Info: Part of an Origin Story for Jenny in the Forming Family Universe that'll never get written.

"Hey Mum," Rose greeted her mother over the phone.

"Rose! What's happened?! It's been two months an' you're just now phonin' us?"

"Well, uh, something came up," Rose chuckled tiredly, "can you, can you phone UNIT an' have Sullivan meet us at the manor? Got a patient Martha wants him ta look over. Fact, have him bring the papers fer registering someone as livin'."

"Rose?"

"We'll explain when we get there."

What happened next was almost a blur.

There had been a second or two of silence then Jackie had slapped the Doctor, who of course cried out, shrieking at him; seeing this attack on her father, Jenny, still working past her soldier brainwashing, had attempted to stand from her wheelchair to help him only for her weakened legs to give out and send her to the floor with a groan.

On her way down, she had attempted catch herself on her chair, but that only caused it to fall onto her. Hurting her even more.

Donna had, on instinct, struck Jackie in turn, beginning to bawl her out as the Doctor, Rose, Martha and Sullivan rushed to help Jenny.

It took Pete whistling sharply to restore peace.

"Let 'em explain Jacks!" he ordered before looking to his daughter and, apparently, his granddaughter.

The Doctor was holding Jenny as the actual medical professionals checked her over and Rose righted the chair.

The young woman being fussed over was protesting the concern, saying she only had a few bumps to show for her fall, though nobody listened.

She was pale, an unhealthy pale, with dark circles under her eyes. There were plasters on the backs of her hands, revealing that she had been hooked to IVs or given blood samples recently. Her hair was shorn short, possibly for easy care during convalescence, but blonde.

Being held by the obviously healthy Time Lord just made her seem frailer.

She was finally cleared and the Doctor forewent her chair to place her in a recliner, for her to have her feet up.

Everyone then migrated around her, with Donna blocking Jackie with a menacing glare.

"I didn't have her," Rose explained quietly, hand on Jenny's shoulder, "an' we didn't plan on her 'course; we landed in another warzone, they forced the Doctor's hand inta a thing an' she popped out fully grown."

"The humans were trying to clone me," the Doctor said, "that's how they survived, by cloning whole batches of soldiers to fight in their stupid war, expendable cannon fodder, already brainwashed into war. They thought I was human so they tried cloning me." His lips quirked, "They didn't get a pure sample though, and besides my DNA confused the machine."

"Jenny's ninety-nine point nine percent his," Rose continued, "only point one mine. She used ta be 95/5, but she died an' barely started a regeneration. Bad Wolf had ta muck 'bout with her DNA ta help her finish but even then it was touch an' go fer awhile. Why's she still so weak, human an' Time Lord DNA don't mix well."

Amber eyes met Jackie's, "an' I swear on…on the TARDIS herself Mum, if ya don't apologize ta the Doctor an' accept Jenny, we'll pack up an' you'll never see any of us again."

"Oh, sweetheart—"

"Don't…just don't Mum, you compared him ta Jimmy Stone. That's not just crossin' the line, that's gleefully tapdancin' over it."

Jackie had a stunned expression, never having expected such an ultimatum.

She cleared her throat, and said meekly "'m sorry, Doctor; should've known better than ta think you'd pull somethin' like that. An' 'course we'll accept Jenny."

Rose nodded curtly, before looking at her watch and saying, "Doctor, mind gettin' Jenny her afternoon smoothie?"

He looked between the two Tyler women, almost as if trying to decide whether he should leave them alone, but Donna gave him the stink-eye and scowled at him.

He gulped, nodded, and headed back into the TARDIS.

"Jenny's not quite on solid food yet," Martha explained to Jackie, "near as we can figure that machine didn't see the need to program her system to accept food."

"Most of the soldiers were dead before they needed nourishment," Jenny spoke up carefully, "and those that did lived off nutrition tablets. Few made it past a few hours anyway so it wasn't needed." She shrugged, "Don't know why it didn't take with me, the programming I mean."

"Because your parents are the two most stubborn beings in the multiverse?" Donna snorted, "Probably encoded in your DNA to be trouble."

"Probably," Martha agreed cheerfully, "from what I've heard your dad is the biggest rebel there is and it's hard to actually fully brainwash or possess your mother."

"The Doctor's always been stubborn as a mule," Sullivan put in, "ornery as one too."

"Ooh, she should meet Sarah Jane, and Jack," Donna cackled, ignoring the mortified Rose who looked about ready to hide.

"I think they want Jack to be her godfather." Martha mused, "Can't get much better than an immortal. Sir Lethebridge-Stewart will be back up. The Master will be absolutely last ditch."

"Any ideas on godmother, Rose?"

"Probably Sarah Jane," she admitted, "then Barbara, then Martha, then Grace." She gave a little smile, "They've the most experience with Time Lords, that we can get ahold of easy; but that's only if Bad Wolf doesn't decide ta use my body afta I die. Sarah Jane's already raised a non-human kid so she's our best bet."

"I'm on the list?" Martha questioned, surprised and a bit touched.

"Mmm-hmmm," Rose hummed in confirmation, before reassuring her, "If ya don't want ta be we'll nix it; besides, not likely that both Sarah Jane an' Barbara'd be unable. We know it's a lot ta ask, but it's not like you'll be changin' nappies an' stuff like that."

"No, no, I'd be happy to do it. You guys need to write out some wills though, trust me; I've seen far too many families squabble over grandma's money." Martha looked over at Donna, "You mind taking my place if I can't do it?"

Donna shook her head, "Don't mind at all, Mum will pitch a fit but I'll do it."

While the three Companions were talking, Pete sidled to Jenny's free side, knelt down, gained her attention, and said, "Hello, darling, I'm Pete, your grandfather."

She looked at him, eyes narrowing and her head tilting to the side, "Yes, you are, but you're not—"

"Sorry Dad," Rose jumped in, "We think Bad Wolf left a bit of somethin' in her, she can tell things about people an' hasn't learnt when ta filter it all automatically."

"Sorry," Jenny repeated, flushing in embarrassment, "didn't mean to—"

But Pete smiled softly, "S'it's alright, I don't mind. Everyone has their gifts. Just want you to know that you'll always have a room here."

At that moment the Doctor reappeared, holding a serving tray that only held one, tall, glass cup and a twisty straw encased in plastic. Whatever was in said cup was a pale yellow and thick, thick enough that it hardly moved as he did.

"Banana with a hint of strawberry flavored," he announced, bowing playfully.

Jenny made a face of displeasure but took the cup and straw.

With one hand, she opened the straw and stabbed it into her meal before beginning to drink.

"Tonight we can try some strained fruit," Martha said, earning a smile.