Appearing directly outside of the TARDIS Beatrice and the Master practically threw themselves inside. As they closed the door they heard a huge explosion. The Master stumbled over to the consul and immediately set the coordinates to fly away. He was still bleeding from the wound on his arm.

Looking over at Beatrice he was relieved to see that at least physically she appeared relatively unharmed. "Well, that was definitely a close call." Said Beatrice.

"Indeed," agreed the Master.

"We should tend to your arm so it doesn't get infected." She pointed out.

"I am perfectly capable of taking care of it myself." Said the Master. Beatrice put her hands on her hips.

"It isn't a matter of whether or not you can do it yourself. It will be much easier if you let me assist you given that, unlike you, I am not injured." The pair engaged in a stare-off. Finally, seeing that she would not be deterred, the Master gave in.

"Very well," he conceded. Beatrice helped him to the medical room where he sat down in a chair. She moved to get the first aid kit and a washcloth. Kneeling down next to him she gently began to dab at his arm and clean away the blood. He winced at the contact.

"Sorry, I'm trying to be gentle." She said apologetically.

"It's fine. I've had worse." He said.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me. Although it also isn't much of a comfort." She said. Then she added, "by the way, thank you for saving my life, that shot would have hit me if you hadn't pushed me aside."

"Your welcome, I know for a fact that you would have done the same for me." replied the Master, briefly thinking back to the events of the Axons and how Beatrice had jumped between him and Bill Filer's gun. There was a slightly awkward silence. Looking for something to say the Master said,

"Thank you, for helping with my arm," she gave him a small smile.

"Of course, after all, you don't have to do everything on your own."

"I'm afraid that a several centuries old habit of having to do things on my own seems to have slipped in the way. I'm not used to having someone else around when I travel." "

Surely, I'm not the first person you've travelled with?" she asked.

"No, but you are the first human who has been willing to travel with me. Most people don't willingly hop into a spaceship with a certified criminal."

"Well, I'm not most people, am I?" pointed out Beatrice.

"True, you are certainly anything but ordinary."

"Why thank you," she said cheerfully. She paused as she gently began to bandage the wound. Then she said,

"It must get lonely out here on your own." The Master was silent for a moment. If he were honest, it could be somewhat lonely travelling on his own. But he had grown used to it over the years and had learned not to pay attention to such feelings.

He gave her a small and genuine almost-smile. Gently reaching out he pushed a stray tendril of her red hair back into place behind her ear. Despite the fact that her hair was slightly messed up due to running from the Morok, she still looked beautiful.

"Not anymore," he said softly. He watched as she blushed slightly.

"No, I suppose not." She agreed quietly. She shook her head as if coming back to her senses and in a normal voice said, "Well, I would take it easy on that arm but you should be alright now. Is there anything else that I can get you? Aspirin?" she suggested.

"Not unless you want to poison me, my dear," at the confused look on her face he elaborated. "Aspirin can be lethal to Timelords." She nodded.

"Got it. Perhaps we should take it easy before we head out on our next adventure."

"Yes, I would agree with you there." He said in reply and together the two of them left the room.

Author's note: Well, that's one adventure done. Please like and comment. I could really use some comments. Your feedback is valuable and I will reply to anybody who leaves a note. Thanks for reading.