Part Four:

She was growing nervous, looking anxiously at the clock even though she knew the time innately. Twenty minutes to the hour and Luis had yet to reappear.

She half-doubted that he would return, terrified as he was of her family, but as they had not yet consummated their accidental marriage, not that they ever would mind, she could not forcibly pull him back here. Not that she would ever do that to anyone.

Oh, this was a nightmare and a half. Accidentally married to her best friend, no such thing as divorce, her family coming and him nowhere to be found. If he wasn't when they arrived he was dead and she wouldn't be able to protect him… She groaned, reaching for the whiskey she favored and preparing to let herself gain a buzz.

Her mother often said that she took after her father's ninth body. Uncle Jack, Uncle Mickey, and Grams often agreed. Her father was tight-lipped about that incarnation, merely saying that he was in a dark place at that point.

From what she knew the comparison was apt; part of her wished she could meet Nine, as her mother called him, part of her was horrified at the similarities. She was not a soldier, not a weapon or a killer. She was…she was the Doctor's daughter; she sighed, glaring at the bottle she drank from. That meant she was the daughter of all of him, not just the current form. She corked the bottle, ejecting the alcohol from her system completely. She popped a breath mint, killing the alcohol scent on her breath.

Her door banged open, five to the hour, and Luis appeared. He had primped and preened and was wearing his formal clothes. An ironed white dress shirt, a slate grey suit-jacket, slate grey trousers that went only to his ankles as he, like all cats, stood and walked on his toes. His feet, in light of such, were bare.

She could see he had trimmed all of his claws down slightly, though they were still deadly sharp. He had put blunting caps over his incisors too.

He was still fighting with his tie, a navy color, as he panted, "I'm here, I'm here."

Automatically, she slapped his hands away and began tying his tie for him, saying softly, "Had me worried here, thinking you wouldn't be back…" satisfied with the state of his tie she fixed his collars and buttoned up his jacket.

"I'm not that scared." He replied just as a wheezing, whooping sound came out of nowhere, "Is that?"

She nodded, smiling shyly, "The TARDIS coming in for a landing."

The ancient blue being began to fade into view, a light lighting her way. Soon, she stood, proud and welcoming as a beacon of hope and change.

Luis did not have even a moment to collect himself before Jenny dragged him inside…

"My gods! It's—!"

"Bigger on the inside yeah," Jenny nodded, soaking in the feeling of being home. She had a soft smile and was at peace.

Luis watched her in awe, only tearing his gaze away when he feel something new…It was like someone was hugging his brain. Welcoming warmth flooded him, wrapping him in a bundle of invisible safety and love.

Jenny laughed at the look on his face, telling him through giggles, "Tha's jus't' TARDIS sayin' hullo. She likes ya."

"She might be the only one," an American accent sounded.

"Uncle Jack!" Jenny squealed happily, leaping into the arms of a young man. He was gorgeous and yet everyone meeting him could tell he was dangerous.

But he smiled and welcomed Jenny warmly, holding her with the utmost of care and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, "Hey baby girl. How're ya?"

"Glad ta be home," she replied, pulling back from him, "How's Da' and Mum takin' this?"

"Well," Jack sighed, "the only thing saving him from the airlock's the pain it'd cause you."

"Tha's not good." Jenny muttered, "Look, stay 'ere wit' 'im, name's Luis, and I'll work on Da' an' Mum." She gave her uncle a stern look, "No roughin' 'im up while 'm gone either!"

"Scout's honor," Jack vowed, "now go on, your dad's gotten into Nine's alcohol stash…"

"Oh dear." She raced off into the ship.

Jack leveled his glare at the boy in front of him, walking down the steps into the console room completely with heavy, measured steps.

Luis stood tall and proud, staring straight back at the man, refusing to be intimidated. Even though he was. This guy, Jack was it, had the stare of an ancient military commander who had seen centuries of battle.

"You will treat my niece right," Jack rumbled finally, "or else."

"Or else what?" Luis asked, probably a bit stupidly. Quick as possible Jack held him to the ground, a forearm pressed into his throat and an old fashioned Earthian gun cocked to his temple.

"You be good to her or I will torture you for the rest of your very short life." Jack hissed, "Tell me now if you can't, I'll end this before it goes any further. One bullet and this all goes away."

Luis was enraged, enraged enough to push Jack off him and pin him down as he grabbed the gun.

"How dare you?!" Luis howled, "I'd never hurt Jenny, not my Jenny!"

"Your Jenny," Jack sneered, as they began to wrestle for the gun, "'She belongs to no one! She's not something, someone you can own!"

"She's mine!" Luis asserted, "My friend, my love, my wife! And I am hers! Her friend, her companion, her husband for as long as she wants me!"

"She didn't want you!" Jack laughed, "You stupid boy, it was all an accident! She was afraid, afraid of you!"

The gun was between them, the trigger was pulled. The bullet lodged in Jack's gut. The man had a wide eyed, stunned look before it became resigned. He staggered back; collapsing on the ground, muttering, "Not again…" he undid his shirt and pulled a pair of tweezers from his pocket.

Luis stood, horrified by what he had done. The gun was held limply in his hand.

Jack began to dig into his own guts, finally pulling out the wayward bullet. He then closed his eyes, exhaling a haggard breath, and died.

"Jack!" dozens of voices rang out, as dozens of people came upon the scene. In the lead was a young man in a smart suit. He in fact went to his knees, mindless of the blood and other liquids, next to Jack, moaning in grief as he pulled the body down, laying it flat with the head in his lap. Next came a black woman, who began looking at the damage done.

"What the hell did you do?!" A voice radiating power and time thundered at Luis. In front of him was a slim man, looking a bit scrawny, with wild hair and a glare that could put his target six feet under in one look.

But then Jenny was between them and was radiating her own power as she stood toe to toe with the man. She was about a foot shorter than he was but she glared up at him, "Da', don'cha dare touch 'im." Reaching behind her she grabbed the old-fashioned gun and without looking she opened the chamber and discarded the bullets. She closed the chamber and dropped the gun between them.

Luis trembled under the furious gaze of the Oncoming Storm, but he didn't deserve Jenny's protection; he had just killed her uncle.

"T'was an accident," Jenny began talking, going into a rambling mode, "Tha's Uncle Jack's gun, ya know tha as well as I dee. An' we both know tha' there's no way tha' he could've gotten it 'way from Uncle Jack. Luis outwittin' an' out-movin' Uncle Jack, puh-lease. Tha's impossible unless Uncle Jack was very very drunk an' 'e wasn't, no ya were t' one gettin' pissed! So don' act all high and mighty…There was no damage done, ya know tha' too. Uncle Jack'll pop right back up in a few minutes an' 'e'll be fine." She inhaled deeply and glowered.

"Jenny," Luis spoke up timidly, "I killed your uncle…"

"So've I, so've we all." Jenny spoke without looking at him. This confused poor Luis even more,

"I've never killed Jack," an older woman spoke.

"Yeah ya've Auntie Sarah," Jenny replied, "Weeeeeeeell, Luke did. 'is cookin' is really tha' bad. Uncle Jack smiled an' ate it an' then came back 'ere an' died."

'Auntie Sarah' frowned. But before she could reply there was a gasp as Jack came back to life.

Luis swayed on his feet again as he watched Jack writhe in agony as his abdominal organs, muscles, tendons, and skin regenerated. The man holding his head tried to hold him steady and was whispering in Welsh.

"What?" Luis wondered, brain completely shutting down now. Some very small part of him that was not going numb was relieved.

"Uncle Jack's immortal," a little boy explained, emerald eyes twinkling, 'Can't die no matter what. Even if he's been blown to bits he'll reform and resurrect automatically. It's like one giant reset button…" the boy smiled, "I'm Harry Potter, Time Lord wizard, you hurt my sister and they'll never find your body. Welcome to the family, the TARDIS has your rooms ready for you."

That did it. Luis Mattiborough fainted.