The Doctor sighed as he re-entered the TARDIS. His ears were still ringing after the earful he'd received from the Brigadier over the manner in which he'd adopted Harry. He hadn't been able to get a word of explanation in edgewise until the Brigadier had paused to take a deep breath several minutes in. His quick "Harrywould'vediedotherwise!" had caused the Brigadier to pause long enough for him to continue to the point that he'd stepped in it once again. Apparently, the Brigadier had taken exception to his previously completely hands off method of raising Harry which he'd loudly and angrily referred to as "foisting the child off on a pair of unsuspecting humans".

Suffice to say, the discussion had not gone well, and the Brigadier was angry with him for reasons that it was likely only a human would understand.

After swallowing a pain-killer to deal with the incipient headache that had been caused by the fallout of the arrival of the son which he previously thought he wouldn't have to deal with until the boy hit puberty and everything that came with it due to the longer lifespans of his adoptive mother and her husband, he headed to the nursery to speak to said son. When he got there, it was to find one of the old Rassilon programs punishing the child who was barely standing.

By the looks of things, the hologram was set on Dicipline Level 3.

How the hell the thing reached that high a setting so quickly, he had no idea. It had taken him until he was seventy before he warranted being punished with a level 2 setting, and he'd been an unusually unruly child during his youth.

"Deactivate!" he yelled as the hologram announced that it was raising the punishment level to level 4, which was a level that purportedly resulted in Regeneration. Nobody, but Nobody had ever made it to Level 4 during their youth. Not even the Master.

Running forward, he caught the boy who was now collapsing to the floor now that there was nothing to resist. The boy growled low in his throat and looked up at him with cold green eyes that soon shut as he lost his fight with consciousness.

"Great." the Doctor muttered, briefly worried about what the fact that for a moment he was more concerned about the Brigadier's reaction to this than the boy's condition said about him.

"Not even I was this much trouble," the Doctor said as he carried the unconscious Time Lord/Tenza/Human hybrid to the TARDIS's medical bay to be seen to.

Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart found himself wondering if he'd been too hard on the Doctor as he called together a meeting of the base's command staff who were immediately beneath him in order to discuss the matter of the Doctor's son who would be staying with them for an indefinite period of time. He hadn't been having the best of days, and the matter had just compounded things.

Having had a moment to think about things after the Doctor had dropped the bombshell that he was a parent with children young enough to be looked after rather than a grandfather with an empty alien nest, a certain nasty suspicion had niggled its way into his mind in regards to the child's maternity. It had been with the confrontational mindset that had been a result of said suspicion as well as the unexpected bomb that had been dropped with all of the calls and paperwork that would result from it that had sent him to face the Doctor spoiling for a fight.

Truth be told, aside from the queer green eyes, the boy had looked very much like a cross between what the Doctor used to look like before he transformed and Zoe Herriot in the glimps he'd gotten of him before the Doctor had stashed him away in the TARDIS that the Doctor was frittering money away trying to repair.

When the Doctor who had in fact been innocent of Statutory Rape and apparently hadn't been aware of potential improprieties on his part had mentioned genetic modification, he'd gone off on the man like he'd been itching to do from the start. When the Doctor had mentioned completely abandoning the boy to his adoptive mother and her husband without once checking up on him and having absolutely no idea what the boy had been up to since, he'd felt completely justified in his previous tirade and justified in launching another.

Afterwards, when he realized he knew nothing about Gallifreyan mating habits or how, when or even if their males were involved in the rearing of their offspring, he began to wonder if he had been wrong to go off on the man who had unexpectedly had his admittedly adopted offspring dropped in his lap due to unexpected circumstances. There was also the fact that the boy would've died if the Doctor hadn't adopted him...

When the Doctor had arrived late to the meeting without the boy he had planned to introduce to those who were in charge of the day to day operations which would be affected by the child's presence in tow, he immediately knew something was wrong.

"Doctor, where is your son?" he asked.

The Gallifreyan equivalent of a flinch, which he'd learned to discern over his acquaintance with the Doctor, confirmed his suspicions. Something had indeed gone wrong.

"There was an incident with the disciplinary program in the nursery," the Doctor said, sounding as if he was trying to minimalize his involvement in yet another lab explosion that had been entirely his fault. "Harry needs some medical attention, but he will soon make a full recovery."

"Medical attention!" the Brigadier exclaimed before drawing in a sharp breath.

No, he had indeed not been too hard on the Doctor. He'd gone too lightly. It was clear that the alien had absolutely no idea how to deal with children, was clearly incapable of taking care of them, and was in fact a serious threat to their continued health and well-being. A fact that should've been obvious from the start, considering the fact that he had been there when the Doctor had dragged two different teenaged girls into potentially deadly danger right in front of him.

"Doctor," he said, his voice deadly calm since he was so furious that he'd come out on the other side of anger. "You will hand the boy over, and any and all visitation you have with the child will be heavily supervised and will immediately be curtailed if it is deemed that you have become a further danger to his health either physically or mentally. Noncompliance will result in your arrest and a complete loss of privileges."

The Doctor got that look he did when he was going to find some way to creatively interpret his orders if he didn't outright defy them.

"If you try to defy me on this Doctor," he said. "May I remind you that the child has been in your custody for less than two hours and he already needs medical attention because of your own negligence."

Making a strange growling noise deep in his throat that clearly indicated serious displeasure, the Doctor sharply whirled around and stalked out of the room like a large angry predator in human skin. Watching this intentionally intimidating display, the Brigadier was once again reminded of the fact that the Doctor was only friendly for as long as he chose to be. This incident would seriously damage the relationship UNIT had with the Doctor and could potentially turn the man who was trapped on their world as much by his own choice to follow his own ethical code which prevented him from overpowering the Master and stealing his TARDIS as he was by his own people unfriendly but, considering the fact that a child's life potentially hung in the balance, so be it.

The Master listened to the chatter coming out of the UNIT base where the Doctor chose to reside. Apparently, the Doctor had rather stupidly reproduced once again. Why the Doctor kept doing that despite the fact that his children tended to resent him and push him out of their lives at the first available opportunity, he didn't know.

Of course the Doctor's children had had good reason to resent him. While the Doctor had behaved somewhat like a proper Time Lord during his marriage, there was the little fact that the Doctor who completely adored children had a hard time telling the difference between Adventure and Child Endangerment due to the scrapes he had gotten into when he was a child. He tended to think that the little outings he was taking his little ones on during their parent/child bonding time were the former. His children thought it was the latter, and attempted to avoid him like the plague during school breaks for fear that their father would drag them on another "Adventure".

The Master almost pitied the Doctor's new child. Almost.

Omake:

The recently resurrected Rassilon followed his host down a corridor.

"I'm deeply sorry, but there was an accident with the guest quarters that will take a while to be fixed. If you would be willing to spend the night, uh, here, your quarters will be ready by tomorrow morning." Rassilon's host said as he led the founder of Gallifreyan society to a well appointed nursery that had clearly seen generations of use.

Scowling, Rassilon entered the nursery and resigned himself to one uncomfortable night in exchange for several more comfortable ones which would be happening when the emergency renovations that his host didn't know he knew about were complete. He cared not one whit that these renovations were practically bankrupting his host who was making sure the guest quarters that were being prepared contained every luxury that could be obtained on Gallifrey.

Rassilon swore as he tripped over a toy that had been left out by the child of his host who was currently staying with friends while he walked over to the trundle bed on the far side of the nursery.

As he called the species of his host's ancestors into question, a hologram of his previous self appeared in front of him.

"Rassilon says: Swearing results in immediate corporal punishment." the hologram that looked rather ridiculous compared to Rassilon's current form, especially with that massive beard, said as it approached Rassilon and poked him in the arm, giving him a light stinging shock.

Rassilon's eyes narrowed as he faced the image of his previous self, the form he had inhabited as he had slept through the millennia before being reawoken in his current form.

It was so on.