"Nothing is wrong. I a quite fine," Harme began, but then a horrid cough forced its way out of her mouth. She gripped her chest with furry fingers and shut her eyes tight as she forced air into her lungs. "Please, do not worry. I am quite all right"<br/><br/>"No you're not," the Doctor said with a grimace. "You're dying," he said softly before running a hand through his messy hair and groaning. "<em>'What are you doing here?'</em>What a stupid question, you're sick." Harme gave a small smile at the Doctor's words, he frowned at her before taking a step forward and placing his hand on the end of her bed. "Is there anything I can do?"<br/><br/>"I'm dying of old age Doctor. There isn't anything anyone can do about that," Harme replied before letting out a soft chuckle as the Doctor's frown grew even grimmer. "Hush now, I've lived a long life and my only fear is of the harm my death could cause those who are most important."<br/><br/>"What do you mean?" the Doctor asked.<br/><br/>"Your companion is right Doctor. I am afraid, a great deal so," Harme spoke in a strained voice. "Decades ago, when New Earth had elected new leaders and began to rebuild the world, outside help was called in from all corners of the galaxy to help restore civilization. Many have been generous, but some saw our ruined world as an opportunity for profit and have been trying to legally obtain the Earth ever since."<br/><br/>"The Mistress has been a key member of opposition to any political movement that might rid the Earth of any power or civil rights," Rogan spoke solemnly, every word a small snarl or growl. "There have been many attempts on the Mistresses life. Some of which have been disguised to look like they came from Earth folk and their closest allies. The enemy wants nothing more than a reason to cast suspicion on the Earth being primitive from it's years of confinement and unfit to maintain a working world government."<br/><br/>"And you've learned of a new plan to assassinate Harme," the Doctor said grimly. "Which is why the Claws are so on edge and why you've ad such strict security."<br/><br/>"I must die from my condition Doctor. I cannot have my death start a war," Harme said weakly, tears brimming in her old kind eyes. She smiled bitterly and looked away, "It would have been easier if the Face of Boe were here... many worlds trusted his judgement. They were less than pleased to know that someone with a past as dark as mine was helping to restore order."<br/><br/>"That was the past Harme," the Doctor said before striding over to Robin and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Besides, we may not have the big old face, but we do have someone here who shares a thing or two with the fella."<br/><br/>"Doctor?" Harme asked, tilting her head in confusion as she looked back and fourth between him and Robin.<br/><br/>"Robin here is the greatest detective in the universe. She'll be able to find your assassin before he or she manages to even step into this room!" The Doctor said cheerfully before clapping Robin on the shoulder. "Trust me. She may be inappropriately dressed but she'll do the job perfectly."