This is it! Thanks to LastIncurableRomantic for her fantastic beta help, amongst all the other things she does for me. Also big hugs to all the lovely ladies (I hope you know who you are are) who held my hand and offered support while I whined my way through the writing process. I love you all.

Sadly, for several personal reasons, this will probably be the last long, multichapter fic that I write for a while. I will, most likely do some one shots and publish some of the ones that are currently only on tumblr.

Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed my stories. And I hope that in a few months I can come back stronger.

~oOo~

Jenny Tyler loved her life. Sometimes it was exciting, scary, and completely mad. Other times, like today, it was calm, fun and relaxing. So many experiences had been crammed into the four months that made up her life so far. And there wasn't one thing in it that she would change.

She got to travel the Universe with her mum and dad. They saw amazing things while making a difference. Oh, and running, she loved the running. She also got to spend time on Earth with her gran and her aunts, uncles and cousins. Even if she wasn't really related to them, they were her family.

Today hadn't been spent on the Moon or Raxacoricofallapatorius. Nope, it had been spent in London—not New London, just the original one on Earth—at Liam and Clara's wedding. There was a history between her mum and Liam that no one ever really talked about, at least not with her. It was water under the bridge, they'd say.

On their last visit to see Clara and Liam, however, Sophie had confessed that Rose had almost been her mum. She might technically only be a few months old, but she wasn't stupid. She wanted to press her parents about what Sophie had meant, but they just looked so happy.

Sitting together on the jump seat, Mum had one of their scrapbooks opened on her lap, and Dad was adding a picture of the entire family as well as a copy as the wedding invitation to a blank page. It was something that they did often after an adventure, added a page to the current scrapbook. They had two whole shelves of them in the library. Jenny didn't sleep much and loved to look at all of those pieces of her parents' happy adventures before she was created.

"Stop it," Mum chided, nudging him with her shoulder. "You act like his wedding has anything to do with us. It doesn't."

"Well," Dad started, taking the book out of her hands and setting it aside. "Let's just say that I'll sleep better at night knowing that he's not still pining over you. Happily married to someone else, that is exactly how I like Liam Donnelly, ta."

Mum rolled her eyes. "You're still jealous after all these years? The things I put up with for you."

"Not jealous," Dad huffed. "I'm just glad that Liam and Clara are happy, with each other. Of course I knew it was going to happen."

"You did not," Mum interjected. Jenny loved watching them interact like this. Even if she wasn't sure what they were talking about, their enthusiasm, joy and love were infectious.

"I did too," Dad insisted. "I saw it in her timeline before we left Colorado."

The phone on the console rang, and Jenny turned around. "I'll get it." Giggling, she picked up the receiver. "Thank you for calling your friendly neighbourhood TARDIS, this is Jenny speaking. How can I help you?" It was her standard greeting. It usually got a giggle out of whoever was on the other end of the line. Behind her dad howled with laughter, probably at something Mum said.

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. "Sorry, this is Rose," a familiar voice said. Jenny whirled around. Her mum was sitting right there next to Dad, and yet it was her voice on the phone. "Can you just tell him that I said thank you for the necklace? I really love it, and I'll treasure it always. Gotta go."

"Wait, what's happening, Mum…." The phone clicked off before Jenny could finish the word but she said it again anyway. "Mum?"

A small hand took the phone away from her. "I'm sorry, love," her mum said softly. "I'd almost forgotten about that. It was so very long ago for me now."

"I don't understand." Jenny said, shaking her head.

"I know." Her mum pulled her into a hug. "Come on, let's go to the library." She looked over at her husband. "Doctor, can you make us some tea and then join us?" Dad nodded and headed down the corridor.

Jenny tried to pull away, but her mum held on tighter. "What's going on?" Something about this didn't sit right.

"It's time that we tell you a story, love." Shifting, her mum wrapped an arm around Jenny's waist.

"What kind of story?" Jenny asked, her natural curiosity getting the better of her.

Her mum gave her a beaming smile. "One with a very happy ending."