Just letting you know, I have decided on Jack/Jenny over Luke/Jenny, partly because I've found I ship Luke/Maria. So I'm setting up a Luke/Jenny (and Sky) friendship in the this chapter.

Thanks to my reviewers, Seddieshortbus, Avelonemyst MarryMatthesen and CoolCat15, and of course my beta, Lara, for making me feel better about my writing ability. I hope this isn't a let-down. My stories always tend to go downhill from the start ...

Chapter Three

Jenny couldn't sleep. She was not surprised; she'd slept through the previous three nights, and she was now in an unfamiliar environment. She lay on the sofa, under a fluffy throw Gwen had dug out and given to her, watching the sky get lighter through a gap in the curtains. She pulled the picture of her father Clyde had given her from under the cushion she was leaning her head on. She had written the number on the back, not trusting herself to hang on to the little scrap of paper she had been given by Martha.

She sat up suddenly, hearing soft footsteps. The light was switched on, low, so as not to disturb anyone.

"Hello?" she asked softly.

Luke appeared, wearing what she supposed were his pyjamas - a t-shirt a pair of boxers.

"Sorry," he said quickly. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's all right, you didn't. I don't sleep much, remember?" she moved her legs slightly, allowing him to sit on the end of the sofa. He did so, sighing slightly.

"What's up?"

"Nightmares."

"Oh," she said. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's ok. I get them every so often. Memories, you know. There has to be a drawback to remembering everything I see. This is it."

She sat up, watching him carefully. "And it's got nothing to do with your Mum dying?"

"No," he said.

She shot him a skeptical look.

"Yes ... I don't know. I've always had nightmares, but Mum is in them a lot more now."

"You miss her."

"Of course. All the time. If it hadn't been for her, who knows where I'd be now. Where Sky would be now. But I know she wouldn't want me to ... dwell on it or anything. I've got Sky, and Clyde and Rani and Maria."

"Rani mentioned her," she murmured. "Who is she?"

"My friend. She used to help me and Mum and Clyde with the aliens before we met Rani. She moved and then Rani moved into her old house."

"She sounds nice," Jenny paused, considering him. "Is she just a friend?"

"Yeah, why would you -?"

"I spent a year living on a planet called Adria, with a family of Aplans. They're lovely people; got two heads. Their neighbours were humans. I liked to watch them. I didn't get too close - it was a human who killed me - well, tried to, since I'm not actually dead. But I was dead. It's all very confusing. Anyway, it was the first time I'd met humans in a while, but I know all about them now. I know what they do; how they're the same as me and different from me. You can't be much different, no matter how you were born. And you look like you're in love."

"Maybe you're right."

"Of course I'm right. I'm going to make some tea. Do you want some?"

"Yeah, ok."

She stood up, taking her blanket with her, as it was a cocoon of warmth. She switched on the light, hoping she wouldn't wake anyone, boiling the kettle and finding the mugs easily enough.

"Won't you miss it?"

She turned to look at Luke, who was standing in the doorway. "Miss what?"

"The travelling."

"I don't think so. I did have a long pit stop on Adria. At least there's still aliens here."

"Plenty of those."

"Where does Gwen keep her teabags?"

"Top shelf, that cupboard there," said Luke helpfully, pointing.

"How do you remember all this?" she asked, finding the box of teabags exactly where he had indicated.

"Photographic memory, I think it's called. I remember everything I see, like I said. Part of who I am. I never get sick either."

"Neither do I. Well, I haven't yet, anyway. I think I'm going to get freaked out very quickly by this memory of yours."

He shrugged. "You'll get used to it."

"I suppose. Do you take sugar?"

"No."

"How much milk?"

"Just a splash."

She poured out the tea and handed him his mug. The two of them returned to the living room, Jenny switching off the light as she went. They sat on the couch, drinking the tea in the semi-darkness. Jenny sacrificed some of her blanket for Luke, and they told each other of the adventures they'd had; the aliens they'd defeated; the people they'd met and helped.

"This is nice," said Jenny.

"What? The midnight feast? Without the food?"

"No, just talking. I like you, I hope we can be friends."

He offered a hand. "Friends?"

"Friends," she echoed with a smile, shaking his hand.

They sat together in silence until Sky appeared in the doorway, in a dressing gown that was slightly too big for her.

"Hey, Sky," said Jenny, patting the sofa beside her. Sky sat between the two of them. As she crossed the room, the light flickered and grew brighter.

"Sorry," she said quickly.

"It's ok."

"That was you?" Jenny asked curiously.

"Yeah, sorry," she repeated.

"She used to be a bomb," Luke explained.

"How the hell did Sarah-Jane find you?"

"I was left on her doorstep as a baby," replied Sky brightly.

"Aren't you lot normal."

"You can talk. Counted your hearts lately?"

"Hit him for me, will you Sky?"

She thumped her brother's shoulder half-heartedly. He blanched, clutching his shoulder and pretending he was in great pain. Sky giggled.

"What are you lot doing up?" a sleepy Welsh voice demanded, as Gwen appeared in the doorway.

"I don't sleep much, Luke has nightmares and I don't know about Sky," said Jenny chirpily. "Good morning."

"You are the strangest lodgers ever. Speaking of which, I'd better get some bit of your wages."

"I thought we were meant to use them to get a flat."

"You can do that with -" Gwen trailed off, sighing as the sound of a crying child rang through the air. "Great. Everyone's up."

She disappeared down the hall again.

"I should probably make her coffee or something ..." said Jenny.

"Why?"

"Well, it seems like we woke her up."

"It was probably my fault," Sky stood up. "I'll make it."

She was in the kitchen before either of them could do anything. The light came on by itself.

Jenny shook her head. "She's impossible."

"You got that right. But she means well."

"Yeah, I know."

The week passed in a blur. Jenny bonded with Luke and Sky, and even got talking to Rhys, finding that he was not so bad. The three of them vowed to keep it down in the future (both the noise and the lights). Because of the his nightmares, it seemed, Luke delayed going to bed as much as he could, preferring to sit with Jenny and talk in hushed tones. Despite her protests, he had made a deal with her; whenever she was tired, she would take the bed, whenever she wasn't, he would sit with her until he had decided he could not put off going to bed himself any longer. Sky, who, it turned out, wreaked havoc with the electricity when she couldn't sleep, and had to get up, sometimes joined them, and when both Luke and Jenny were tired, volunteered to take the sofa.

On Sunday night, none of the three of them could sleep. They sat in a triangle on the living room floor, lit by a candle rather than the light, since Sky did not trust herself, under a sort of tent of blankets, which Sky had made. The played truth or dare where everything had to be truth, since they could not make too much noise. Both Jenny and Sky were fascinated by such a game, since they had never heard of it before, but they soon grew bored.

"Have you got any other games?" Jenny asked quietly, after they'd had her recall the eventful day of her 'birth' and 'death'.

"Not really," Luke murmured in response. "We should probably try and get to sleep anyway."

As if to prove his point, Sky gave a large yawn, and Jenny's phone (an old one Gwen had given her to try and call her father on) buzzed in her pocket.

"Sky," she chided quietly, pulling it out and switching it back on.

"Sorry," the young girl muttered quickly, yawning again, this time stifled behind her hand, and ducking out from under their sort-of-tent.

Jenny stood up, taking the blankets with her, and made herself her usual bed on the sofa. Luke and Sky bade a quiet, sleepy goodnight and headed off down the hall, careful that their footsteps were cat-like.

Jenny settled herself into her makeshift bed, staring at the starry sky through the gap in the curtains. She wondered where her father was now, and why he wasn't answering his phone. She checked her own yet again.

All Logs

Missed Calls (0)

Received Calls (2)

Dialled Calls (5)

Sighing, she shoved the phone under her cushion and feel asleep.

The next thing she knew, there was a sudden brightness, and a cheery voice called, "Big day!"

Jenny stared groggily up at Gwen, who was smiling at her, evidently having just opened the curtains. "I made coffee. Come on, get up."

"Morning," Sky murmured sleepily, slouching through to the kitchen with a yawn. Looking through, Jenny saw Rhys eating toast, Luke reviving over a cup of coffee, and Anwen squishing a banana into nothingness in her high chair. She sat up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and reaching for her phone.

One Missed Call

Show?

Her hearts leapt.

From Martha

She sighed heavily, but smiled nevertheless, ringing her voicemail.

"Hi," came Martha's cheery, slightly hesitant, voice. "Sorry for calling so early, but since you didn't pick up, I probably didn't wake you up anyway. I just wanted to wish you luck for your first day. I know how Torchwood can be, but with your travelling you should be ok. Tell me how you got on, won't you? Chat you later."

She stood up, crossing over to the kitchen and sitting down, accepting a mug of coffee and taking a slice of toast from the large stack in the middle of the table.

"Let me guess," said Gwen, surveying Luke, Jenny and Sky amusedly over her coffee. "You lot were so excited that you couldn't sleep last night."

"Pretty much, yeah," said Jenny. "Can you pass the sugar?"

Rhys pushed the sugar bowl over to her, and she stirred two teaspoons into her coffee.

"We probably won't go anywhere ..." said Gwen thoughtfully. "My first day wasn't too hectic, if I compare it to the rest of it ... you'll be all right."

There was silence after Gwen's slightly confusing speech, and, after they'd finished their breakfast, Jenny went off to get changed. Gwen had leant her clothes for now, and had promised to let her use her wages to buy herself new clothes before she put the rest of it in a jam jar with a clumsy label reading, 'flat'.

They piled into Gwen's car, since they were running too late to walk, Luke sitting in the front, Jenny and Sky in the back.

"Ready?" he asked, looking back at the two girls.

"Ready," Jenny echoed.

"Ready," Sky chimed in.

"Let's go, then."

Ok. I have absolutely no idea what to say. Thanks for reading :)