Damian instantly knew when something was wrong. He had been worried about the captain since she left with the second in command, the concerned look she gave him before leaving the room was enough to set him on edge. He had kept his mind off his apprehension by watching the comedic goings on of the Doctor and his companion as soon as his eyes saw one of the transparent screens.

He had been relieved when the captain re-entered the bridge and offered him a smile before going about her task with the transparent screens. He watched Triss enter the area with interest, his eyes instantly focusing on the knife the second in command held in her hand. That wasn't in itself too disconcerting, but the expression on her face was enough to worry him immensely. It was a blank stare, her green face completely blank as she stared towards Jane.

Fearing the worst, he pushed himself off of the wall and began racing up the stairs, watching in horror as Triss calmly moved forwards and lunged her knife deep into the captain's back. She withdrew the bloodied knife as Jane fell into a heap onto the floor and turned to face Damian.

His blood ran cold as he stared at her emotionless face, knowing instantly that the second in command had become affected. With a flash Triss swung the knife through the air, aiming for his face. He dodged the blow and punched her inner elbow, but she kept her grip on the knife and did not let it escape from her grasp. He pushed her backwards, wanting to rush to the captain's aid, but she would not let him pass as she rushed towards him, her arm outstretched. He knocked the blow away by hitting her wrist and sent a swift punch to her face, his fist connecting with a crunch to her nose. The skin on his knuckles ripped off as his punch slid across her sharp scales, making her head rock back from the force. She showed no signs of pain and immediately stabbed forwards with her knife.

He grasped her wrist with both hands, catching the strike, and slammed her slender wrist down on his knee, breaking the bones instantly. He expected her to finally drop the knife, but she still did not relinquish her grip as she was impervious to the pain. He saw her left hand extending towards him from the corner of his eye. He jerked his head backwards, narrowly avoiding her sharp nails that extended from her fingers like claws. She opened her mouth wide, revealing her teeth sharpened to points, her yellow eyes emotionless and blank. She lunged forwards, her mouth aimed for his neck, but he quickly swung her wrist and implanted the knife she still clung to deep inside of her mouth. Undaunted, the blade sticking out of the base of the back of her head, she finally let go of the knife and reached both hands out to strangle him.

He grasped her hands and wrenched downwards, causing her to bend over as he kneed her in the gut. Following through with his momentum he slammed his elbow into the center of the back, making her faceplant onto the floor. He figured that would be the end of it so he quickly glanced towards Jane, who was lying on her back, her eyes wide open and glazed over, her body unmoving. Damian felt his heart stop beating in his chest, the unbearable truth right in front of his eyes. The captain couldn't be dead, he defended frantically, he needed her, he lo-

His attention was brought back to the affected as Triss began to rise, her hands pushing her up, her right arm bent at an awkward angle due to her broken wrist. Anger surged through Damian as he pounced onto the murderer, his legs straddling her body as he grasped her head with both hands. With a fury he slammed her face into the ground, hearing bones crunch as the knife protruded even farther from the base of her head. He repeated the motion, wrenching her head upwards before slamming it down once more, the knife continually lodging itself deeper into her throat. He felt her twitch beneath him, so he repeated the motion again, using all of his force.

Breathing heavy, he finally stopped and removed his shaking hands from her shattered head, glancing around him. The Doctor stood staring at him at the top of the stairs, his jaw clenched and his eyes showing his repulsion towards his actions. Clara stood to his side, her skin taking on the same hue of Triss's scales, her expression filled with disgust and horror. Damian quickly stood, his head dizzy as he turned to face the captain, who remained motionless at the center of the bridge. He stumbled to her side, his heart racing and his mind unable to process his thoughts.

He fell to her side and slid his arm under her slender shoulders, pulling her body closer to him. Her eyes stared upwards, seeing nothing, her mouth was parted slightly to reveal blood stained teeth. His head continued to buzz as he heard raucous shouting all around him, but his full attention was on Jane. He held her body on his lap as he moved a hand to her throat to feel for a pulse, his fingers shaking uncontrollably.

The shouting became clearer, accusatory, as the crew members in the control room shouted and yelled at them. The Doctor shouted back at them, his words decipherable to Damian even though his focus was elsewhere. "The captain is still alive-trust me, I'm a Doctor!"

Damian gritted his teeth in frustration, his mind still clouded in grief. The doctor hadn't even checked on Jane and instead stood on the bridge yelling at the crew members, he would have no idea whether or not Jane was still alive. He had no right to claim as such...

His fingers felt a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. His heart lodged itself in his throat as relief surged through him.

The yelling grew louder and clearer as Damian's attention turned to what they were saying, their shouting mixing together as grief and anger surged throughout the room. "Who are you?" "The captain is dead!" "Who will be in charge of the ship?" "He killed her!" "It's his fault, ever since he came all of this has been happening!"

Damian glanced around him and realized that the red shirt crew members were pointing their fingers accusingly at him, their expressions full of anger and hatred. They began rushing forwards, heading towards the bridge, intent on leaping upwards or surging up the stairs. Frightened for his safety he glanced backwards to the Doctor, who was shining his sonic screwdriver on the captain's door. It opened so the doctor pushed his companion inside and turned to look back at Damian, waving him over.

Damian stood, carrying Jane in his arms and narrowly avoided reaching hands extending towards his legs as he raced forwards. Once through the door he glanced backwards at the many crew members pulling themselves onto the bridge and racing up the stairs, their expressions revealing their intent on destruction and murder. The door slid shut behind the Doctor as soon as he entered, locking them out of harms way with no route for escape.

Damian slowly sank to his knees and laid Jane on the floor, being careful not to jolt her. He glanced hopefully towards the Doctor. "Can you help her?" he asked expectantly, knowing that they would have to do something fast in order to save the captain's life.

"She'll be fine, all she'll need is a shower and a change of clothes once she wakes up," the Doctor said distractedly, his attention focused on the banging racking the door.

"She'll be fine?!" Damian shouted incredulously, glancing down at Jane and the pool of blood that was slowly seeping around her body. "She needs a medic NOW!"

"Just give her a minute for her body to heal herself and she'll wake up, good as new!" the Doctor retorted, apparently completely disinterested with Jane's wellbeing.

Boiling with frustration, Damian stood and forcefully strode towards the Doctor, intent on pinning him to the wall and beating some sense into him. Clara jumped in his way, holding a protective hand out to his chest and stared at him with pleading eyes. "Jane won't die, the Doctor's right; she'll be totally fine."

Damian peered at her, his fingers clenching as he held his arms at his side. "She was stabbed in the back," he enunciated forcefully, trying to talk some sense into them.

"She's immortal!" The Doctor shouted, full of irritation. "She can't die!"

Damian glared at him obstinately. "Are you going to do nothing for her?" he asked, not believing his claims.

"Yes! I'm just going to sit here and watch her until she sits up and smiles, her back completely healed!"

Damian pushed Clara out of the way and swung his arm back in a fist, intending to strike.

"Damian." The name caused shivers to fall down his spine as he let his fist slowly sink back down to his side. He rigidly turned to look at the speaker, his eyes falling to Jane.

She was laying on the floor, propping herself up on her elbows, her blue eyes piercing him. Her expression was strained, showing the pain she was experiencing, but already she looked immensely better than she had moments before. He walked back and crouched by her side, anxiously looking her over.

"I have something to tell you," she said somberly, flinching as she sat forwards. "I'm immortal."