Alright, I said I wouldn't and I didn't think I would but people keep asking and I must pleaseth the masses. Here's the second (and FINAL) chapter.

River did so love surprising him.

He was tinkering away down below the console. She couldn't see him, per say, but she could see the showers of sparks he was occasionally sending up. He, in turn, was completely oblivious to the fact that his wife was standing two floors up, looking down on him.

It was going to be an especially good surprise, because the Doctor was even more oblivious to the fact that the daughter he thought long dead was right behind his wife. Jenny had relayed her brief adventure with the Doctor to River while they had sat sipping tea on Demiruvos IV, a tiny moon somewhere on the opposite side of Laniakea from Earth that was almost entirely devoted shops. She had explained the ordeal with the Hath and how she had been created to fight but had, at the Doctor's urging, found a way around her birthright. This echoed strongly with River, who had been raised to kill the Doctor herself. Jenny had looked surprised when River mentioned that particular bit of trivia.

"Is that why you're in prison?" She asked, not sounding apprehensive but instead curious.

"Well done," River commemorated her. "It took him positively ages to work out. Even after I killed him at the beach he didn't put it together. Had to tell him when we got married."

Jenny frowned. "You married him after you killed him? And told him after you married him?"

"Life of a Time Traveller, remember, sweetie?"

Now Jenny was standing behind River on the upper landing, trying to peek around River and catch sight of her father. River found the blonde's upbeat and endless reserves of energy contradictory. It made her seem juvenile, but as soon as River lowered her expectations and mannerisms, Jenny said or did something that made River remember that Jenny was perfectly capable. Moreover, she was the Doctor's daughter, the 1,000+ year old man with the face of a teenager and the fashion sense of a six year old. River wondered if all proper Time Lords/Ladies acted childishly, or if it was a devastating genetic mutation.

The Doctor had finished whatever it was he had been repairing/breaking-beyond-repair and resurfaced from the depths on the TARDIS console room. River waved Jenny back down the hallway. It wouldn't do to have the Doctor see her too early- that would spoil the surprise. It was rather hard to surprise someone when you were forced to arrive with the crackle and power of a Vortex Manipulator, and River wanted to make the most of it.

She waltzed down the stairs and into the Doctor's line of sight. Jenny and her had decided against confetti, as it was a too childish entrance, but River had decided to wear a flashy dress. It was TARDIS blue and made of a shimmery, gossamer material, and was paired with a set of ankle-breakingly tall high-heels.

The Doctor noticed her at once, as he normally did, and swaggered around the console to meet her halfway. "Hello Sweetie."

"I believe that's my line," River contradicted him. His brazenness suggested that he was rather far along in their timestreams. At least past Area 52, but probably not to Manhattan yet. River wondered if it would be better to present Jenny to a Doctor who had already lost Amy and Rory, but the Doctor had seen her now, so it was no good.

"We can change things up a bit," the Doctor teased. He looked pointedly at her dress. "Are we going out? When did you get here, anyway? I thought I'd hear you."

River ignored his questions and moved around the console, launching the TARDIS into the vortex and leaving it there. She wondered now if the approach she and Jenny had decided on was a good one. What if the Doctor had left Jenny for a reason? In the back of her mind, she rebuked herself for such a terrible thought, but still… things could get complicated, especially with Time Lords…

Aware that the Doctor was watching her closely, and deciding she didn't have time to think up anything else anyway, River went for it. "You've never told me about your family."

The Doctor did a double take. "That was… not what I was expecting you to say."

"Honestly, though," River whittled, "We've been married… oh, I don't know how long it's been for you, but it's been a fair while for me, and you've never mentioned anyone."

"Twelve years," the Doctor said, avoiding the rest of the pointed statement.

"I'm not asking about any of your past wives. And you must have had some, I know that much, because you had a granddaughter. I also met Queen Elizabeth—" The Doctor went from deathly pale to flaming red in the span of two seconds. "— and she had a few interesting tales to tell, I can say that much. Actually, I don't particularly want to hear about your past wives either. But you've never mentioned any parents or siblings… or children…"

The Doctor was ignoring her, fiddling with a few buttons and ignoring her existence. He most certainly wasn't meeting her eyes.

"Have you had children? Well, I mean I know you must have— again, a granddaughter— but how many? Any boys?"

The Doctor's movements had turned jerky, the way they did when he was trying very hard not to snap at her and make a dramatic exit. River would normally stop at that sign (unless she was absolutely furious with him), but now, knowing what awaited him, she pushed on.

"Girls? Daughters?"

"River," the Doctor said in the quiet, controlled voice the connoted a lack of internal control, "Stop. Now. I'm asking you."

"Amy and I used to play pretend back in school. I was the mother and she was the father. Rory flipped between the son and the daughter, typically." River smiled fondly. "I used to think that I always wanted a daughter."

"River, I'm asking you, stop."

"You know what I'd name my daughter, if I had one?"

"River—"

"I think I'd name her Jenny," River interrupted.

The Doctor stared at her outright. River could see the gears working behind his eyes, trying to piece together the information she was displaying. His wife offered him a small smile, waiting.

"But… but you… are you having me on?" He finished angrily.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"I can't… you can't… how…"

"If you're trying to stumble toward a connection with your daughter Jenny, congratulations, you almost made it," River rebuked him dryly. "She's surprisingly not cross with you for abandoning her on that planet. She stole a ship and ran away— oh, she does take after her father, doesn't she?"

"River— she died, River, she was shot, saving me and I—" the Doctor broke off and looked down at the console, eyes brimming with tears.

River was silent for a moment. Then she called out, "I told you he was dismal at putting things together, didn't I?"

The Doctor stared at her, clearly thinking that she was addressing him, before a different voice answered from the top of the stairs.

"Yeah, you did. I suppose he should be forgiven though. I really did die."

The Doctor had gone into a state of blissful shock. He was standing with his back to the console, staring up at his lost daughter, his last daughter, dressed exactly as she had been the day he had first met her. The day she had died. But there was no bullet hole in her olive green shirt, no blood— it was like their last five minutes together had never happened. She was grinning that same, innocent, up-for-anything grin. Even her hair was done up the same way, the same ponytail.

But she had died, and he couldn't get over that hurtle.

"But… Jenny, you…"

"Died, Dad," Jenny agreed, grinning even broader, despite the bombshell she had just dropped. "I died on Messaline and you left me."

"I didn't mean—"

"Oh no, I wasn't accusing you. I was dead. It took a little while for the regeneration energy to kick in. I wasn't used to it. But I used it to heal the bullet wound and stole a ship and ran away. I did look for you, but… well, you said it. It's a big, big universe." Jenny was still grinning.

The Doctor was up the stairs in under two seconds, and had Jenny in his arms like drowned man staggering ashore to find his wife waiting for him. She gave a soft shriek of surprise, then laughed, truly happy. She flung her arms around him somewhat more gracefully and gently than the Doctor had approached her, grinning the broadest River had ever seen her grin.

"She turned up in Stormcage a few nights ago," River told him. "Irresponsible father, you."

The Doctor ignored her quip, but pulled back just enough to take Jenny's face in his hands. "You turned up in Stormcage? Why?"

"Broke into a bank. Actually, I broke the bank. Literally. The chandelier sort of.. well…"

"Which bank?"

"That's your question?" River called indigently. "'Which bank'?"

"The Bank of Karabraxos," Jenny answered, a little breathless. "I was in the neighborhood and caught wind that you'd showed up, or the blue box had, at least—"

"Bank of Karabraxos?" The Doctor said indignantly. "You tried to rob the Bank of Karabraxos?"

"Not rob, no, I just wanted to get inside and… well… it didn't really work…" Jenny let out a soft giggle.

That set the Doctor off, and River wasn't far behind. The TARDIS flickered the lights warmly as her Thief, her Daughter, and her Thief's daughter laughed together.

"Jenny, will you stay? Here, with me? On the TARDIS?" The Doctor asked. He looked truly terrified of the answer.

Jenny laughed even harder, leaning against her father's chest. "Of course! You promised! Well, the other you did. He was rather more attractive…"

"Hey!"

"River said you wore a fez."

"Exactly."

"What do you mean, 'exactly'?"

"If we've sorted that out and you've moved on to teasing, can we go now?" Father and daughter stared at River. "Well, I didn't put on this dress for nothing. Not these heels, either. I was thinking we'd go out to celebrate. 56th century Saturnian base? I believe it's no longer a chemical warfare testing site and is now a luxury resort, yes?"

"Yes. If that's, I mean, if you think, and you want to…" the Doctor stammered and choked on his own tongue as he addressed Jenny.

"Sounds lovely, Dad."

The Doctor looked the happiest River had ever seen him.