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Spoilers, Doctor... [Closed]
There was a far overdue meeting in order.
Luckily for the Doctor it seemed that the Observation Deck was relatively empty at this time, for there were multiple practices and other such matters that the rest of the crew was attending to. Not that he wouldn’t have enjoyed the company during his wait, or at all; on a good day he might overhear a fair number of personal stories, fascinating snippets of crewmembers’ lives that could be rearranged and put together to form an elaborate collage of relationships and talents, all useful, all at least mildly intriguing and worth the memory that they used. But then again, these quiet reprieves could be harnessed to create these woven fabrics and potential strategies—and there was always the anticipation of getting to know a bit about his own future.
This was what happened to be going through the Doctor’s mind as he paced about the back wall, peering expectantly through the giant windows and staring into the Void as if he pondered jumping in himself. For several ponderous moments he leaned sharply forward, hands clasped behind his back, hovering in front of the clear membrane; then his nose pressed against it, he blinked at the curious texture and abruptly straightened, spinning on his heel to investigate something else slightly more responsive. Ooh—like that interesting little device that someone from Engineering must’ve left behind! Perhaps we’ll know what it does if we give it a good poke!...
Luckily for the Doctor it seemed that the Observation Deck was relatively empty at this time, for there were multiple practices and other such matters that the rest of the crew was attending to. Not that he wouldn’t have enjoyed the company during his wait, or at all; on a good day he might overhear a fair number of personal stories, fascinating snippets of crewmembers’ lives that could be rearranged and put together to form an elaborate collage of relationships and talents, all useful, all at least mildly intriguing and worth the memory that they used. But then again, these quiet reprieves could be harnessed to create these woven fabrics and potential strategies—and there was always the anticipation of getting to know a bit about his own future.
This was what happened to be going through the Doctor’s mind as he paced about the back wall, peering expectantly through the giant windows and staring into the Void as if he pondered jumping in himself. For several ponderous moments he leaned sharply forward, hands clasped behind his back, hovering in front of the clear membrane; then his nose pressed against it, he blinked at the curious texture and abruptly straightened, spinning on his heel to investigate something else slightly more responsive. Ooh—like that interesting little device that someone from Engineering must’ve left behind! Perhaps we’ll know what it does if we give it a good poke!...
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Five thought Jenny was speaking gibberish and, quite frankly, she thought the same of him. She raised her eyebrows at him, "What kind of Time Lord jurisdiction can there possibly be? You, my dad, whatever other versions of you appear---you're the only Time Lords left. Don't you just, sort of, make your own jurisdiction? Don't you make the rules?" It had certainly seemed that way on Messaline. The only rules her dad seemed to follow there were his own, based on his own moral code, his own particular way of living.
Jenny's hearts pounded as Five spoke of their relationship to one another, how, as he was a part of her dad, he was a part of her as well. But it was obvious to her that he didn't want to pressure her into anything, didn't want to make her feel as if they had to consider each other related in any way. She spoke softly, "I only got to know my dad for a day. I was born in the middle of a war and, my dad being the man he is, he wanted to end it. He was so confusing to me at times. I was born to be a fighter, to use violence, and he detested it so much... I learned a lot from him. How to solve my problems without hurting anyone, just using my mind..." She paused, "My dad did end the war, though our General wasn't particularly happy about it. He tried to kill my dad, tried to shoot him... And I stepped in front of the bullet. He didn't know that I was going to come back to life... I didn't know..."
Jenny looked into Five's eyes now, "Stacy has given me the chance to know my dad. And now she's given me the chance to know you, too. And I want to. I want you to be a part of our family."
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The Doctor squinted at her. Just for a moment he opened his mouth, ready to question—then he thought better of it and abruptly changed track. These were dangerous waters in which he was treading, learning about future events that were, by all means, pertinent to his continuing survival (most events were regardless), but what was his business in what his future incarnations had to deal with? Five wouldn't tell any of his younger selves about important events in his current lifetime, and even then, it was like...cheating. Only cheating with Time means dealing with an unforgiving time vortex that has a way of getting back at those that wrong it.
So instead he smiled and dodged a glance at the giant windows behind Jenny's head. “Er—yes. Yes I suppose I do, in a manner of speaking. Sometimes it surprises me how well I manage to get away with that.”
He paused. New information was steadily absorbed and the Doctor found himself biting his lip, looking and feeling quite concerned yet bizarrely enlightened. Ten hadn't exactly gone into detail about Jenny's origins, other than she was made via progenation machine, so this was good to know. Good but...troubling. No wonder she was so attached to him. In that sort of a situation, imprinted with that sole mindset that everyone not labeled as a friendly was out to kill you, that everyone you were around was bound to die within your short life...he must've been the only one to show her any compassion.
After a while the Doctor sighed. Slowly he extended a hand to place on Jenny's shoulder. “I do, too. And I get the impression that we'll have plenty of time to establish this.”
Whether or not that was a good thing depended greatly on perspective and one's ultimate goal upon the meatship, but you get the idea.