Ginny had just finished having a cup of tea with her mother at The Burrow when she heard an odd sound. "What is that?" she asked. "Is it one of dad's things?"
"It had better bloody not be," said Molly. "I've told him so many times that he…"
"What's that?" asked Ginny, who was watching in shock as a blue police box began to appear in the backyard.
"ARTHUR! What have you done this ti…" started Molly, as the door to the TARDIS opened to reveal Harry helping carry a heavily wounded man out with another stranger.
"Hi mum, is the kitchen table empty?" asked Ron, hurrying out ahead of the two carrying the wounded Doctor. "We're gonna need it for a few minutes."
"What the hell have you three got yourselves into now?" asked Molly, as Hermione led the others out of the machine.
"It's kind of a long story, Molly," said Hermione. "The important part for the moment is that the Doctor is injured."
"Doctor who, exactly?" asked Molly.
"No, he just goes by the Doctor," said Hermione, still leading Molly inside. "Come into the lounge, me and Ron will explain everything. Oh, hi Ginny."
"How is it that you guys have ended up in a life-threatening situation, and managed to come out of it unharmed for once?" asked Ginny.
"Did you miss the part where Harry and John carried an unconscious man into the kitchen?" asked Ron.
"And that's another thing," said Molly. "Who are all these people?"
"And why isn't there some tea and biscuits waiting for us?" asked Gene, who started looking through some cupboards for something to eat. "Mind you, I wouldn't say no to something stronger if you have it."
"Gene, for God's sake, we're guests here," said James. "Besides, isn't it enough that we're already using this young lady's kitchen table?"
"Oh, I'm not that young," said Molly, giving James a wink.
"James, I swear to God, if you even try anything on my mum…" started Ron, leaving the threat unfinished.
"Fine," said James, taking a seat next to Ginny. "So, what's your name darling?"
"Don't even think about hitting on my wife," said Harry. "Or there won't be enough left of you for Ron to do whatever he has in mind."
"Spoilsports," muttered James, as Ron and Hermione started explaining what was going on to Molly and Ginny.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen…
"I don't understand it," said John, listening through a stethoscope. "His heart seems to be beating twice as fast as normal. Why is it doing that?"
"Probably because he has two hearts," said Martha, ripping open the Doctor's shirt to examine the wound.
"Why the hell does he need two of them?" asked John, looking for something in his bag of medical supplies.
"He's an alien, how should I know?" asked Martha, examining the injury. "Look, fact of the matter is, he's hurt, and needs help, and we're the only ones here who know anything about medicine."
"Are either of you even qualified to handle alien biology?" asked Sherlock, watching from the side.
"Oh, shut up," snapped Martha. "Like you know any better."
"Well, I could…" started Sherlock.
"She said shut up," said John, surprising Sherlock enough that he stopped talking. "Now, do you have any idea what the Dalek's weapons are?"
"Some kind of electrical attack, I think," said Martha. "Which is why the injury is a burn. Normally the attacks can kill instantly, but this came from a weakened one, so it might not be completely fatal."
"So what do we do?" asked John.
"I have no idea," said Martha. "So I say we improvise and see what happens."
"Well, we're about to be a man down," said Sherlock, getting up from where he was sitting. "Mr. Hunt, did you find any biscuits?"
"Still looking," said Gene, checking under the sink. "Could you take a peek over there for me?"
"Will you two stop raiding my house?" snapped Molly, charging into the room. "Honestly, is this how you normally act when you come to a stranger's house?"
"I guess I don't typically do it…" said Sherlock.
"I would," said Gene. "We're guests, aren't we?"
"Listen here," said Molly, storming right up into Gene's face. "My son-in-law brought you here because he knew this would be a safehouse while him and his friends regroup and figure out a plan for…whatever it is that's going on. And for whatever reason, that group includes you. However, if you think that you can just come in here and do whatever you want, you've got another thing coming."
"Listen miss," said Gene, not about to let himself be intimidated. "I am the law, and if I want a bloody biscuit, I'm going to get one."
"Oh, if you're the law, then I'm about to commit a felony," said Molly, not even blinking at Gene's attitude. "Because under this roof, the one who makes the rules is me"
"You really think you can scare a man who's nearly a foot taller than you?" demanded Gene. "Let me tell you, you can't scare a man who's already dead."
"I killed the Dark Lord's right hand woman," said Molly. "I'm not about to bow down to some high and mighty muggle."
"Okay, as entertaining as it would be to watch you two kill each other," said Harry, stepping between the two. "I think it would be more beneficial if the two of you just reigned it in a little." As he was speaking, Harry pulled out his wand. "Accio biscuits." A tin that had been sitting above the fireplace floated over to Harry, who opened the tin for Gene.
"Why thank you," said Gene, a hint of snark in his voice. "At least someone knows how to act as host."
"Watch it you…" started Molly.
"We're losing him," said John urgently from the kitchen table. "His hearts are going ballistic. I don't…" It was then that John noticed the Doctor's hands. "Is he…glowing?"
"Oh no…" said Martha. "I think he's about to regenerate."
"Well that's good, isn't it?" asked Sherlock. "It means he'll be okay in a moment?"
"Yes, but he only has a finite number of regenerations," said Martha. "And he's about to lose his tenth."
"How many bloody lives does he need?" asked Gene.
"Thirteen," said Martha.
"Oh, good, we can use him as a shield another couple of times," said Gene.
"Oh, you did not just say that to…" started Martha, as the Doctor started glowing even brighter. "HIT THE FLOOR!" The group all dived to the ground as light enveloped the kitchen of the Burrow.