told him. "She came to use my computer and decided to build me a house."

For once, he was certain Clara wasn't exaggerating. Dotted around the room were many different pieces of furniture, all in various stages of being built. Danni had a tape measure hanging around her neck as she moved from a half-finished desk to a chair, her hair pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head, her screwdriver in hand. She zapped the chair once with the sonic then gave the top a hard whack. It didn't break, or fall over, and she grinned happily to herself.

She turned around to head back to the desk and caught sight of the Doctor. "Theta!" she cried before carefully making her way through the maze she had created to her husband. "I didn't realise it was that time already. We've been really busy."

"Yeah, 'we'," Clara muttered to herself. Danni hadn't let her near anything. She had been relegated to making tea and fetching her the instructions, only for her to chuck them away from her and say they were wrong. She'd set up the television on the floor and watching daytime property shows to try and get herself some inspiration for her bedroom.

"I can see that," the Doctor replied. He wanted to make some sort of remark about how he hadn't dropped her off to be free labour for Clara, but he couldn't bring himself to. There was a happiness on her face that he really hadn't expected to find from her building furniture. But even the way she had greeted him had been so much more relaxed and less worried about who might have heard her. "I thought you were going to have some of that 'girly' time you keep telling me you and Clara would always have."

"Well, I was, but then she was struggling to put up the furniture," she explained. "And then… well, time got away from me." She motioned at the carnage that she had created in Clara's living room. "I thought I would have more time before you turned up."

"I'm sorry that I'm fantastic at driving," he retorted. "You used to always complain when I was late."

"I complained when you were months late, not minutes," she pointed out. "Plus we both know that I'm the better driver."

Clara blinked in surprise and the Doctor looked positively indignant. "Wait, you can drive the TARDIS?" Clara asked her.

"You are not the better driver," the Doctor countered. "Who's the more experienced Time Lord here?"

"Way to pull the old man card, old man," Danni teased. "I can't leave Clara with a half-made room. Help me fix the desk."

She headed over to the half-made desk and the Doctor followed without declaring that Clara didn't deserve their help. "For some reason it wants me to put the back on last, but how can you line the top up properly first? I don't understand it."

"What have I told you about following the manual?" the Doctor asked. "Give it here."

He snatched the paper sheet out of Danni's hand as Clara watched on. Danni had been absolutely obsessed with building all the furniture, all at once, and not actually doing whatever she wanted to do on the computer. She'd seemed more comfortable when being distracted than she had the entire time Clara had been on the TARDIS after she had returned. She talked easily, telling Clara about all the trouble they had been him, and what they had been up to with Jack. She hadn't wanted to talk about what had happened with Missy, but Clara had actually been rather glad. It was nice to just hang out with her best friend like it was just any other day. Danni could hide her worries in flat pack furniture and Clara could pretend she didn't have any to begin with.

She watched the two work together, both complaining about the manual, the Doctor pulling out those stupid sunglasses of his only for Danni to bat them away. They already were moving so much more in sync. Danni didn't flinch away from his touches and he didn't seem so scared about upsetting her anymore.

She'd made the right choice by leaving. It didn't make it any easier, though.

"It's just a desk!" she called to them. "I thought you wanted to use the computer!"

"Oh, I'll get to that," Danni called over her shoulder. "No, Doctor, that's not right! I don't have any of them screws left!"

"These aren't going to fit," he pointed out, looking around the room. "What about… One of those!" He left her side to head over to the side table that still hadn't been put up. "Here! This one will work."

Danni glanced over and wrinkled her nose in response. "No, it won't," she stated bluntly. "But I do think if we take the drawers from the side table and one from the shelves we could create a much better filing cabinet."

Clara quickly shook her head, storming over. "No! You're building a desk! Stick with the desk!"

~0~0~0~

"I'll bring it back," Danni promised Clara as they headed for the door. The Doctor had drawn the line at trying to build a wardrobe for Clara's bedroom and had insisted they go, but she'd not actually sat down and done what she was supposed to on the computer.

"It's your laptop," Clara reminded. The Doctor had already stepped out of the flat so she knew that suggesting Danni stay a bit longer and complete her task was out of the question. She knew that the Doctor wouldn't stop Danni seeing her friends and family but she also knew that he didn't trust her at all anymore, and she didn't want to overstep that boundary. She needed to prove to him that his wife was safe with her so he wouldn't be concerned. She doubted it would happen, but she could try.

"I know, but I still feel like I'm stealing it," Danni replied. "And I would know, I've done a lot of stealing. I stole this jacket."

This was news to both Clara and the Doctor, who looked at her in surprise. "Really?" Clara asked. Danni shrugged.

"It was a cold planet and no one was using it," she used as a defence. "What was I supposed to do? Missy wouldn't…" She trailed off, realising that she was talking without thinking. Both of them were watching her closely, waiting, almost desperate for the little bit of information she was going to give them. It caused her to freeze up and want to keep it to herself, that familiar concern of any sort of weakness being used against her giving her the overwhelming urge to change the subject and flirt her way out. She'd done that enough times.

But the Doctor and Clara cared for her. And not just because she was of use to them, either. Because they were kind people, who wanted to know the information so they could help her get over the many little insecurities she'd gained over the years. She knew both of them would and had shared with her in the past. She was safe to do so. She just didn't feel it yet.

She looked down, shifting the laptop slightly. "I wasn't allowed coats or jackets or anything inside," she explained quietly. "You know, anything that could keep me warm on an escape."

There was a moment of pause while they both processed the information. "Well, I like the jacket," Clara declared, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "Makes you look like your dad."

Danni grinned. "That's what he said. We're starting to look like a family. I used to look like Amy, but the universe couldn't handle how fantastically gorgeous I was." She gave Clara a smirk. "Too bad it really lucked out this time. I'm a bloody catch these days." She turned to her husband. "Best get going."

They said their goodbyes, without a hug from Danni but a promise to not be strangers, and Clara was left on her own again. She closed the front door slowly and ended up staring at it for the longest time, her mind blank. It was strange, because it almost felt like she had just imagined the entire encounter. One minute they were there, and the next they were gone. In fact, she was sure she'd had this dream before. Was this what a breakup really felt like? She'd never been broken up with, she'd only ever been the one to break up the relationship. The only time she had been left had been with Danny Pink…

She blinked the tears away and walked away from the door, laughing slightly at the bombsite that Danni had left her home in. To be honest, she was surprised at how brilliant Danni had been at building. This body had definitely gained some hands-on skills.

Clara sat down on her sofa, looking around the room. She needed to get to moving on. She couldn't just sit there planning. She needed to get to doing. She still couldn't think of Danny. She still felt the hole in her life that he had left and she wasn't naïve enough to think it would go away, but she had to maintain it, had to learn how to live with it.

She picked up her phone, flicking through the contacts. She held it up to her ear.

"Miss Oswald," Kate Lethbridge-Stewart greeted. "I hope you've got good news for me."

It took a moment for Clara to realise that no one had informed Kate that Danni had been found. Vaguely she wondered how many people they had actually told, and how many people were still looking. "Oh, about that…" She started. "Actually, could we meet up to talk about it? Coffee or something?"

"Must be good news, then," Kate guessed correctly. "I'll let Osgood know. She could use something good."

"Yeah, I'll tell you the details," Clara dismissed. "Also I have a favour to ask. Could you get me a job?"

~0~0~0~

I'm sick of being angry.

I'm just a fucking idiot sometimes. I keep waiting for an apology but I'm never going to get one. I keep trying to sort things out on my own because no one ever comes. He's promised to come when I cry, but I don't know if I trust that. He didn't come for me before.

Danni stared at the words she'd typed out on the screen. She then pressed send and watched as the email disappeared, only to appear a moment later amongst the rest of her unread emails. Each one she had sent herself as a way to rant. She had needed an outlet, and what better than a place no one knew where to look. The only other time she'd had an email address had been when she had been emailing Brian Pond, but she hadn't done that in centuries. She'd logged onto that email before sitting down now to write to herself. Nothing had come of it, but then again Brian was back with the rest of her family in a time when they barely had television, let alone a strong internet signal.

She wasn't sure if it was actually helpful, but while she was trying to be more open with her husband, there was things she really didn't want to tell him. Her anger was one of them. Being distracted by adventures and near-death experiences kept it at bay. It was in the down moments of their life that it bubbled up towards the surface. And it wasn't as if she didn't think she had plenty to be angry about. She'd lost so much time being kept captive by Missy, and that was ignoring all the stuff that had happened to her. She'd had to run around the universe, doing things she'd never dreamed of doing, because she had needed to survive.

Only to find out that her husband had gone to see Davros. Actually had gone to his death without finding her.

It really pissed her off. She understood the feeling of defeat at being separated and unable to do anything about it. She had searched, and searched, and left more than just noise in her wake as she'd searched the universe for her husband. She understood it deeply, but knowing that he'd actually given up on finding her? On her?

She knew it was why she was hiding from him now. She knew it was why she turned and ran from him on the space station above Triton. It was why she had been desperate to see Clara when they got back even though she should have just enjoyed her brain no longer being hacked by sentient sleep dust. He could come for her when she'd already moved herself to somewhere safe, but not when she actually was in danger?

Not that she needed saving.

But she'd always thought he was out there looking for her.

She shook her head, slamming the lid down on the laptop. She was being harsh on him. She knew he had looked for her. It wasn't like she had any reason he'd just sat around and twiddled his thumbs. He'd been kind to her and he'd helped her feel like she was safe again. He'd made her laugh, and smile, and forget what had happened for a little why. Every single reason that she had fallen in love with him was showing through in full force as he tried to help her heal. She didn't need a reason to be angry at him. And yet, there is was.

She stood up and ran a hand through her hair, only to get her fingers stuck in the bun she'd put up earlier and forgotten all about. She swore before ripping it out, fluffing the shape out of her hair. She was a stupid idiot. That definitely had never changed.

She walked over to the door, opened it and headed down the hallway to find her husband, who happened to be coming her way. Both of them paused, surprised at the sight of the other, as if they'd not expected to find the other so soon.

"You alright, sweetie?" she asked him.

"I had an idea," he told her. "I was coming to get you. Come on." He grabbed her hand and started walking away, almost dragging her along if she didn't quickly fall at his side.

"Are we going out already?" she asked, a little confused. "I was coming to get you for dinner. We could get something out, if you like?"

"What?" he asked in reply. "No, why would we go out? This way." There was a slight curve in the hallway before he stopped in front of a door. "This one."

She frowned. "'This one' what? The door?" He nodded but made no move to open it. She waited a moment longer to see if he did anything else. He didn't, so she opened the door. In the room was a selection of tools, from the Earth basics of hammers and traditional screwdrivers, to things that she didn't recognise at all. Her brows furrowed further as she stepped in. "I've seen this before," she commented as she looked around.

"This is where that red head the universe found too fantastically gorgeous to handle tried to cut her arm off," he reminded her. She nodded slowly.

"That was a low moment, I'll admit," she replied. "Come to show me how much more fantastic I've become?"

"I can think of a million better ways of doing that. Only some of them involve us being in an enclosed space together, and quite a few involve you being in a different state of dress," he replied cheekily. "I thought, though, that while you might recognise the room, you've probably not noticed that door before."

She turned her head slightly and saw that, indeed, there was a door hiding just behind the where they were stood. "I had not," she admitted. She glanced at him quickly to confirm he wanted her to open it, then she did.

Inside was a much larger room than the one they had been in. There were work stations dotted around, each in complete disarray. There was a large amount of different size boxes stacked around and a lot more tools.

"This is the workshop," he told her. "Well, one of them anyway. She misplaced them occasionally." The lights flickered as the TARDIS took offence from his words. "This one is my favourite, though. I thought that you might get some use out of it."

It did look rather intriguing, she had to admit. In the same way Clara's pile of unmade furniture caught her attention, there was so many things around the room that she wanted to play with first. She would call him messy if the fact that everything was out on display just made her want to run around and pick everything up.

Something particular caught her attention on one of the worktops. She quickly made her way to it, looking over the device with a frown. Unlike Clara's furniture, this was obviously something electrical. There were wires hanging out, some of them already attached to what she guessed was a power source.

"What is this?" she asked, picking up without asking. She turned it over in her hands but saw nothing she was familiar with.

"Oh, that's ancient," he said, slightly amused. "I was trying to build a case for your manipulator. I thought if I could contain the activations then it might just continuously loop back on itself and you'd stay put." He took it off her. "It was a foolish idea. The energy alone would have blown you to bits."

"Would have got it off?" she offered as consolation.

"Yeah, and I would have been left with a dead wife and an arm with a manipulator attached jumping through my timeline instead. Neither seem like an upgrade, do they?"

"True. I have to be enjoyed in all my glory," she agreed. "What's with all the boxes?"

"I'm not sure," he admitted. He walked over to one, pulling it away from the wall so he could look inside. "Ah."

"Ah?"

"It's furniture," he replied. "I think she wants to help you feel better as well."

"Well, that's cause she's adorable." She walked over to his side, looking in the box. From the parts she could see it appeared to be a chest of drawers. "I don't know why I liked building the furniture so much," she told him. "But I did. I really enjoyed it. I liked seeing it come together."

That didn't surprise him. She'd always been the same, really. It was the reason she liked to see their companions more often than he did, and why she was the one who always took them back to see them. She liked to see things and people grow and progress. It came out in her love of people watching, where she was spin ridiculous yarns around the fake lives of the people she saw. This time around, though, it was coming out in putting things together. In the same way he was loving playing the guitar because it had a beginning, a middle and an end he could control and he knew was coming. Even the saddest of songs were expected when you were playing them. For a woman who's life had been out of her own control for the entirety of her current regeneration, it was easy to see that having control over building the furniture was going to pull her in.

But it was that brilliant mind of hers that was pulling her in this time. She liked to learn, she liked to know how things work, and with a regeneration who'd seemingly spent so much time embracing that it made perfect sense that she loved to see how things were put together. And it made even more sense that she'd started trying to make new things out of the parts, putting things together that might not have gone just to try it. Her brain was incredible and she had always been one to try and learn as much as she could.

"I want to look at that thing again," she said, as if he had a choice. She grabbed his hand, dragging him like she used to when she'd seen something exciting. "I need to know how to take it apart. Show me what you were doing."

And he was happy to oblige.

~0~0~0~

Sorry that this is late. I can't tell you the trouble I had with it, and that I was still having with it before I decided to just give up and post. I hope that it makes sense. At least a little, anyway :)

Reviews -

AGBreads - Thanks sweetie :)

bored411 - Just a little glimpse at Clara and Danni here. We'll see more of Clara later on in the series, though XD

whitedwarf - Thanks sweetie. As for the question, the Doctor was alright leaving her kinda for that reason. He doesn't trust Clara but he wants to give Danni the freedom to see the people she cares about without him being all suspicious and distrustful.

serenitysaiyan - Well, I cut the ending off, which opens up the episode's ending again and basically is awful XD I really don't like the episode, but it felt like a good one to have a bit of Jack in.

Midnight Alley - Thanks sweetie. I think well, but it's only the start of their new relationship with their old companion. We'll see more of her.

Michael Thomas1 - Hope this was okay, then :)