It took two days but the Master wouldn't give up on the people who were left behind. He didn't move the TARDIS nor did they move as they continued to rest and try to heal. Martha went out and spoke to them on more then one occasion. She was human though it took a while to convince the scared people of that. They thought it was another Time Lord trick, especially because the Master was with her. Only Jacques was more willing to believe that it was possible that the people on board the strange ship didn't want to hurt them and that was only because of Emma.
Emma told him how she had hurt her leg in the forbidden house and how they had made it feel better. It was after dark on the first night, when the pain killers that had been making her able to cope with the broken leg wore off. She cried out in pain, clinging to Jacques. He tried to help her the best he could but the few medications that they had savaged from their burnt out village didn't help. It was almost a relief when the TARDIS door opened and Martha stepped out. She was with the Master again and they walked slowly among the people greeting them and trying to offer assistance. She stopped when she came to Emma.
"Not feeling well Emma," Martha asked her as she knelt down. Emma nodded pitifully against her father's chest.
"My leg hurts," She whined.
"I have medicine that can make her leg feel better," Martha informed Jacques looking up at him.
"We don't need a Time Lord's help," Jacques answered. He desperately wanted to help Emma though. His pride as well as fear of the Time Lords was the only thing that stopped him from accepting the help.
"I understand but Emma is in pain. I don't want to hurt your daughter or anyone else here. You don't have enough medication, bandages or shelter for all these people. We can help if you will only give us a chance," Martha told him. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small vial of pills and set it down in front of Jacques. "Just think about it." Standing up she moved on to the next group. Jacques picked up the vial, looking at the label. He was tempted to throw it but instead slipped it into his own pocket.
Based on the moon, it was after midnight when he pulled the pills back out. Emma hadn't stopped crying and was trembling against him. She was wrapped in his coat so he knew she wasn't cold but in pain from her leg. Desperate now to help her, he swallowed his pride and pulled the vial out. He had fought with himself about giving her the pill since they were given to him. If the Time Lords wanted his daughter dead there was no reason they would wait. Yet it could be a trap, he didn't think so though. Emma wasn't afraid of the woman who came by. He finally took a pill out and praying to the gods he was doing the right thing helped her to take it. Within an hour she was sleeping peacefully against him.
The next day he accepted clean bandages for his wife and food for his sons. The other villagers seeing him taking from the Time Lords slowly began to come around. They took food as well and accepted blankets as well as cots to sleep on to get their injured off of the ground. Martha had her work cut out for her between the recovering Doctor on the TARDIS as well as the people who she was treating in the clearing. Jack came off the TARDIS late the second day to help the Master erect tents in case rain came before they could build new homes. He saw his counterpart Jacques tending to his family, it made him smile but also sad as he remembered the children he had raised and out lived. Jacques would never have that problem, he would live a mortal life with his children.
"They are going to have to rebuild their homes and they lost about half of their population but they are going to make it," Jack told the Doctor as he sat with him later that night. The Doctor was sitting up more in bed though he was still just barely bent at the waist using the pillows to help prop him up. In front of him he had a cup of tea and a partially eaten banana.
"How is Emma?" The Doctor questioned. He had liked the little girl that he only got to spend a short time with. He was sorry for Jack that he didn't get to continue caring for her, but Emma was with her family again.
"She is doing good. Martha is going to see about getting her up on crutches tomorrow as long as she doesn't have any setbacks tonight," Jack explained to the Doctor. The Doctor nodded as he pushed the banana back and forth on the tray. "There are a few more seriously injured that Martha is trying to convince to have surgery and Emma's mother, Sarah, was badly burned in the fire that destroyed their home. We were going to try to stick around for awhile to make sure they are cared for before going back to Gallifrey and the trial of the Outlaw."
"It really won't be a trial Jack. He has all ready been convicted of his crimes across the universe. Those crimes will be restated plus any that occurred since the original sentencing. If he chooses to fight it, he will be subjected to the Sacakurdi," The Doctor told Jack. "If he doesn't argue then he will be locked in a cell for the remainder of his days or forced to regenerate and outlawed to a planet of the Time Lord Council's choosing with no TARDIS."
"So we don't actually have to be there," Jack asked. The Doctor nodded.
"It is better that we are though since we are the ones that finally caught him," The Doctor answered. He smiled as Jack kissed his knuckles, though his smile gave way as he yawned.
"Get some sleep sweetheart," Jack told him. The Doctor shook his head no. "You are still recovering and you need to sleep."
"Not until the Master gets back," The Doctor argued. Jack couldn't help but smile. The two of them had spent the last few nights curled up around the Doctor, holding him while he slept and recovered. Jack couldn't wait until he could hold the Doctor in their own bed once more but he was still going to be in the medi-bay for awhile because of his damaged liver and internal injuries from the bullet. Martha wasn't sure how long as it all depended on how well the Doctor recovered.
"He will join us shortly I am sure," Jack told the Doctor. He moved the Doctor's tray before climbing up on the bed with him. The Doctor turned so that he could hold Jack as he slept. Jack ran his fingers softly through the Doctor's hair but stubborn as always the Doctor refused to sleep until the Master joined them on the bed. He wrapped himself so that he was spooning with the Doctor as the Doctor continued to hold Jack. Within minutes the Doctor was sleeping peacefully.
"They are all moved into tents and all on cots now up off the ground. Martha and Marta were still out there with them when I came in talking to one of the men who needs surgery. We are hoping to get him in tomorrow morning and then Emma's mother in later for an evaluation to see if we can help with the burns," The Master told Jack in a voice barely above a whisper to hopefully not wake the sleeping Doctor.
"They are going to be coming onto the TARDIS?" Jack asked slightly concerned. He wanted to help the people but he was concerned that they could hurt the Doctor in his weakened state.
"We will have the TARDIS create a separate room in the medi-bay. He will be out of the way and safe from anyone who would wish to cause him harm," The Master reassured Jack. Jack leaned forward and kissed the Master softly on the mouth.
"Thank you for everything. We would have been lost here without you," Jack said leaning back.
"I am sure you would have found your way," The Master argued. Jack disagreed though. The Master had helped them find their feet in the new universe and gave him the relationship he always wanted with the Doctor. As soon as the Doctor was healed, Jack felt as though he could have a life in this universe after all with the two men he loved.