Jenny's POV

"Oh my god!" I clutched my aching side, "Tell me you didn't actually say that to him!"

Clara and I were sitting at a table that had suddenly appeared as soon as she had asked. The small brunette gave the ship a big smile, turned to me and said that she supposed the ship liked her today. Right now, we were well into our sixth pot of tea, and she was laughing just as hard as I was, "I did! I was there and I still can't believe it myself!"

I was still laughing, but I managed to pour myself another cup with shaking hands, "Snog box, though? Seriously?" When Clara just kept laughing, I shook my head, "That's amazing! My fearsome father, smarted off by a human, saying that his ship was a snog box? Oh dear lord, that's brilliant! I wish I could have seen his face."

"Well…." Clara drawled, "It looked something like this," she said, doing her best impression of Dad's surprised look.

"Ah yes, this is nice and lovely and everything," The Doctor said, entering the kitchen at long last.

"Ah! Hello! We were just talking about you," Clara exclaimed, raising her teacup in welcome.

"Yes, I am well aware of that, I was watching you two chit chat from the control room," he explained.

My gaze was travelling between the pair of them, noticing the little details going on between them- the prolonged eye contact, the way they just looked at each other, and the way they had subconsciously shifted their bodies to be closer to the other.

"It's rude to spy," Clara huffed, but she didn't seem mad. When it was just us, I could read her just fine, and I thought I was getting a sense of who she was, but now that my Dad was brought into the equation, she seemed almost like a completely different person than she had been a minute ago.

"Yes, well, I always have to look out for you, Ms. Oswald, don't I?" He stepped closer, his posture… defiant?

Clara scoffed, "What, in your own ship? With your daughter here? And I can look after myself, thank you very much." She turned to me, "last body, he was just English, and I looked after him, suddenly, he regenerated and turns Scottish and he thinks he's in charge of me. It's ridiculous." She took a sip of her tea, quirking an eyebrow at the Scot in the corner of her eye. She put the teacup on the table. "Your tea is warming on the stove, since I know you were about to ask."

He humphed, "Was not."

"Yeah you were, you daft old man," she spun around in her seat, resting her head in her hands, giving him a 'look.'

I suddenly felt like I was intruding in on a private moment, and I was about to stand up to leave them to this moment when the Doctor suddenly brought me into the picture, suddenly and abruptly.

"So where do you want to go next Jenny? It's been a while." He raised his eyebrows, his expression looking hopeful.

"Oh, I've no idea, honestly. It's been… a wild past couple of years. I hadn't really had any time to enjoy anywhere I've been." I replied.

The hopeful expression was gone in a flash, replaced by regret and sorrow. He looked away from both of us, not saying a word.

Clara, seemingly unable to stand the awkwardness, interjected, "How about that new cloud planet in the Apple sector of the Samsung galaxy? You were saying that the sunrise is one of the prettiest in the Galaxy, according to a poll that'll take place in about three hundred years."

The Doctor, still not looking at us, asked, "How does that sound? Planet of clouds?"

"It does, but wouldn't we just fall through?" I looked at Clara.

She shook her head excitedly. "Nope. You get around on hoverboards and ziplines."

"But what are the ziplines attached to?" I queried.

Clara shrugged, "Beats me."

"Nothing," The Doctor said, finally looking in our direction. "It's the future, girls. Ziplines don't need to be attached to anything, thanks to a certain engineer born in about two hundred years." In answer to my questioning look, he said, "Time machine, remember? Now, go get dressed appropriately, which means no skirts for God's sake, Clara. And dress warmly. Please go show Jenny the ropes and such."

Clara obediently hopped up, and was trying to clear away the teacups when the Doctor interjected, "I'll clean this up. Run along now."

She gave him a look, "you never clean up, Doctor. What, are you trying to be a good example now?" She teased.

"Well, it's not like you would know now, is it?" He replied in a brisk tone. "Run along."

Clara and I left the room together, and I automatically fell into step with her. Once I was sure we were out of earshot from my dad, I asked her to slow down her pace. "What's going on between you and my dad?" I finally asked, looking her in the eye.

A/N- So, as it turns out, I'm not dead. I'm really sorry for making you guys wait for almost a year for the next chapter to this story. I've been meaning to write for this, I swear, but I've just had this HUGE writer's block for this story, and my Musketeers story, so if you are waiting for an update on that story it may still be a while. I can't promise a quick update for this one either. This is un beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. Thanks for reading!

Oh, and a shoutout to my section leader for telling me to update.