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FIC: The Noble Girl: Jenny (3/6)

Title: Jenny
Series: The Noble Girl – A New Who Rewrite
Rating: T
Author: tkel_paris
Summary: The lives of a blonde teenage shop girl and her boyfriend are transformed forever when someone called the Doctor saves her life. Only...the girl isn't Rose Tyler. Written for cassikat's birthday.
Disclaimer: Hugely AU. So no, I own nothing.
Dedication: cassikat, of course. Happy birthday, my friend! :D Also tardis_mole for the major help with the earlier drafts, and bas_math_girl for the final polishing advice. Love you both! (blows a big kiss)
Author's Extensive Opening Note: This idea was floating around in my head because I thought that a certain character looked more like another character than the one who was her (sole) parent in canon. And I know cassikat wanted a Nine story without Rose. So we both get our wish here! :D

It's easy to get the idea of taking a character and putting them into a different family situation. So, take one character from the Whoverse, transform the circumstances of her birth into something normal (or as normal as one can get in DW), and give her a different family. What do you get? Possibly this story. If you eliminate one other character.

I spent a lot of time watching “Rose” to get this right. For the first time that I can remember. May I say, imagining this instead made the watching more enjoyable. I don't think I would've become interested in New Who based off of “Rose.” I didn't see anything about her to engage my interest – beyond the human sense of wanting someone in danger to be okay.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Dear Readers, I want you to pretend that this is the start of New Who. That this is actually an episode you're watching – with added details about the characters' thoughts and respective backstories. Suspend what you know about New Who whenever possible, and pretend there are several big mysteries to be explored later on in the series. Make your comments as though you just “watched” for the first time, and see as the series progresses what you're able to accurately guess/predict. :D

This is actually more interesting to me because a certain someone auditioned to play Rose Tyler. I didn't know that until I told one of my friends about this idea. :D

Chapter 3: The Strangest of Visitors

At 7:30 in the morning, Jenny's alarm clock beeped as usual. She whacked it to silence it and sat up, pushing her duvet aside. Sighing, she muttered, “What am I going to do with today? Maybe the library? Research that man?”

The door suddenly opened. Sylvia Noble stuck her head in. “Oh!” She rushed forward and hugged her granddaughter. “Thank God! You're looking alright!” She pulled back. “Now, get up! Your granddad and I are making breakfast!”

Jenny resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Her gran was in full overprotective mode. Explained why she and granddad got up early enough to drive over to Ealing. In no mood to dispute it, she said, “Let me get dressed and I'll be right down.” She hated it when her family just burst into her room despite a closed door. “I might've been...busy, Gran!”

Not that she had been. Thought about it, yes. Done anything? No. Didn't feel right yet.

Sylvia flushed ever so slightly. “A lady isn't supposed to talk about such things,” she snapped and primly walked out of the room.

Jenny groaned as she pushed herself out of bed. This kind of lack of privacy was part of why she was happy Mum moved them in with Great-Grandy.

Then again, her family had made sure all the inside locks were removed after she'd locked herself inside a small wardrobe at the age of three. That was the only time her mother ever smacked her, and Jenny now knew her mum only did it because she was pushed so far past her limits with worry and fear for her safety. Had Gramps or Great-Grandy been around to help, the incident wouldn't have happened – one of them would have pulled Jenny aside and held her still in their lap until she couldn't take it and sagged, an admission that she knew she'd been naughty. Shocked by the smacking, little Jenny had pulled away and glared at her mother. But it didn't last more than a few seconds – she saw her mummy was crying, and she went into her arms to hug and cry with her.

She cringed, rubbing her bum in remembrance. Come to think of it, she probably earned those three smacks.

Later, Jenny was downstairs, wearing jeans and a blue sweater and not yet bothering with shoes, having been hugged tightly by her granddad and had a good breakfast with the family. She had to spend most of it dodging questions, trying to figure out what she could say. Of course, her gran was soon bustling around the kitchen cleaning the remains. And had plenty to say the entire time about what Jenny should do next.

Now it's fine for you to spend a day or so not doing much. You can argue that you need compensation for the emotional trauma. Question is who to get it from. But you'll need to look for a new job soon - it's no good sitting there, dressed up, looking like you're job hunting, you've got to do something! It's not like the 1980s, no one's unemployed these days!”

Wow, Jenny thought, barely out of work for a night and I'm already being pushing into finding a new job. I bet the fire hasn't even been put out yet!

She sat with her tea, forcing her breaths to stay even. She wasn't usually the recipient of a Sylvia nagging, but sometimes her grandmother couldn't help it. She wasn't exactly an overly affectionate person to begin with – although Jenny didn't doubt the love for her and her mother. It was just shown in different ways than most seemed used to.

Although, if her grandfather and great-granddad's concerned looks toward her grandmother were anything to go by, this new nagging really was happening more often than usual. Should she be worried?

How long did that job your mum had with Health and Safety last before she started her temp business? Two days, and then she changed the rules. 'I have other plans', she said. Well I'll admit she's doing alright, making that wanderlust she's had since she was little work for her, but maybe you could focus on helping her do better.”

The younger blonde rolled her eyes, grateful when she felt Java, her and her mum's dog, rest her head on her lap. What, she wondered as she stroked the three years old Lab's side, did her grandmother think she would rather do? That shop job wasn't her first choice and she took it because one of her gran's friends was the one hiring! Her own mum hadn't been able to manage a reason to hire her yet, despite lots of creative thinking! University education was very expensive and everyone wanted experienced applicants, not nineteen-year-olds with four PHDs under their belts - making their chief exec's look bad.

Even if she got the texts though W.H. Smiths and studied them at home, copied the curriculum requirements from the university website and then did the work at home. Sure, she had managed to swing considerable financial aid along with some stipends since her attendance was wanted, but a fair bit of Donna Noble's income went to fund Jenny's practically never-ending education.

And it's no good sitting there dreaming, no one's going to come along with a magic wand and make your life all better.”

I'm painfully aware of that, Gran.” Jenny kept her eyes on the table. She knew she sometimes had a short fuse, and it was acting up again. Petting the dog helped, although not as much today. “When Mum can swing the ability to hire me, I'll be helping her while I'm working on my next degree. I've already-”

She cut herself off when she heard a rattling by the door. Java suddenly curled against the wall, tail under her as she whined. “Great-Grandy, I told you to fix that cat flap! It's not like we need it!” She stood to check, wondering what Java had heard that was outside of human hearing range.

Odd, Jenny thought an instant later as she walked. I think I hear something else, too.

Wilf's eyes widened. “I did it weeks back! Your mum saw me!”

Jenny's eyes widened as she saw the door. The screws that he had added had fallen out onto the floor and the flap was moving violently. No way it was an animal doing that – not even a badger's paws were that good. Someone was somehow fiddling with it from the outside. The high-pitched noise sounded familiar. Heedless of the risks, Jenny opened the door. “Now listen you-”

The Doctor stared at her in shock, kneeling on the ground next to where the flap had been. “What're you doing here?”

She was just as shocked. “I live here. What the hell are you doing here?! How are you alive?!”

He stood, ignoring her second question. “Well, what do you do that for?”

She scoffed loudly and spoke tightly. “Because I do! And I'm only at home at this hour because someone blew up my job. And I think I'm looking at him!”

The Doctor held up his pen-like item, not aiming it at anything. “Must've got the wrong signal. You're not plastic, are you?” He reached to knock on her forehead, but she effortlessly swatted his hand away. His eyes widened.

Excuse me?!” she snapped. “I'm as flesh and blood as they come!”

You're stronger than you look,” he commented, intrigued and puzzled. “No wonder you were able to fight back so well.”

She cringed. Oops. Forgot to exercise restraint.

Jenny,” Geoffrey called out, “who's at the door?”

The Doctor's eyes widened. “Clearly the wrong signal. Bye, then!”

Oh, no you don't!” Jenny grabbed him by the arm with that strength she couldn't explain. But she couldn't care less about hiding anything. “You, inside. Right now.” She yanked him inside and slammed the door.

The Doctor's eyes were wider than dinner plates. It was hard to drag him along, especially by a female human! And she smelled like one!

Who is it?!” cried Sylvia as she and the others came into sight. She narrowed her eyes. “Who the hell are you?!”

Java came out from the kitchen and went right up to the Doctor, smelling him intently. Her posture screamed that she was puzzled by what she smelled, especially when she sniffed again before looking at Jenny as if for guidance, letting out an odd, long whine.

Oi!” cried the Doctor, staring at the dog, who turned back to face him. “I smell perfectly fine! You're just not used to it.”

Java seemed to narrow her eyes as if she thought he was bonkers. But she didn't react further. Instead she sat down and continued staring at the Doctor.

Gran, Gramps, Great-Grandy,” Jenny tightly began, deliberately standing in front of the door to prevent an escape, “this man calls himself the Doctor. He saved my life last night. Doctor, this is Sylvia Noble, my maternal grandmother. That's Geoffrey Noble, her husband and my granddad. And last is Wilfred Mott, her father and my great-granddad. Oh, yes, and that's Java. She and her litter mates were very interested in me. But never mind that.” She folded her arms, and fixed her mother's best glare on him. “Now, you're not leaving until you've explained why I'm not supposed to tell even my own family what really happened last night!”

Sylvia's eyes shone incandescently. “She deserves compensation. What the hell are you thinking scaring her into not talking with us, let alone the police?!”

The Doctor all but rolled his eyes, clearly unhappy to be there. “Huh, we're talking millions,” he joked with a small smile.

Jenny wasn't surprised when her gran slapped him for his cheek.

He was floored. He couldn't remember ever being slapped. His people had other methods for keeping children in line. “Oi! Your granddaughter is in danger, and the rest of you are, too, if you learn too much!”

Now, see here!” Wilf burst forward. “I don't know who you think you are, but you have no right to deny us answers, and you're not leaving until you've given them!” He wanted to go for his cricket bat, but that was in another room, and he was needed here. So words and emotions had to do somehow.

Geoffrey, normally a very mild person, was glaring. “Secrets can tear a family apart, and she's hurting because people she knows are dead – yet she's terrified to even go to the police. What can be so bad that she can't even go to the authorities?”

The Doctor frowned, his cheek stinging wildly even as he rubbed circulation back to it, or from it since it was so red and hot, and sighed. He looked from person to person, and took on a reluctant resigned expression. “You'll never believe me. Too soon for things like this to be public knowledge.”

Sylvia gave her version of the death stare. “Try us, Sunshine!”

The Doctor's eyes narrowed. “You're just as bossy as she is!” He pointed at Jenny.

Jenny rolled her eyes. “As I sort of said last night, you haven't met my mum. Gran and I are just on the same level. Now, want some coffee while you explain things? We just had breakfast, so excuse the mess.” Sarcasm dripped from her mouth even as she offered hospitality.

He shrugged. “Might as well, thanks! Just milk.” He needed something if he had to deal with this many humans at once.

Jenny pushed him into the kitchen, and Sylvia grabbed his arm to force him into the chair that Jenny had been sitting in. That was always the spot where 'lessons' were taught. As Jenny poured a cup, Sylvia snapped. “You should go to the police, the both of you. Why haven't you?!”

The Doctor noticed a gossip magazine on top of a nearly shelf. He picked it up, looking for any distractions to avoid answering questions. Noticing the biggest images on the cover, he flipped through and commented, “That won't last – he's gay and she's an alien.”

That caught everyone's attention. Jenny nearly splashed her hand with hot liquid. “Well,” she interjected before her gran could, “I've always thought those people were aliens, but then again I never enjoyed paying any attention to that. It's just one of my mother's glossies. She reads them when she wants mindless entertainment.”

The Doctor's gaze had flickered up, and then he picked up a book and flipped through it from front to back in less than five seconds. “Sad ending.”

Oi! I was going to read that!” Wilf exclaimed in disbelief. “Don't you spoil it for me!”

Sylvia waved her father's comment off. “They said on the news they'd found a body. Whose was it?!”

Probably the chief electrician Jenny mentioned searching for.” The Doctor put down the book and picked up an information request form from some university. He noticed two respective names written in ink – once each in print and cursive. “'Donna Eileen Noble,'” he read aloud. “'Jennifer Aurora Noble.'”

That's my mum's full name, and my own,” Jenny said, handing the Doctor his coffee and a small cup of milk.

He added about half the contents. “And your mum's ginger?”

Jenny rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Rude and Not Ginger.”

He scowled at the unhappy reminder. Instead of challenging her and finding out whether she slapped even harder than her grandmother did, he looked again at the form. “Only one parent listed. Where's your dad?”

She stiffened, and snapped, “Don't know. Not that it's any of your business.”

He was startled by the force of her tone, and the change in accent. Deciding to ignore it for now, he swallowed almost a quarter of the mug in one gulp. His audience was stunned as he smiled. “Good coffee. You must use filtered water. Is that Nescafe Gold Blend beans you're using?”

As they stared in shock, trying to figure out how to answer that one or how he'd managed to tell which brand Wilf bought based on one sip, the Doctor's gaze fell on a small mirror resting nearby. He could see his reflection in it and his eyes narrowed at the sight. “Ahh, could've been worse!” He prodded his ears, noticing for the first time their size. “Look at the ears,” he slightly groaned as he flicked them.

Who cares about your ears and whether they might pick up telly signals in Peru?!” Sylvia shouted, stepping in the way and not caring about the affronted look she got. “Do you really expect us to think this is the first time you've seen yourself in a mirror?!”

The Doctor bit back several comments and retorts. No, she wouldn't believe it. That was why he kept his mouth shut.

Jenny plonked herself in the chair next to the Doctor. “And do you even care that a nice bloke died?!”

The Doctor grabbed a pack of cards that Wilf had left on the table. “I don't like death. Seen too much of it for one lifetime.” Let alone nine, he thought.

His tight tone suggested something particular to Wilf and Geoffrey. A quick silent exchange, and Geoffrey voiced their thought. “You sound like you've seen enough to last several lifetimes.”

The Doctor flinched. He looked down at the cards. “Luck be a lady!” he sang as he shuffled them. Much faster than a human could.

Jenny's irritation faded a bit as she saw him pulling something she'd only seen Commander Data do. That haunted look was back, and more intense than before. “You've lost someone.”

His head whipped up to face hers, his hands dropping the cards on the table.

I don't know who you lost,” Jenny added, trying to make sense of what she sensed. “But it's left a powerful mark on you. There's been a lot – a lot – of loss in your life, and you feel to blame for some of it even though you really made the best choice.”

Sylvia groaned. “What now, Jenny? These little things you say you sense get really annoying.”

She flicked an irritated look at Sylvia. “But I'm right, aren't I?”

The Doctor shifted uncomfortably, unable to look away from this mysterious human girl. “What are you, a high-level psychic?”

Geoffrey shrugged. “Well, she's always had a knack for reading people. And she always knows exactly what time it is. Exactly. I'll show you. Jenny, how long until nine?”

Her answer was crisp and immediate. “Fifteen minutes, twenty seconds, seventeen milliseconds, four hundred microseconds and two thousand and eighty-three nanoseconds."

The Doctor's eyes widened. She wasn't looking at any watch or clock.

As of when you asked the question, Gramps,” Jenny added quietly, not looking away from the Doctor or his priceless reaction. The shocked look on his face was somehow very entertaining despite the circumstances.

A quick look at his watch (not that he needed to, it was just to double-check) and using a rarely used setting confirmed her words. The Doctor's mouth went slack as his gaze slowly returned to her face.

She shrugged uncomfortably. “Yeah, so I'm weird. I tend to hear it from someone every day. Now would you care to explain why I sense that you feel utterly alone?”

He had no idea how to answer that one. How could she know so much?

Only the sound of scuffling behind the the sofa in the living room gave him respite. Java growled suddenly, looking in that direction. While her owners were stunned to see her normally mild manners vanish, the Doctor stood and went into the other room. “What's that then? You got a cat, too?”

Wilf frowned. “No! Sandy died New Year's before last. After my wife died. I couldn't bear to get another cat.”

The Doctor leaned behind the sofa and the dummy's arm from the night before leapt out and grabbed him by the neck. As though it remembered what Mickey had feigned.

Sylvia screamed. Geoffrey and Wilf were frozen stiff.

Jenny blinked as the dog barked wildly. “Mickey chucked that! I heard the clunk in the trash bin!”

The Doctor was being strangled viciously by the hand and he tried – vainly – to fight it off. Unable to believe what was happening.

Jenny grabbed a baseball bat in the corner – she'd kept it from a trip to America where she and her mum had seen a game – and slammed it against the arm. The Doctor was able to throw the hand off, but it flew into midair, seemingly paused a moment, then rushed across the room and attached itself to Sylvia's face. She shrieked like the hounds of hell were upon her.

Geoffrey and Wilf grabbed at the arm, trying to help her pull it off. Jenny froze, hesitating to swing a bat near her gran's face. The Doctor pushed her aside and pulled out his weird sonic device, aiming it at the hand. Java stopped barking, and curled up with a whine. The hand fell away from Sylvia's face into Geoffrey's hands. The Doctor adjusted the settings while the fingers still twitched, until it finally stopped moving.

Sorry about the sonic noise,” the Doctor said to Java. “Had no choice. It's alright, I've stopped it,” he declared. “There you go, you see?” He took it from Geoffrey and tossed it lightly into the air. “'Armless.”

Sylvia narrowed her eyes as she caught her breath. “Do you think?! Be glad it's in your hands or one of us would be slamming that into your shoulder!”

The Doctor made to run out, but Jenny grabbed his arm. “Hold on a minute, don't think you can just go swanning off!”

He frowned. Not the least over her strength. “Yes I can. Here I am, this is me, swanning off. See ya!”

It was Wilf's turn to grab the Doctor's arm. “That plastic arm was moving, it tried to kill me daughter!”

Ten out of ten for observation,” the Doctor grumbled, trying to move away without shaking their perceptions any further.

Listen,” Jenny growled, the Chiswick blasting through in her voice again. “You haven't given me one good reason to explain why I shouldn't talk. Now that my family's seen something of what I saw last night, I think you owe us at least some of the truth. And if I'm psychic then, do you really want to test what else I can sense about you? How come when I pushed you into the kitchen I felt two heartbeats?!”

That stopped his struggles. He clearly hadn't thought she could sense it.

The heartbeats claim shocked Jenny's family. “Who are you?” Sylvia demanded quietly.

I told you! The Doctor.”

Sylvia scoffed. “Yeah. But Doctor what?”

Just the Doctor.”

Sylvia narrowed her eyes. “The Doctor,” she repeated dryly.

He smiled – just a bit. “Hello!” He waved with the arm.

Is that supposed to sound impressive?” she snapped.

He grimaced at her scorn. “Sort of.”

Jenny sighed, vaguely aware that Java was keeping close by and was warily watching the Doctor. “Come on, spit it out! Are you some special police?”

No. I was just passing through. I'm a long way from home.”

By choice?”

The Doctor froze at Wilf's words. He took a deep breath, accepting that he wasn't going anywhere just yet. “High-level psychic powers run in the family. Wonder why it skipped at least one generation. Is your granddaughter psychic?”

Sylvia shifted slightly, grimacing. Did that mean there was something to the weird things her dad talked about sometimes? She hated feeling left out.

Wilf blinked. “Well, that might explain some things about me.” He cleared his throat. “Right, your question. Um, I don't know about Donna, but I've wondered if Jenny is.”

Jenny groaned, and dug her hands into her hair. “Look, are those things after me for a reason or was I just in the wrong place at the wrong time last night? Are they just after you?”

The reasonableness in her tone – there even with the frustration – softened the Doctor's manner. “It was after me, not you. Last night, in the shop, I was there... and you came in seeking your friend, Wilson. Almost ruined the whole thing even with your impressive fighting. Although you very nearly saved yourself without any help. Well done.” He noticed four different get-on-with-it stares – five if the dog was counted – and carried on. “This morning, I was tracking it down, it was tracking me down... I would say the only reason it fixed on you is that you'd met me.”

It was Jenny's turn to scoff. “So, what you're saying is, the entire world revolves around you.”

Sort of, yeah.”

She rolled her eyes. “You're not just full of it – you're swimming in it!”

He narrowed his eyes briefly, clearly unused to this kind of insult. “Sort of, yeah,” he admitted reluctantly.

Wilf interjected, “But, all this plastic stuff – what is it and who else knows about it?”

No one.”

Geoffrey blinked. “What, you're on your own? There's no one else who can deal with this?”

Well, who else is there?” The Doctor eyed them each, one by one, with long-suffering patience. “I mean, you lot, all you do is eat chips, go to bed, and watch telly! When all the time, underneath you, there's a war going on!”

Jenny grabbed the arm from his. “Start from the beginning. You called these things living plastic. I'll buy that for the sake of argument. How did you kill it?”

The Doctor sighed. “I'm only explaining this because I have this sense that I'll be seeing you again soon. That you have some special destiny ahead of you.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Come on!”

He heard the anger in her voice, and really didn't want to find out whether she slapped as hard as her grandmother did. “The thing controlling it projects life into the arm. I cut off the signal, dead.” He waved the arm again.

So that's radio control?” asked Wilf.

Thought control.”

His words were met with silence. Even Sylvia couldn't find anything to say. It was all too much.

Are you alright?” He was mostly addressing Jenny, but he angled his head so it looked like he was asking all of them.

Geoffrey sighed. “Sort of. So, who's controlling it, then?”

Long story.”

Sylvia cleared her throat. “But what's it all for? Clearly someone isn't trying to take over Britain's shops and drive the customers mad with some price war. So what's it all about?!”

The Doctor looked might into her eyes. “They want to overthrow the human race and destroy you. Do you believe me?”

She blinked. “No.”

But you're still listening.” He looked right into her disbelieving, shell-shocked eyes. “I bet it's because your granddaughter has known about strange things throughout her life. Perhaps your father, too.” He took advantage of the shock to shake off the hands on his arms and move away, opening the door.

Wilf shook his head. “Really though, Doctor. Tell us – who are you? Are you one of them aliens?”

He froze, not looking back. Not daring to.

Is this threat from aliens?”

He turned back around, thinking a long moment about how to answer that. “Do you know like we were saying? About the Earth revolving?” He walked back to stand right next to Jenny, but he addressed all of them. “It's like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it because everything looks like it's standing still.” He looked right at Jenny. “I can feel it.” He took Jenny's hand, continuing over the utter silence. “The turn of the Earth.” His eyes became distant, looking away toward the open door, to the world outside. “The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me. Clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go...” He let go of her hand and slowly met her eyes again. “That's who I am. Now, forget me, Jenny Noble.” he implored quietly.

Plastic arm in his other hand, he stared at her as he backed out of the house. “Stay out of this. You're meant for something important, so don't do anything to attract their attention.” He walked away then.

Jenny watched his retreating back, trying to piece together the mysterious puzzle as silence reigned around her. Suddenly she found herself in her gran's arms.

Sylvia was trying to not shake. “Jenny, if you ever see that man again, promise me you'll run the other way. Promise me!”

Jenny surprised them both by pulling away, gently. “I know reason says I should, but my heart says he's going to need help.” She hurried outside and stopped when she saw the Doctor unlock the same blue box she saw the night before and step inside.

Aye aye!” Wilf quietly exclaimed, having stepped behind Jenny. The others were right next to him. “Where did that come from?! And how can he fit in one of those?”

I saw that last night,” Jenny muttered. “Just as I was getting in the-”

All further talk was halted by grinding, wheezing, and whooshing sounds. A strong breeze blew their way. Their eyes grew wider as the blue box vanished before them, taking the breeze with it.

Jenny looked at the empty space, and then around. “No one else seemed to have heard it. How the hell is that possible?!” She turned back to look at her shocked family. “I can't let that go unexamined!” She rushed inside to her computer.

The others looked at each other helplessly. There was no talking Jenny out of this now, Sylvia realised. Not with her own father supporting this.

Truth be told, she was a bit curious, too. She just didn't want to admit to it.

Jenny sighed as she turned on the computer – which was actually her mum's – and waited for it to wake up. The screen came back, showing her mother's favourite 80s picture of Simon Le Bon and Stephen Duffy as the background. She'd finally been able to stop rolling her eyes over the visual proof of her mother's biggest teenage crushes about three years ago. There didn't seem to be one gal of her mother's generation at that time who hadn't been obsessed with at least one member of Duran Duran. And if one of them wasn't Simon, they were evidently called two-timers. Weird.

What do I type?” she wondered aloud. “'Doctor' is too generic. What about 'Doctor' and 'living plastic'?” She clicked on the E at the top left corner, watched the browser appear, and she typed it in to her personal search engine. Not that 'search-wise.net' thing most kids her age used. She'd figured out something more comprehensive and organised. She frowned when nothing that looked even remotely relevant appeared – not any of the weird results. Super fast speed reading helped.

Sighing, she thought a moment more. “Let's try...'Doctor Blue Box.' Oh, should I add 'alien'?” She frowned, and shrugged. “Try it without first.”

The first result caught her attention. She read it aloud: "Doctor Who - do you know this man? Contact Clive here..."

Intrigued, she clicked on it and it brought her to a webpage. A photograph of the person who called himself the Doctor – with the surroundings completely blurred – told her she was on the right track. Right alongside the picture was the following: 'Have you seen this man? Contact Clive.'

She clicked on the link. “You know, Doctor,” she muttered aloud, not caring if he could hear as she rapidly typed her reason for contacting into the box. “If you wanted to run into someone who doesn't ask questions, you shouldn't try your song and dance without checking whether you were talking to the daughter of the best temp in Chiswick and therefore all of Britain.” She sent it and leaned back, arms folded in satisfaction. She would have some answers soon!

Chapter 4: The Shrine of the Doctors


( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 10th, 2012 12:31 am (UTC)
I keep picturing Donna with this look on her face when she finds out what she missed, sorry *snicker*

Oh my goodness, I don't know if I -can- do a proper 'new' review this time! I'll try though :)

Oh yes Gran, just come over and nag. Nag nag nag...it's going to be an issue one of these days, I can tell. Your husband and father are both unnerved a bit by the increase. (I also made an icon about it :) ) (Still, lots better than the original 'waking up the next day' scene. More stuff happening, and there's actual interacting with family members, not just aimless chat)

Breakfast chat was interesting, and we learnt more about Jenny. And how scary-smart she is, and some of her other talents. And oh, they've got a dog - good therapy, dogs :) (Cats are slightly better, but only slightly, cos they purr :) )

Ahh, cat-flap. No longer needed because the cat died :( Oh, but there's mystery man again - and getting shocked cos he got dragged inside! No escape for you now, Doctor! You've got the most curious girl in the world, the world-champion nagger and two curious gents on your case! You're stuck explaining more than you wanted to, neener! And for afters, you get shocked, assaulted by an arm with no body, and glared at. *snicker* (In comparison, we learned nearly nothing about Rose when he arrived, she was damn near useless when the arm attacked, and I don't quite remember, but I think she found out less than Jenny did. Less persistent? Not sure) (And why was the souvenir baseball bat in the living room, but Wilf would've had to leave the room to get the cricket bat? Puzzling...but I love how she swatted the arm with the bat :D)

And question about Jenny's middle name, answered! Aurora, lovely! :)

That was a good attempt Gran made to keep her granddaughter safe...too bad it was spoilt by the mysteriously disappearing box. Even she knows it's pointless to try and keep Jenny from investigating -that- mystery. And I do wish she had her own computer...still, Simon LeBon was -hot- in the Eighties, she can learn to appreciate good-looking men, even if they are in currently ridiculous clothes :P Aaand, found someone who knows about the Doctor, clever girl! (in opposition, I don't think Rose was driven by more than 'something tried to kill me and the man who knows about it just swanned off', and she had to go kill time and talk Mickey out of his computer. Still, same results in the end. Only without concerned parent to try and keep her from further investigations.)

Loved this one too! Can't wait for the next! *fidgets* Is it tomorrow yet? ;D
Aug. 10th, 2012 07:24 am (UTC)
Well, that icon will be Donna's reaction... in a while. ;D

There will be something on this. Much, much later in the series. Be patient - I still have a lot to write/rewrite.

Well, purring is nice, I'll admit. I'm just a dog person, and I got the impression that Donna was one in canon. Besides, here Eileen was the cat person and the cat (Sandy) died after she did. Poor Wilf couldn't bear to have another. :(

Hey, don't forget being sniffed by a dog who clearly figured out a few things about you! :P And slapped. ;D (Yes, we really learned nothing about Rose other than they might've had a cat a while ago and that she thinks nothing about risking other lives to get the info she wants. She tried to say she'd start talking and that any lives lost would be on his shoulders. Didn't work. Too bad Nine forgot about that...)

Eh, Jenny's sports equipment might be kept in easier reach. And perhaps Wilf doesn't care for baseball, so he forgot about that. :)

I was stuck over that detail, and then I remembered back to the opening of the Disney version of Sleeping Beauty: "Yes, they named her after the dawn, for she filled their lives with sunshine." Since Jenny is the sunshine of Donna's life it seemed perfect. :D

Yeah, I see Sylvia as overprotective. Seems a fitting reaction to Donna's stunt at age six. Besides, only child of her only child. But yeah, she's smart enough to know she shouldn't even try to stop her now. :)

Well, there can be a weird thing about realizing you and your mom think the same guy is hot. She might not YET have decided that about Simon - took me until age 20 to get why women still liked Richard Dean Anderson, and I got it from watching Stargate! :D And yes, Jenny has probably made considerable fun over the clothing in the 80s - and asked her mum how was it possible that no one seemed to see that George Michael was gay. :P

Oh, Rose was stupid even in that search. You could tell she doesn't use the computer or the Internet much. I mean, you learn pretty quick that some things will produce too many results. Just typing "Doctor"?! Really?! What did RTD want us to think about her smarts? *throws hands in the air*

Anyway... will post more later today, if I get the chance. Got to do a final pass over the next chapter - which should crack you up in places. ;D
Aug. 10th, 2012 12:02 pm (UTC)
Oh, yes. This is much more fulfilling and logical and intelligent than anything that happened in "Rose"! Jenny is not fool, and neither are Sylvia, Geoff and, especially Wilf. I especially love the fact that family interaction did not include any of the creepy female perving that we saw in the aforementioned episode. I eventually learned to like Jackie, but that first time, I thought she was a total tramp and wasn't surprised her daughter was too.

There are a lot of little curious touches in this. The reference to Donna working for Health & Safety. (hmmm!) Jenny's strength and her need to curtail it. Java's reaction to both Jenny's and the Doctor's smell. Her time sense. All very interesting!

Can't wait to see where you take this!

Aug. 10th, 2012 12:30 pm (UTC)
Nope, no fools here. :D Um, yeah, that moment had me flinching when I watched. My gosh, Jackie had let her loss mess her over big time. No wonder Rose turned out the way she did. Ugh.

Eh, maybe that past job of Donna's will make another appearance. Maybe. We'll see. :)
Aug. 12th, 2012 07:52 am (UTC)

LOVE that Wilf and Jenny are psychic and it definitely seems that Donna is too since she can at least feel her daughter's emotions...and tell when someone's trying to lie to her. man I can hardly wait for the Doctor to meet Donna since Jenny thinks her mom is more intense than she and her grandma are.

oh...Donna will probably slap the Doctor a good bit won't she?

wonder if Jenny will drag Mickey into this*or if he'll put himself into it* or if he'll remain oblivious and maybe in danger from the plastic thingies.

Aug. 12th, 2012 02:38 pm (UTC)
Glad you're having a good time reading this. :)

Well, Donna is more intense in a way. She's had to raise a child on her own (barring support from parents and grandparents), and she had experiences that drove her to create her own business.

You'll see. :) On both counts. :)
Aug. 13th, 2012 12:16 am (UTC)
OMG - a time sense! and she's psychic! and she could hear the TARDIS! and she felt his double heartbeat! and...

*deep breath*

That scene with Nine is superb! I love it for the way Nine reacted to Jenny and for her alienness (is it really an actual word?) - I'm a big fan of pretty much anything that explores how different the aliens (especially the Doctor) really are. And you do it very well!
Aug. 13th, 2012 11:50 am (UTC)
Hey, Wilf's psychic. Remember that. :)

Breathe! :D

I loved it when I wrote it. Oh, thank you! :D
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