InsaneJournal

WHO: Ianto Jones and Jenny
WHAT: Killing Toclafane.
WHEN: [Backdated] Not long before this.
WHERE: The streets of Colligo.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Running on adrenaline and a virtually unending supply of Time Lord energy, Jenny hadn't stopped, hadn't even slowed down, in days. She was covered in dirt and ash - doing her best not to think about what the ashes had once been - and her clothing was ripped to virtual tatters.To say that she was in a good mood would be lying. To say that her mood had improved since learning of the death of one of her fathers would, also, be lying. However the desire to obliterate the Toclafane, to not at least attempt to reason with them even if such efforts continued to fall on deaf ears, had finally passed. Somewhere around the sixth or seventh hour she had felt the anger switch to sorrow and had realized that her dad was right. Killing the Toclafane wasn't going to undo any of the damage they'd done thus far. It wasn't going to make things better and it certainly wasn't going to bring anyone back to life again. Not to mention, Jenny knew that the version of her dad who had been killed wouldn't approve of a violent reaction anymore than the one still living did.

Of course, that didn't mean Jenny had stopped fighting. As mentioned, she hadn't even slowed down. She had simply switched her strategy. She'd gone from a vengeance seeking soldier to, well, her father's daughter. And this time she had vowed to stay that way.

So for the past few days, Jenny had been saving people. Anyone she came across, anyone who was hiding or injured or overwhelmed by insurmountable odds in what felt like a no-win situation, she did her best to help them all. Before, when she'd first met her dad, Jenny had wondered why people were so willing to follow along after him through all sorts of situations. Now, though, she thought she understood it a bit better. People, above all else, wanted to live. They would listen to just about anyone who was able to make that happen and, she discovered relatively quickly, they would even follow along with only minimal stupid questions being asked if the person trying to save them had already proved themselves capable of doing so. In short, Jenny had managed to gather, however inadvertently, a relative following of locals who owed her their very lives. A nice thing to have, she supposed, when this was all said and done but it made helping others a bit difficult when she had people who wanted to stay close out of some belief her very proximity was keeping the Toclafane at bay.

Fortunately, she had managed to get the latest ragtag group she'd gathered to the clinic. She was making her way back down the street toward a large cluster of spheres she'd spotted earlier when she noticed someone else up ahead. Hefting up the gun created by none other than the Nikola Tesla - or, at least, one of the ones he'd made that she'd tweaked a bit - Jenny took aim at a Toclaphane that had appeared behind the man while three more came at him from in front. "Oi!" she called out, "no cheating!" Then she fired, barely waiting for the electricity to reach the sneaky sphere before jogging closer to the rest of the action. Recognizing the man under attack at Ianto Jones, she stopped when she was close enough to help if needed but not so close she'd be in his way.

"Fancy meeting you here," she greeted the man and, for the first time in days, Jenny managed a smile that didn't feel entirely forced.