I have made progress! Huzzah!

Ok, first off I would like to apologise profusely. I had writer's block for months and then Lara was too busy, so this is un-beta-ed. If anyone finds any mistakes, I'd love some constructive criticism!

Secondly, after a re-watch of The Doctor's Daughter, I realised that Jenny's birthday is the 24th of July, not the 26th, which I had written. Also, I had her land in June, where I had meant for it to be just after she turned three. Both of those have now been fixed.

Lastly, a shout out to my lovely reviewers, emilycrry9, Jessicaoo1997, fan-de-carlisle-cullen and LunaScript. You all made my day! Thanks also to Lara (theraggedyblog - tumblr) for putting up with me.

Chapter Seven

It had started to rain by the time that Jenny decided she was not going to wait patiently. She stood, draping her jacket over the back of the chair so as to prevent the table from being stolen, and ordered a hot chocolate.

"Cream and marshmallows?"

"Huh?" Jenny looked back from the chalkboard she had been studying, ponytail whipping around.

"Would you like cream and marshmallows? With your hot chocolate?" the young woman - Lisa, so her nametag said - asked, smiling slightly.

"Yes please," she replied, smiling back. She drummed her fingers against the counter this time.

"Short attention span?" Lisa asked conversationally.

"This is only my second time in London. Everything's so interesting."

The young woman chuckled. "I don't know about that, now. Are you meeting someone here?"

She frowned. "How did you know?"

"People often are. Who are you meeting?"

"Some friends," she said, deciding it was best not to elaborate. "Thank you," she added, as her hot chocolate was set in front of her. She picked up the paper napkin, frowning at it. "What's this?"

"The Wi-Fi password," Lisa replied. "Free Wi-Fi for all customers."

"Why not just write it somewhere it can be seen?"

"That's a little girl's job, writing the password onto napkins. She's the bosses' niece. That's two pounds, by the way."

Jenny handed over the change and returned to her table, contemplating whether or not to open her laptop. She settled for stirring her hot chocolate until the marshmallows dissolved.

Just as she was taking a sip, she saw a familiar head of red hair outside the cafe. Amy was standing there, under an umbrella, most likely waiting for Rory. Sure enough, he appeared not long after, and, after greeting each other with a brief kiss, they entered together, Rory shaking droplets of water out of his hair.

"Hey," Amy smiled, sitting at the table while Rory went to order for them. "Sorry about that; had to wait for Rory to get off work. There was a boy who got his foot caught in a toilet, if you can believe that."

Jenny snorted, taking a drink of her hot chocolate.

"So how are you? How's Torchwood?"

"Good," she replied, fingers drumming absently as she smiled at her ... whatever she was. Step grandmother? "I've settled in. Luke's going back to Oxford, so I don't know how that's going to change things. Maybe Jack will hire someone else ... anyway, how are you two? What job have you got now?"

"Model," Amy replied. "I can't settle - I don't know why."

"You should try UNIT if you want alien involvement."

"No thank you ..."

"You got me a muffin?" Jenny frowned, as Rory set one in front of her.

"Yep," he smiled. "Gesture of kindness or whatever. I hope you like blueberry."

"I do. Thank you."

"No problem."

"Oh look, there they are!" Jenny exclaimed after a minute, as the dark-skinned couple entered the cafe. They made their way over to the table, smiling as introductions were made.

"Amy and Rory, meet Martha and Mickey. And vice versa."

"So, he's regenerated?" asked Mickey conversationally, as he sat down and Martha went to order.

"Yes," Jenny answered. "You met him two regenerations ago, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Mickey grinned. "He had huge ears."

"He has a funny chin now," said Amy, stealing a piece of Jenny's muffin.

"Hey!"

"Sorry," she held up her hands in surrender.

Martha returned with two cups of coffee and a scone, and they talked about the things they had in common; visiting different planets and time periods. Jenny picked at her muffin with interest.

"I went to New York and New New York," said Martha with a laugh. "Beat that."

"We've only been to Utah," said Amy. "I should ask if we could go; it'd be fun. But, knowing the TARDIS, we'd probably end up in Finland or something ..."

"Probably."

They laughed.

How's Gwen these days?" asked Martha, taking a sip of coffee.

"She's good," Jenny nodded. "She has a daughter, Anwen. She's one now."

"I didn't know ..." Martha murmured, sounding guilty at the fact. "What about Jack? Is he behaving?"

"Yes, actually," Jenny shrugged, surprised at the fact, from what she'd heard. "Gwen's keeping him in check, I think."

"Sounds about right. I'm definitely coming to visit. Tell Jack to watch out."

Jenny smiled. "I will."

"How did you two meet the Doctor?" asked Rory curiously.

"I was training to be a doctor –"

"When, all of a sudden, the hospital was transported to the moon," Mickey cut in dramatically. Martha hit him on the arm.

"Ow!" he protested. "What was that for?"

"It's my story; wait your turn."

Jenny tried to hide her smile at the bickering couple. She could see how the Doctor had liked them. All four of them.

"Then I met a quite unusual patient called John Smith," Martha continued. "Who had two hearts."

"I wonder who that could have been," said Amy, grinning.

"Then, it started to rain, upside-down, and we ended up on the moon. I met the Doctor, properly. We saved everyone; went back to Earth, the usual. I went with him. It was only supposed to be one trip, but it ended up being a lot more than that. I left the TARDIS. But we met again. Twice. Once, when the Sontarans were planning an attack. We went to Messaline straight after that," she nodded towards Jenny. "And again when the Earth was taken by Daleks. I met Mickey then."

"Yup," he smiled, setting down his coffee cup. "My story isn't as great, so don't get your hopes up. The Doctor was more interested in Rose than me. I was just Mickey the idiot. She first met him when the dummies in the shop where she worked came to life. She travelled with him. I went with them, after a while. I ended up on a parallel world. After the Daleks, I came back here. Joined UNIT. Got married."

Amy smiled at the tales. "Well, if you don't mind me butting in, I first met the Doctor when I was a little girl. He crashed in my back garden, wreaked havoc in my house and left again, saying he'd be back in five minutes."

"Let me guess," said Mickey. "He wasn't."

"Nope."

"Twelve years," said Rory, sounding like a long-suffering war veteran. "You have no idea. But, we had a link to him with us, we just didn't know."

"What link?" frowned Martha.

"My best friend, Mels, turned out to be my daughter, who hadn't been born yet," said Amy.

"Seriously?"

"It gets worse," said Rory. "She's part Time Lord."

"Regenerated twice," Amy nodded.

"And she's married to the Doctor."

"My son-in-law is my childhood imaginary friend, who's God knows how many hundred years older than me."

"You win."

"How did it go in London?" asked Sky, handing Jenny a mug of coffee and sitting on the sofa next to her.

"Good," Jenny replied, taking a sip of the drink and calling her thanks to Gwen, who had made it in the first place, as soon as Jenny had walked through the door. "They get along. I can see why my dad liked them all."

"Luke's leaving on Sunday," Sky murmured absently, almost to herself. Jenny bit back a sigh.

"It'll be okay," she encouraged, nudging the younger girl's shoulder with her own, carefully, so as not to spill any coffee. "You've still got me, huh? Or are you implying that you don't like me as much?"

She gained a giggle for her trouble, which was something, at least. "Where is Luke?"

"He went for a walk," Gwen answered helpfully from the kitchen, where she was doing the dishes. "Took Anwen with him, so I'm not complaining."

"You know," said Jenny. "As fascinating as a blank TV screen is, what do you say we put something on?"

"That might be a good idea," Sky smiled. "There's a DVD I saw, can we watch that?"

"Sure, what's it called?" asked Jenny, getting up to switch on the television, leaving her mug safely on the floor.

"Stardust."

She flipped through the pile of DVDs stored under the television, locating the one which Sky was referring to and popping it into the DVD player.

"Looks interesting," she remarked, curling up on the sofa again with her coffee, passing Sky the remote.

"That's why I wanted to watch it."

They sat in silence, focusing on the screen, until Sky broke the silence.

"You're very like Yvaine, you know."

"Am I?" asked Jenny, surprised.

"Yeah."

"Thanks, I guess," she smiled, watching the rest of the movie, and trying not to admit that something about Sky's statement warmed her insides. Was it perhaps that the woman from a foreign land had found a home on Earth? In a castle, no less. Or was it that, if she were to be compared to Yvaine, there was a Tristan out there somewhere, searching for her?

I don't even know about the end. Foreshadowing? Anyway, I think that it's a sort of tradition for the girls to watch and read everything to do with Earth. Stupid reality shows. Daytime TV. The works. They've got a lot to catch up on.