"JENNNNY!" Noah called, his voice echoing as their ship, the Jenny 15 (why his friend insisted on naming her ships after herself, he genuinely did not know) fell through the Time Vortex. Jenny had been overjoyed when they had finally found a time-ship capable of traversing the Time Vortex, but then again, any chance of going through the vortex for her meant she was closer to her Time Lord roots.

Vortex manipulators, time ships, time portals, interdimensional rifts…they were all good in Jenny's world.

Except when they went wrong.

"Jenny, what's happening?" Noah shouted.

Jenny's face was livid red as she tried frantically to control their ship. "I don't know," she shouted back, wishing she had learnt more about being a Time Lord instead of having to resort to guesswork or learning on the job like she was. "We're falling through time; I dunno why."

"Well, what do the instruments say?"

"Noah, the instruments aren't saying anything; besides when we passed this way, we were just snatched. I can't stop it," Jenny replied, wondering why all of her ships seemed to fall apart shortly after they'd gotten their hands on them. Sure, many of them lasted longer than others, but the rest of them didn't.

When she had learnt there was a time-ship going spare with Time Vortex travel capability, Jenny had rushed to get her hands on it; she had learnt she had a much greater range for time travel. But her preference stemmed from her being a Time Lord. They'd been travelling across the universe, nipping back and forth from one world to the next, sometimes travelling through a planet's timeline, before they came to this part of the Vortex. When they'd arrived, Jenny had felt physically sick; to her, the Time Vortex appeared ragged, almost like it had been torn apart to ribbons before it was knitted back together again, but whoever had done it had done a terrible job.

Alarms began blaring when the consoles exploded, but Jenny ignored them as she simply bypassed them and routed the controls and displays to the more intact consoles.

"What's going on?" Noah asked.

"I don't know," Jenny hated not knowing anything, finally giving up with a groaning scream of frustration. "I can't get us out. It's like we're being yanked through a black hole."

"Is there nothing we can do?"

"You're asking me? Usually, you're the expert. You know things I don't!"

"Yeah," Noah had to admit he was, but there were dozens of things they didn't.

Suddenly Jenny paled, and Noah noticed it.

"What's wrong?" Noah asked.

"I…I don't know. Noah, I think we're jumping time tracks."

"Time Tracks? I've never heard of those."

"You haven't?" Jenny turned to him in shock. "That's a switch."

Noah sighed, "I don't know everything about the Time Vortex, Jenny," he also didn't want to admit to her that she knew a lot more about the Time Vortex than he did, thanks to being a Time Lord, she would be smug for weeks and weeks, "but what are Time Tracks?"

Jenny sighed. She didn't have time for this.

"Time Tracks are paths through time-related to a time ship or a time traveller. Think of time like a CD, Noah - you know what a CD is after going to 21st century Earth. If you jump a Time Track, you can come face to face with your future, or your own past. Ordinarily, the Time Vortex and time technology keep crossing time tracks from happening, but accidents happen. Crossing a time track is easy, but time travellers do quickly learn how to prevent it from happening. This ship can do it, but the damage to the vortex means we're going through time, to a different part of the timeline," Jenny explained, gathering her knowledge from what she'd picked up and knew by her hearts.

The ship rocked and seemed to explode with light, but the ship steadied.

"What was that?" Noah asked.

Jenny rubbed her head. She felt odd, and she looked through the windows at the vortex. It looked ragged, ill, diseased. It made her feel sick, especially when she saw the wounds in the fabric of time.

"I think….we've arrived," she whispered.

"Arrived?" Noah hadn't seen her state yet, he was too busy staring at the Vortex. "What do you mean, arrived? Where-Jenny?" He saw she now looked ill. "Jenny, what's wrong?"

Jenny shook her head, "I feel sick, looking at the state of the vortex."

The communications system kicked in, just as a small object appeared in their line of sight. "Who are you? This is Lady Romana of Gallifrey speaking. Who are you?"

"Gallifrey?" Jenny whispered and jumped, and she leapt forward. "Hello! Are you a Time Lord?"

"I'm a Time Lady," Romana sounded both proud and indignant. "Who are you?"

"My name's Jenny," Jenny said excitedly. "My dad's a Time Lord. I was born because of a progenation machine when he landed on a planet called Messaline. He's called the Doctor."

"The Doctor?" Another voice spoke, this time it was a man. "Your father's the Doctor?"

"Be quiet Narvin," Romana sounded just as shocked though. "Jenny, I know the Doctor well, and most of his family have been killed in the Time War."

"The Time War? The war between the Time Lords and the Daleks?" Jenny hissed.

"Yes," Romana trailed off. "Didn't you know?"

"I know enough about the Time War to know my father eventually ended it…," Jenny trailed off; while she didn't usually obey the laws of time, even she knew there were lines she couldn't cross.

"Ended it?" Romana replied.

"Yeah," Jenny said, but before they could do anything a loud voice boomed through the two ships.

"There's no escape, Lady Romana, and with the knowledge of the Doctor's so-called 'child' at our disposal, we shall win the Time War," the smug voice boomed.

"Who are you?" Jenny asked.

"I am Rassilon, Lord President Eternal….bastard daughter of time," Rassilon said smugly.

"Excuse me," Jenny snapped indignantly. "I am no bastard."

"It makes no difference to me, girl. You will be of great use to us," Rassilon continued.

"How did you find out we were here anyway?" Jenny asked.

"We have been seeking out your father - the coward has been running from his responsibilities for so long he believes he can do whatever he wishes - and when we did, we discovered an echo of him. You, my dear girl; my, my, the Doctor truly is careless, isn't he, to get himself caught and then allow his DNA to be used to create you. And you, Lady Romana, you will answer for your crimes and you will certainly make up for them."

"The only crimes I made were failing in stopping you, Rassilon," Romana spat passionately. "Leave Jenny alone. Can't you see she didn't know anything?"

"No, she will help serve her people, and when the Doctor learns of this, he will be too curious. Finally, we will have his expertise."

Jenny slumped back in her chair. "Noah, what have we done?"

"This isn't our fault, Jenny. We didn't know our ship would be snatched through the time track."