Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who, the Duplicate Doctor, Donna, Rose, Jackie. Anyway, thanks for reading and following and for the reviews. Oh, caution, I referred back to myself again and a story I wrote called "Really Turn Left" which was, yeah, the best title I could come up with. So, if you haven't read it you can guess Turn Left went differently in my ficverse. Please enjoy and please let me know what you think.

Donna walked into the master bedroom and stirred John awake. She loved when he was asleep, he seemed so relaxed and she liked to see him relaxed. He deserved it after everything he'd been through.

"Morning," he said.

"Morning," she smiled and gave him a kiss. "You should get up. First day as the boss, you don't want to be late. Besides, I've got a surprise for you."

"What? Better than last night's surprise?," he asked with a cheeky smile.

"Maybe not," said Donna. "But it is very good. Get dressed, you."

John went downstairs to the sitting room and saw that there was a new picture on the mantel. It had before been one of Donna and the twins that he was rather fond of. It had been replaced by a large silver framed wedding photo. He and Donna in the center of the portrait, he held Ella in his left arm and Josh was actually smiling in front as Donna held him against her.

It finally hit him: he had a family, an actual family again. Okay, the kids weren't his, but he knew he couldn't love them more if they had been, and a wife. Wife and kids.

He realized Donna was standing next to him.

"Brilliant surprise," he said.

"It is great. It's the first portrait I've gotten of Josh in two years where he hasn't got his tongue sticking out." She paused, taking a sip of her coffee. "But no, that's not your surprise."

"What?"

She took an Hermes scarf out of her jacket pocket. "Turn around then."

"This is starting to head in the direction of last night's surprise," said John.

"What surprise last night?," asked Josh.

John saw the children were joining them, already in their school uniforms.

"Never you mind," said Donna. She gave John a small push and he turned around as Donna tied the scarf over his eyes. She looked at Josh and Ella. "You two take John's hands and lets show him his surprise."

Josh and Ella grinned as they took a hand and led the blind-folded John to the garage.

"What are we doing again?," he asked.

"It's a surprise!," said Ella.

"Ready?," he heard Donna ask.

"Ready for what?"

Donna removed the blindfold and John looked to see a blue Mercedes saloon sitting in the garage.

"I got the color right, didn't I?," asked Donna.

"You bought me a car," said John in disbelief.

"You needed a car."

"I was fine on public transport."

"John," said Josh, "you have to ride in this car. It goes really fast."

"When did you ride in it?," asked John.

"We might have taken a slight detour on the way back from their appointment last week," said Donna.

He shook his head. "It's too much, Donna."

She rolled her eyes. "You know, it's my money, I think I'll decide what's too much, thank you. Do you even know how much money I have? I'm not going to miss this, believe me. You, skinny boy, just need to shut up and take a look at it." Donna opened the driver's door.

John walked over and looked inside. The interior was a soft gray leather and he sat down. Donna sat in the front passenger seat and leaned over.

"How does it feel?," whispered Donna, running her hand up his thigh.

"Good."

She pulled back as the kids bounded in the backseat, eager to join in the new car excitement.

"There's a telly in the back!," offered Josh.

"We've got headsets!," said Ella.

"Now, I know it's not a sports car," said Donna. "It's got some sort of fancy engine, though, cost me extra and it goes like the wind."

"It's wonderful. Thank you."

"I picked the rims!," added Josh.

"That's true. I did let him choose the rims," said Donna.

"Excellent choice, Josh." He looked at Donna. "Thank you. You didn't have to."

"But I wanted to." She smiled. "You can thank me by picking me up in it and taking me to dinner."

"John, will you take us to school?," asked Ella.

"Yes, I have time," he said, casting a glance at his watch.

"Run and get your bags," said Donna. They scrambled out of the car. "And Josh make sure you've got your karate kit!"

Donna looked back at John. "There's a box in the boot for your office. Nothing too fancy, just a coffee mug, picture of your gorgeous wife in case some secretary gets an idea."

"The secretary is called Mabel and she's sixty."

"Even better," said Donna. "Pick me up at six?"

Amy Pond sat in front of Canary Wharf waiting for the Doctor- no, John, to show up. It had been quite a few days for her, moving, finding a friend to stay with in London and doing a bit of shopping. She had no idea what the Torchwood dress code was or if there was one, but had gone to H&M and bought her best approximation of what an adult would wear to a new job. A black skirt, red top and black boots. She looked up just as John Smith headed towards her carrying a box.

"Sorry, I had to get a space in the car park. Never had a space in the car park!," John said cheerfully. "Did I keep you waiting?"

"No," Amy lied.

"Good. Let's get you sorted," said John.

He led her into the Torchwood lobby, past the Cybus Incident memorial and to the lift. From there, it was to floor thirteen and the Extraterrestrial Department. Gwen and Adeola were waiting, faces bright as usual.

"Hello, boss," said Gwen.

"How was the honeymoon?," asked Adeola.

"Good. Good." He motioned with the box. "Everyone, this is Amy Pond, she's going to be working with us. She's a former companion of the Doctor."

"Not the mad kind?," asked Gwen.

"The mad kind?," asked Amy.

"Oh, do you not know about Rose Tyler?"

John rolled his eyes. "Is it necessary to tell everyone who comes in the building about Rose Tyler? Even the news agent across the road knows."

Gwen carefully considered her answer. "Yes."

"Come on, John," said Adeola. "I'll help you with your office and Gwen can find Amy a desk."

It had not been a brilliant few weeks for Jackie Tyler.

No, not at all.

The start had been the night of the Smith-Noble wedding. To tell the truth, she had really been looking forward to it. After all, she had come up with the idea of setting the two up and was rather pleased with the result. Then Rose had shown up while she was getting ready and she had thought the girl might do something, but had ignored the instinct in favor of getting on with her day. Then the wedding had been great until that exchange with Harriet Jones. Pete sacked John? Why sack John? He was the only one at Torchwood with a bloody clue! Then the coup de grace of the evening: Rose hiding in the newlyweds bathroom while they did what newlyweds do.

She might have gotten through that. After all, nothing in the house was missing, it was just really weird. The prosecutor recommended a psychiatric evaluation and Jackie had been really, truly relieved to hear it. Then the evaluation actually happened and Rose attacked the psychiatrist.

"Why did you do that, sweetheart?," Jackie asked, sitting across from Rose as she wore the pajamas and dressing gown issued by the mental hospital.

"She said I was delusional."

Jackie bit her tongue. "And why did she say that?"

"She said I'm never getting back to the Doctor."

"Rose, I was with you the last time you saw him, remember? Didn't you notice anything different about him?"

"No."

"He was staring at Donna, couldn't keep his eyes off her. You know what John told you. He'd fallen in love-"

"No, he couldn't have. He loves me, I don't know what Donna did to him, maybe some sort of poison or sex pollen-"

"Sex pollen?," exclaimed Jackie. "What sorts of places were you going?"

Rose didn't answer. Jackie sighed.

"I read the reports from your father's hearings." She paused. "You saw Donna in that other universe? The one with the Time Bug?"

"Beetle," Rose snapped.

"Whatever. It says she lived through years there, had her baby."

"What? I'm supposed to keep track of her baby now?"

"When did you know it was the Doctor's?"

Rose shook her head. "I didn't know that."

"Don't give me that, I am your mother, I can spot you lying miles away. When?"

Rose sighed. "I thought her eyes were similar, doesn't matter, though. I couldn't have done anything differently, she still had to go back and die."

"You sent the Doctor's wife to her death and that doesn't strike you as odd?"

"What are you trying to say, Mum? That I wanted her dead? Oh, yeah, that's me, I wanted to kill Donna Noble! It was the only way to save the multiverse. You're so thick, Mum."

"Okay, I've had about enough. Let me explain something to you I should have made clear long ago. When you love someone, it's not always about what you want. When you found out about the Doctor and Donna, you should have been happy he found someone. That he hadn't been alone all this time."

"I never wanted him to be alone! He should have been with me! He's going to be with me!"

"Rose, he didn't pick you. If you can get over that, maybe you can salvage the rest of your life and I don't see what any of this has to do with breaking in to their house or dating her ex-husband!"

"You wouldn't understand."

Jackie had about enough. "That's right. I never understand." Jackie got up.

"Where are you going?," asked Rose.

"Home. Until you decide you're ready to deal with your life!"

Jackie walked out, apologetic as she almost ran into a woman with an eye patch.

Not a great few weeks at all.

John thought perhaps he didn't enjoy public speaking as much as the Doctor as he found every pair of eyes in the department trained on him.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, Torchwood." He swallowed. "You need to understand that I intend to do things differently from here on out. Our mission as it's outlined is to defend the Earth, but we are going to start thinking differently about how we do that. We're not here to use aliens, not here to shoot at everything we see, not to plunder for technology."

"Then how do we defend ourselves?," asked Jack.

"I've seen the other side of violence and trust me, you don't want to be a part of it." He unintentionally looked at Amy. "We can do better, we've got to do better because humanity depends on us. First things first, the Harriet Jones incident."

"We're reopening the case?," asked Adeola.

"We never should have closed the case. We need to follow every thread back to its source and find out who was behind it because whoever it was is still out there and we don't have a clue who they are." He looked at Gwen. "You can bring Amy up to speed on it while you're telling her the rest of the Rose story."

Gwen smiled. "Will do, boss."

Donna waited in the front of her building feeling a little bit like a teenaged girl while the security guard stared at her. She relaxed finally when the blue Mercedes pulled up to the building, tires squealing as it came to a halt.

"You've certainly gotten this in hand," said Donna.

"Yeah, I found the paperwork for it. Did you know you bought a racing package?"

"What? Not sure you can handle it?"

"I'm used to going much faster, Donna," said John as he pushed down on the gas.

"Good day?," asked Donna.

"Brilliant day. I'm reorganizing the whole department. Bernard's not so much as asking what I'm up to. Completely different from when Pete was in charge." He looked at Donna, noticing her dress, a clingy black lace number allowing for an extremely good amount of cleavage. "You changed clothes."

"I wanted to look nice for our date."

"You look better than nice."

"So, where are we going?"

John sighed. "I knew I'd forgotten something."