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When; January 19 evening-ish
Rating; PG-13 maybe erring close to R?
Characters; Donna Noble

stopbleepingme Jenny

generated_anomaly The Doctor

am_i_being_rude, The Doctor

leathered, Rose Tyler

iwasherefirst
Summary; Someone has to tell Rose how Jenny even exists. Someone else has to eavesdrop
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Rose is, quite frankly, glad she was on her way home when Jenny arrived in the City. She's not sure she could have continued to function at work. Right now, she's shocked, absolutely angry, hurt and she feels a bit guilty about all of that. Jenny seems sweet, like someone she'd get along with--will get along with. It's certainly not Jenny's fault that her father is a lying, man-slut--backtrack. She doesn't know that. She's got to give him a chance to explain himself, doesn't she? Of course she does. There's probably a perfectly good reason why he didn't tell her that between the time she got lost and the time she found him again, he had a daughter. She can't think of what that reason would be right now but...there's surely one.

In any case, she is pacing the living room, oh so beautifully painted like the console room of the TARDIS, and trying to come up with a rational, calm response to him.

Because rational and calm are words everyone uses to describe Rose Tyler

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Jenny is still talking the Doctor's ear off when they enter the apartment. Chatting about why elephants shouldn't be discriminated against for their size. They can't help being so big, can they? That's just how they were.

The moment she's in the living room though, she's looking aorun wide-eyed at the paint job. "Oh, this looks like nothing I've ever seen before. It's really pretty and interesting." And then to Rose, a smile. "Hello, Rose Tyler. Do you live here?"

And he's very interested and a little amused and completely smitten with the conversation and how much feeling the elephant seems to have engendered within her in such a short period of time, even though it's honestly not a subject he can say he ever would have thought himself having a conversation about. Perhaps that's where the smitten comes in a bit.

Jenny's reaction to the flat's interior decor is similarly mixed-feelings time. Very happy she's so enthusiastic about... apparently everything, but she really never had gotten the chance to see the TARDIS properly, had she? But it's the mixed feelings and the general shock of seeing her still that mean he looks over at Rose and notices just then that she was apparently just standing in the living room. Maybe she was pretending she was in the console room. He's done that a few times since they painted it. 'Rose! You two have apparently already met. Look! Jenny!'

Rose can't help but smile a little at Jenny, despite how angry she is. She nods a bit. "Yeah, I live here with the Doctor. S'posed to be like the TARDIS console room. Bit of the familiar y'know."

Oh, Doctor. He would and when he does that Rose probably just goes about her business and lets him pretend.

"Talked to her on the device a bit." That's to the Doctor and then back to Jenny. "Glad he got you out of the elephant cage all right."

And then back to the Doctor, eyebrow arching up. "Think we ought to talk, yeah?"

If he doesn't get the point, she will literally drag him out of the room into another one by one hand.

Well, now that she knows that the odd paint job is done like the TARDIS console room, she's even more interested in it. She walks over to the wall and rests her palm flat against it. "Oh, I would have been alright. The fence of the cage was easily scalable. Surprised it keeps a big elephant in when it can probably run right through it. Funny elephant, just standing there."

She turns to look back at the two; to Rose, to Dad, to Rose, to Dad. She hasn't the slightest what's going on but she suddenly feels as if she's walked in on or interrupted something. "Well you two get on with it, whatever it is. I can wait."

It sounds sensible. And at first it is. But then within a matter of seconds she realizes that this is probably about her. And it might not be good. Rose Tyler lives here with her Dad? Her conclusion, they don't want her here. "I could go out for a walk about."

That's... not a good look. He's not sure what that look is about, but he is fairly certain something's wrong. Consider the point gotten. He looks at Rose for a couple of moments more, trying to work out what it is, then looks back over at Jenny.

'No, it's okay. We'll be right back.' Because she just got here and regardless of whatever this is he's not having her leaving again that quickly.

And then back to Rose and going with her into the other room. 'What's wrong?'

"S'fine," Rose rushes to assure Jenny before they leave the room. Jenny isn't the problem. "Try out the hammock bed. It's lovely."

Once in the other room. She watches the Doctor with a bit of a 'you're kidding, right' look. She has her arms crossed over her chest.

"Seriously? You show up with a daughter that you've had sometime since you left me in that sealed universe," yes, it's left right now. She's angry. Her voice is probably a bit louder than necessary at this moment. She's going to go from arms crossed over her chest to pointing her finger at him and punctuating all her insults with a poke to his chest.

"So you tell me what's wrong, Mr. I-haven't-had-sex-in-a-very-long-while." Except she's probably not going to give him the chance since she's angry and on a roll.

"And Jenny, she seems lovely." This is sincere at least. "Except her Dad is a bloody, huge man-slut. How's that for 'what's wrong'?"

A little louder please Rose he's not totally sure everyone heard that. And don't think that 'left' is going unnoticed. There's a somewhat instinctive glance to the door to make sure that, yes, it is closed, and then full attention back to the woman currently poking at him in what feels like multiple manners.

'I didn't do or leave anyone, and what on earth is a "man-slut"? That hardly even makes sense.'

"Oh you want to start talkin' 'bout people you did? Fine! Alien-slut! Doesn't matter in this case. All amounts to the same thing, Doctor! You lied to me. S'not like I even would've cared. Don't want to know details but would've been sort of pot and kettle of me to be angry. You didn't have to tell me it'd been 'a long while'. Or maybe our definitions of a long while are different. Would've thought yours would have been skewed in the other direction of 'long while' though!"

She's really probably not making any of this anymore clear. Sorry about that. She's not residing in the land of rational right now.

'There's no one to talk about!'

That is exasperation. There have been a lot of sudden emotions today and on top of that, he's really not ever that fond of being told he lied when he didn't. He's not fond of being told he lied when he actually did either, but having not done it just makes it more annoying.

'She's fully grown - doesn't that ring any alarm bells? Fully grown with a child's enthusiasm. She wasn't born, Rose, she was created. From me. Just me. Rearrangement of haploids from diploids with ridiculously accelerated growth.' At this point he's not sure whether he wants to step towards her to stem the anger or back off and cool it down, so he's settled for shifting his weight and shoving his hands in his pockets to keep them occupied.

Oh. Well that..."How am I s'posed to know what Time Lord kids are like! Maybe you're born full grown!"

She has a point. Or at least she thinks she has a point but now that she's had time to process everything she said to him, she feels horribly guilty.

"M'sorry. I thought--well...that you'd had a daughter with somebody the normal sorta way." She buries her face in her hands. "M'sorry. Shouldn't have called you a man slut, or alient slut or any kinda..." She sighs, saying the last a bit under her breath, "slut."

He's just going to casually not respond to that first part. Although she really shouldn't feel that guilty. In all honesty it wasn't an irrational conclusion. After a moment he steps toward her and gently pulls at her hands.

'I don't do anything the normal way. It's entirely plausible, isn't it? I mean who doesn't want this? Think of all the letters Santa is getting.' Because it didn't take years and universe breaking to happen with her.

She sighs and lets him take her hands. Really her anger is like a flash fire, especially when directed at him. She is going to continue to pout for a moment. She smirks at him and shakes her head.

"Entirely plausible, yeah." She sticks her tongue out at him, swinging their hands now. "Santa can just throw those letters away."

He builds on the playfulness that's coming back in to things, making a face at her as he responds. 'Throw them away? Ridiculous. I need those.'

Because he would of course know exactly what to do with himself if anyone but her wrote letters to Santa. Although he does have something else that bears mentioning. 'I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I honestly thought it wouldn't ever be a thing.'

"Line the rabbit cages with?" She smirks and is absolutely not amused that he should think he needs those letters.

She takes a deep breath and nods, quiet for a moment. "It's okay. We've been sorta busy with the now and haven't really talked 'bout the things that happened then." Then of course being when they were in different universes.

She smiles a bit at him. "Ought to go back out there and hug her. Me, I mean. She's goin' to think I don't like her."

That gets a laugh. 'Yeah. That's precisely the sort of reading they'd probably prefer weeing on. Bit more appropriate anyway.' Not that whatever they are lining them with is likely any better, particularly if it's newspaper.

'Yeah. Now's better anyway. Who'd want to?'

He tilts his head a bit at her. 'I thought you two had already talked? You seemed friendly.'

Oh he gets a good smile out of her with that. She even leans up on tiptoe, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Lots better."

She glances toward the door and nods. "We talked on the device. I sorta...went radio silence 'bout the time she said you were her dad."

Lots of wincing at that. "She seems fantastic though. Bit better now that I know what happened."

He gives her hands a squeeze - more affirmation, reassurance, whathaveyou, than whatever he would have considered saying, and without adding the increased gravitas that actually addressing the comment would likely bring. He recalls her having vaguely the same reaction the first time she'd learned he'd been a father, although obviously in the wake of the following events and the absence of said children, this sort of encounter hadn't been necessary. Or maybe it had been and that was why it was happening now.

'Oh, she is. You two'll get along: brave, brilliant, blonde, bit too optimistic for your own good - granted that's not much by way of conversational similarities but I'm sure something'll turn up.'

The affirmation is nice and yes, addressing the comment will bring on all kinds of emotions that really they've dealt with in as much as they're likely to be dealt with. Rehashing those won't do anything for either of them really. Shocked and a little angry despite knowing she's got no right to either of those reactions, yes. She knows his life didn't start the day he met her but most of the time it's not in her face quite so much. In this case, yes, the presence of said children does make this sort of thing necessary. They handled it fairly well though, or so it seems.

"She's bits of you. I get along with and even love all the bits of you."

To some degree he's really just hoping they'll get along because one, it would be so much easier, and b, obviously it makes him and all normal people happy when people they love also like one another. To most other degrees he honestly does think they will. It's a very acute-obtuse-respectively relationship, degree-wise.

'You do! That bodes well. C'mon then, you two ought to properly meet, not on the network, and not when one of you is angry with me. Preferably neither one of you ever will be again, but ahh wouldn't that be nice and utterly boring.'

Rose snickers a bit at that, dropping one of his hands to lead him out of the room.

"So you hopin' for me to never get angry again or wantin' it just when you're bored?"

[ooc: and I'm going to go ahead and put another thread down there open to Jenny or whomever with the proper introduction sort of thing. I'm curious as to how he's going to introduce her because I'm mean like that]

'Nei--...' He considers. 'Ther. Pretty sure neither. Somehow.'

[..He was probably going to say 'Jenny this is Rose, even though you've already met', which is now a terrible let down. I honestly don't know.]

Sorry, Doctor, pretty sure that's part of this whole thing.

[Such a let down but that's okay. It does make the most sense.]

'Yeah, wellll... You know. ... I have no idea, open the door so we can.. do meetings or what have you.'

[ooc: perhaps I can get a 'and this is my -... rose. this is my rose.' type thing.]

The Doctor heard the door slam and there was nothing for it: he had to go meet her. He had to see. He'd been tinkering about aimlessly in the room he sort of shared with the other Doctor, who was obviously out, but he hadn't been accomplishing anything of note, his mind wandering. To not be the last...

He wasn't sure if he should interrupt though. Maybe this was an... emotional family reunion or something, although if he judged by the way Rose's anger was crowding the apartment, probably not. She hadn't been told Jenny existed, had she? The Doctor, this Doctor, wasn't very pleased about not being told either, but he was surprised Rose was so mad.

He could hear the two adults disappear into the next room. Jenny didn't follow. Well, better that she wasn't alone, right? She might decide to liberate the hammock or something.

So he popped into the living room, adjusting his jacket.

"There you are, hello."

Jenny wasn't at all sure that she shouldn't go on that walk that she had offered to go on. She could hear the raised voices from the room that her dad and Rose Tyler had disappeared into and knew that they were because of her. She didn't really like being the cause of turmoil for her dad, not in this way. And honestly, as naive as she was about such things, she couldn't quite understand the anger and upset either.

She was shifting her weight from foot to foot uneasily and teetering on the edge of disappearing for awhile when she heard another presence in the room. She turned and recognized his face from the video screen and her worried eyes turned bright and excited again.

Meeting her dad in person, this was worth being excited over!

"Hello, Da-... Doctor!" She offered him a short wave and bounces once lightly on the toes of her feet before going still to keep from going over to hug him. Now probably wasn't hugging time. The tension from the other room said no hugging.

"Think there's a bit of a problem, aside from the elephant." The brightness in her eyes starts to wane again and she tilts her head in the direction of the bedroom the voices are coming from. "Me."

"Well," the Doctor said, sounding uncomfortable. "I think the problem is, he never told anyone of us about you. Might be in there yelling at him myself if Rose weren't doing my job. 'S kind of a big thing, having a daughter you didn't know about."

He shook his head. He'd ask what his future self was thinking, but he really had no idea, and if he had no idea, it was pretty safe to assume no one did but himself. Ach, pronouns.

"I think most people don't talk much about dead people. He probably thought I was dead, seeing as I was dead when he last saw me. Took a bullet from a gun aimed at him." She remembers the way he had held her as she'd died. It had been foreign, the fact that someone would care for her more than as a chess piece in a game of war. But she'd known then that she had proven she was more than a soldier to him, more than an echo of him.

"When I woke up he was gone. I took off in a spaceship to do the things Donna told me he did. Lots of running about." She smiles again. "I like the running about."

She woke up from being dead... So she could regenerate too. She really was a Time Lady, then. How a machine could have cloned the Doctor properly, to that degree, was something amazing, especially since she was enough of a different person that they hardly looked related.

"Good thing, too, because we do a lot of it. The running," he said.

And without another word, he crossed the room and opened his arms to give her a hug.

She knows what that gesture means, and without any hesitation she closes the gap between them and wraps her arms firmly around his waist in a tight hug. She really needed hugs right now for some reason. Maybe because she was here and already causing problems with Rose Tyler, someone who was obviously somebody to her dad.

So dad hugs right now are good. They make her feel better. And she isn't letting go for a bit, okay? Okay. "Does this mean I get to call you dad too? Because we're from the same stock, you and I. Even if I'm shorter and a girl. We can still be a family. People have those, families."

Donna Noble does not knock. Especially not when an old friend who is supposed to be dead has arrived and whisked off by the Doctor without even so much as an attempt to meet up. So you can sure bet she blusters right in, having ditched the Welcome Center in a rush.

She's out of breath, but that doesn't stop her from rushing right over and joining the group hug. Donna's own family just keeps getting bigger and she'll be damned if she's not going to jump right in and enjoy it.

"Oi, did I say you could join the party?" the Doctor protests, but not that stringently. He grins at Donna. Hugs are good. The Doctor might be prickly, but that didn't mean he disliked hugs. Especially when someone seems to need one.

"If you'd like. It can't be any more confusing than calling us both Doctor," he answers Jenny. "Never thought I'd have anything like a family again. Between all of you here, I've gone all domestic." He makes a face, but doesn't seem to be seriously upset.

She was just settling into that hug, ready to draw it out as long as possible when in came Donna. There was just no end to the exciting things happening today, really. She literally bounces from hugging her dad to hugging Donna with a big smile on her lips.

"Donna Noble! I have two dads and a you! It's the best surprise, being here. A surprise full of surprises, really." She leans back to look between Donna and her Dad. "Do you both live here too? With my Dad and Rose Tyler? That would be perfect. We should all live here. I don't need too much sleep!"

Donna ignores Prince's question, but not his presence, giving him a light shove to the shoulder before wrapping her arms around Jenny as if she'll never let go. She can't help the tears springing to her eyes to begin with, so when Jenny speaks, she's got to pull away to wipe at her face.

She should know better, she knows about the whole 'time sensitivity' thing, and especially about spoilers, but Donna's too overwhelmed to actually use what must pass for a brain in this ginger head of hers.

"But-- you're-- I saw, you were--" Oh, and too much distress, Donna looks to the Doctor. "She's!"

Nope, words are still not coming. In lieu of them, she dives in for another hug, and not too discreetly tries to feel if Jenny's skin is ice cold, and look for those two heartbeats.

"I live here. For the moment, anyway. Donna's elsewhere. Needs a break from all the Time Lord vigor, I suppose," he said, eyes twinkling with amusement.

"She regenerated," the Doctor said, because it was obvious what was bothering Donna, and he still thought it was pretty nifty himself. He steps back a little, crossing his arms and letting them be affectionate. They deserved a bit of space, clearly. Not that he was going anywhere.

Jenny is more than happy to let Donna attempt to get her words out and even more more than happy to keep on hugging. But at the mention of her dad living here too? Well, she leans her head back just a bit and looks over to him excitedly. "It's the best feeling having a family to live with. I've never had a family."

Of course she's never done a lot of things, most things actually. So every experience aside from fighting in a war, learning that war isn't all there is, and being shot... well everything besides that is a brand new experience. Now she just has to convince Donna to live here too. And Martha if she ever visits here. Then everyone she's ever met and everyone she cares about can be under one roof.

...they might need a bigger house so Donna can shut her door sometimes.

She turns back to Donna. "You should be living here too. I can just sleep on that bit of cloth over there." Yes, she means the hammock. "And you can..." She's looking around the small apartment, the wheels turning in her mind as she tries to figure something out that would work. When she can't come up with anything, she looks hopefully to her dad for help.

She looks at Prince when he answers her question, and then back to Jenny with a wide grin and only more tears in her eyes. She can't help but let loose a rather undignified guffaw at Jenny's suggestions and then sober up to point very seriously at both her and the Doctor.

"Over my dead body you'll sleep in a hammock! Don't you dare let that happen! You deserve a bed and a room to yourself, if I have anything to do with it!"

And it's now, that she wants to yell at Rose and the Doctor, that she looks confused. "Where are they, anyway?" As if the they in question should be obvious.

Rose wanders back into the main room a bit sheepishly, squeezing the Doctor's hand in hers as her eyes find Jenny and she smiles a bit at her.

She feels guilty now that everything is squared away. She waves a little at the Doctor she wasn't fighting with and at Donna.

"Got everything sorta straightened away."

The Doctor just needed to be yelled at and then have a chance to explain. Or something like that. It's good for him.

He, on the other hand, appears entirely back to normal; happy and ready for greetings and not at all like someone who was just yelled at immediately upon returning home.

'Donna! Hi! Look! I assume you all have had introductions, and even though you two have met, Jenny, Rose; Rose, Jenny. Both very important people. For vastly different reasons.'

For all the nonchalance he is still watching for reactions. He's not sure how his other self is going to feel about her, particularly given Rose's response.

[ooc: idk if I'm supposed to go here but I only have like four tags so have me anyway.]

Well, Jenny is still a little hesitant. There was a lot of yelling in that other room, after all. And it was obvious what it was about. Although now that they've come out holding hands and her dad is smiling and happy that does go a long way toward making it seem as if everything might be okay between him and this Rose, despite Jenny's being present in this place.

She clasps her hands behind her back, rocking back from her toe to her heel and to her toes again. Her eyes light up with very nearly the same excitement her Dads so often seem to illuminate. It's a new beginning, and maybe Rose will like her now. And maybe she can stay here where there are familiar people about. Maybe.

"Hello Rose! I like meeting all my Dad's friends in person." She glances down to the joined hands, over to Donna, over to her other dad. "Only it seems a bit more friendly, yeah? That's what holding hands with someone who isn't family means?"

And then to Donna. "Does he hold your hand too?" Oh, curiosity... she has it.

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Nine and Jenny; open for interruptions later

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Open Thread Post fighting HI!

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