I don't know if the SUV would still be there since they were on the run in CoE and they weren't even in Wales for most of Miracle Day (or CoE for that matter). Let's just pretend Jack still has it.

Thanks to my lone commenter, SeddieShortBus, and Lara, my beta

Chapter Two

"So, where are we going?" Jenny asked, as they climbed into a large black SUV.

"13 Bannerman Road," Jack said. "Luke and Sky Smith; they've just lost their mother. I thought I'd try to help them, since there's no sign of your Dad. I said they could stay up here for a bit."

"Did she travel with him?" Jenny queried, putting on her seatbelt.

"Sarah-Jane? Yeah."

"It'd be nice to have a mother," Jenny murmured, as the engine started.

"You don't have one?" Jack frowned over at her.

She shook her head. "I was created by a machine, using my Dad's DNA. I'm three."

"Three, huh? Well, I don't know how old I am; I've lost track. I'm immortal," he added in, at her confused look.

"Seems everyone who's associated with the Doctor is," she struggled for the word. "… odd."

He laughed. "Oh, thanks!"

"I didn't mean –" she started to say quickly.

"I know," he cut across her. "You meant it in a nice way. But I guess you're right. Is this your first time on Earth?"

"Yeah."

"Well, welcome to the planet. And you have got a mother, by the way."

"Huh?" she glanced over at him, surprised.

"Well, a step-mother. River. I met her a few years back. Didn't believe her when she said she was the Doctor's wife."

"It's nice that Dad's not on his own."

"Yeah, it is," Jack murmured.

Jenny noticed how subdued he seemed, along with the sheer size of the vehicle they were sitting in, and his earlier comment.

"What did you mean, you'd put enough people in danger? Who else was there?"

"About half a dozen of us," he replied vaguely, changing gears. He elaborated after a prompting look from Jenny. "Suzie Costello, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper and …" he trailed off.

"And?" Jenny asked.

He swallowed. "… Ianto Jones."

"I'm sorry," Jenny murmured quickly. "Was he special?"

He sighed. "Yeah. Can we just … not talk about it?"

"Yes, of course, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. It was mine. I should've gotten him out of there," he sighed heavily. "Nothing I can do about it now."

They reached Bannerman Road, and clambered out of the car. Jack rang the doorbell. A young man, about Jenny's height, with brown hair, answered it.

"Hi, Jack," he said, with a smile that was obviously forced. "Thanks for this."

"No problem. Are you ready?"

"I am. Sky's still packing a few things."

"Right," said Jack. "I'll go upstairs and talk to Mr Smith. You two can … become acquainted."

And he disappeared up the stairs.

"Hi, I'm Jenny," she said, offering a hand.

"Luke," he shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Jenny."

"I'm sorry about your Mum," she said, as they went into the kitchen.

"It's not your fault; could've happened to anyone."

"Yeah," she agreed, sitting down. "I didn't know your Mum; I wish I'd met her. My Dad did, though."

Luke raised his eyebrows in an 'oh?' sort of way. "Who is your Dad?"

"The Doctor."

This surprised him. "I didn't know he had kids. Wait, you're –"

"– an alien, yes."

"Hmm. So am I. Well, I think I am. I'm not a normal human anyway."

The door eased open and a head of light-brown hair popped in. "There's a man upstairs talking to Mr Smith. He says his name is Jack. Is that who's going to take us to a different country?"

"It's just Cardiff, not really a different country," said Luke, as the girl, who looked no older than twelve, and very much like Luke, stepped into the room. "Technically a different country, but it's just Wales, it's still part of Britain. This is Jenny. She's the Doctor's daughter. Remember Mum talking about him?"

Sky's eyes lit up. "Oh! I didn't know he had a daughter. Hi Jenny, I'm Sky."

"My sister," Luke added.

"Yeah, I thought so," Jenny nodded. "You look very alike."

Luke laughed. "We're actually not related. We were both adopted."

"Oh. That's surprising."

"Where is your Dad?" Sky asked.

"I don't know. I'm trying to find him."

"Why are you with Jack?" Luke asked curiously. "Are you working for Torchwood or something?"

"As of Monday, yes."

"What's Torchwood?" Sky questioned, looking between the two of them.

"They fight aliens."

"Or help them, depending on the alien," Jenny added in at Sky's panicked look.

"So, you won't hurt me?"

"I wouldn't dream of it. I'm an alien too."

"Really? I'm flesh-kind. What are you?"

"Time Lord … or Lady," she said. "I've got two hearts."

"I just have one. Over here," she pointed to the right side of her chest.

"I could join Torchwood."

"Excuse me?"

"It'd be something to do while I'm in Cardiff," said Luke.

"If you want, I suppose," said Jenny slowly. "It's down to Jack, really."

The doorbell rang. Sky went off to answer the door, returning several minutes later with two people who looked around Luke's age; a young black man and a young woman with slightly lighter skin.

"Hi. We came to send you off," the young woman said. "Maria couldn't come, she said she'd call you tonight. It is today you're going isn't it? Because otherwise the car outside … oh, hello," she said, noticing Jenny.

"This is Jenny, the Doctor's Daughter. Jenny, meet Clani."

She sighed as she and her friend sat down. "I told you to stop calling us that."

"But you're together now."

"So?"

"It makes more sense."

"No, it doesn't," she rolled her eyes. Turning to Jenny, she offered a hand, which Jenny shook. "Rani Chandra. And these, unfortunately, are my best friend and my boyfriend."

"Clyde Langer."

"Hi," Jenny shook his hand.

"Are you really the Doctor's daughter?" Rani asked.

Jenny nodded.

"I never knew he had a daughter. He never mentioned it to me."

"Or me," Clyde chimed in.

"I wasn't there the last time you met him ..."

"Well, he thinks I'm dead, maybe it hurts to talk about me. And who would even say, 'Did I mention, I've got a daughter who's dead?'?"

"Fair point," Luke nodded.

"We could have met him before Jenny was born, though," said Rani. "He has the TARDIS, he can travel through time."

"He changed his face though, we could tell by that!" Clyde suggested. "Jenny, what did he look like when you met him?"

"Well –"

"No, hang on," he said, rummaging through a rucksack he'd brought with him, and emerging with three sketchbooks. He flipped through them. Evidently finding what he was looking for, he pushed two sketchbooks towards her, one of them open on a drawing of her father (with great likeness; Clyde was a good artist), the other on a drawing of a man she didn't recognise. "Which did he look like?"

"This one," she answered, pushing the sketchbook back towards Clyde. "He looks like that. Who's that?"

"The same man. The Doctor. He can change his face."

"So … he's regenerated?"

"Looks that way," said Luke. "Mum said he was travelling with a married couple, Amy and Rory Pond. You could look them up."

"Yeah, good idea ..."

"Are you two ready to go?"

"Yeah," said Sky, leaving the kitchen and reappearing with a duffel bag.

"I was thinking, we could go to Martha's. She lives just a bit away with her husband, Mickey …"

"That sounds like a good idea."

"Take care of yourselves, ok?" Rani asked, as she, and then Clyde, hugged Luke and Sky. "And come back soon. Cardiff seems a long way off."

"We'll be back before you know it," Sky promised.

"You can keep this," Clyde ripped out the picture of her father as, it seemed, he was now, handing it to Jenny. "It'll help you if you do find him. Good luck with that, by the way."

"Thanks," smiled Jenny, folding up the drawing and slipping it into her pocket.

"All right, let's go."

"We'll lock up," said Rani, as they left, Luke picking up a bag that was lying by the front door.

"Bye!"

The door slammed shut.

The drive to where Martha and Mickey lived was a short one, and, soon, the SUV pulled up outside number seven of a street of terraced houses.

"Go on."

Doubtful, Jenny released herself from her seatbelt and jumped from the vehicle, walking up to the door and ringing the doorbell.

The door was opened by Martha, who, in Jenny's eyes, had not changed a bit.

"Hell—" she faltered, realising who it was, and her "… o" trailed into nothingness. She stared at Jenny, before firmly closing her eyes and opening them again.

"Yes, it really is me, and I'm not dead," said Jenny with a small smile. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure … but – how?"

"I don't know," she said truthfully. "I woke up after you were gone. No wound."

"Hmm," Martha murmured, walking down the hall to the living room. "I suppose you're here for the number."

"Yeah, Jack told me you'd have it."

"Jack. Of course he's involved," her eyes narrowed. "Did he flirt with you?"

"No."

"Oh, that's strange. Would you like some tea?"

"No thanks," Jenny shook her head. "I just had some."

"Ok," they sat down. "So, what happened to you?"

"I was travelling," she smiled. "Like my Dad. I loved it, but I couldn't find him anywhere."

"Well, I'll try to call him, but I can't promise anything. He hasn't picked up lately …"

She pulled out a mobile phone, flipped it open and pressed it to her ear.

"… No answer," Martha sighed. "Doctor, it's Martha. Again. Get back to Earth now. Your daughter's still alive. She's looking for you." She closed her phone, pocketing it. "I'll give you the number. Give me a sec …"

She rose from her chair, searching for a pen and a piece of paper. There was a knock on the door, before it opened, revealing Luke.

"Just wondering if you were all right. Jack wants to go soon."

"Yeah, Martha's just writing down a number for me."

"Ok," said Luke, closing the door out again.

"Here," said Martha, re-entering the room with a piece of torn paper with a number scrawled in red pen.

"Ok, thanks Martha," she said, standing up and taking the number from her. "I've got to go now. Tell Mickey I said hi and I'd like to meet him some time. See you soon, ok? Bye."

She left the house, climbing back into the passenger side of the SUV.

"No answer?" Jack asked. Jenny shook her head. "Did she give you the number?"

"Yeah, I'll try it again when I get back," she said, putting on her seatbelt and looking over her shoulder at the other two. "Where are you two going to stay?"

Luke shrugged. "A hotel, I guess."

"Great idea. Inviting them up when you don't even have anywhere to stay."

"Gwen'll put you up if you ask nicely when Rhys isn't around."

"Has she got the room to put the three of us up?" Jenny asked.

"I don't know. One of you might have to take the sofa."

"I'll do it," said Luke and Jenny at the time, turning to look at each other.

"No, I'll do it," Jenny said. "I don't sleep much. Time Lord."

"Shouldn't that be 'Lady'?" Jack asked. "It doesn't really sound right."

"All right. I don't sleep much. Time Lady."

"Are you sure? I don't mind?"

Jenny rolled her eyes. "You don't have to be a gentleman, you've lost your mother."

"Yeah, thanks for the reminder," he said, but he didn't seem too upset. On the contrary, on the way back to Cardiff, Jack put on the radio and they all sang along to it, laughing.

"My god, we're terrible!" Jenny exclaimed through her laughter. "We'd be the worst band ever!"

"I have no intention of starting a band," Jack chuckled. "Here we are. Good luck. Monday morning," he pointed between Luke and Jenny, evidently Luke had talked to him about joining Torchwood. "Cheer up, Sky."

The girl nodded, clutching her duffel bag tightly as she followed Luke out of the car.

Jenny rang the doorbell, and it was Gwen who answered the door.

"Jenny. Good, you're back … who's this?"

"I'm Luke Smith, this is my sister, Sky."

"They're Sarah-Jane's kids!" Jack chimed in from the SUV. "They've got nowhere else to go! Luke's joining Torchwood!"

"All right, you can stay. As long as you promise to pull your wages together to get a flat or something …"

"All right."

"Come in, then. I'm making dinner."

They followed her down the hall and into the living room. "We've got two beds to spare, one of you is gonna have to take the couch for now …"

"Right," said Jenny. "I'll take the couch."

"Ok," said Sky, plopping down on the couch with her duffel bag. Luke and Jenny sat on either side of her. "What am I going to do?"

"I guess you could come with us … it'd be safe in the hub …"

"Well, if the pterodactyl's dead, it will be," said Gwen.

"What's a pterodactyl?"

"They look like those flying dinosaurs," said Jenny. "They appear when a fixed point in time is broken, to balance the universe. You've got one?"

"Used to I think," replied Gwen. "How do you know about them?"

"I went to Darillium – it's a lovely planet. There's these singing towers and all sorts live there. A time agent altered a fixed point in time. I tried to protect the people from the pterodactyls while she sorted it out."

"Sounds fun."

"It wasn't really."

"Ok," Gwen tossed the remote to Luke, who caught it deftly. "Watch some TV. I'll make dinner."

"Is that your daughter?" Sky asked curiously, gesturing to the kitchen, where Anwen was sitting in a high chair.

"Yes," said Gwen, going into the kitchen. "Her name's Anwen."

Jenny, who was interested in what television on Earth would look like, took the remote from Luke and flipped through the channels, watching bits of everything.

"Dinner's ready!" Gwen yelled after a time, adding, "I hope I made enough," in a lower voice, as Jenny, Luke and Sky sat at the table.

"What's going on?" Rhys asked, walking in on the scene.

"This is my husband, Rhys," said Gwen. "Rhys, this is Luke and Sky Smith. They've lost their mother, Sarah-Jane. She used to travel with this Doctor of Jack's. Remember I told you about him …"

"He's my Dad," Jenny added helpfully.

Rhys merely shook his head, sitting at the table.

"So, Luke, Sky. You're from London?"

"Ealing," said Luke. "But I've been studying at Oxford. Out for the summer, now, obviously …"

He fiddled with a whistle tied around his neck.

"What's that?" Jenny questioned.

"A dog whistle. The Doctor gave Mum a robot dog, K9. He's at home at the moment. I'm wondering if I should send him a message."

"How would he hear you?"

"The TARDIS made him," Luke shrugged, as if that explained it.

"So, you think my Dad looks different?"

"He can travel through time. It could be any version of him. But when Mum, Clyde and Rani met him last he looked different, yeah."

"He's changed a lot," murmured Jenny, pulling out and unfolding the drawing Clyde had given her. She wondered if her father's personality had at all changed with his regeneration. She wondered what he'd think of her now.

I'd like to think that Jenny narrowly missed meeting the Doctor and River. And I wanted to make Sky that bit different, since she is an alien.