Jenny gave a small chuckle and nodded. “No, I’ve been a lot of things, but I’ve never been a ship, much less a TARDIS,” she agreed. She’d done a lot of exciting things and tried a lot of interesting occupations, but as for being another species, she hadn’t ever done that.
"No natural enemies. That must have been very peaceful," Jenny said, thinking of her own planet. She was a soldier born to war. She wondered what it was like to be born differently. This planet, though it had been at war, seemed not to have even realized the danger it had just faced. How odd it much be to have such a quiet existence. She pet the monkey finally and he didn’t seem to mind her hand.
Jenny nodded, “I feel the same way. I understand his bitterness, but that doesn’t mean that anyone deserved his wrath from it. Those people… all those people…” she shook her head, feeling almost sick. “And they weren’t the only ones he hurt.”
The TARDIS shrugged one shoulder. “I suppose it was, for a time. Of course, no natural enemies does not imply a lack of unnatural enemies.” She was unsure if it would be appreciated if she explained further. She had observed that while some beings appreciated the depth and breadth of knowledge she had available to her, others were…what was the colloquialism? Oh, yes. Touchy. She hadn’t known Jenny long enough yet to ascertain which sort she was, although she hoped it was the former.
It was gratifying that her Doctor’s daughter understood exactly how she had concluded she felt about the whole situation. “The Doctor will help make it right again,” she said with absolute confidence. That was what her Doctor did. She brought him to places that needed him, and he helped the people in those places to be better.
"I could wish that events had transpired differently," she admitted after a brief moment of consideration. "Both for the humans and for Lucifer himself." She thought that she would feel guilty that he had been locked away again for a very long time. She didn’t have the luxury of letting the memory of how much he had not wanted to be trapped fade.
Jenny nodded in a mixture of understanding and confusion. “So you do remember it but you remember it as a ship and not a person so it’s hard to explain as a person?” she guessed. She hoped she didn’t sound too silly. She wondered how a ship, any ship, would describe a planet or anything for that matter. It would be interesting to hear.
She smiled at the monkey who had sat on her. He seemed comfortable and content. So much so that she gently and slowly started to reach towards him. He looked at her hand, but when he gave no motion of uncertainty, she slowly continued forward. “I won’t hurt you,” she told him.
Jenny was quiet when the woman mentioned Lucifer. “Lucifer… I spoke to him as well. Not about monkeys, but… He was in so much pain…” she whispered gently, keeping her eye on the monkey. “Not that that excused him causing others pain, but…”
The TARDIS was somewhat surprised when Jenny came up with a fairly accurate summary of what she’d been attempting to explain. Really, she reflected, it shouldn’t be a surprise at all, considering that Jenny was her Time Lord’s daughter. “Yes, that’s essentially correct. And I do not believe that any explanation I could offer would make sense to a being who has not experienced being a TARDIS.”
It was quite…endearing, she supposed, was the appropriate adjective…to watch Jenny interacting with the monkeys. “I do not believe they had any natural predators on their home planet,” she said softly, not wanting to distract the small animal from befriending Jenny. “They seem to be very bold.”
She had been somewhat concerned that she was unable to predict what Jenny’s reaction to her admission would be, but she quickly learned that there was no cause for worry. ”He was alone, locked away, for a very long time. I do not suppose that most beings would be kindly disposed towards anything they saw as the cause of such confinement,” she replied neutrally. “It does not excuse his actions, but it does explain them.”
Jenny smiled, “Oh, I would love to read those! I love seeing new plants and creatures! My planet was void of all that. Such a waste, really. It’s so wonderful to see the colours of other planets.” She cocked her head and asked, “Do you remember visiting my planet?” She watched the little monkey continue to approach her as she spoke. She stayed still, letting him come to her. He finally reached her and then looked back to TARDIS before he seated himself on Jenny’s crossed legs. “Comfortable?” she asked him.
"That is very sweet of you. I’m glad you are able to care for them. They seem like such endearing creatures," she said, watching the one in her lap. She didn’t move to touch him yet. She didn’t want to scare him away so soon. "Who did you promise?" she wondered.
The TARDIS considered Jenny’s question for a moment. It would be simple enough for her to give a literal answer — of course her memory records of every place she had visited were intact. She would not have it otherwise. Still, the implied meaning behind the question compelled a more precise response. “I do. However, it is unlikely that my memories of that visit could be translated into a form that would be recognizable to a flesh-based operating system such as yours. The scope of the data I retained is broader, but affords less…emotional context?” In her current form, she had noticed a distinct shift in that trend.
With a wry smile, she replied “For the most part, they are.” There were, of course, occasional misunderstandings regarding appropriate places to nest. But those were to be expected. She considered not answering Jenny’s question, but she had been the one to open that avenue of conversation, so she responded calmly. “Lucifer.”
Jenny nodded, but the TARDIS’s answer didn’t help her very much. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know much about earth animals. My planet was barren above and below the surface. We didn’t even have rats or cockroaches,” she told her. She watched the curious little creature eye her and she smiled to it. She laid back, relaxed, and waited to see if it would continue to slowly approach. “The only plants I saw were terraformed into one singular garden. I thought it enormous when I first saw it. After seeing other planets that had been completely terraformed, or this planet which hasn’t been because of it’s natural growth, I knew just how miniscule it was.”
She nodded when the TARDIS assured her. It was easy to forget that she was more than just a mere passenger like Jenny. It was also easy to forget that the ship was nothing like her little Vagabond. She was so much more. Jenny constantly marveled at her abilities. How could she be so amazing? How could one ship, one person, do so much?
"You saved them then?" Jenny asked, unsure.
The TARDIS was not particularly surprised by Jenny’s response. “I have extensive xenobiology records, should you desire further knowledge of the more common variants of life form,” she offered. Then, to clarify, she continued “Not in the memory of this body, but in my main data banks.” The purely biological system was really wholly inefficient. Perhaps she could redesign it, now that they had leisure time. She considered giving the monkey a nudge in the right direction, but it seemed that natural curiosity was winning out for the moment, so she settled back with a satisfied expression to watch the small creature cautiously approach Jenny. The rest of her small troop seemed disinclined to move, and she couldn’t say she minded.
She nodded once in response to Jenny’s question. “It would not have been right to leave them there. I, at least, can sustain their habitat indefinitely until such a time as I can find them an appropriate home.” She was hesitant to relay the full story, but a sense of honesty compelled her to add “Besides which, I had promised that I would.”
Jenny turned when she heard a familiar voice. She smiled to TARDIS and let out a small laugh when she saw her assorted collection of creatures that had decided to use her as a bed. They all seemed very comfortable and the woman seemed in no way perturbed. “I’ve never seen anything like them,” she admitted. “They are so interesting. Where did you find them?”
Wanting to take her advice, she settled down at the base of a tree and relaxed, waiting for the little creatures to become curious enough to see who she was instead of chasing them and quit probably terrifying the poor things without meaning to do so. “Oh, I’m not intruding on you, am I?” she worried for a moment. “If you wish to be alone, I can leave. I’m just out exploring for a bit.”
The TARDIS was somewhat confused by Jenny’s laughter, but she smiled in response to it anyway, not wishing to appear rude. “They are similar in some respects to Earth primates, especially external morphology, but they vary greatly in others,” she agreed. Once Jenny was settled, she plucked one of the bolder creatures out of the rapidly devolving mess that had been made from her hair, and gave it a gentle push in her direction, moving slowly to avoid dislodging any of the others. “Go say hello,” she directed it. She was still uncertain how much the creatures understood, but hopefully curiosity would win out.
"You aren’t intruding," she reassured Jenny. "Had I required privacy, there would not have been a door to this room." Her smile contained a hint of sadness as she considered how to explain the monkeys. "I found them on a planet called Lota," she said eventually. "It’s a desert planet now, but their ancestors were closed off in a kind of biodiversity cache, in case conditions changed again."
Jenny was glad that the apocalypse was over. She was glad that the planet was safe. She was glad that everything and everyone would be able to live life without fear of the archangel’s painful wrath.
Yet she was still sad for the archangel. He’d been caged, again. Not only was he trapped beneath the earth, but he was trapped in his own rage, his own hatred. That was no way to live.
Jenny had woken up inside of one of the many rooms in the TARDIS and she had taken to exploring the ship to ease her mind. Going around and finding new places, or new things, always made her happy and helped clear her mind.
She tried many doors. Some wouldn’t open, others opened into what looked like wardrobes while others looked more like pantries. She quickly grew bored of those and moved on to the next.
She opened the door and was greeted by… a garden? She smiled, looking at all of the plants. Her world had been so bare. She loved to see that such things on other planets were different. She heard a startled screech from a creature and turned to study him. He studied her right back for a moment before he disappeared into the trees.
"I love new lifeforms," she smiled.
The TARDIS wasn’t capable of losing track of time, but she did push her focus on the passage of time to the back of her awareness, which amounted to nearly the same thing, as it meant that she was initially unsure how much time had gone by when she heard the door of her little forest open. She looked up curiously, and smiled slightly to see that it was Jenny. She didn’t think she should like to deal with any other passengers that might be lingering at the moment, but her Time Lords were always welcome company.
It didn’t seem like Jenny noticed her presence at first, which was unsurprising. She was tucked away, after all, and somewhat covered in monkeys. While Jenny was exploring, she kept her silence, letting her look around in peace. She didn’t break the silence in the room until one of her monkeys did, making a loud sound that she interpreted as surprise.
"They’re quite friendly," she called out to Jenny, not budging from her seat for fear of dislodging one of her furry companions. "If you give them a little time to get used to you, of course."
It was a very good thing that Lucifer had been locked away. It meant that humanity was in no more danger than usual again, and that the people she cared about were going to take at least a little time off from throwing themselves recklessly into danger. The TARDIS was pleased by that fact. However, she also found herself experiencing another emotion that it took longer for her to process. It wasn’t until she secluded herself in her makeshift jungle that she identified it. Regret.
She regretted the fact that she hadn’t been able to convince Lucifer to leave her planet alone. She regretted that he was locked up and alone somewhere where he couldn’t see the stars. There had been no other possible outcome, so why was she sad?
She settled herself at the base of one of the mostly-robotic trees, inadvertently encouraging her little troop of moneys to join her. Before long, two of them had settled in her hair, and several more on her lap and shoulders. The weight and warmth were somehow comforting.
I’m sure you’re used to the way I drive by now. Besides it allows you to easily be a little wonky with the landings. If I drove the way I was supposed to, I’d land where I wanted to every time instead of where you want to.
The humans of this time period are unfamiliar with intergalactic travel so out of this world just means dead. They do that because if they don’t know about something then it must not exist. It’s very rude, I agree.
'Used to' implies being accustomed, not being pleased with. What on Earth makes you think I couldn't change my own settings if I wanted to land elsewhere? I have fingers now, very useful things.
Ah. Well that still makes very little sense. Haven’t they left their planet before? Surely they’re aware that such a thing is theoretically possible. And that’s just silly. I can name seven hundred and twenty three point five things that humans do not know about that exist nonetheless without trouble.
I like how I drive! Doing it the right way is boring. Who wants to slowly pull back on the space-time throttle? Open it up all the way and zoom!
I think they’re trying to sat reckless driving will get you killed through a strange euphemism.
Doing it the right way also leads to not irritating the ship involved. The humans say that the best drivers are aware that they must be beware.
Well that’s fundamentally absurd. I have it on good authority that intergalactic travel is perfectly possible to do safely. The euphemism is inaccurate. Why would they use inaccurate euphemisms to attempt to alter perceptions fallaciously?