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 Disclaimer: I don’t, I just don’t, I wish I did, but I don’t. I only own Sophie, a bit sad really, I own a figment of my own imagination.

Summary: It’s Sophie’s seventh birthday, and it actually isn’t that bad a day!

Spoilers: DW, the End of Time

Characters: Jack, Sophie, IANTO (SEE, SEE, HE’S THERE!!), Tosh, Owen, Ten

A/N: This follows on from “The Fifth Year” and is the sixth in a series. The next story is the last one.

A/N 2: It’s kind of AU, not usually my thing, but it’s been fun writing the whole series.

A/N 3: I’ve fudged with the timelines A LOT, sorry if it makes it confusing for you.

Beta: zazajb

Word Count: 2,201

The Seventh Year

The space station was crowded this time of night; a multitude of creatures disembarked from the various transports and packed the small arrivals area. No one noticed the tall man wrapped in a dark coat holding tightly to a small child asleep in his arms. The man carried his daughter down one of the long hallways towards the cabins and checked the ticket clenched in his teeth.

“This is us Sophie,” he whispered, “you’ll get a good night’s sleep in a bed for once.”

“Daddy?” mumbled the little girl as she looked up blearily at her father. “Are we dere yet?”

“Yes we are, got a nice comfy bed for you too.”

Sophie closed her eyes and put her head back on Jack’s shoulder, “’Kay,” she yawned.

He gently rubbed her back and laughed, “That’s my little interstellar traveler. I’ve got to put you down to open the door to the room okay?”

She nodded and slid slowly down her father’s side to lean against the wall with her eyes still closed. Sophie heard the door hiss open and felt her dad scoop her back into his arms. “Fanks Daddy.”

“Your lisp reappears when you’re tired,” he teased quietly. He stepped into the room and deposited his daughter gently onto the bed. She barely moved as he slid off her shoes and coat, and tucked her under the blankets. “Goodnight baby,” he said as he kissed her forehead.


The Next Morning


“Daddy?” Sophie asked as she sat up in the darkened room. She saw a bulky shape in the corner chair start to move slowly, and a moment later her father’s head appeared from the confines of a greatcoat.

“It’s still really early baby,” he yawned. “Go back to sleep, we can go exploring later.”

“But Daddy, it’s my birthday.”

“I know Sophie, but you’re still going to be seven years old in a few hours, so please go back to sleep.”

“Will you snuggle with me?” she asked in a small voice.

Jack sighed softly, “Of course.” He stood up from his seat and eased himself onto the small bed. Sophie instantly attached herself to his chest, resting her head under his chin.

“My favorite pillow,” she yawned as she drifted back to sleep.

“My precious girl,” he whispered as his eyes slid closed.

Five Hours Later


“Okay Sophie, where would you like to go first?”

“I want breakfast,” she said, tugging on his hand and leading him to what looked like a restaurant. “It’s my birthday and I want strawberry pan-a-cakes.”

Jack smiled sadly, remembering the last time that his daughter had celebrated her birthday with both of her fathers, and how happy she had been with the traditional birthday breakfast. Sophie had bounced repeatedly from the kitchen to the living room until he had come downstairs from the bedroom and sat with her on the sofa so that Ianto could finish cooking in peace. The unexpected flash of memory made his eyes fill with tears and he ran a hand through her soft brown hair, causing the little girl to blink up at him with very familiar blue eyes. “Breakfast it is then.”

“I miss him too,” Sophie said quietly, correctly reading the expression on Jack’s face. “I don’t like having my birthday without Taddy either.”

“Oh Sophie,” he said softly, “Sophie I’m so sorry. I’m glad that it’s your birthday. I’m very happy that you’re with me, because I don’t want to be alone anymore. But sweetheart, I’m also pretty sad about all the things that we’ve lost over the last year or so.”

“Taddy wouldn’t want you to be sad,” she replied with such maturity that Jack was strongly reminded of how her other father was also wise beyond his years. “Taddy would want you to do what he used to tell me when I got little owies.”

Jack picked his daughter up and kissed her cheek, “What did he used to tell you?”

Sophie took a deep breath and looked at her father, “Taddy used to tell me, ‘Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and if you don’t cry too much, you can have a princess plaster.’”

Jack laughed, a clear and happy sound that his daughter hadn’t heard in a long time, “That sounds like him.”

“Taddy also used to say, ‘small victories.’ What does that mean Daddy?”

“That means that you have to find things to make you happy, no matter if it is a big thing or a small thing.”


“Like you,” said Jack as he carried her into the cafe. “You make me happy.”

Sophie smiled and laid her head on her father’s shoulder. “You make me happy too,” she answered. “But right now, strawberry pan-a-cakes would make me really happy.”


Later than evening


“Sleep tight sweetheart,” Jack whispered as he brushed Sophie’s hair off of her face. She snuffled into her pillow, and clutched her battered toy sheep to her chest. He waited to make sure that she was really asleep, and then stepped outside of the cabin. He pressed a button on his wrist strap to make sure the cabin was double locked against intrusion, and headed off down the hallway to the bar.

As he walked away, the Doctor peeked out from around a corner. He walked up to the cabin door and raised his screwdriver, the door slid open and he stepped inside. He saw that Sophie was burrowed deep in her bed, and lost in her dreams. The Doctor smiled and rested his hand on her shoulder, “Oh, I’m really going to miss you Princess Sophie.”

He reached into the pocket of his coat and drew out a small package, rolling it over in his hands before placing it on the bedside table. “I’ve only given one of these out before, and that was to Sarah Jane. Your father can tell you what an exceptional lady she turned out to be, and I know you’ll be the same.”

With a last sad glance, the Doctor walked away from the sleeping girl and back into the hallway. He resealed the cabin and followed Jack’s footsteps towards the bar and one more goodbye.


The Next Morning


“Hey Sophie, Sophie wake up.”

She shifted under the covers and slowly opened her eyes to see Jack sitting on the edge of her bed. “Hi Daddy.”

“Good morning baby. Did you sleep well?”

She nodded, “Uh huh, I slept good. Daddy, did the Doctor come? I had a dream about him last night.”

"Why don't you look on the side table sweetheart. I think he was here.”

Sophie turned to see a small package and a note next to the bed, she grabbed it and slowly pulled off the paper to see a little tube. “What is it Daddy? It looks like Auntie Gwen’s lipstick.”

“Well honey, I think you’ve been given a very special gift. This is a version of the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver. Do you remember Sarah Jane?”

She nodded, “She’s watching my K-9.”

“That’s right, but she’s also got a small version of the Doctor’s screwdriver that looks like a lipstick. I think the Doctor has given you the same thing.”

“What does it do?”

“It opens doors, fixes things, scans things –“

“Doesn’t it break things too? Didn’t the Doctor’s screwdriver break your wrist strap?” asked Sophie with a grin.

Jack sighed and ruffled her hair, “Yeah, he did do that. Did you see the card?”

Sophie picked up the note and read it slowly. Jack knew that she was struggling with some words, but didn’t intervene. She finally looked up and smiled at her father, “He says it IS a sonic lipstick, and that I can use it for lots of stuff, but I’m not allowed to use it to fix your wrist strap!”

Jack rolled his eyes and pulled his daughter into a hug, “The Doctor WOULD say that, wouldn’t he?”

Sophie laughed; then her face turned serious as she looked up at Jack. “Daddy, are we ever going to go home?”

“As a matter of fact Sophie, yes we are. While you were sleeping I booked us two tickets on a cruiser that’s headed back towards Earth. We’ll be back in time for dinner tomorrow.”

Sophie grinned, and rubbed her nose against his. “I miss home. I want to put something pretty on Taddy’s grave again. We have to add his picture to my bedroom wall. I want Taddy watching over me like Auntie Tosh, and Uncle Owen, and Auntie Rose.”

“Taddy’s always going to watching over you,” Jack said wistfully. “For the rest of your life, he’s going to be there for you, and so will I.”


Seven Hours Later

“Give the man your ticket Sophie,” said Jack.

“’Kay,” said the little girl. “Wow Daddy, this is bigger than the last one.”

He led his daughter onto the ship and settled her into a chair. “I know, we have nice comfortable seats for the trip, I even managed to wrangle you a spot by the window.”

“’Kay,” she yawned. Sophie curled up in her seat and closed her eyes, she patted Jack’s knee and mumbled, “Fanks Daddy, but I’m tired.”

Jack laughed and gently rubbed her back as she drifted off into sleep. “Get some rest then,” he yawned as his own eyes slowly closed...

“Come on Captain, wake up! I don’t want to waste my whole bag of biscuits throwing them at your head!”

Jack jerked awake and blinked rapidly as he tried to clear his eyes. “What the hell?”

“Oi! It’s about time you woke up, I’ve been throwin’ stuff at you for the better part of an hour!”


“Who else?”

“But, but am I dead?”

“No you git! You’re dreamin’!”

“Owen would you watch your mouth?”


The shy young woman nodded at him and smiled softly. “Hi Jack.”

Jack’s face lit up, and then fell just as quickly as he saw where he was. “The Hub,” he breathed. “My office.”

His two friends nodded at him, Tosh came forward and rested her hand on his arm. “He’s here too,” she said gently.

Jack shook his head and backed away. “No, I can’t, not yet.”

“Can’t what?” a voice asked from the doorway.

Jack squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed nervously. “Ianto?”

“Yep,” the Welshman replied as he walked over to Jack’s desk. He tugged Jack up out of his chair and wrapped him in his arms. “Our girl’s gotten so big.”

“She’s lonely, lost, and stuck with her lonely, lost father.”

“Shhh,” soothed Ianto. “She’s doing a damn sight better than you.”

“I’m so sorry,” mumbled Jack. “You’re missing so much –“

“No I’m not, I see her every day.”

“But – “

“Shhh,” Ianto whispered. “I’m watching out for her all the time.”

“We all are,” Tosh said in a trembling voice.

“Oi! That’s right Harkness, so listen up!” Owen said sharply. “We’re watching out for the both of you. That means no more suicides! No more drinkin’ yourself stupid, nothin’ of that sort anymore, because I swear if you do anything to hurt that precious little girl, I will personally come back through the ether and haunt your every waking moment until the day you finally die!”

“A lifetime as long as yours, and stuck with Owen, if that’s not motivation to get your head together, I don’t know what is.”

Jack shook his head, “I can’t.”

Ianto cupped Jack’s face in his hands and kissed him gently. “Yes you can. You’re going to go back home, you’re going to protect our daughter, you’re going to protect Gwen’s daughter. You’re going to do whatever it takes to keep them safe. You can do this.”

“But you’re not – “

“Yes I am; I’m right there with you every single day. You can do this Jack, I promise you,” the Welshman said as he kissed him again. “Tell her I love her,” Ianto added suddenly.

“She knows.”

“Tell her anyway yeah?”

Jack nodded and smiled sadly, “I will.”

“Good, now it’s time to wake up.”

“Bye Jack,” Tosh whispered.

“Remember, haunt you forever,” said Owen.

“Got it,” he replied. “Take care of these two, do you hear me Harper?”

“Always,” the medic answered.

“Wake up now Jack,” Ianto said, his voice fading…

“Daddy? Daddy, wake up. Daddy, you’re crying, why are you crying?”

Jack’s eyes fluttered open to see his daughter staring up at him. “Huh? Sophie, I’m fine.”

“Did you have a good dream?”

Jack smiled, “Yes baby, yes I did. I had a dream about Taddy.”

Sophie got out of her seat and climbed into Jack’s lap. She looked up at him and traced the tear tracks down his cheeks. “Was it a good dream?”

“Yes, it was. He said that he loves you very much.”

“I know.”

Jack pulled her to him and kissed the top of her head. “Is that because you know everything?”


He laughed, “I love you baby. I’m never going to leave you, you know that right?”

“Yep, I do,” she answered. “Daddy?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Are you really ready to go home?”

“Yes I am.”

“’Bout time.”

To be continued in the story of Sophie’s 17th birthday, or her 9th, depending on whatever muse hits me first…

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