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A Little Chat [Active]

Character(s): The Doctor and Jenny
Content: The two attempt to have a talk.
Setting: The TARDIS
Time: Durrr... yes. Week 4
Warnings: Nada!

Seeing her post on the journal had reminded him he really needed to talk to her. Especially after seeing the subject matter.

Guns? Ammunition? She was a soldier, it appeared, which explained as much as it added more questions. Why would he have let someone take his DNA and do this? Donna wasn't ready to give him any answers, it seemed he'd taught her well, but she had said everything Jenny was saying was the truth.

He did trust Donna. Perhaps that's the only reason he was even humoring the fact he could be her father.

Having paced about the TARDIS console room far more than a dozen times as he waited for her, he finally plopped down in the seat. Perhaps he should have picked a different location, but he preferred to keep their conversation away from prying ears. He knew they were safe in the TARDIS from any of that.

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When she had made the post, Jenny hadn't really managed to wander too far from the TARDIS. Actually, she has only managed to run half an hour away before her dad had mentioned wanting to talk to her.

Of course, Jenny could only think of one type of talk the Doctor would want to have with her after that weaponry post, but it was better to face it now rather then ignore it.

When she arrived at the TARDIS, all she could do was knock on the door, as it wasn't like she had a key to get in.

He was confused at first. Door knocking? Why would someone be knocking on the doo--Oh. Of course. Jenny didn't have a key or anything.

Hopping up from his seat, he was across the console room in a matter of second and opening the door for her.

"Hello! Sorry... about that. Should have left that open or something... Come in then. Make yourself comfortable," the Doctor said, gesturing inside, as he stepped back to allow Jenny to come in.

"You know, you could always consider just giving me a key or something, dad. Then I wouldn't have to depend on someone else to get the door open for me." She said as she grabbed a seat in the console room.

"So what is it you want to have a chat about?" She crossed her arms as she waited and prepared for the only conversation she could expect from her pacifist father.

"Yes, well, we'll see about that," he replied about the key thing. He didn't go just passing anyone a key, after all. The Doctor wasn't at a willing to give her a key point yet. He was still trying to swallow the fact she was, apparently, his daughter. Giving her a key was a big step he wasn't even at yet. Not even slightly near that step, nope.

"Well, just, stuff," he said, a bit lamely. This was very awkward for him, and it was showing. "You said you were made from progenation machine, right?"

Well, it didn't hurt for her to mention about the key at least.

"Right. It was a progenation machine on Messaline. Anything else you'd like to confirm while I'm here?"

"Right, okay. How about why?" he then asked, trying to at least get something more. Spoilers or not, there was more, surely, they could tell him. He knew there was a lot more. He'd read everything he could in that post. Donna said something about her not being in good shape when they'd left. That... didn't make any sense to him. Why? Why would he leave her injured there?

Then she said she'd woken up and given, who he presumed was others on Messaline, a scare. What did that mean? If she was from him, did that make her Time Lord? Perhaps what Donna was talking about was worse and she'd regenerated? That still didn't explain them leaving her there, however.

All he was finding was more questions than answers, and it was frustrating that he wasn't going to get them.

"And how, while I'm at it? I wouldn't just willingly give up my DNA for something like this, you know."

"You know, Donna told me that I shouldn't tell you anything I haven't already told you." She told him with a little bit of a grin. It was true that Donna had pretty much told her not to tell anymore spoilers, but Donna had yet explained why. How could Donna just expect her to keep her mouth shut about it when she didn't even know the reason for why she had to. Surly there wasn't any harm in telling a little bit, was there?

"Listen, I don't know a whole lot about that. But I don't believe you had much a choice in the matter. After all, Messa was a war zone."

"She did, did she?" When had Donna done that? Well, it was smart of Donna to do so, but that wasn't helping the Doctor now. However, what Jenny did just reveal did help a lot. A big lot. It made a lot of pieces fall into place.

"Which would make you a soldier," the Doctor commented, glancing at her. A world in need of soldiers probably wouldn't think twice about taking DNA from someone without asking. It also explained her journal post. She was probably programed from the moment she came into being to be a soldier. It left a bad taste in his mouth, to say the least.

"Yeah, more or less, but I'm still your daughter whether you'd like to admit it or not." Well, she supposed it wasn't a bad idea to get ahead of the conversation a bit.

"And just to make it clear, I may be a soldier, but I've never killed anyone." Well, her and her father did have different views on what methods were wrong, and what methods were right, and she knew that well. However, it was the truth that she had yet to kill anyone, and in truth, she was trying so hard just to go against that side of her that said killing was alright. She could only hope that this early version of the Doctor could figure that out.

It was hard to me up to a response to that, not that he didn't try, but what could he say? She was made from him, so, she was essentially that. Sort of. Rubbing the back of his neck, it was clear this was not going as planned. Not that he'd even really had a plan for that matter.

"Well, that's a start," the Doctor responded, not displeased with this comment but still. "But why start? Why do you need a weapon?"

((fffff sorry this took so long. I was uberly stuck with how to respond. Which shows here. ^^;;; S-sorry if it fails DX))

"Why not have one? There are other uses for it besides killing." She told him simply. It was true that guns and weapons were originally meant for the purpose of killing, but like anything, it's use could change based on the person who wielded it.

"Like what?" he challenged her, not relenting just yet. "Go on, like what? Tell me."

Sure, you could smack someone over the head with one, or break glass or... things like that, but so could a great deal of other objects. Plenty of things that weren't a firearm.

"Shooting things down from a distance, making holes in pipes. It can cause a pretty good distraction and I don't shoot anyone, and nobody gets hurt." She told him. Hey, she had used it to slow people down before, and she could certainly figure something out again if the situation called for it.

"And I don't think you should be complaining when you go carrying a weapon of your own all the time."

"Well, yes, I suppose those count," he admitted after a moment. She was clever, wasn't she? "But there's still plenty of other things that can do things like that."

The Doctor then looked at her confused. "Weapon? What weapon?" The only thing he carried that even resembled a weapon was a water pistle. A toy. A useful toy, mind you, but still.

"True enough, but a guns what I've got, so why not use it?" She told him simply. It also helped that she just felt comfortable holding one in her hand.

"You know, that device you carry around with you. You use it to fight back, therefore it's a weapon." She explained, and yes, she was talking about that sonic screwdriver he carries around with him all the time.

Well, this wasn't getting far very fast. It didn't seem there was going to be any convincing her. At least not today.

"You mean my Sonic Screwdriver? That's not a weapon, it's a tool. A very useful one, but it can't kill anyone. Not directly. And I certainly don't make a habit of using it for that," the Doctor replied, quite insistantly.

"Guns, however, are made to KILL. Nothing else. That's their sole purpose: to destroy."

Well, she was a stubborn girl, and she had to inherit that stubbornness from someone. The only difference was that they had different opinions, but still, she couldn't help but give him a look that showed how much she truly didn't understand.

"You may not kill, but you use it to fight back. Is there really a difference?"

"Yes, there IS," the Doctor stressed, growing frustrated. She was so naive, but he supposed he couldn't exactly blame her. She'd probably been made like this. She was made to be a soldier. A stubborn one at that. Or did that bit come from him?

Sighing, the Doctor rubbed his face, before speaking up again, his harsh tone easing off.

"Look, just, think about it? Alright?" he finally suggested, as this didn't seem to be getting them anywhere.

"Oh fine." She told him with a pout. She didn't think she was ever going to understand entirely how he thought, but she didn't find anything wrong with trying.

"I just don't understand. You fought in a war, didn't you? And yet, you're so against violence. I just really don't understand it." She said honestly. She didn't understand how someone who used to be like a soldier himself could be so much of a pacifist.

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