Fenn ran down the street for dear life as the gunfire opened out behind her. She ducked and weaved; her training taking over as she bolted down the street. She felt a sharp pain in her leg, and staggered. She dragged herself around the corner, and ran head-first into the TARDIS.

The Eleventh Doctor poked his head out of the door, and peered down at her, where she had fallen on the ground.

"What're you doing down there?" he asked.

"Oh, you know, the usual, running for my life," Fenn answered.

"How's it coming along for you?"

"Could be better; they're almost 'round the corner."

"Well come in, come in, kettle's on."

The Doctor helped her though the door, supporting her bad side- she'd been shot in the calf muscle. Amy peered around the console, wide-eyed.

"Fetch the first-aid kit please, Pond." The Doctor called to her. Amy hurried off, glancing back at them as she left the room. Fenn lowered herself into the pilot's seat, wincing, and the Doctor transported them to another time and place. Fenn wrapped her leg in her coat to try and stem the blood a little, and the Doctor crouched down to inspect the wound. The lesion itself was fairly clean-cut; the main issue was the bleeding.

"Solid point, Teflon coated bullet, military grade. Hit right amongst the tendons- you'll probably have a limp," the Doctor said as he peered at the small hole, "Should be able to patch it up fairly easily- once we get the bullet out, we can stitch it up, wrap it up in some bandages, and it'll heal fairly well after that."

Fenn grimaced, "Thanks, Doctor."

He looked curiously at her, "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Well, considering that I've been shot in the chest before, not as badly as that. But yes, it does," she gritted her teeth, "I suppose being trained to deal with this sort of thing helps."

Amy came back in, carrying a large, unwieldy container filled with various bits and bobs of medical equipment. She looked a bit queasy at the sight of the wound, so the Doctor took the kit from her and got out the equipment to pull out the bullet. As he was pulling it out with a pair of tweezers, Fenn tried to take her mind off it by talking to Amy.

"Amy Pond, I presume?"

She nodded, "Yep, that's me. How do you know who I am?"

The Doctor snorted, "She knows everything about my life, apparently."

Fenn winced. "Oops. Sorry."

"Since when have you had a first-aid kit, anyway, Doctor?" Fenn asked.

"Since the last time you were here," he answered, "By the way, Pond, this is Fenn Nimear. Say hello."

Amy scowled at him, "How do you two know each other?"

"I was given an order to track him down and arrest him, to give the short version. It's a lot more... complicated." Fenn answered.

"Yeah, well, she got both of us locked in a Stormcage facility and her friend-" the Doctor cut himself off short.

"My friend got erased from time."

The Doctor glanced up at Fenn, and she gave him a look back that spoke volumes.

She spoke again, "We need to bring her back."

"What was your friend's name?" Amy asked.

"Hannah," Fenn smiled, then grimaced as the Doctor pulled the bullet out completely, and dabbed a cloth on the wound. "Well, what do you know; the Doctor really is a doctor."

"Well, I've had plenty of time to practice."

Fenn chuckled, "That's only ever funny in a time machine." She took the needle and thread from the Doctor and sewed up the wound cleanly, clenching her jaw against the pain.

"I could've done that for you, you know."

"It's done now, isn't it? Pass the bandages."

Amy watched this exchange silently, until she found another question, "What do you mean by 'erased'?"

Fenn glanced at her, and then at the Doctor, "What are you up to?"

"Just left Vincent."

"Wow, I've missed quite a bit," Fenn seemed to be deep in thought, "So you've realised what the cracks are- at least a little bit by now. Shame about Rory, by the way." She glanced up at Amy briefly, but only received a look of confusion in return.

The Doctor murmured to her, "She doesn't remember."

"Remember what?" Amy asked indignantly.

"Someone was erased from time, not long ago. I just thought... you might know him..." Fenn trailed off at the blank look that Amy gave her.

"There you go!" the Doctor said cheerily, as he tied the ends of the bandages off tightly. Fenn stood up; testing it gingerly as she gently put weight on it, and then winced as the pain increased. "Thanks again, Doc."

"It's no trouble, Fenn," he said gently, then looked at her with concern as she sagged a little, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "Just tired, that's all."

"Come with me, I'll show you where the spare room is."

"It's okay, Doctor. I know where it is. Nice to see you again. Pleasure to meet you, Pond." She picked up a metal bar that was lying near the console and made her way toward one of the doors at the back of the console room, using the bar as a walking stick. She paused at the door and turned back to look at him, "Oh, and Doctor?"

He looked up from the console.

"I'm sorry. For... well, everything."

He opened his mouth to answer, but she disappeared out of sight, and everything was quiet but for the calming hum of the console. Amy watched in silence as the Doctor set the ship on its course, floating through space.