They really did wish that they could grow accustomed to alarms sounding but their increasing regularity was beginning to grate on their nerves. Their meeting with the Zygons had just finished and they were in the process of leading them out of the UNIT base. Clara was getting on splendidly with Hayley, surprised at how easy it was to speak to someone you knew was actually a giant red...thing. She realised that she had been travelling with the Doctor for far too long for that to now be the case. Even John was becoming more open to conversation, although it was mainly limited to discussing military tactics with Kate for the time being. It seemed to be the only thing that truly got him out of his shell, which they guessed was a positive characteristic seeing as they were about to head into war, whenever that eventually happened. Daniel was still closed off, the most interaction on his part being the occasional nod of his head in response to the few questions that were posed to him. Most of them were just staying clear of him, just to be on the safe side.

The high that they were on from the success of their negotiations was never going to last. They all knew this but, for the weight of reality to come bearing down on them so hard and so soon afterwards, was a rather bitter pill to take. As they walked through the base, a red flashing light began spinning in the corner, just before Malcolm came rushing in, knocking over some paper precariously placed on the desk he ran past. He had to take a moment to gather himself, taking heavy breaths after his brief exposure to exercise. Kate immediately grew impatient.

"Spit it out, man!" she ordered, glancing back at the others with a roll of her eyes.

"The...the...force field!" he panted. They all grew tense at the mention of it. "It's...gone! Disappeared. One moment it was there, still clinging onto life and then...poof! Vanished in an instant. Completely without a trace. No readings left on our scanners because there truly is...nothing!" He was rambling due to his panic and his boss needed to step in.

"We understand what 'disappeared' means, thank you, Malcolm. Now calm yourself down. This is just the start. The real hardwork is only just beginning." She turned her head to look at her leading scientist. "Osgood, try and get in contact with our team in Wales," she instructed, the younger woman nodding her head in the affirmative. Clara stepped closer to her, now worried about the urgency of her tone.

"You don't think anything will have happened to them, do you?" she asked in concern. "It's Wales! Not exactly the main targets they're going to have."

"That depends. Picture the entire country being on lockdown with one solitary helicopter in use. It'd set off a lot of red flags for anyone watching intently." Clara's face went pale, her lips set into a thin line. She needed to stay strong since she was currently acting as the Doctor's replacement during his absence. She needed to make him proud. She adored that look he gave her when she had done something he appreciated, acting as a form of apprentice.

"Even so...it's going to be a while for them to get to Earth, isn't it?"

"I'd wish that were true but those buggers tend to be overly punctual." She looked again at Osgood, who had a black phone to her ear. With a grimace, she shook her head. "Okay. Not what we wanted but there's nothing we can do at the moment."

"They're probably still in the Silurian colony," Graham reasoned, trying to renew their hope. He was proud of himself for remembering the name of the species. It was about small progress.

"Hopefully. But, like I said, we sadly can't dwell on it. London's going to be a major target, as it usually is. And we're slap bang in the middle of it." She had hoped that they would have more time before it came to this but time was even more against them than they had realised. "We've got a large concentration of UNIT soldiers here in the base, understandably, which will help defend it. But we've also had to send out squadrons across the country because it's likely to be a national scale event."

"Meaning we don't have the full contingent of protection," Clara summed up.

"Exactly. Even if we did, I still wouldn't want to have any people inside without some form of protection." Yaz arched an eyebrow.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Despite the danger that was evident, she couldn't help but be excited by being involved in it all. Maybe she would reconsider that mindset when the fighting actually happened.

"You're all going to be given a weapon each. I'm hoping I can trust you all." She eyed them sternly, making it clear to them that she fully expected their best behaviour. They were never going to go against her with the way she was looking at them.

"Does this count?" Wilf asked, pulling his pistol out from his trouser pocket. He'd made sure to keep it on him as soon as they settled in the base, knowing that something like this was bound to happen. They all looked at him in shock and surprise as he twirled the revolver around on his finger. Clara could only smirk. This man was just as full of surprises as the Doctor.

"What? How did you get that past security?" Kate asked in alarm. She really needed to shake up her operation.

"It was in my bag," he sheepishly answered, shrugging his shoulders. "I thought I'd need it."

"Although I admire the show of forethought, that probably won't be effective against whatever we face. You're all going to need more unconventional weaponry. Seeing as the Doctor believes in you, I guess I'll have to trust him and place you with what we've been hiding from the world." Her eyes gleamed with menace at the thought. "I've always wanted to take some of the stuff from the Archive for a test run. Now's as best a time as any."

"We will be able to protect ourselves," Hayley said.

"How?" Graham asked curiously. She arched an eyebrow.

"Do you really want to know?" she responded in a challenge. His eyes went wide and he frantically shook his head.

"No! No, I'll take your word for it, love."

"Primary defense mode will be sufficient," a robotic voice sounded from the floor. K9 rolled into view. The members of the Zygon contingent looked at the metal dog in a peculiar fashion, wondering what other strange things the humans had access to that they didn't know about. They'd almost forgotten that he had stayed in the base with Sarah Jane going to meet the Silurians. Kate was glad that they had his services since she'd heard a lot about his surprisingly vicious bite.

"Good, good. Wait here then," she told them, leaving no room for argument. "And don't go wandering off. I can't have a contingent of Zygon leaders dying the first time they come to UNIT. It would be a PR disaster. Osgood, keep an eye on them."

"Yes ma'am," she dutifully said. With that sorted, Kate began to briskly walk away, the others copying her. She was leading them towards the Black Archive, a place she normally wouldn't be taking so many civilians to. Usual protocol stipulated that it was a section restricted to people with the highest levels of security access, something the group following her didn't really have. But this situation was a time for bending the rules when there was a pressing need to. Clara remembered the last time she had been this deep into UNIT, when the Zygons had first invaded on the day that defined her Doctor. He'd hate the fact that she referred to him as hers...probably. She couldn't tell sometimes and he'd definitely been growing closer to her recently even if he did his utmost to hide that fact. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her. Regardless, he wasn't there to complain so she could think what she wanted. She had to shake her head to refocus on what was important. They walked through an empty corridor, barring the security guard who acted like it was the first time he had met Kate. Clara was sure that he was the same one from her previous visit, remembering the mind-wipe technology they often employed on their workers.

The Archives were similar to what she remembered. A large room with shelves filling the room, along with glass cubes holding the most dangerous of specimens. It was a dark place, red lights adding a sinister tone to it. Despite this, those who hadn't been in there before looked around in excitement, examining the objects on display but being careful not to get too close. They'd learnt not to mess with alien artefacts. They were most fascinated by the examples of alien remains on show. After their briefing, they were surprised to note that they could point out a lot of what was inside. A Cyberman's head on a plinth in the corner. A Sycorax helmet. Even the claw of a Slitheen. Right in the corner was a large painting of a 3D battle, shards of broken glass missing from its frame.

Kate turned to face them, trying to determine what would best suit each person. The positive thing about having such a varied group was that she had a plethora of choices to think about, able to mess around with their matches. With her eyes slightly narrowed, she moved over to one of the nearest shelves, tapping her finger against her lip as she pondered what to do. The rest of them waited in apprehension, wondering how she could be taking so long when time was against them. After a few moments, she hauled off a large blaster. It was a dark grey in colour, with a green streak on both sides. It's end ominously glowed in a similar colour, Graham dodging out of the way as she brandished it towards them. He dusted himself off and tried to play it cool. Yaz, who was trying not to laugh at his obvious embarrassment, was shocked when Kate handed over the gun to her.

"A Taroolan ship landed accidentally off the coast in Holderness. Well...I say landed. Crashed right into the cliff. You should see how badly it's messed with the ecosystem there. Took a full scale clean up team to deal with it and any locals. We found this amongst the wreckage so it's apparently very durable. Which is understandable since it appears to shoot out a highly corrosive acid in its beam."

"And you're giving me this highly dangerous weapon?" Yaz asked dubiously.

"You're showing yourself to have a hidden steeliness. Especially in that meeting before. And you're the one here with the most experience with firearms as a police officer."

"Well, we don't really use them very often…"

"Do you want the gun or not?" Yaz's eyes widened and she quickly grabbed it from Kate with a small smile.

"Yes please." Kate smirked and turned her attention to Graham, handing him a metal box. Curious, he slowly opened and found...two, ordinary looking brown shoes. They looked like the sort he'd wear when he was dragged to a fancy meal or event by Grace. He was baffled and showed his feelings on his face, his eyebrows scrunched up as he glanced at everyone else. They appeared to be just as confused as he was.

"I think I'd prefer a gun like Yaz's," he said.

"Try them on," was the only response he got. Cautiously, he took off his own shoes and replaced them with the new pair. Kate grasped him by the shoulders and turned him so that he was facing a blank area of wall. "Now...stomp your left foot, toe first." He did as he was told and a purple laser shot out from the shoe, his eyes going wide as he took a step back in shock. "Now the right." The same outcome. They could see two scorch marks on the wall, sizzling black spots where the lasers had hit. "The most powerful laser shoe known to man," she explained. "MI5 have been trying for years to get these off us. I've always wanted to try them out."

"Won't...won't they go off or something whilst I walk about?" he asked, still in disbelief.

"Not if you're careful." Those weren't the reassuring words he'd hoped for. He would be treading very lightly for the time being.

Kate now focused on a metal briefcase, opening it up on the table in front of Wilf and Perkins. Inside were two identical white pistols, probably only slightly larger than the gun Wilf had brought along. "Very handy weapons, these. They do have a stun setting but I don't think we'll be trying to keep any prisoners. So I'd leave it on its usual disintegration level." Wilf, who was about to pick his up, retracted his hand in alarm.

"Blimey," he muttered.

"It'll definitely pack more of a punch than your revolver. You can use that if you want...if you don't think you can handle this." His eyes narrowed at her obvious challenge and firmly grasped the handgun.

"Don't you worry about me."

"Excellent. Perkins, I don't know whether you've used something like this before."

"I'm normally a man who wields a spanner," he admitted. Kate and Clara shared a knowing look.

"Sounds just like a man we know."

"No wonder he liked you," Clara said with a smile.

"I'm not really a fighter or a soldier," Perkins told them. "I'm an engineer. I don't know why the Doctor thought I'd be any use to you in a battle." Clara put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Because he knew how well you can cope in difficult situations. You hardly panicked when we took on the Foretold, didn't you?"

"Maybe not on the outside."

"Regardless, none of us here are really fighters. The Doctor has never liked fully fledged soldiers. He'll hate seeing us have to do this, I bet. But he'll know that we have to until we can come up with a better solution. All you do is point and fire. Just not at us." He nodded his head after a moment of thought, taking the gun. "There we go."

"Don't think I'm leaving you out, Miss Oswald," Kate said, even more impressed with her after that show of leadership. Clara sent her an excited grin as the other woman strolled deeper into the room. After a few minutes, Kate returned with something Clara instantly recognised. A Dalek gun, detached from its former user. "You'll know how many times they've invaded us over the years. We were bound to keep something for ourselves when one got too close. It took almost five years for a team of leading technicians to get this thing to work. Trust me, they must have been incredibly confused when their minds were wiped of ever working on it. But, needs must...because we'd struggle to find a weapon deadlier than this." With that, she plonked it in Clara's hands.

"You know when I just said none of us are born fighters? And then you gave me the 'deadliest' weapon you have?"

"You're the Doctor's closest friend. He'd never forgive me if I didn't protect you with the best we have." Clara's cheeks burned but she was still happy to hear someone else thought that. A couple of dull tones rang out from a speak on the wall before Malcolm's worried voice came over the intercom.

"Ma'am, you need to come back to central headquarters right away!" he shouted, making them wince and cover their ears. "It's a matter of the largest emergency possible!" She knew that the scientist was the sort of person to over-dramatise a situation but she could tell he was being deadly sincere. With a gesture of her head, the group, now armed to fight in a battle, followed her back the way they had come. They were soon back in the hive of UNIT activity, Osgood getting Kate's attention immediately. The wall of screens were showing the same scene play out with indications that it was all live. A massive, cuboid-shaped ship was slowly hovering above London, so large that it was beginning to block out the sun. It was a dirty silver and was sending out large groans as it moved in the sky.

"They're here already," Osgood whispered. She'd loosened her bow tie due to all of the stress she was under.

"We just need to find out who 'they' are," Kate responded.

"On it."

"Are they broadcasting anything?"

"Not that we can tell," Malcolm answered, who was typing furiously away on a keyboard.

"So they're not Daleks. They love to gloat. And that's not their typical design of spaceship."

"Whoever it is, they're not just targeting London. Reports are coming through that there's one of these above every major city in Britain."

"Dear god." On the screen, they saw the ship finally come to a halt, still floating in the air. Nothing seemed to be happening.

"Wait," Clara said, walking closer to the screens. "Where they've stopped. That's…"

"Right above us, yes," Kate finished for her in a dejected tone.

"Why would they want to hit us first?" Wilf asked.

"You saw what we have stored down here. They'll know about our collection, I reckon."

"And so will know that we're the only people who can properly fight back," Yaz reasoned.

"Exactly."

"The size of that ship though," Clara pondered. "That's not a typical craft to use for an invasion. That's more like a carrier. A transporter."

"Of what?" Graham asked.

"Just think how many soldiers you could cram in there," Kate explained. "Not just an army. A full scale battalion. One for each city."

"We've got something coming through," Osgood told them in a frantic tone.

"A message?"

"No. The energy input is massively increasing. But why?" That answer came as they saw thousands of metal figures begin to appear in the streets in sporadic flashes of blue. Kate took a step back in fear. As one group would arrive, they'd march out of the way, soon replaced by the presence of another squadron. They kept heading in different directions, beginning to cover large parts of the capital.

"Teleports. They don't need normal fighter ships because it's not necessary. They've got enough cavalry to level the city without an aerial presence. And we just dealt with their last invasion. Just our luck. Cybermen."

The Cybermen touched down across London, surveying the scenes they found themselves in. They hadn't expected it to be so quiet. There were no signs of life anywhere. It was deserted. They had grown to anticipate people running away from them in fear, an emotion they would eventually be able to remove. One commander placed a hand to its chest, scanning the area.

"Large quantities of human life are detected...underground," it said in a deep voice. "Send squadron leader four to investigate." They were the collective closest to their primary target. The Alliance had gathered its knowledge on the humans, pointing out its key strategic defenses. The UNIT base was a notorious stronghold and one that would pose the biggest threat to their campaign. They would be the first to be deleted. As they began to march towards their destination, a large purple dome shimmered into view around them, distorting the sight of their carrier ship. They stopped, unsure as to what was happening. This was far beyond the capabilities of this planet. One soldier walked up to the perimeter, disintegrating into ash as it came into contact with it, screaming in agony as it did so. "Unknown technology in use!" It tried contacting one of the other small armies but, somehow, the force field was intercepting that as well. "Cybermen are instructed to be vigilant."

"Well, you should always be that," a voice said from behind it. The cyber-leader turned around, its legs making a distinguishable robotic sound, and was greeted with the sight of an old man with curly grey hair, dressed in a black suit and a hoodie. "People might sneak up on you otherwise."

"What is the meaning of this? You will explain or be deleted."

"That's good because I really do like explaining my plans," the Doctor replied sarcastically. He moved closer to the Cyberman, noticing its black accents on its design. He was surprised to see such a collection of varieties of the creatures. They were bringing together all parts of their 'society', which was not a good sign.

"All humans will be upgraded!"

"Come on. Put some effort in. Scan the hearts. You know who I am and I'm definitely not human." A red light came from the arm of the Cyberman, running over the length of his body as it scanned him. It took a step back, which just boosted the Doctor's ego.

"You are the Doctor! Enemy of the Cybermen. You will be deleted!"

"Good luck with that." As it menacingly moved towards him, the Doctor's backup arrived. Judoon soldiers flickered into view, surrounding the group of metal mercenaries. Jack and Jenny were also there, pointing large blasters they had found on the Judoon ship at the ones nearest to them with cocky smiles on their faces. Pol Kon Don was the closest to the leader, removing her helmet so she could speak more clearly.

"Crime: unauthorised presence on Category Six planet. Verdict: guilty. Sentence...execution." At the same time, the Judoon produced their red guns and fired at the Cybermen who were too slow to react, destroyed in hot flames, leaving nothing but fiery ash on the floor.

"Good, good. I'm glad that worked," the Doctor said proudly, stepping over the remains of the former Cyber-commander.

"I really have missed working with you, Doctor," Jack said with a grin. There was definitely something wrong with him. He didn't particularly like seeing Jenny holding a gun but had to remind himself that she had been bred to be a soldier. At a time like this, it was a useful, even if heartbreaking, trait.

"Commander," he said, getting a grunt in response. The Judoon really needed to work on their manners, that was for sure. "There's plenty more Cybermen throughout the city. Do you think you can handle it?"

"It is our duty to prevent crime. Nothing will come in the way of justice," she responded strongly. With that, they began to stomp away in the search for more targets.

"Are we not going with them?" Jenny asked curiously, running up to walk with her dad, with Jack close behind her.

"No."

"Then where are we going?"

"Where the Cybermen wanted to get to before we intervened. I've got a lot of catching up to do with my people at UNIT." He led them towards the Tower of London, which was just around the corner. He was running slightly, eager to make sure everyone was okay, especially one woman in particular. Jenny could only smirk at the way he was moving. Even if he would always want to run, this incarnation didn't exactly have the athleticism of the one she had first met. As they got closer, the Doctor began to notice something wrong about the place, frowning as he realised what it was. "They've put it on lockdown," he told them. "No way in without using force and I don't think they'd react too kindly to us doing that."

"How are we going to see them then?" Jack queried, looking up at how tall the building was. "Climb up the walls and sneak in through the top?" The Doctor just looked at him incredulously.

"You know what? I'll leave you to do it that way and I'll go say hello at the front door." He winked at Jack as he walked away, stopping at a coms screen and pressing a green button.

Inside the UNIT base of operations, they had been preparing for the first attack. They had been growing more agitated by the minute as no such occurrence happened, the eerie silence making everyone feel uncomfortable. So when a small screen in the control lit up, showing a familiar face, they allowed themselves to relax a bit. Clara was the first person to the screen when she recognised that loveable face, a large smile on her face as she put her Dalek blaster onto a desk. He was tapping the camera on the other end, even going as far as waving his sonic screwdriver at it. His face lit up when he saw his companion, even though he had been worrying about the moment they were reunited, knowing it was likely that he had ruined their friendship by sending her away.

"Clara!" he exclaimed, trying to put his nerves to the back of his head. "Oh thank goodness you're okay! We've dealt with the nearest contingent of cybermen so do you mind if you let us in?" She pretended to think about, acting as if it was a tough choice to make.

"How could I possibly trust you? I've had experience of you being taken over by cyber technology." She was hiding her smirk as she spoke, her lips set in a stern line.

"I'm not as reckless and daft as I used to be." She let out a laugh at that.

"Have you seen yourself? With your big hair and dress sense? You're probably even crazier than the last."

"Possibly just crazy enough to help you all survive. Now let me in!"

"Fine," she sighed, stretching out the word to mess with him a bit more. "You're no fun." She turned to Kate who walked up to where she was standing and inputted a six digit code into a small keypad. On the surface, a thick metal door with multiple bolts slowly swung open and the Doctor triumphantly walked in, followed by Jack and Jenny.

"Was that Clara you were talking to just then?" Jenny asked as they walked through a dark corridor, passing soldiers wearing full bodies of armour.

"Yes," he answered tersely, knowing where this line of questioning would inevitably lead.

"She's very pretty."

"Is she? I hadn't noticed." Jenny rolled her eyes as Jack's smile grew larger. They could tell that they were touching a nerve.

"You're not that dim to miss that. I could tell straight away how much you like her just from that ten second chat!"

"Nothing can happen! And, if you haven't noticed, we're in the middle of a war. Well, the beginning of the one. You know what I mean. We don't have time to discuss my love life."

"So, what I got from that answer was one, you want something to happen and two, you referred to it as a love life, indicating feelings of love towards this woman," Jack said, patting him roughly on the back. "War is the best time to pursue something like this. The adrenaline is pumping, you don't know if you have time left to wait just that little bit longer. It's basically the universe's greatest aphrodisiac." The Doctor simply rolled his eyes and picked up his pace.

"Only you could find time to flirt during a battle."

"You were doing it just then."

"We were talking! Two people can talk and it not be seen as flirting!"

"You say that I'm flirting when I'm just talking," Jack pointed out.

"Because you're ninety nine percent flirt with a dash of cheese," the Doctor growled.

"We really have uncovered a sore spot, haven't we?" Somehow, the Time Lord managed to walk even faster as they ventured deeper into the base, down a few sets of stairs before reaching the main control room, where he had last been on Earth. As he entered the room, his eyes darting about to take everything in, he froze in his spot. Clara was standing there, an unreadable expression on her face. The others, who he noted were holding a vast array of alien weapons, were choosing to give them some space. Jenny and Jack skidded to a stop, seeing this interaction play out. The Doctor was nervously wringing his hands, his eyes unable to look anywhere but at the ground. It was one thing to talk to her via a screen, but to do it face to face, with the weight of his actions firmly pressing down on him, was another, more dangerous, prospect.

"Clara," he whispered, so very glad to see her face again but, at the same time, petrified about what she might say. She stepped closer to him, her expression still not changing, something that was infuriating him. She was incredibly close to him now, the silence deafening. It was if there was no battle raging outside, no planet on the line, no people to save. Just him and Clara. How it should be.

"You left me. Again," her tone was emotionless apart from the tiniest of hints of anger.

"I know." His voice was deep and tired, his eyes still refusing to meet her own. "I'm sorry."

"That's a lie. Do not lie to me." This time her voice carried more force. "You're not sorry because you still think that what you did was the right thing to do."

"I was trying to protect you…"

"That's not your decision to make. What about protecting yourself? You could have been killed up there and you know what hurt the most about that? The selfish feeling inside of me that kept going - I would never have known that had happened. I would have been down here, fighting this battle, still believing, still dreaming that you would come back and rescue me!" She had tears in her eyes, as did he.

"They did actually want to kill me. They were about to until Jack here," he gestured to the man in question, who awkwardly waved under the unexpected attention, "managed to somehow teleport me away just in time."

"That's not the point."

"No it's not. Leaving you in the unknown like that...for that, I truly am sorry."

"You betrayed me. You betrayed my trust. You betrayed our friendship." His eyebrows furrowed, remembering when he had said those words to her. He looked at her face and was surprised to see a brilliant smile on her face, her white teeth almost glistening against her pink lips. "But do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference? Gotcha."

"You're not angry?"

"Of course I'm angry with you. Bloody furious. I don't want to ever leave your side. I really wanted to slap you. Hurt you almost as much as you hurt me."

"And...why did you decide against that?" He always had to ask dangerous questions.

"Because I realised that you would probably anticipate that, since I've done it so many times. No...I thought I'd do something you would never think to expect." And she grabbed his face, smashing her lips to his before he could react. He flailed wildly as she did but didn't protest when it deepened. Everyone else watched in shock, some of them looking away, not wanting to intrude on what was quite a heated moment. The Doctor didn't know how she was kissing him for so long. He tried to figure out why that was the question he was thinking about when all his brain was really doing was shouting loudly, alarms going off. His body was refusing to listen to his mind. Eventually, he'd go as far to say painfully, she relented and parted, both of them panting deeply. He was looking at her with wide eyes, his brain still not functioning. Clara still couldn't quite believe she had just done that but, after worrying about him for so long, she knew that it wasn't fair to herself to hide her emotions any longer. And if she had read the situation wrong, if he no longer wanted to travel with her because she had gone too far, then at least she wouldn't have to wait too long until the end of the world. They were both becoming more aware that they were surrounded by gobsmacked people.

"Uh...we...uh...gu..je...my…" he rambled, at a loss for words. It was like the time Missy had kissed him before he had known who she truly was, although this had been a much more pleasant experience. He wasn't about to say that just yet though.

"I think you broke him," Kate said, almost in awe. "All those years...my father talking about how unflappable he was...and all it took was a snog." Clara's eyes widened at her choice of phrasing as a deep blush coloured her cheeks. The Doctor pointed at Kate angrily but still couldn't say anything.

"I'm glad you took the plunge," Jenny said, approaching Clara. "He was never going to act first, I reckon."

"I'm sorry but...who are you?" Clara asked, dazed and confused, not just by the presence of this new woman.

"Oh, I'm Jenny. His daughter." She didn't think that it was possible for her eyes to widen further but they managed it.

"Oh my god. I chose the first time to kiss him when his own daughter was watching! Oh my god!" She began pacing, now the one unable to look at him. "Hold on. Daughter! What do you mean? He doesn't have a daughter!"

"Long story," he managed to mutter. "Not made in the...um...traditional way." His eyes caught hers and his embarrassment ballooned again, being forced to avert his gaze again.

"I was basically cloned from his blood against his will," she explained, taking pity on her dad.

"Right. And is this his son?" she asked, gesturing at Jack.

"If only," he joked, stepping closer to where they were standing. "Captain Jack Harkness, former Time Agent. I've heard a lot about you." He took her hand and kissed it, the Doctor swatting it away irritatedly. Was that him being his usual grumpy self or was he acting...jealous. She could only smile warmly at him, and he nervously, albeit hesitantly, reciprocated that action.

"And I thought this day couldn't get any weirder," she remarked.