A/N: I know that this is a long time coming and that it's a short chapter. I bought a notebook and it makes it easier for me to write, so I will be writing more. There are a few more chapters left to this story.

"I suggest you surrender," Rory ordered while brandishing the sword at Samor's back.

The captain raised his hands in the air, but smiled coldly at his captors.

"Are you alright, Doctor?" Jack asked while righting himself back onto his feet, offering the Doctor and hand to do the same.

The Doctor looked pale but managed to smile, "I'm fine, Jack. Thanks for your help, and for saving me."

"No prob, Doc." Jack beamed to the Time Lord.

"So what should we do with him?" Rory asked brandishing the sword near Samor's neck.

The Doctor glared coldly at the Prince, "We take him back to his planet. He'll face justice there," His hazel eyes narrowed, "I will guarantee it. Is Alex healthy enough to to travel?"

"The injection you gave him seemed to reverse his symptoms. Alex is fine now." Rory informed him.

The Doctor seemed to nod like he was listening, but his eyes were on something else in the distance. Rory and Jack's gaze followed the Doctor's own. They all fell onto the TARDIS, which was now standing upright, unlike the Doctor and Jack had seen on the Scythe. It was seething smoke from the interior and spilled out from the doors.

The Doctor ran across to the time machine, placing his hands on the burnt wood. The TARDIS seemed to thrum at its owner's proximity. It had taken Jack's voice calling "Doctor?" for him to snap back to reality and turn on his heals to face them again.

"Right," He ran his fingers through his fringe, "The TARDIS is repairing itself. Not quite ready yet, might be a while. I guess we'll have to take that." He pointed to the Captain's ship. "If the TARDIS is repairing itself, then that means-"

"Yeah Doctor," Rory affirmed with a kind smile, "River is okay. Well, she has a broken shoulder and ribs, but they should heal fast if she's a Timelord."

The Doctor closed his eyes, exhaled, and could be heard saying, "Thank the stars for that." He shot one more disdainful glance at the prince as the remaining crew appeared from their landed safety vessels.

With the Prince now restrained with handcuffs, Jack turned to The Doctor, handing him the vortex manipulator. "You go back up to the hospital for the-for Alex. We'll guard the Prince and prepare the ship to take off again."

The Doctor pressed a few buttons on the watch and in a flash of light, appeared in a hospital room, glanced around, and finally set eyes on Amy. The read-head was near the window, cradling her soon-to-be adopted son with one arm. Next to her, River was laying in the hospital bed with her arm in a sling, laying as though she were (and probably was) asleep.

'Doctor!" Amy gasped, then stood to pull the Timelord into a hug with her free arm, "Are you alright? We saw you and that Jack fellow being captured by Samor."

He shook his head in the affirmative, but in an instant, his hand went to his stomach and he partially doubled over. It had taken a moment for him to straighten up, then his gaze went to his wife, 'How is River?" He inquired softly, as though any louder might give away his emotions.

"The nurses sedated her until her Timelord healing kicks in, which it has. River will wake soon, they said."

His thoughts seemed far away as he looked at River, but then suddenly snapped back to himself, "Amy," he stated flatly, nodding toward Alex. "We need to go to the Sky Djinn's planet. "It's time to for his fate to decided. The TARDIS is rebuilding herself, so we'll take his ship."

Amy absently ran her hand through the child's hair and kissed his forehead. She looked over to her adult daughter, "Doctor, we can't just leave her here."

At this, The Doctor's eyes sparkled with mischief, "Don't worry, River will know where to find us." He put a folded note and Jack's vortex manipulator onto the bedside table.

The crew of the Scythe had returned to their posts, while both Rory and Captain Harkness stood on the bridge. The officers checked all the ship's systems, talking more freely than they had ever had done so before. The main screen was focused on the main entrance of the hospital, which was still had it's shield up.

"Mr. Harkness?' The voice of Tharlnod called with uncertainty. He was watching the screen but continued hesitantly, "I worry about the fate of the child. We are a race that believes very strongly on remaining on their planet with families. Then there is his...condition."

At this, Rory broke in with a smile, "We humans understand family on Earth. As for his condition...well, The Doctor hopes that the seizures will stop now."

Kotens was the next to speak "The fact remains that we do not let outsiders into our world. For him to be be adopted by humans is...unprecedented."

Jack chuckled, "The Doctor has done the impossible sometimes, I've seen it."

The crew looked up to see the hospital's shield disappear, while two forms limped out the doors. It was Amy and the Doctor, the former holding up the latter by latchit it around his back.

Tharlnod watched with pursed lips as the two (or rather three as the child was in Amy's other arm) slowly made their way to the ship.

"I hope that The Doctor will even make it to our destination," another ensign commented in a low tone to his fellow crewman.

When the two entered the bridge, Amy rushed over to her husband and embraced him. "I saw the whole thing, Rory. There's mah hero." She kissed him on the cheeks, making Rory blush. The Doctor smiled, but was holding tightly to the railing looking ashen.

"Doctor, I think you need to go to the infirmary." Kotens informed him. "You don't-" he paused, "You need care."

The Doctor waved it away and focused on the screen, "Let's take off. We need to settle this once and for all."

The ship levitated off the ground for a moment or two, then rocketed out of the atmosphere into the depths of space, the planet becoming smaller. behind them.

TBC...