A/N: This originally was only a one shot, but I was asked what happened next; and I just love to answer questions.

Part 2

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Half Ten came to and found several concerned faces peering down at him. The nearest one was Jenny, of course, but an oldish woman was using an expert hand to his wrist in order to find his pulse rate.

He turned his head in order to see her more clearly and realised that her dyed blonde head was very familiar. Almost too familiar. "Mum?" he rasped out.

She snorted towards Jenny and sat down next to her. "He must have given his head a god almighty whack as he went down. He seems to think I'm his mother!" she stated with some surprise to Jenny. "It's a good job I saw him waver and go down as I walked passed this place. Are you okay, dear? It certainly gave you a fright."

'Never mind her, what about me?!' he wanted to shout at the top of his lungs. Only he didn't because his head felt woozy and all thingummy. Very scientific, that.

"It did," Jenny readily agreed. "I've never seen this happen before. Dad's been acting strange all day, since I met him earlier."

He wanted to groan, 'Don't remind me!' Lust can do strange things to a man. Misdirected lust even more so.

"In what way strange?" the woman asked Jenny apprehensively. She then noticed the duplicate Doctor still peering at her intensely from his lowly position, not making any attempt to move.

"Am I allowed to sit on a proper seat now?" he wondered. It was all very well sitting on the floor, but he'd had enough of it now; and the way the woman behaved made him wonder if he needed to seek permission first.

"We'd better help him get up now." She decided, and then gesticulated at two lads.

Two of the bystanders, having been ordered to do so, started to lift up on his shoulders, forcing him to sit up. They guided him onto the bench opposite the two women. After that everyone else drifted away, leaving just the three of them to deal with whatever had happened to him.

With an anxious glance, Half Ten rubbed his neck in self comfort as reality slowly made a comeback. It didn't help that his head was throbbing. The earlier misunderstanding with Jenny long gone from his memory, uppermost in his mind was the woman and how much of a mystery she was to him. Why had he thought he knew her? Something was swimming in the background of his mind, something that he couldn't help feeling was really important if he could only grab a decent mental hold on it.

It was at that point that she looked him square in the face. There was a strangled cry as she instantly paled. She obviously recognised him, and choked a little bit. "You look dreadful," she commented. "I didn't realise it was you."

Who did she think he was if he wasn't him? He got the feeling that she wouldn't have rushed into the restaurant to help him if she had realised. And that thought worried him; that worried him a lot. What had he ever done to her?

"Do you know him?" Jenny immediately asked. "How come?"

"Well, it's obvious, isn't it?" the woman blustered. "This is the Doctor." She then considered the young woman by her side. "Did you say he is your dad?"

"Yes," Jenny answered brightly, glad to have found someone who knew him. "We got separated soon after I was born, but I finally found him this morning."

Half Ten was deep in thought. The woman couldn't be, could she…?

The woman answered Jenny with a disbelieving, "Really?" Oh my! This was a turn up for the books! She could hardly believe what she was hearing. "Donna never mentioned you…"

He only just managed to stay in his seat as he interrupted her. "Of course! That's it!" Half Ten practically yelled out as the connection formed properly in his mind. "You're Sylvia Noble. Phew! I am so glad that's been sorted out." He then grinned manically at her. As far as he was concerned that was it, done and dusted.

"What the…?" Sylvia was flummoxed by his behaviour. This wasn't like him at all. Normally he was an arrogant, obnoxious and dangerous man, alien, or whatever he was; and not this gibbering baboon that was seated in front of her. "I can see why you are so worried," she remarked to Jenny.

"Do you know who she is, Dad?" Jenny asked Half Ten.

Well, d'uh! "Of course I do," he replied confidently. "Jenny, this is Sylvia Noble; your grandmother… well, sort of."

"I'm what?!" Sylvia spluttered out.

Simultaneously, Jenny automatically said, "Hello."

People can be so slow to get the message, he found. Without thinking, he picked up his tea and sipped it, frowning deeply when the taste and temperature hit his palate. "Ew! That is disgusting!" he cried out before noticing two pairs of cold blue eyes were glaring at him in question. "Oh right. Questions; I assume you both have lots of questions."

"Grandmother?" Sylvia asked tightly at exactly the same time Jenny did.

"Whoa! That is spooky!" he remarked, deeply impressed by their synchronicity. "Have you two been practising?" He then held up his hand and gazed in wonder at it. "Obviously Donna's DNA was involved during the whole poke, prod and pluck routine."

"The what?" Sylvia looked very confused.

"I was born from a machine," Jenny stated, having decided that he wasn't quite capable of supplying a decent answer. "On a planet called Messaline. I was force grown when a DNA sample was taken from my father's hand; and he is suggesting that Donna's DNA was somehow involved too, which would make her properly my mother, although she gained that title in my mind later."

"And that would make me your grandmother, since Donna is my daughter," Sylvia supplied after thinking it through, and then smiled proudly at the girl. "My granddaughter. Who would have thought? How lovely to meet you! You can call me 'Gran'."

Up until that point he had wanted to give them a slow handclap, but Half Ten watched in astonishment as Sylvia Noble opened her arms wide and Jenny threw herself into them to gain a hug. Well I never! He gave a feeble cough. "Injured man over here," he whined as pathetically as he could.

"Give over, you tart!" Sylvia admonished him, and Jenny giggled. She kept a hold of Jenny's hand, and eagerly said to her, "We have so much to do! I have to tell all my friends and family about you, plan a little 'welcome to the family' do…"

There was a murmured, "I never got a 'welcome to the family' do!"

Sylvia ignored his petulant outburst, and carried on. "We have to buy you a special nice new dress, and then Donna can… Oh!"

He had sat waiting for her to join the dots up, and his chance to sarkily ask, "What are you going to do about Donna?"

"Is there something wrong with her?" Jenny anxiously wondered.

Sylvia patted her hand. "Yes, dear. Donna can't see you. She can't see either of you thanks to your father." She then threw a glare at him.

"It's got nothing to do with me!" he protested. "I never caused whatever happened to her! I only felt it halfway across the known universes and beyond." He sat back with his arms folded and a pout on his lips.

"What do you mean it wasn't you?!" Sylvia squawked indignantly. "If it wasn't you, who the hell was it? Father Christmas?"

"Now don't drag Jeff into this. He is as innocent as I am," he complained. "And for your information, all is not lost."

"How is it not lost?" Sylvia demanded to know.

"Erm…" He fervently swept his gaze about the restaurant in search of an answer when Jenny apparently didn't have one. "Try asking me again later. It was on the tip of my brain, but it's gone now."

"Fat lot of good you are in this current state," Sylvia grumbled.

"You must have some idea what we can do, Dad," Jenny implored him.

He thought about it some more, and then brightly declared, "I know! Let's ask Donna!" He had no idea what the answering groans were for; he had thought it was an excellent idea.