Part Three:
He gave her a large grin, shutting the books he had been poring over. She had been doing coursework for one of her many classes.
They were tucked away in the very top of the library building, having carted up several dozens of both truly old and brand new books and dataspires on Geology, Ecology, Chemistry, both biological and organic, planetary studies and many other disciplines that had caught the eye of Luis as he worked on…whatever it was.
"Are you going to tell me what you're on about?" Jenny asked calmly.
"We may be able to make new Gallifreyian soil," he grinned, before it dimmed, "Not enough to make a planet but enough to—"
"Grow TARDISes." Jenny breathed, eyes wide, "How?"
"We need a sample of bone from your father and uncle each, to get isotopes from Gallifreyian soil, a person or animal or plant absorbs the chemicals and nutrients of whatever they grow up and live, if we know the chemical make-up of the original soil we can search for a planet with a similar make-up in it's soil… We also need a sample from your father's ship, it was grown in Gallifreyian soil so it will give us more information, and then we can dust the ship and analyze the dust; there is a tiny, tiny chance it may still hold some bit of Gallifreyian soil…" he paused, taking a breath, "if we can find a planet with similar soil there may be a chance that we can grow more of your ships and if—Hmmph!"
Jenny had launched herself across the table at him, knocking him, and his chair, flat on his back and snogged him soundly.
"Brilliant!" she breathed, breaking away from him, realizing that even if her bypass would kick in he still needed to breathe, "Ya're absolu'ely brilliant Luis Mattiborough, absolu'ely a genius, oh!" she began snogging him again.
Luis's eyes were wide, his cat ears standing straight and rigid on top of his head. This, this kissing was a new experience for him…he kind of enjoyed it too. She was obviously very talented in this manner and…his eyes closed and he began kissing back.
Somewhere, in the very small region of his mind currently not dealing with an influx of hormones, klaxons went off loudly and like a banshee or ten…Ten, why did that—Oh holy Dark Mother! He broke from her, jumping up and looking about nervously. He had a target on him now…
"Me parents aren't ganna pop out an' kill ya," she laughed, eyes half-lidded and dark. Again her accent slipped.
"You sure," He looked around again, "Your parents are legends remember, the Oncoming Storm and the Bad Wolf, I'd rather not assume anything about them…Especially if you're their only daughter…"
"Nah, it'd mess wit' me timeline," Jenny laughed happily, "an' if they dee that I'd pop out o' existence…" She stood up, grinning, "C'mon, let's go phone 'em…"
She grabbed his hand and tugged him back to her flat, where they called her family using an old fashion Earth phone.
She laughed into the phone, talking in her musical language and nodding and spinning with the cord wrapping around and…and he had just noticed how beautiful she was. Well, not really. He had always known but…
Holy lords in heaven and hell, he was in love with the Doctor's daughter. He was dead, dead. A dead cat. Curiosity killed him, his parents were right!
Jenny finally hung up, flopping back on her sofa, "Uncle Mickey's gonna pop by…he's human and never been to New Earth so the lines should stay stable…"
Reprieve, he had gotten a reprieve, for now…
The phone rang again and she picked it up with a cheery greeting in her musical language before frowning and holding the phone away from her ear as someone shouted harsh sounds at her.
She paled, staring at him in horror, beginning a fast and rather frantic conversation with the person on the other end.
She pulled away, demanding of him, "Say me name."
He, very confused at this point, did so. But instead of English, instead of saying "Jenny Smith", music poured from his throat and he burned with the intensity of a thousand suns. The knowledge of who she was, exactly who she was down to the very molecule of her being, surged throughout his being, his consciousness, searing into his mind. He wavered on his feet, going to his knees.
She was very pale now, having pinned the receiver between her ear and shoulder, rushing to help him as she replied to the other person in the affirmation. She picked him up with strength he hadn't realized she had and placed him in an armchair.
She shook as she hung up the phone, shook as she went to the kitchen to prepare some tea, shook as she brought the service to him and set in on her coffee table, and shook so badly as she was pouring the tea that it went everywhere except the cups…
He tried to call to her again but it only came out as music and the rush was even more intense than before. She flinched, looking up at him.
"I made a mistake in tellin' ya me name," she spoke, "Apparen'ly it gave ya me Gallifreyian name," he made to interrupt but she went on, "Wor's have power, 'specially names an' 'specially in me da's tongue. A name is given ta a child on t' thirteenth day afta birth. 'is name is for family use only, they'll then be given a public name an' when older they may take on a title…When one tells 'nother not o' their house or line o' their true name the two are considered ta be joined in marriage…I somehow accidentally told ya me true name…"
It dawned on him what she was saying. Again he spoke and this time it was a language he understood, "Married?" Vaguely he noted her natural accent appearing once again.
"'m so sorry Luis!" she spoke contritely, looking at the floor, "There's nothin' we can dee 'bout it either, wit' tha' between us; there's no separatin' us, 'til my final death and yers we'll be joined."
He groaned, leaning forward with his head in his hands, "Your father's is going to skin me alive!"
"Not me Da' ya hafta worry about," she told him honestly, "Grams has a nasty slap…" she stood up, "They'll be 'ere wit'in t' hour."
He yelped, jumping up, "An hour?! What hour?!"
"An Earth hour, sixty minutes," she replied.
He shouted again, speeding out of her flat at his top speed.