Part One:

Her alarm went off, signaling that she needed to get up. With a groan she hit the off button, sitting up blearily and cursing that tiny bit of human in her. She required far more sleep than a full Time Lord, yet far less than a full human. Still, she kept a busy schedule so her brain wouldn't turn to mush from disuse.

With a quick shower, she dressed for the day and was putting up her hair when Luis walked into her flat. Luis Mattiborough was a cat-person and her best friend. He carried two cups of coffee with him, nose and whiskers and tail twitching as he moved. He was a tabby cat, with yellowish green eyes and large ears.

"For my lovely Enigma," he purred. Jenny rolled her eyes, taking a cup. Although they were the best of friends she knew he had only begun it because she was the ultimate ball of yarn. A puzzle inside a riddle all bound up in a form of a young woman with an attitude born of being born of war.

Though her father would claim it was all her mother and her mother would claim that it all came from her father's previous incarnation.

Drinking deeply of the bitter ambrosia of the gods, she threaded her free arm through the sleeve of the worn leather jacket she favored before switching hands and threading the other through.

"Why do you wear that thing?" Luis asked, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

"Reminds me of what my Dad lived through," she replied, shrugging on her book bag, "how he survived and my Mum survived…If they can do what they've done, I have no excuse not to live my life to the fullest." She grabbed the keys to her flat, powered down her electronics, and followed him into the hallway, locking her door behind herself.

"So what's on our schedule today Catman?" she asked as they headed out.

"Well, Miss Mitterzine is practically euphoric…She finally received permission to cover the Gallifreyians, apparently they—Anna?" he looked at her; she had stopped, frozen in horror. Her coffee cup had hit the carpet.

"Gallifreyians, did you just say Gallifreyians?" she breathed out hoarsely.

"Yes, apparently they're a really advanced race that is nearly extinct. Only one is left…."

"There's more than one," she muttered, looking up at him, "Luis, I need to tell you something, but we need to get back to my flat."

"I'm sure it can wait, we'll be late for—"

"No, now. If you're really my friend you'll follow me…" she was commanding now.

Luis stared at her, she stared back at him. Neither moved before, "Alright, if it's really that important to you." He relented, surprised when she turned on her heel and took off running toward her flat.

He fell forward and loped after her; he barely made it before the door shut behind Anna. "What's your problem?!" he demanded, huffing for his breath.

But Anna was going around her flat, securing everything and muttering in a musical language. She was pale, paler than he had ever seen her before. He breathed deeply and recognized the smell of terror hanging in the air.

"Anna, Anna!" he grabbed her, holding her firmly and staring at her, "What is going on?"

"I'm not Anna…"

"What? What are you going on about? You're Anna Lee…."

"No, Luis, listen to me," with surprising strength she push him into a chair, "I'm not Anna Lee, that's just an alias I'm using here…My real name is...You can't tell anyone this but my name is Jenny Smith and I am The Doctor's daughter…"