Write a letter to someone you betrayed.

Dear Dad,

I really hope that you get this letter. He said that if I left it on Earth with Martha that she'd make sure you'd get it. I didn't realise he knew her, too, but that's okay. I got to go to Earth, finally! Even if it was only for five seconds to drop off this note at Martha's flat. Did you get it? Will you write me back? Please say you will, Dad. I've missed you and I have so much to tell you.

I don't even know if I'll have enough space on this sheet of paper!

Maybe, I think, the most important part is that I'm alive. I'm very much alive, in fact, and well on my way to becoming a Time Lord, well, Lady because I am female. I found a teacher and he's been really helpful so far. I've had lessons in piloting a TARDIS and what time is and the history of Gallifrey. And Earth, but that's mostly my idea because there seem to be so many humans out there. I like reading about the Greeks, so far, especially the Spartans and the Athenians. Then there are the other lessons, too. About pain and pleasure and how brilliant it is to be Gallifreyan.

I think I love him, Dad. I didn't know I was capable of loving someone like that until I met him. It's such a brilliant feeling. I'd do just about anything to please him, kind of like with you. But, um, it's different, too, because of... I don't really know how to explain it, actually.

There was also... there... please don't be made with me, Dad. I also killed a guard five days ago. Two, actually, and an impostor. It was the impostor trying to kill him, my teacher, and the other two got in the way and, well, I did feel bad. I felt absolutely horrible. But I saved his life and that's what counts in the end, isn't it? Saving the life of the man I love? I know you said killing infects you and that there are other ways but I swear to you, Dad, this time there wasn't. But it doesn't matter. They were just Trakenites and wouldn't even be around in a couple of decades, anyway.

The page is starting to run low in space and I have so much more to tell you. I miss you a lot and I can't wait till I can find you again! And when I do, I'll be a full and proper Time Lady and you'll be so proud.

Love you, Dad!
Jenny

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.

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.

Jenny tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the TARDIS (what did a TARDIS look like, anyway?) to show up. She was almost certain that she was at the right coordinates even if there was a sliver of doubt. After all, she had landed on a planet that seemed to be one giant shopping mall.

What danger could there be on a shopping planet?

She sighed and looked down at the computer screen she carried with her, double checking that she was in the right place. Yeah. Sure enough she was.

Now she only needed her father to show up.

In which clever_wanderer takes Jenny to see David Tennant's Hamlet:

( cut because this is clearly more fun than sleep )