When Bart's birthday first came around, Jenny didn't understand the significance of the day. Months later, she finally understood. The only problem was that his birthday fell on a day that only came around every four years on the Earth calendar. Absolutely stupid if you asked her, but there wasn't much she could do about it.

Except gently nudge Bart awake at 11:57 pm on February 28, quietly as to not wake Slowpoke in her crate. She had a gift, had a whole birthday planned. While he had slept, Jenny had decorated the room to something out of a Good Parenting magazine. She had obtained cake and champagne from Bar, now sitting on the desk in the room. A couple of wrapped gifts sat on the table next to them.

"Bart?" Jenny whispered, nudging again. "Bart?"

Bart is my precious honey Get your sweetheart's pet name @ Quiz Me

It kept giving me things with honey in it. Bart's not honey - he's nothing like honey. I don't even like honey!

He's Speedy. Bart's my Speedy. I don't like that quiz.

Do broken hearts ever completely heal?

She remembers reading once that the world ends not with a bang but with a whimper. For Jenny, her world ends with a death.

It happens fast, too fast, for her. They’re on Earth, of course, where else would they be for a crisis of these proportions to occur? Even with all of time and space at their fingertips, it always seems to be Earth.

Always, always, always.

Blasted League.

She holds him in her arms, vaguely aware of eight year old twins shouting for their father. It’s filed in the back of her mind, filed back with the war the soldier has just abandoned for the love of her life. He should just be collateral damage, even all these years later, that’s what a body in a field should be.

But he isn’t. He’s her husband, he’s the father of her children, he’s the man she absolutely loves without a doubt. Has loved for all these years. And he’s dying.

Not ready to say goodbye.

As the tears roll down her face, she presses a finger to Bart’s lips. He’s trying to talk, but each word is a struggle. Jenny presses her lips to his instead, sending a quiet message of love meant only for him.

Blasted Doomsday.

There are screams in her direction but she doesn’t hear them until the bullets hit. The world goes black as she falls on top of her husband’s corpse. But unlike him, she’ll wake up in Oliver Queen’s private clinic. Her hair will be black and her eyes a dark green, a body she’ll despise for years.

Because the world doesn’t end with a bang or a whimper.

It just ends.

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Companion piece to this

Prompt for Emmett and Alice (total 200 words):
While going shopping with Alice had been brilliant, watching the Cullens open the various Christmas gifts Jenny had purchased seemed even better. She leaned forward with enthusiasm clear on her face as Emmett opened the box that had been sitting beneath the tree mere seconds ago. Her smile grew as he pulled out a taut, stuffed brown bear wearing a baseball cap and tee. A certificate followed, stating name and date of birth.

Emmett gaped. Edward snickered. Esme laughed softly as Alice held out her hand for Rosalie to pay up. Carlisle just smiled warmly, watching Japser flash a worried look in his wife’s direction.

“T. Bear?”

“Teddy. Alice said that’s what the stuffed bears were called by children,” Jenny responded with absolute sincerity. “And Emmett T. Bear sounded better than Emmett Teddy Bear. You like it, don’t you?”

“You know it,” he answered, hesitating only momentarily. He held open his arms wide. “C’mere you.”

Jenny bounced up from her seat to hug Emmett without hesitation or heed for his marble body. Even though Alice had predicted this scene, it felt far better to see it played out for herself. Edward had been correct; betting on Alice meant betting right.

Prompt for Bart, Mistletoe (100 word)
“I don’t understand. That plant is poisonous to humans, Bart. It’s not even pretty!”

Bart rolled his eyes as he tucked the sprig of mistletoe behind Jenny’s ear. He looked at her, smugness on his face, and then shook his head. “Because.”

“Because?”

“Because,” he agreed. Before she could question him further, Bart placed a hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her soundly on the lips. “That’s why. Merry Christmas, Gorgeous.”

Even if she didn’t completely comprehend this explanation, Jenny smiled back and kissed him again. She giggled. “Like that reason. Merry Christmas to you, too, Speedy.”


Prompt for Gwen, 5th Regeneration (100 words):
She had absolutely no idea how she had arrived here. Seconds ago she had been on Quanco, ending a war between natives and settlers. All it had taken was one misstep and-

“Torchwood! Please step forward and-”

“Gwen?” The disbelief sounded foreign even to Jenny’s own ears. Centuries and yet the voice remained familiar. Instinct to run, an instinct she hadn’t felt since her first body, flooded through her. This wasn’t right and yet, sure enough, “Oh, Gwen, it is you. Hullo, then. How many years has it been?”
“Do I know you?”

“Yeah. It’s me – Jenny. The Doctor’s daughter.”

Prompt for Jack, snuggling (100 words):
“He’s not coming back, is he?”

He shook his head before enveloping Jenny in a hug, as if it would make the tears falling down both their faces disappear.

“I am sorry, Jenny,” he whispered, resting his cheek on her head. “But he’s free now. And watch – if anyone will find a way to rescue us, it’ll be your dad.”

She wanted to, but she couldn’t believe him. Some subtle hint in his voice said he had been left behind before, too. Dad wouldn’t come back, no matter how much Jack held her. Or how much either of them hoped.

( “R-rating” )

It had taken them some time to get Bart's hand on the mend. It hadn't taken nearly as much time to get back up to Jenny's room and to privacy. They had been quiet the entire time and the quietness seemed to persist as she closed the door behind her. She smiled weakly at Bart as she walked over to the bed and pulled off her boots.

"Um. Sex? Or talking?"

She giggled as he carried her across the threshold of the suite, arms wrapped around his neck as he held her in his arms. The second the hotel door closed behind them, a strong breeze knocked the veil off her head as Bart ran them to the bed. Jenny’s laughter continued as he laid her down and before he had a chance to begin to undress her, she rolled to one side.

“Best idea ever, right? Mr Allen?”

Bart shrugged his way out of the suit jacket he had unwillingly found himself in earlier this afternoon. His eyes never left hers as he pursed his lips together thoughtfully. “You’ve had worse.”

“Say it?” Jenny scrambled into a sitting position, careful not to ruin the layers of white silk and satin of her dress as she did. They bunched up around her legs as she laughed; the champagne from the elopement ceremony had gone straight to her head. “Please, Bart? Won’t you?”

The serious look on his face only lasted for a second more before it melted into bright grin. “Mrs Allen. You’ve had worse ideas, Mrs Allen. At least this one won’t get us kil- oh shit.”

Her nose wrinkled in concern and she reached a hand out to pull him down on the bed with her. “Bart?”

“Ollie. Ollie and Clark.”

Oh. Oh shit was probably just about right in that context. She chewed on her bottom lip as she looked at him frankly, placing a hand on his thigh. They couldn’t worry about that, not yet anyway. Tuesday maybe, when they returned to Metropolis; then they could worry about Bart’s farmboy and millionaire self-named parents. Jenny wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

“I can ask them for your hand in marriage and then we can just surprise them?”

He laughed and shook his head. “You sure about that?”

“Well,” she answered slowly, tilting her head and glancing downward as his fingers played with the beaded embroidery lining the cut of her dress. “Well, probably not. But I don’t care because we’ve been dating for two years now, Speedy, and I love you and I know this is what I want. I want you to be a part of my life as long as possible and I’m tired of waiting.”

( “Hey, I know.” Bart smiled back at her, looking almost a little embarrassed at the speech. “I… I love you too, Gorgeous. I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t.” )

		I will marry Bart.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Atlantis in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 3 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a red vortex manipulator.
		I will spend my days as a Time Lady, and live happily ever after.

I like this result the best!

She had it all planned. Today was the day that Bart and Edward would finally meet. She had been so excited that Jenny was completely incapable of sleeping at all that night (hence disappearing out of Bart's room shortly after he had fallen asleep to work on final preparations).

But it was all ready now. A weather forecast for Milliways (provided by Bar) had helped her pick today. It was cloudy and overcast and generally gross out there, but perfect conditions to keep Edward from the sunlight and Jay dry. She had a blanket spread out by the pond Teja had told her about (more shade, just in case something went wrong with the weather).

And she had a picnic basket with enough food to feed a small army. Or one speedster.

Now she only needed her guests to arrive. As Jenny waited, she paced furiously. Someone was impatient today.

The first of three requests, for alien_catcher, fever_crusader, and clever_wanderer:

Possibly-in-love-with-Jay!Jenny

Giggling, Jenny rolled over in the bed to better see him. With her elbow digging in to the mattress, she rested her head on her hand to gaze down at him. The remnants of strawberry jam and chocolate sauce were unmistakable on his face and body. She laughed again, causing Bart to look back at her with a wicked sort of grin.

“What’s so funny?”

“You,” she decided, reaching out with her free hand to trace a pattern through the mess on his chest. “It looks like I missed a lot.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, Gorgeous.” Bart looked over his body quickly, Jenny’s eyes following suit. “You totally got all the important places.”

“Really?”

“Definitely.”

“Good,” Jenny answered, laughing as she guided her finger up to his lips. They parted slightly to lick her strawberry and chocolate covered finger and she felt something within her chest jump. Her hearts skipped a few beats and her stomach felt like it was on fire again. He hadn’t even said anything this time and her cheeks were inflamed.

She dropped on to her back, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to get her body under control. It had nothing to do with desire. Her body was as messy as his, covered in chocolate and jam as a result of the copulation that had followed the oral sex. On the whole, Jenny felt rather sated at the moment. No, it was something else, something she only had suspicions about.

“Bart?”

“Yeah?”

This time it was his turn to turn on his side to look at her. She smiled faintly when her eyes met his. Her face turned red again and her beating hearts sounded too loud to her ears.

“Bart, what does love mean to you?” Jenny finally whispered, laughing nervously as she turned a good five shades of red.

Bart had her beat with six different shades as he answered, “You.”

“Oh.” Thump, thump, thump went her hearts in a horribly erratic manner. “I think… I think I might love you, too.”

If Jenny had watched enough romantic movies, she would have figured that Bart’s response – a long, deep, and joyous kiss – was rather cliché. As it was, she had only ever bothered to watch one such movie (with Eirene one random night) and had found herself bored out of her mind. Therefore, his response remained cliché free and absolutely, positively brilliant.


[ooc: the last bit of Bart’s dialogue is stolen from here.]


Needs-a-hug!Jenny

“Jenny?”

She broke her intense scrutiny of the fireplace at the sound of her name. The tears that had fallen from her face stained her cheeks. Wisps of blonde hair had escaped her ponytail and her nose and eyes were red from crying. For the life of her, Jenny still couldn’t figure out why she had retreated to such a public place. She also couldn’t seem to care.

Nor it seemed could she bring herself to care about the fact she had been found out. She stared at Martha Kent for a moment more before shrugging and turning her attention back to the fire. Martha was a nice enough woman. A rather fun one to know too, however surprising that turned out given that she was Clark’s mum.

Still, she wasn’t exactly the person Jenny wanted here right now. No. That person seemed too… what was that Earth animal? Too chicken to bother leaving the booth he was currently sulking at.

“Jenny.”

Now Martha was sitting next to her. She didn’t have to look away from the fire again to know. It was obvious in the sudden weight change on the couch, in the way her hairs stood on end at the closeness. Clark’s mum wrapped her arms around her, pulling the girl in for a tight hug. Jenny didn’t fight it. She knew perfectly well the value of a good hug given freely.

“Oh, honey, what happened?”

The question, the concern in the woman’s voice, reopened the dam of tears.

“It was,” Jenny sobbed, hiding her head in Martha’s embrace. “It… Bart… we never fight. And… and… I… he…”

“Shh,” Martha soothed, stroking Jenny’s hair gently as she cried. “Shh, Jenny, honey, it’s all right. Arguments are a natural part of any relationship. It’ll be all right. Bart’s a smart boy and I know he cares a lot for you. It would be very unnatural if the two of you agreed upon everything.”

“But…” She sniffled, wrinkling her nose and taking a deep, calming breath as she turned her head to look at her brooding boyfriend. Their eyes met briefly; Bart ducked his head and Jenny turned her attention back to Martha. “It was stupid. He wouldn’t admit that I would beat him in a race if he didn’t have his speed. Stupid, Martha.”

The laughter in Martha’s voice was understanding and caring, anything but condescending. It made Jenny laugh as well. She pulled away and wiped her eyes dry. She eyed Martha warily, tilting her head as if thinking on every possibly little action that lead to this moment. “Do you think he’ll forgive me?”

“Of course,” she answered, smiling warmly. For a second, her eyes gazed elsewhere. “In fact, I’d venture that an apology might do the both of you a world of good right now.”

It was easy enough to guess where Martha had looked. After one more sniffle, a brighter smile filled her face. “Not a word to Clark about this, right?”

“Not a word.”

“You’re the best, Martha,” Jenny answered brightly as she finally returned the hug the woman had given her earlier with newfound enthusiasm and confidence. “Thank you.”


Intoxicated!Jenny

“Dad, Dad, Dad,” Jenny chanted happily, giggling as she bumped into her father. The purple liquid in her glass sloshed and spilled, soaking her hand and leading to more intoxicated laughter. “You have to try this. It’s so, so good!”

The Doctor eyed the drink and his daughter warily. Neither actually appeared to be in any sort of position that he would call ‘so, so, good’. The situation in his eyes appeared as quite the opposite. In fact, he knew with certainty that he’d rather face a squadron of Cybermen working in conjunction with Davros, the Daleks, and the Master than deal with this.

“And this? This is Bob,” she continued a moment later, returning to her father with a young humanoid of about twenty standard years in tow.

By all accounts, the bloke looked the decent sort: tall and dark haired, friendly sort of smile and strong sort of hands. But it was the mischief in his dark eyes, the way the hand on Jenny’s backside kept dipping perilously downward that led the Doctor to one conclusion. This… this Bob wanted to do things with his daughter that no man was ever, ever going to be allowed to do.

Jenny’s next words simply confirmed it. “Bob says he knows of this fantastic place nearby. A pleasure house, he called it. An’ Jack? I asked Jack and he said its true and we should go. Teach me all about the sorta things that are apparently just as good as runnin’. We should go, Dad! It’ll be fun.”

Bob nodded, tightening his grip around Jenny. She giggled again and took another sip of the purple drink as the Doctor glared at the world around him. When he finally found Jack among the midst of ever populating drunkards, he was rather unsurprised to see his friend chatting up a pair of twins. At least, the Doctor thought they were twins.

“Jack,” he growled, grabbing Jenny’s hand and pulling her with him. Bob smartly took this as his cue to leave. “We’re going to have a talk with Uncle Jack now, Jenny.”

“Dad?”

The Doctor stopped in his tracks at the sound of sorrow in Jenny’s voice. He looked at her, noting the sorrow and confusion in her blue eyes with a pang at his hearts. She was young and she didn’t know any better. But Jack did. How was he supposed to explain that to his clearly smashed daughter? He shook his head and let go of Jenny’s hand.

He waged a finger in front of her face, trying to appear as stern as possible. “No running off, got it? Especially not with blokes named Bob.”

Jenny nodded and grinned, handing off her drink to some passerbyer to give her dad a sloppy hug. “Got it! Tell Uncle Jack I say hello and that this place is made of such brilliance and he’s just as brilliant for suggesting we come here!”

Then she was off, losing herself in the crowd where she would meet and pick up a cat man named Jonas who would come across as perfect gentleman when introduced to Jenny’s father and utterly deny being named Bob. But that was later on in the night, when the Doctor had finally decided that he had his fill of Bobs and Jonases and Jacks and anyone else remotely responsible in corrupting his daughter. Later on that night, d nothing more than to take Jenny back to the TARDIS and lecture her in the dangers of drinking.

Right now, he had other individuals to lecture.

Look, look, look!



This is Bart Jay, my boyfriend from the end of the universe. Isn't he cute? We took this photo before the Judoon attacked on Umbeka, hence all the whiteness.

Snow's apparently not a good background :/


[ooc: image snatched from here and posted with permission. because blinkandyoumiss's mun is awesome.]

Dad says it's Otherstide and since Otherstide is a Gallifreyan holiday that seems to involve gift giving and because Dad gave me the best gift ever, I think I should give all of the people that I care about gifts too!

It'll be fun!

And I think my very own TARDIS would approve. In 300 years or so. TARDIS! She's still just a small piece, but she's perfect.

Anyway! Gifts! Step right up and get 'em!

andrewsmiller: It's a book on running. In case you ever think you can beat me at it!

blinkandyoumiss: Sketch pad and a good set of drawing pencils. So you can keep up all those pretty doodles I really like. ♥

broken_clock: Why a Daughter Needs a Dad. And celery, in case the one you wear ever wilts! Because you're brilliant and not nearly as strict as my other Dads. Love you!

cantbewithhim: All the Places You'll Go! It looks like fun, and the pictures are pretty! Plus, it'll give you an idea about the adventures we can have.

clever_wanderer: Why a Daughter Needs a Dad and this, because I read it and it's totally better than the version of Hamlet we saw! We should go see this one instead!

handysparehand: A book on why I love you and a guide to backyard adventures so you can start having more fun on your Earth, Dad?

im_with_genius: The Complete Idiot's Guide to Running Injury Free! Maybe you won't fall so much then, Rodney?

interferes: Why a Daughter Needs a Dad. I would think answering all my questions would be one of those reasons. And I love it when you do.

mycursedface: The Kama Sutra. It's really, really handy, Medusa! Really handy!

not_from_mars: Because you're the best father in the whole galaxy. Except when it comes to boys. But you've been really good for the most part, and you gave me a place to live here and I love it. I love you, Dad. And this book, cause it reminded me of you.

rude_not_ginger: Why you're brilliant and how to help you be even more brilliant!

tastefulfashion: It's a journal. I know we all have one, but you seem to like to write and I thought maybe you'd like one not everyone can read?

unearthlyxchild: I think pictures (photographs, right?) are supposed to mean a lot. So maybe you can take some of the family you still have and put it in here? Is this the proper sort of present for an aunt to give a niece?

walkingthedust: You're the closest thing I'll ever have to one.

What did it feel the first time you fell in love?

She thought that falling in love would be like what Spoon said. That the world would look grey and muted without him around. That it would mean she’d know she could live without that other person but she wouldn’t want to. That she’d grow her hair out and agree to vegetarian pizza and all of that stuff. It was the best description she ever had of love, one that came straight from a living, breathing person rather than a book.

And, at the very least, it had made as much sense as anything else she had been told about human relationships. This was to say, it made very little sense at all.

The first time Jenny fell in love there was no bursts of colours and sounds. There wasn’t any decision that she could live with or without him, there wasn’t any declarations of sacrifice. There was only exhilaration, pure and simple.

It reminded Jenny very much of the first time she ran, following after her Dad and Donna in the narrow corridors of Messaline while General Cobb and his troops chased after them. The rush and the freedom and the adrenaline pumping through her veins: that was what running was. And it turned out, that was what love was, too.

( Love was their shared laughter as they ran together away from the face of danger. )

[morning after this discussion]

She has been awake for hours by the time the sun begins to peak through the windows. As it turns out, humans require a lot more sleep than Timeladies. Which, if you asked Jenny, isn't such a bad thing. It has, in fact, given her ample time to instead think on their pre-sleeping activities as she found herself in and out of Bart's arms during the night. Her speedster's warm body made a much better blanket than the one he stole from her.

So: lots of time to think about human relationships and how fun sex actually did turn out to be fun, pesky rubber aside. Enough time even that Jenny has developed a conclusion: it happens to be almost - almost as amazing as running. At the very least, in her expert opinion, experimenting was good enough to try again.

But not now. Because now, she decides, with the sun up, it's an acceptable time to start poking Bart awake. Giggling, Jenny gently prods his stomach, watching him with happy eyes as his chest rises up and down.

Patience, clearly, is no where to be found in her psyche.

"Sorry, buddy, looks like I won't be needing that coat after all."

Jenny flashes the bewildered man behind the counter a bright grin as she finally walks into the outer clothing store in Umbeka's spaceport. It only took a little more than a week, but if you ask her, it's totally been worth it.

Just look at the really cute guy she's dragging in behind her!

"Going to try a different form of fun instead," she continues. "Those hot springs that sign outside was bragging about! Where are they?"

He points in some vague direction that's good enough for Jenny. Still holding tightly on to Bart's hand, she walks back out the door and in to the busy space station.

Welcome to another planet, Bart!