I finished it! Originally, I had planned one more chapter and then an epilogue, but decided the last chapter was so short and felt much more like an epilogue so I left it. I left it a little open ended too, just in case I want to come back to it later. I highly doubt that, and nobody should expect it at all, but I figured I'd leave it as is just in case.

Anyway, I hope whatever readers are still somehow out there enjoyed the piece of crap I have contributed to the Doctor Who fandom. It's been a journey, for sure.

Franklin Harkness held his pounding head in his hands, his elbows braced on the table in front of him. Out of all the things he had thought would come up when he rejoined his sons, finding out he had two daughters was not a part of it. He had long admitted to his shitty parenting, but to imagine two little girls growing up not even knowing who he was, was enough to hurt his soul.

A cup of tea appeared in front of him, the steam warming his face as he hunched over the kitchen table. Hesitantly, he lifted his eyes to his eldest daughter's face. Her features were softened into a sympathetic smile. She didn't say anything, sipping at her own cup of tea quietly. Josie had left the moment he confirmed who he was, apparently not interested in getting to know him. Jack had sighed and gone after her with a quick look to the female Harkness left in the console room. She had easily introduced herself and led them to the kitchen they now sat in, ignoring Gray's awkward shifting and Franklin's dawning horror. Grey had abandoned them when they came across the library on the way, unsubtly giving them space to chat.

"Just give her time," the soft female voice informed him, breaking him out of his staring contest with his mug. He looked back up, unsure of when he had looked away in the first place. She shrugged, "It's all just a bit unexpected. She'll come around."

He shook his head slowly, "I wouldn't blame her if she never wanted to speak to me. I don't know why you are."

She lifted one shoulder, a half smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, "I was angry at you for a while. Mostly after I met Jack and I found out you had abandoned him." He flinched but she continued as if she didn't notice, "Before that…I guess I hadn't really thought about it. You never even knew I existed. Once I was old enough to understand what that meant, I knew I couldn't really blame you for not being there for me."

"What made you stop being angry?" he asked slowly. "After you met Jack."

She blew out a slow breath, standing to refill her cup, "I don't know exactly. I just remember thinking one day that I felt bad that you'd never be able to see how happy you're children have become. And I realized, I wasn't angry anymore." She shrugged as she plopped back down into her chair and spilled some tea over her hand in the process. "It wasn't important anymore. We all had each other. Being mad at you for something that happened years ago didn't make sense to me anymore."

He blinked at her for a moment, "Are you sure you're not the eldest?"

She smiled widely, the Harkness smile, "Well, if we're going by year I was born, technically I'm older than you."

He nearly choked on his tea at the thought, sending his daughter into a fit of laughter. Maybe it wasn't perfect. Maybe they all had a lot of issues they still needed to work through, but it was a start. For the first time in a long time, Franklin Harkness felt a small spark of hope.