"KATE!" Clara yelled as she saw the blood seep through her beige trench coat. "Doctor, she's bleeding."

"Oh" The Doctor leaped over the console towards the trio, picking Kate up as she lay unconscious. "Medical room. Now."

"Medical room? Since when?" Clara asked as the young army officer followed.

"Only materialises when we need it. I would say now we need it." He walked into the sterile looking room as the lights came on above his head. Kate groaned slightly as he lay her on the bed. The blood seeped from the bullet wound on her arm as the Doctor told Clara to get the coat off her. "And what exactly are you doing here?"

"I." The army officer stood to his full height. "I saw a woman on the ground. I. I followed."

"Were you ordered to follow us?" The Doctor snapped as Kate seemed to grow paler by the second.

"Doctor." Clara bit her lip. "This is not good. Can we help Kate before we question Alistair?"

"Right. Yes, of course." The Doctor shot the younger man a look before he gently placed an oxygen mask over Kate's face. "I am sorry. This was not meant to happen. I didn't bring you here for this." He peeled the cloth back as he saw the bullet wound. "Oh."

"Oh what?"

"That wound." He pointed at the hole in her shoulder. "That was not made by a weapon from Earth. That was a gun but."

"The Assassins?" Clara asked as she pressed fresh gauze on the wound. The Doctor nodded.

"Keep pressure on it." He felt an overwhelming sense of guilt wash over him. He had brought Kate with them to keep her safe, to make sure she was in existence and she had been hurt. He looked at the young man in the corner. "What?"

"You're a Doctor."

"No, I'm the Doctor." He rolled his eyes as he cleaned the wound and pressed a small metal device against the wound. "Diathermic. Clean and cauterise. Stop the bleeding. She'll be ok but will need to sleep for a while yet." He pulled a fluffy blanket from a store cupboard before covering Kate with it. "She need to keep warm."

"She'll be ok?" Clara asked.

"I." He looked at his friend, knowing Clara Oswald was the one person he was unable to lie to. "I hope so. She will sleep for a while." He turned to the newcomer. "You just followed us? You in a habit of just following strange people into blue Police boxes?"

"No, not really." Alistair stood to attention. The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"Explain yourself."

"I was there and you had an injured woman in your arms. I wanted to see if I could be of any assistance." He stared at the Doctor who smiled slightly, remembering how in his third incarnation the Brigadier was one of the few men that would stand his ground. He knew that in Alistair's mind this was the first time they had met but he knew the man the lad in front of him was going to become. He nodded once.

"Good enough."

"She was shot. You said that the bullet wound was not made by a weapon found on Earth. You told your young lady."

"His what?" Clara turned, hands on hips.

"My friend. Clara, her name is Clara." He sighed. "She's my."

"Associate? Assistant? Carer?"

"Yeah, I care so he doesn't have to." She rolled her eyes as she turned back to her friend, still worried. The Doctor raised his eyebrow.

"Private Lethbridge-Stewart, I think you and I need to talk."

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Kate was well aware of what was going on around her. Clara's panicked voice and the Doctor lifting her up as if she weighed nothing had told her exactly how bad the situation was. The so called Assassins the Doctor had told her about seemed to have known they were in 1970s Scotland. Why they were there still eluded her but the dark haired young man who had been talking to Clara seemed very familiar. She kept her eyes shut as she tried to work out why she would know him. Why would a young man they had never met before chase them into the TARDIS? She blinked as she heard the Doctor call him by his name.

Dad? Oh boy!