She laid in her bed in her flat. It was 4 in the morning and she couldn't sleep yet again. Her mind raced. About work, her father, her b***h of a mother and Jack. Always Jack. Captian Jack Harkness.
"You know, you are an a**!" she said to know one in particular. Little did she know, she wasn't alone.
"I'm what?" said The Doctor.
"Not you, Jack and what are doing here dad!" she yelled.
"No reason. Thought I would drop by and see my daughter," replied the Doctor.
"No reason, yeah right."
"Well, alright, you got me there. I came to see if you could get the drunk off my ship. I have something I want to investigate and I can't bloody well do it with him on there."
An hour later...
"Come on Jack, let's go home?"
"Vixie?" asked Jack.
"Yes Jack, it's me."
"Why'd you come?" he said as he slowly sat up off the floor.
"My father asked me," she replied as she jerked him up.
"He asked or you came because you can't resite me," he smiled.
"Let's just do. Drunk people and time travel don't mix well."
"Can we go to your place?"
"It's closer than yours."
"I love you," he said as he leaned on her.
"Yeah and I love you too," but she knew he didn't mean it.
You will start somewhere around here.
