The Master pushed the TARDIS as hard and as fast as she could go. He wasn't use to this TARDIS and didn't have the same connection to her that he did his but she knew her driver was in trouble. She obeyed his every move, making the ride as smooth as possible. Rather then land her outside again and waste time have to run into his home, he landed right beside the couch in the den. Within moments the door to the TARDIS opened. Both Martha and Marta rushed on their faces identical in concern.

"What happened?" Marta asked him, seeing the blood dripping down his arm from where the bullet had grazed him.

"I'm fine. You need to go to the Doctor he has been shot," The Master informed them.

"It looks like you have been shot to," Martha answered him coming closer.

"I just was grazed, he was hit in the stomach. Go to him," The Master stated as he pushed them towards the medi-bay. Martha didn't need any other prompting as she ran towards the room.

"Why not take him to a hospital?" She asked. She was a doctor herself but she had no training on how to operate on a Time Lord.

"Because regeneration is inevitable," The Master answered them as they headed to the medi-bay. "They will not try to save this body as they have been trained to guide the patient through his regeneration rather then stop it. I won't lie to you, if we interrupt his regeneration it is very dangerous and could result in a final death."

"I won't let that happen," Martha told him determined to save the Doctor. Upon entering the medi-bay she saw Jack standing over the Doctor. The Doctor had an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose as his breath came in short labored gasp. Jack was holding a blood soaked gauze against his abdomen trying in vain to stop the bleeding. The Doctor's right hand was hanging off the edge of the bed, golden light flickering around it.

"Marta, Master, scrub up. I want you ready to operate as quickly as possible. Jack I need you to go and watch Emma," Martha demanded as she moved to get ready as well.

"Please," The Doctor started to moan.

"Don't speak sweetheart," Jack whispered. He adjusted his hands and the Doctor just groaned. Though it hurt him to hear the cry the Doctor let out when he first had put pressure on the wound, the groan was worse as the Doctor slipped away from him. Marta and the Master rushed over. Marta took over putting pressure on the wound, allowing Jack to finally step back. The TARDIS medi-bay was a sterile room but there was a small operating room right off it that the Master wheeled the Doctor into. Jack stood and stared at the door for a moment feeling helpless. He wanted to go in to help them with the surgery but Martha was right he needed to take care of Emma. Slowly he turned, leaving the TARDIS.

-DW-

Three hours passed as Jack sat with Emma. She was feeling better and was sitting up slightly on the couch now rather then just slumping against it. Her leg was propped up on a few pillows showing her toes poking out the bottom of the cast. Her hair needed to be brushed and she needed to be bathed but she was smiling as she nibbled on a few pieces of toast. Jack was happy that she was feeling better and as much as he was going to miss her they needed to take her home soon. He looked up as he heard footsteps approaching.

"How is he?" Jack choked out the question seeing the grim look on the Master's face. Emma didn't like the Time Lord still and snuggled closer to Jack.

"He survived the surgery. We lost him at one point and I don't think I have ever heard such language as Martha fought to bring him back. The bullet was slowed slightly due to grazing my arm but it still caused a lot of damage to his right side, especially his liver before it lodged itself in one of his ribs just missing his spine," The Master explained to Jack. "He is still sleeping off the anesthesia at the moment but we got to him quickly and are expecting a full recovery.

"Can I see him?" Jack wondered. The Master nodded.

"Just make sure you don't wake him." The Master informed Jack. "I will stay here with Emma."

"Don't leave me Daddy," Emma begged, grabbing on to Jack's shirt as he started to stand.

"You will be safe with the Master Emma," Jack paused after. Those were words that he never thought he would say but he knew they were true even after they came out his mouth. "The Master is going to take good care of you while I go and check on the Doctor. Can you be a brave little girl for me and stay with him for a while?"

"I'm not little," She pouted.

"Of course your not. You're a big girl," The Master told her. She looked at him wearily with a small smile on her face. Jack kissed her softly on the top of the head as she finally let go of his shirt allowing him to stand.

"I also received word from the council. They were able to apprehend the Outlaw before he reached his TARDIS. Unfortunately several of the security guards were killed in the process. Two of them have regenerated but the third one died before he could," The Master informed Jack.

"But they got him," Jack said. He agreed with the Master though, it didn't feel like much of a victory. They had managed to stop the Time Lord who had wrecked havoc on the universe for almost a thousand years but at what cost. The Doctor was fighting for his life and three others had lost theirs. Before heading to the Doctor, Jack first went to the Master, wrapping his arms tightly around him. The Master hugged him back, their lips pressing together.

"Go to him," The Master told Jack as he broke the kiss. Not needing to be told twice, Jack rushed into check on the Doctor.