Asylum Of The Daleks

Yes I am working on The Blue Envelope chapter six, don't fret, also chapter two of grief. I thought I needed a little fun, between all these angsty fics, and I love this episode so much. I hope you like the twist.

The Doctor steps out of the shadows, gazing out to the landscape of possibly the only planet that he has ever truly hated. A woman, with red hair, is waiting for him in front of a window, looking out onto the fire and smoke spread across the planet's dry abandoned landscape.

"I got your message," he says as he steps towards her. She turns, a little startled, but then, he's used to that. Not many people expect a man with floppy hair and a bowtie to be the most important person in all creation. "Not many people can do that, send me messages." He continues. He's more than a little intrigued by this woman. She feels wrong.

"I have a daughter, Hannah," is all she says, "She's in a Dalek prison camp. They say you can help"

"Do they?" he asks. He wishes people would stop talking about him. He spent a lot of time removing himself from the universe, becoming just a rumour, a myth. "I wish they'd stop." He hangs his head slightly, avoiding her oddly frosty gaze. He looks out onto the landscape of Skaro, and sighs. "Hell of a chosen meeting place."

"They said I'd have to intrigue you," she turns too, to look outside to the planet's corpse/

"Skaro, the original planet of the Daleks. Look at the state of it," he says, oddly remorseful, before turning back to the woman "Who told you about me?" he asks.

"Does it matter?"

"Maybe not. But you're very well informed" he turns back to face her again, trying to figure out what it is that doesn't quite make sense in this whole story. The woman stays silent, her eyes baring into him, making him feel uncomfortable. "If Hannah's in a Dalek prison camp, tell me, why aren't you?"

"I escaped."

He just laughs, a soft, albeit slightly sinister laugh. "No," he says "Nobody escapes the Dalek prison camps." He reaches out his hand to touch her face, not surprised that it is icy cold. "You're very cold." He comments.

"What's wrong?" the woman asks. The doctor removes his hand slowly, and turns around, looking for an escape. "It's a trap." He says.

"What is?" she asks, following his eyes around the room. He looks at her, and sighs, I'm sorry he thinks.

"You are. And you don't even know it."

And then slowly, her head twitches with a horrific bone cracking sound and a Dalek eyestalk protrudes out of it. She shoots him outright, a Dalek gun sticking out of her hand and everything fades to black.

When he wakes up, he is surrounded by daleks, which is more than a little worrying as you can probably imagine. The parliament of daleks, all gathered around. He wonders why he hasn't been killed yet. He gets up and dusts off his jacket. "Next time, a formal invite and a carpool might be nice." He comments sarcastically, and then laughs to himself a little. Look at him, trying to be sarcastic with a bunch of Daleks.

Suddenly, light appears, and none other than his Amelia and Rory appear, looking more than a little unconscious on the floor. Transmat, he thinks to himself, a little wistfully haven't seen one of those since satellite five. Suddenly his chain of thought is interrupted by Rory, who has suddenly coe to, shortly followed by Amy.

"Where are we?" he says, a little groggily before turning his face around, and noticing the number of Daleks. "So how much trouble are we in?" he comments sighing a little, annoyed.

"Out of ten, Mr Pond?" the doctor says, walking over towards them "Eleven."

"Where are we?" Amy asks, coming back to her senses and standing properly beside Rory. It feels weird, doing all this again, with her husband. Sorry, ex-husband. She would have to get used to saying that. "Spaceship, right? She whispers, to The Doctor.

"Not just any spaceship," he whispers back, his face worming its way in-between them both, his hands on their shoulders "The Parliament of the Daleks. Be brave."

"What do we do?" Amy asks, quite alarmed.

"Make them remember you." Is all he says, before releasing the Ponds and turning around to the collection of Daleks.

"Well come on then!" he calls, quite frankly bored of this whole affair "You've got me. What are you waiting for? At long, long last. It's Christmas! Here I am!" he throws his arms out, and winces a little preparing himself for the daleks hard blast. Not a bad way to go, being exterminated. Perhaps it's time for a new form.

"SAVE. US. YOU WILL SAVE US." One Dalek eventually says the robotic voice, droning. This makes The Doctor open his eyes once again and lowering his hands. Did they just ask him to save them? This can't be right.

"YOU WILL SAVE THE DALEKS."

Suddenly the vast collection of daleks all begin to chant the same words, SAVE THE DALEKS, over and over again.

"Well…" the doctor says "This is new."

oOo

"Day 363, the terror continues," Oswin says aloud both to herself and her friend "Also, made another soufflé. Very nearly." She dumps the burnt object of her terrible baking skills into the bin, and walks over to the door. "Check defences," she raises her hand against the door. Still sturdy "They came again last night. Still always at night, maybe they're vampires, I don't know, you never say. Oh! And it's my mums birthday in case you wanted to know."

She settles herself over onto her hammock, and then frowns slightly when she is met with no reply. "Are you there?" she asks, a little disheartened. After a few seconds, some light static filters through and a voice that she knows all too well comes through. "Sorry Oswin, I'm listening. Sorry about your soufflé. I'm not very good at baking either. Happy birthday to your mum."

Oswin grins and laughs "Thanks. Happy birthday mum, I did make you a soufflé but it was too beautiful to live."

"Yeah, I don't think she'd believe that."

"Oh, whatever." Oswin says, with a light laugh. Her happiness is then interrupted by the sounds outside the door. YOU WILL LET US ENTER. WE. WILL. ENTER!

"Can you do something about that?" she asks, pretending to be less scared than she actually is. Then her friend delights her, by putting some classical music on, the volume increasing rapidly. She frowns and closes her eyes, trying to drown out the frightening sounds from outside her door. Her friend helps make them better. She wishes she didn't just have to refer to the woman who had been keeping her company over an occasionally muffled audio as just 'her friend' but she wouldn't say her name. But Oswin didn't mind, because being able to talk to someone, was stopping her from going completely mad, which helped.

"Anyways Oswin, over and out. Got some stuff to do. I'll check in later, for a chat." The cheerful voice says.

"Okay," Oswin says, relaxing a little "Speak to you soon."

Although her friend kept herself anonymous, she wondered where exactly she was. Oswin had made a comfortable hide-out here, but had no idea if her friend could ever come and visit in person. She always said she was much too far away.

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"What is he doing?" Rory whispers to Amy, noticing The Doctor's eyes flitting around the room, before gazing upon them both.

"He's chosen the most defendable area in the room, counted all the Daleks, counted all the exits, and now he's calculating the exact distance we're standing apart and starting to worry."

The Doctor gives them both an odd look. Something wasn't quite right in the picture he was seeing "Oo! And look at him frowning now. "Something's wrong with Amy and Rory and who's gonna fix it?"" he pulls his bowtie, straightening it, before turning his back to them "And he straightens his bow tie!" Amy finishes, sarcasm dripping off every word. Rory just frowns. When had she become so cynical, and cold? Somewhere between The Doctor flying off and the modelling and the divorce, everything had changed.

Rory's trail of thought is interrupted by a Dalek. "WE. " it stated.

"Arrived where?" The Doctor challenges.

"Doctor," the woman with the red hair who neither Rory or Amy knew speaks up, "The Prime Minister will speak to you now." She says, gesturing to what The Doctor assumed to be the current leader of the daleks behind her.

"Do you remember who you were?" The Doctor asks, looking at the woman, pitifully "Before they emptied you out and turned you into their puppet?"

"My memories are only re-activated if they are required to facilitate deep cover or disguise."

The Doctor sighs. That was one thing out of many that he particularly despised about the daleks. Their need to make everything so… robotic. And cold. "You had a daughter," he offers, but was met with no emotional response from the woman, Darla. "I know, I've read my file." Is all she says

The Doctor just frowns gently, he had known really, from the first time they spoke that she was already long dead. "Well?" he asks, looking around at the parliament. The quicker he could leave this place, the better.

"What do you know of the Dalek asylum?" the prime minister, a shrivelled up mutation ain a jar asks, his voice harsh and croaking.

This catches The Doctor's attention, he rolls his eyes disapprovingly. He had hoped somewhat that the asylum wasn't actually real. But then again, most legends tend to have some kind of origin point. "According to legend, you have a dumping ground. A plane where you lock up all the Daleks that go wrong" he spat "The battle-scared, the insane. The ones even you can't control, which ever made any sense to me."

"Why not?"

"Because you'd just kill them" he replies, his voice rising slightly. He knew the daleks history of killing loved ones, particularly his, better than anyone. Killing was what they were good at.

"It is offensive to us to extinguish such divine hatred."

Now that shocks him. He knew that the daleks were vile, putrid creatures. But that comment right there took the biscuit. " I thought you'd run out of ways to make me sick, but hello again." He says, his face close to the glass. His voice is barely a whisper as he asks "You think hatred is beautiful?"

"Perhaps that is why we have never been able to kill you."

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"The asylum occupies the entire planet, right to its very core." Darla says, stepping over to where Amy and Rory are standing, as the white spot on the floor begins to open.

"How many daleks are in there?" The Doctor asks, curiously, looking down through the opening floor into the vast planet beneath them. He still isn't aware exactly what it is the Dalek want him to do, but it can't be good. Also, the Ponds, he's worried about them. Something between them isn't quite right.

"A count has not been made. Millions, certainly."

"All still alive?"

"We assume so. The asylum is automatically operated, supervision is not required"

"Armed?" Amy asks.

"Daleks are always armed." Darla responds.

"What colour?" Rory asks. The Doctor and Amy both give him a puzzled look. "Sorry there weren't any good questions left."

Darla choses to ignore the human, and continues with her point. "We have received this signal, from inside the planet" she says, as blaring classical music begins to play.

"WHAT IS THE NOISE?" a white Dalek asks "EXPLAIN."

"It's me," The Doctor says, waving his arms gently and smiling.

"I'm sorry, what?" Rory asks, turning around. Now The Doctor has done some pretty weird stuff, but no? Could he?

"On the triangle," The Doctor explains, chuckling lightly at the memory. "Rose helped, we sort of got buried in the mix." He admits, trying to listen out for their part.

"Rose?" Amy asks. Unfamiliar name, Rose. Had he replaced her with a new companion already?

But The Doctor ignores this question, and continues his rambling "Carmen, lovely show," he pulls out his sonic and begins scanning the transmitter/receiver. "Someone's transmitting this. Have you considered tracking back the signal, and talking to them?" he asks. He is met with silence, obviously. "He asked the daleks." He jokes to himself.

"Hello, hello Carmen?" calls into the receiver. Oswin bolts up from her hammock, was that a voice? That wasn't her friend, for sure. She walks over to her controls. "Hello?" she says softly.

"Hello, hello, come in." the voice continues. Pull it together Oswin there's someone else out there.

"Hello!" she says excitedly, typing quickly "Yes, yes, do you read me?"

"Reading you loud and clear! Identify yourself and report your status"

"Hello," she says again, smiling "I'm sorry, but are you real? Like actually, properly real?"

"yep that's me, The Doctor, actually properly real." He smiles

"Oswin Oswald, junior entertainment manager starship Alaska, current status crashed and shipwrecked somewhere, not nice. Been here a year, provisions are good but… keen to move on"

"A year?" The Doctor asks, a little shocked. "Are you okay, are you under attack?"

"Some local life forms," Oswin admits "Been keeping them out, me and my friend."

"Oh so you aren't alone in there?"

"Oh I am. My friend, she's somewhere else on the planet. We chat, through radio waves. She's nice."

"What's her name?" The Doctor asks, smiling.

"She doesn't ever say, but hey. I can't complain. It does get a little lonely in here. But still, I've kept myself busy. Making soufflés."

"Soufflés?" The Doctor asks smiling a little. "Where'd you get the milk?" he suddenly asks his voice turning serious. Confused.

"THIS CONVERSATION IS IRRELAVENT." The white Dalek says again, and The Doctor rolls his eyes. "No it isn't!" he shouts back, but Oswin is already fading. She rushes to the controls, "No, no hello?" she shouts.

"Because a star liner has crashed into your asylum, and someone's got in. and if someone's got in, then everything can get out. A tsunami of insane daleks, even you don't want that!" he continues, his voice loud and angry

"THE ASYLUM MUST BE CLEANSED."

"Then why is it still here, you've got enough firepower on this ship to blast it out of the sky."

"The asylum force field is impenetrable."

"Turn it off" he says, exasperated. Was it that hard?

"It can only be turned off from within the asylum" oh, apparently, it was that hard.

"Then send in a couple of daleks…" he begins to say, before realising what's happening. The daleks, their scared. "That's good, that's brilliant. You're all too scared to go down there, so tell me, what do daleks do when they're scared?"

"The predator of the daleks will be deployed"

"You don't have a predator and even if they did why would they go and turn off the force field for you."

"Because you will have no other escape" the prime minister says, his voice tingling with humour and sarcasm, which is odd, for a Dalek.

"May I clarify?" Darla says, and The Doctor nods "Predator is the daleks word for you."

"Me?" he asks "Me?" he points to himself.

"You will need this," she says as two other soldiers fix bracelets round his wrists. "It will protect you from the nano cloud."

"The nano-what?" he asks

"The gravity beam," she says a beam shoots through the gap in the floor "Will convey you close to the transmission, you must find a ways to deactivate the force field from there."

"You're going to fire me at a planet? That's your plan?" he shouts "You're going to fire me at a planet and expect me to fix it?!"

"In all fairness that is slightly your MO," Rory says

"Don't be fair to the daleks when they're firing me at a planet?" The Doctor says to Rory, who shrugs. "What do you want with them anyway?" he asks, gesturing at his ponds.

"IT IS KNOWN THE DOCTOR ALWAYS TRAVELS WITH COMPANIONS."

"Oh brilliant!" Rory shouts sarcastically, noticing the matching bracelets on his and Amy's wrists "Fantastic!"

"Don't worry, we'll get through this I promise. Don't be scared." The Doctor says softly.

"Scared?" Amy asks "Who's scared? Geronimo."

The Doctor laughs, and then suddenly they are all pushed into the whole, falling quickly into the planet at all angles, landing in some kind of artic wasteland.

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Oswin sits in her chair, aggravatingly drumming her fingers. Her first real contact with anyone other than her nameless friend in a year, and now he's gone. He sounded nice too. Suddenly, a familiar voice comes into the room.

"Oswin, you there? There was a disturbance on the frequency?"

"Yes!" Oswin shouts "Oh my gosh, there was a man, like a real man. Talking to me!"

"A man? Who?" her friend asks, rather abruptly.

"I don't know who he was, gone now anyway. The signal was lost" Oswin shrugs, curling her feet up in the chair.

"Oswin this is vitally important you need to tell me who that man was!"

"I told you, I don't know. He didn't say his name!" Oswin says "Maybe you two would get along." She adds.

"Was there anyone else there?"

"Some daleks, I think. I could hear them in the background. God knows why the man was still alive."

"It must be him. It has to be."

"Who?"

"Oswin, just promise me if he gets back in touch, you call me okay."

"Why, do you know him?"

"I think I do Oswin. I think I really, really do."

"So he's real?" Oswin asks, sitting up and smiling a little. She's not crazy, there is someone else out there.

"Oswin, he is the most brilliant man you will ever meet. And his name, is The Doctor." She can almost hear the smile in her friends voice. Who is this man that has made her friend suddenly so… excited?

"Doctor Who?" she asks.

"Shut up, that's his name. The Doctor. Just, if he comes back you call me right away, and you give him a message, from me. Tell him, Oswin, tell him Bad Wolf."

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