Jenny
28 April 2009 @ 07:26 pm
Write about a gift someone's given you.

She had stumbled upon the war by accident. The functions of the vortex manipulator remained new to her, having only used it once before to teleport back to her shuttle from Talyn Darc's hotel room. Jenny hadn't known how long the Time Agent would remain unconscious. Her blow to his head had been hard, but not nearly as hard as it once might have been. She had a choice, after all, to resort to other methods aside from violence. But in this case, she doubted she had much of one if she wanted to travel in time.

Her father had given her a taste of what it was like to manipulate that wonderful vortex, having reunited with him and travelling together for a time. But by that point, Jenny had grown too independent and wanted adventures of her own. So with a hug and a kiss and a promise to keep in touch, she had him drop her off at her shuttle. It had been abandoned for months and yet, no time at all. At that point, Jenny knew she couldn't wait until her next run in with her dad to travel through time again.

Meet Talyn had been a fortunate accident, or not so much of one. She knew of Time Agents by this point, knew the sort of man to look for. Seducing him was easy. He barely had time to explore her now naked chest before she purposely knocked him hard against the bed headboard.

And then, she had to run before he woke up and discovered that she had succeeded in slipping off his wrist strap. She still loved the running.

A week later, Jenny found herself in the midst of a battle field filled with humans from what she could only discern to be from some period of Earthian history. Some war that involved spears and bows and arrows and swords and men in rigid formations, rather than the firearms she was so used to. Jenny had only been playing with the device, trying to determine if there was a way to remove the vortex manipulator from the wrist strap. She hadn't meant to actually go anywhere.

The humans, she shortly found out, were called Romans and this planet Jenny had thought was Earth wasn’t. But more than that, perhaps the most important part of it all, was that her father had arrived here too. But the Doctor was not as she had ever seen him before. His eyes lacked the sadness she had seen in them when he looked at her; he was shorter and rounder, and far antsier than she remembered. They met while running from the Romans, Jenny , her young father, and his two human companions.

She had so many questions for him once her identity had been confirmed. Jenny knew a situation was at hand, the soldier in her yearned to participate in al l the battles. The easily excited girl, however, wanted only to know about him and the adventure they had all wound up on. There wasn’t time, though. She had forgotten how much her dad loved to run and every time Jenny laughed in exhilaration, she earned a strange look from the humans.

It was that same human, that boy who looked more and more flustered every time he looked at her, that saved her life in a barn located within what the Doctor called “the American Civil War.” Not all of the soldiers here had primitive weapons. She didn’t waste time to make herself handy with an MP44 as Zoe and the Doctor investigated the TARDIS-like structure in the barn. She hadn’t seen the soldier pointing his rifle straight at her, not until Jamie tugged her to the ground. The bullet ricocheted off a hay stack as Jenny landed on top of the boy. She laughed, smiled at him, and even stole a quick kiss before getting back to her feet.

They were accidentally abandoned, yes, but no one had ever saved her life before. Suddenly, Jenny looked at Jamie McCrimmon in a whole new light.

It was a feeling that broke her hearts when the Doctor told her she had to leave. He needed to summon the Time Lords to deal with the War Lord and all he had done. Jenny wanted to stay. She wanted to help him and Zoe and meet others of her race. She didn’t want to leave Jamie.

But she had seen that look in her dad’s eyes before, a look that had come over him when she had been dying in his arms on Messaline. If she stayed, for some inexplicable reason, she’d be harm. He couldn’t win an argument with his companions but, perhaps, he could win one with his daughter.

Reluctantly, Jenny wrapped her arms around him and promised to return to her time and place. It was easy to say goodbye to Zoe. But when it came time to say goodbye to Jamie, Jenny froze.

“Come with me,” she uttered, looking at him with the utmost sincerity. Jenny stole a glance towards the Doctor, her blue eyes now begging. “Please, Dad? Please can Jamie come with me?”

He straightened his suit jacket uncomfortably and looked from daughter to friend. A look passed between the two men and the Doctor nodded.

“It’s… it’s been a pleasure, Doctor,” Jamie responded as he clapped the Doctor’s hand and shook firmly. “I’ll take good care of ‘er, I promise. And I- I won’t forget you.”

Jenny stepped back to give Jamie the privacy he deserved to make his goodbyes. Her hearts were beating rapidly and she felt more alive than she ever had running. Jamie was going to come with her. She’d have her own proper companion to travel with - finally - and she didn’t have to say goodbye to the boy who saved her life.

Not yet. Not, she hoped, for a very long time. She still had a whole lot of running to do. Jamie took her hand and smiled shyly at her. She reset the vortex manipulator on the wrist strap and nodded. She still had a whole lot of running to do and now she wouldn’t have to do it alone.
 
 
Jenny
08 October 2008 @ 07:38 pm
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.” )
 
 
 
 
Jenny
06 October 2008 @ 10:18 pm
If you want to have your pup have some sort of sexual relations with mine, comment here! I'll write a drabble that does just that!

Please comment (if appropriate, I think)? I need distractions from a disappointing day.
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Jenny
03 October 2008 @ 11:04 pm
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
 
 
Jenny
27 September 2008 @ 02:33 am
It hurts to find out that what you wanted doesn't match what you dreamed it would be. -Randy K. Milholland

"What do you mean, you want me to go?"

"I believe the words I spoke were simple enough, señorita," the prime minister of Nuevao Nuevo Angeles repeated slowly, almost as if Jenny were a child that couldn't comprehend the matter at hand. "We are in no need of your assistance. It is both a waste of your time and ours."

Jenny shook her head. Her eyes were wide and incredulous and she stared at him as if he were more alien than a descendant from a long ago group of human pilgrims from the fabled Earth city of Los Angeles. He could have had three antennas, purple skin, and ten eyes and she couldn't have found him stranger.

"But you're enslaved! And by giant bug-eyed creatures, too! I'm going to rescue you - all of you," she added in quickly, trying her best to emphasize the fact that she didn't mean just the capital city. "Don't you want that?"

Wrinkles creased by the man's eyes as he smiled gently at her. He shook his head, then placed what was meant to be a comforting hand on Jenny's shoulder. She shrugged it off and continued to watch him with massive confusion.

It didn't make any sense. Dad had come to Messaline and ended a war within hours. Everyone had been grateful and Jenny had even glimpsed a statue of her father with a plaque reading 'A Man Who Never Would' as she had ran to the docking bay. And it had seemed brilliant, possibly even more than so.

That had been the moment she had decided to follow in his footsteps. She'd find planets of her own to save, civilisations to rescue, creatures to defeat and, more than that, she'd find a whole lot of running to do. Nuevo Nuevo Angeles had seemed perfect! Bug-eyed creatures, a whole civilisation enslaved for neary a hundred years, a perfect (and pretty!) planet to save.

So far, all Jenny had going for her was an awful lot of running from the Circadian guards that controlled the spaceport.

"I mean, why wouldn't you? You could be free to make your own mark on the universe, not just césped harvesters for the Circadians! This planet is beautiful. It can be so much more than fields, I'm sure!"

The prime minister shook his head again, this time regarding her with what Jenny thought looked like a sad sound. "It's all we know. And we are content to live that way. The Circadians are not bad masters."

"But-"

"No buts," he interrupted. "I speak on behalf of all the citizens of Nuevo Nuevo Angeles when I say your attempts to free us are unnecessary. You will not be able to spark a revolution here, nor will you be able to convince the Hive Mind Leader to leave us be. Perhaps there may be some other planet in some other corner of the galaxy that may like your assistance, but it is not for us."

Jenny felt the prickling of tears in her eyes as hope deflated within both of her hearts. This was supposed to have been perfect. She was going to save a planet just like her father. And instead, she found herself not being wanted.

It hurt. It hurt a whole horrible lot.

"I understand," she responded quietly, no longer meeting his eyes. He was strange. This whole planet was filled with strange people. And all she wanted to do now was leave and pretend that she had never failed without even starting. "Yeah, I do. No rescuing. Right."

As she turned away from the city, heading back to her shuttle without protest from anyone - human or Circadian alike - Jenny forced a small, grim smile on her face. Nuevo Nuevo Angeles may not have wanted her help but, well, it was only one of many, wasn't it?

She'd find a planet to rescue yet.
 
 
Jenny
25 September 2008 @ 09:23 pm
What's your favorite fairy tale? Why?

There was once upon a time, a dying race comprised of lords and ladies of Time that looked very much like me and you. They lived in harmony with most of the universe and usually never left their fair land of Gay'frey until the End of Days hit and all but two perished.

Now, while the two were friends, it is the nature of the universe that such friendships must always end. As is the nature of the universe, a balance had to be struck between good and evil. So when his true self was revealed, the King Master banished his former friend from his dominion and the Wandering Doctor was forced to travel worlds until the end of Time itself.

But this Wandering Doctor was never meant to be alone for he travelled with companions of high and low birth. Together, they brought joy and comfort to the lands. And in return, Time and Relative Dimensions in Space blessed him with a gift for his toils: a beautiful young daughter beget upon a war-torn land. She was a princess gifted with golden curls, eyes the colour of a sun-kissed lake, and a gleeful laugh that delighted the hearts of all those who heard it.

'You shall be amazing,' the Wanderer decreed of her upon her very first day of life. And so the Princess proved herself such and took the sword for her father when the evil knight attacked. )
 
 
Jenny
23 September 2008 @ 07:38 pm
Talk about a promise you've broken.

It was an extravagant room, the room he gave her on the TARDIS. Her own room, the first of the sort that she had ever owned if you didn’t include the shuttle she had commandeered. And she liked it. Oh, she loved it. It was far better than the cramped quarters she had glimpsed on Messaline and far better than anyone else’s bedroom that she had ever seen (all of two, accidentally while cutting through houses to escape a trio of angry mobsters on Stars’ End).

But this room? It was luxurious, decadent even. Not quite as fascinating as his bedroom, but completely made up for by the fact that it was hers. Hers, he said, to do with as she liked. To entertain her own visitors in, to relax, to practice the lessons he taught her within. It hadn’t cost much, this room with the luscious scarlet carpet (the colour of Gallifreyan blood she had noted with a sardonic laugh) and the king-sized bed just as perfect for fucking as his was. It hadn’t cost much at all.

It had only cost a promise and not even a promise made to any particular individual. )
 
 
Jenny
19 August 2008 @ 03:18 pm
Pick a Jenny and I'll write a fic or a drabble based on that. You can pick your top three and I'll write at least one, possibly with your muse if I know them in general.

Pleeeease? I need something to do while internetless this week aside from my paper.

1. Playful!Jenny
2. Murderous!Jenny
3. Flailing!Jenny
4. Incarcerated!Jenny
5. Deviant!Jenny
6. Ill!Jenny
7. Intoxicated!Jenny
8. Wildly Inappropriate!Jenny
9. Eloquent!Jenny
10. Cooking!Jenny
11. Naked!Jenny
12. Bitchy!Jenny
13. Inexperienced!Jenny
14. Young!Jenny
15. Long-winded!Jenny
16. Bedtime!Jenny
17. Jealous!Jenny
18. Inquisitive!Jenny
19. Confused!Jenny
20. Sexy!Jenny
21. Angry!Jenny
22. Loving!Jenny
23. Working!Jenny
24. Needs-a-Hug!Jenny
25. Choose-your-own!Jenny
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Jenny
07 August 2008 @ 12:38 am
The Escapist - Nightwish

For as long as Jenny had been alive, she had never been one to ignore a signal for help. It might not have been saying much; after all, she had only known life for four months now. But to Jenny, it meant something. It was a part of who she was, a part of who her father was: not human, like so many she encountered of same anatomical structure. Different. Other.

A Timelady.

A title and a species that meant the universe to her because it was the only thing she really knew aside from her inheritance. And even then, there was so little that Jenny felt she actually knew about her father's people. If it bothered her to no end, and of course it did, she never let it show. But there were some things Jenny was certain of. Being a Timelady meant having two hearts. It meant having a better lung capacity than most people. It meant living even when she had died and it meant knowing things that others didn't sometimes.

And it meant saving any and all individuals in trouble. It’s what Dad did, after all. )


[ooc: much, much thanks to [livejournal.com profile] rude_not_ginger, [livejournal.com profile] eleventh_doctor, and [livejournal.com profile] clever_wanderer for the various help in putting together this response]
 
 
Jenny
01 August 2008 @ 11:34 pm
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. )