Before you start reading, heed this warning; this story contains major spoilers for seasons 1-7. You should be completely caught up to that point before reading it. Read at your own risk!
This story is not AU, and when it is finished, that will make sense.
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"Doctor!" Amy shouted. "Doctor!" She gripped the edge of the ledge tightly, but her fingers were slipping. They ached painfully under the weight of her body. She was going to fall. In a way it felt like she was falling already, because the heart stopping reality was just beginning to hit her. In all her travels with the Doctor, she had been in many tight spots, but there has always been a way out. This time there just might not be. Amy yelped in fear as her right pinky lost its grip.
"Doctor!" She kicked forward, trying to dig her heels into some kind of wall, but there wasn't one. There was only a deep drop. Her muscles strained as she tried to pull herself up again. It felt like her arms were going to rip off soon.
Amy risked a look down, and immediately wished she hadn't. What she saw was an endless abyss, darker than any night sky she's ever seen. She shut her eyes tightly, struggling to maintain her grip as she felt the wall pushing outward on the tips of her fingers. They tried to ruin her grip, to push off the grated floor she was hanging from. The fact that her hands were sweating wasn't helping the slightest.
"Doctor," she screamed. "I'm gonna fall! Doctor!" Her throat was beginning to feel raw. Oh, why did River drag them into this? She was going to kill her if she ever got out of this mess.
And that is when she slipped.
Amy wasn't the only one who needed the Doctor. Although, this one wasn't dangling over a deep dark pit; this one was running- as fast as she could. She swept her blonde hair back and wiped her sweating forehead when she reached the end of the hall.
"Doctor? Where are you?" Rose muttered. Her fingers clenched and unclenched rhythmically as she tried to think of a way out of this. Use logic, the Doctor would say. She couldn't think of a logical way out of this. There may not even be a way out of this.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!" She tensed even more as the shrill words rang in her ears. "Find the Doctor!" The Dalek trilled, probably to other Daleks. "And the companion! Find them! Exterminate!" Rose didn't see them at the end of the hall, but it wasn't long until they would find her. She was shocked how terrifying these things were, especially in numbers. They looked ridiculous.
"What to do? What to do?" Rose groaned in a hush whisper. The Dalek shouts seemed to be getting louder. Then she noticed a door off to the side of the hallway ("how did you miss that?" she growled at herself), and crashed through it.
"Disturbance detected! Investigate! Investigate!" Rose winced when she realized her mistake, and she quickly closed the door behind her (quietly this time).
"I am so dead," Rose whispered. Then after a moment's pause, she added, "but I'm not as dead as the Doctor will be when I find him!"
The room must have been some kind of maintenance shaft or something. There was a ladder attached to the back wall that reached into the darkness above, and Rose began to climb up. To where? She didn't know. Although anywhere was better than what was waiting for her outside that door. She heard the sound of their squeaky wheels on the tile floor down the hall, and wondered if they should change them. Then they'd move faster.
She paused and shook her head vigorously. Where did that thought come from?
"Donna!" the 10th Doctor yelled. He flicked a switch on the TARDIS console, and a light flashed above the scanner screen. "Donna! Get in here! We've gotta go!" Donna didn't answer. She was probably still trying to weave her way through the crowded streets of the city outside. It must not help that a crazy windstorm was beginning out there on the alien world, and all those people were rushing for cover. The Doctor ran his fingers through his wild hair, eyeing the TARDIS doors.
"Oi! Spaceman," came Donna's yell from out the doors. "You ain't takin' off without me!" She pushed the TARDIS doors open. Her fiery hair was wild and windswept, and there was slight anger in her eyes. The Doctor snapped his fingers and the doors behind her immediately slammed shut and locked.
"What's going on?" she panted as the Doctor pulled a lever. The time rotor in the middle of the console rose up and down steadily, and the engine began to wheeze.
"Distress signal! Locking on." The Doctor slammed a button, and the engines fired.
The TARDIS shuddered, throwing Donna to the ground. She growled as her head banged against the grated floor. "Blimey, it's a bit bumpy!" Donna exclaimed. The Doctor glanced at her.
"Yeah, distress signals echoing from another era into the Time Vortex generally has the effect."
"Oi!" Donna snapped, getting to her feet while she still had the chance. "Don't get smart with me."
Suddenly, the TARDIS shuddered violently, causing the Doctor to cry out. Donna was thrown into a railing, and tossed to the floor again.
"Oi!" she shouted. "Get this thing under control!"
"She's not a thing," the Doctor snapped back.
Donna struggled to get up, but she was thrown near the door. Something in the console exploded and sparks flew everywhere. The Doctor cried out in surprise and dove to the ground to avoid them. In the heat of the moment, the TARDIS doors flew open, wind sucking some of the air from inside the time machine. Donna cried out in shock as she felt the wind outside pull her through the TARDIS doors.
All of it happened so fast that the Doctor had no time to react. He scrambled to his feet as the TARDIS shut its doors, and all he could do was scream Donna's name. It didn't help, because Donna was gone.
"Doctor?" Rory said, rubbing his head. He blinked a couple of times as he regained consciousness. Everything was blurry for a moment, but it began to clear, much to his relief. The first thing he was aware of was how dirty and grimey the floor was. He shoved himself up straight, and wiped the dirt off his long nose. That's when he noticed his hands were tied. "What?" he exclaimed. He tried to pull his wrists apart, but they were bound too tightly. Rope burns appeared on his skin and he groaned.
"Glad to see you've woken up," somebody said cheerfully. Rory jumped as he realized the Doctor was next to him, also tied up. More severe rope burns than Rory's were on his hands and wrists.
The 11th Doctor leaned against the wall with chains dangling on either side of him. Rory realized that they were in a jail cell. The wall was made of stone, but instead of bars, there was just a door with a tiny window.
It was just the two of them, so why did the Doctor sound cheerful? One quick look at his face told Rory that despite how the Doctor had spoken, he was actually very grumpy. His face was coated with dust, and there was a particularly thick layer of grime on his chin.
Rory suddenly looked around, trying to spot his wife.
"Where's Amy?" Rory asked. He struggled against his bounds, and felt them digging into his wrists. He was sure there was going to be a red mark there once he finally got these things undone. The Doctor shook his head, his bowtie askew.
"I don't know. They took her," he said grumpily, the cheer disappearing from his voice. His hair flopped into his eyes, and he blew the strand back up into the air.
"What about River?" Rory inquired, absentmindedly trying to undo the ropes again.
"I don't know. They took her," the Doctor repeated.
Rory raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in the Doctor's direction. "Do you know anything?" he questioned. The Doctor glared at him. He tugged at the ropes tied tightly around his wrist and ankles. They didn't come loose. His efforts just ended with him banging his head against the wall.
Rory annoyedly grumbled, "Why do we keep you around if you just end up getting us into trouble? Useless! What do you actually know?"
"I know I have a plan," the Doctor defended himself. Rory looked around at the dark cell in which they were imprisoned.
"Which is?"
The Doctor was quiet for a moment. "Er... to come up with a plan?"
Rory razzed, rolling his eyes. "Like I said; useless."
"Oi!" the Doctor snapped, trying to pull his arms apart.
Suddenly, there was a loud boom, and the door exploded with a blast of stone. Bits of rock rained down on them, and the two men tried to cover their heads as best they could.
"What the?" Rory exclaimed. He looked back in surprise. The Doctor had already seen her. A woman with frizzy hair stood on the other side of the rubble, holding a blaster gun. She grinned, her arms crossed so that the gun was pointed down the hallway behind them. The grin on her face was unmistakeable.
"Hello, sweetie," said River Song.
"Exterminate!" screeched the Dalek. "Investigate!"
Rose continued the climb to the top of the ladder, peeking down every so often to make sure that the Daleks haven't found the door yet. She was sweating now, sweating through her clothes. She felt the fatigue setting into her arms, making the climbing harder. Rose estimated that she had climbed about eight or nine stories up, but she had a long way to go till the top. She had been in the basement, the very bottom of the building, a lot of which was underground. Who knows how many stories the building actually had.
"Why couldn't there have been a lift?" she muttered, climbing higher. She panted, really hard. Her hands were sweating and the ladder was becoming slippery. Her fingers were cramping; it hurt to unclench them so that she could reach for the next bar. Rose flinched, as she felt a vibration on her hip.
"Rose?" came a voice with a northern accent. He sounded worried, but his voice made Rose's heart skip a beat. "Are you there?" it asked. "Are you ok?" Rose practically ripped the communicator off her belt, sighing in relief that he was still alive.
"I'm here," she spoke into it, doing her best to keep her voice down, and climb at the same time. "But the Daleks-"
"Yes, I know," the 9th Doctor replied condescendingly. "I'm tracking the communicator."
"Where are you?" Rose cried. She stifled a cry of shock when her foot nearly slipped off the ladder. She struggled to maintain her grip without dropping the communicator. The Doctor didn't seem to notice her struggles. He sounded busy, since Rose could hear the sound of buttons being pressed and codes being entered into a computer of some sort.
"I'm in the boiler room," he replied, almost absentmindedly. Rose heard him pull a switch.
"What's there?" she asked. For a moment, one hand was so cramped that she couldn't get it to unclench. She finally got her fingers to open as the Doctor responded.
"Um… stuff that boils?" Rose groaned. Idiot.
"Doctor!" she snapped.
"Yeah?"
"The Daleks are gonna find me!" She strained to keep going; the muscles in her legs were starting to cramp as well.
"Just get to the top of the ladder," the Doctor commanded bossily. "I'm gonna beam you to the TARDIS. Then I'm gonna blow the place, and beam myself there too."
"It'll kill the Daleks?" Rose asked. "I thought they were indestructible."
"Nope," the Doctor told her. "Not the way I'm doing it.
Good plan!" Rose said into the communicator (which once again nearly slipped out of her grasp), "but why can't you just beam me there now?" She heard the Daleks moving around again and knew it was only a matter of time before they found the ladder.
"Because the signal isn't strong enough," the Doctor replied. "If I beam you now, there's a chance you could end up like those splinted folks in Harry Potter." Rose paused on the ladder for a moment, wincing at the comparison.
"Ouch," she commented.
"Just go!" the Doctor snapped impatiently. The connection went dead before Rose could stop him. Rose paused her progress on the ladder, and tried to get him back, her arm tucked around the bar above her.
"Doctor?" she called quietly (she could still hear the Daleks moving outside the door, even though they were countless stories down). She didn't get a reply, just a burst of static.
With an annoyed growl, Rose tucked the communicator back onto her belt and continued to climb.
"DONNA!" Even though the doors had already shut, he still heard her screaming. Her shouts were fading fast. He hurried to the doors, his hearts pounding in his ears. "NO! NO! NO! NO!" he shouted. The doors were stuck, and wouldn't budge.
The TARDIS shuddered, and the Doctor fell to the floor, hitting his head really hard. He looked up, and everything was spinning. He ignored his discomfort and heaved himself onto his stomach. Half crawling, half stumbling, he made his way to the console, and pulled a lever. With one final shudder and an earsplitting shriek, the TARDIS landed.
The Doctor collapsed to the ground. Spots danced in front of his eyes and took a moment to fade away. He lay quietly on the ground for a moment, staring up at the TARDIS ceiling. Wow, there were a lot of wires… he thought.
The Doctor leisurely sat up and rubbed the back of his head where he had hit it. Slowly he got up, and stumbled to the doors, the toes of his trainers getting stuck in the grated floor. He pulled the doors open and peeked out.
His eyes widened, and with a panicked cry, he threw them closed. The Doctor spun around and leaned against the door, as if that would create some sort of barrier against what lay outside.
"Now I'm in trouble," the Doctor muttered, sinking down towards the grated floor. Donna was gone, and outside that door were hundreds, maybe thousands of Cybermen…
Donna was falling, very far, very fast- through the Time Vortex. It was strange, because it also felt like she wasn't falling at all. It was a large swirl of color, moving fast around her. Round and round and round and round... For the last thing she was ever going to see, it was beautiful, so that was something.
She had heard the Doctor screaming her name as the TARDIS flew away. Even after the TARDIS disappeared, his panicked cries still echoed in the vortex. Now, all she could hear was– a drum beat? Yeah… a drum beat. Bump-de-bump-ta-bump-de-bump-ta…
The next thing she knew was hitting something hard and blacking out.
When Amy opened her eyes, everything was spinning. Also, her head hurt a lot.
"Doctor?" she whispered. "Rory?" she sat up, rubbing the sensitive spot on her scalp and wincing. Her vision became clearer, and she stumbled to her feet. Wiping the dirt off the palms of her hands, she came to the realization that she wasn't dead.
That alone was enough to mystify her for the day. The drop had seemed so far, and even if it wasn't as deep as it looked, Amy shouldn't have survived that. Somehow, it seemed that she did, and Amy wasn't going to argue with the laws of physics over that.
She dusted dirt off the back of her shirt and the sides of her jeans. The dirt coated her hands, and she was forced to wipe her hands off again as well. She couldn't see anything.
"Hello?" she called. There was no response, but her words echoed off the walls. 'Hello… hello… hello…' It was very unnerving, making her feel like she wasn't alone down there. She must have been in a cave or something.
She scanned the area, barely able to see anything, which made her wonder how she knew she was in a cave anyway. It was probably because it was so cold. Shivers ran down her spine as she tried to see through the darkness. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, making her feel like she was being watched, and her instincts told her that the eyes were not friendly.
Amy took a step forward – and crashed into something. Caught off-guard, Amy fell to the floor, wincing as an uncomfortable sensation ran up her legs. With a groan, she shook it off and got to her feet, reaching her hands around to try to locate what it was that she hit. It wasn't that difficult to find it after it suddenly lit up, filling the area with a dim light. With a cry, Amy stumbled back in surprise.
"What?" Amy whispered. The first thing she registered in the new light was that she wasn't in a cave; she was in a large old room that was seriously in need of housekeeping. It must have been a storage area of some sort. The object started beeping loudly, and Amy cried out in surprise. Could it have been an alarm system?
Suddenly, she heard a voice, one that she was terrified to find that she recognized.
"Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Exterminate the intruder! Protect the Ark! Exterminate!" Amy shuddered. She heard the sound of a door opening, and the sound of squeaky wheels on tile floor, making a strange noise every time it went over a bump or crack. It entered the room and the dim field of light the beeping object was supplying. She saw it.
The thing was a rusty robot with grooves and round objects like eggs sticking out of its metal skin. It had a long eyestalk that reached out from its face, but there was no pupils to be seen. Two weapons were attached to it, and for some reason they both looked like household appliances. One was a whisk, like someone would mix cake batter with, although Amy knew better. It could shoot a laser that could turn someone to dust and bones in an instant. The other one was a plunger. She knew that it could extract information from any source and crack any computer algorithm. Amy had seen it in action before.
"Daleks," she whispered. The Dalek turned towards her. Its ears (she thought they were ears, although they pretty much looked like light bulbs) lit up when it spoke.
"Intruder located," it shrilled. "Exterminate!"
The 9th Doctor rushed around the control panel in the boiler room, pulling levers and pressing buttons. His frenetic footsteps were echoing around the room and he had no doubt they were travelling around the air ducts around the factory. He glanced at the doorway, grateful that it was on 300 weight hydraulics. Of course, like that would stop the Daleks.
His communicator buzzed on the top of the panel, making him jump. He nearly pressed the wrong button, and cursed, even though the mistake wasn't made.
"Doctor!" came Rose's voice. "Doctor, are you there?"
The Doctor grabbed his communicator and pressed the button, anxious to shoot a reply back to her.
"I'm here!" he spoke into it. He began multitasking, working the controls as well as shooting fast replies to the anxious Rose.
"I've reached the roof of the building," came the breathless response, "but the Daleks are right behind me!" He heard the sound of the communicator banging on something, probably one of the ladder bars. He flinched when he heard her curse. There was the whistling of the wind on the rooftop and the Doctor leapt into action.
"Ok, I'm gonna beam you up to the TARDIS in a moment," he alerted her. The Doctor pulled a lever. The room got hotter by the moment, and he knew that if he didn't get out of there within the hour, he would get boiled. The Doctor slipped off his leather jacket and rolled up his sleeves.
"You ready?" he asked into the communicator.
"YES! HURRY!" Rose screamed. The Doctor heard the sound of clanging, and knew the Daleks must have began levitating up the shaft. He grabbed the mini transporter he needed and gripped it tightly in his hand.
"Fantastic!" The Doctor shouted, slamming the button. He waited for a moment, but there was no reply. There was no cry of triumph, no excited thank you. Something was wrong.
"Rose?" he called into the communicator. "Rose?" No reply. "ROSE!" The longer he went without hearing her, the more frantic he was getting. Suddenly, in a burst of static, he heard her.
"Doctor! Something's gone wrong! Doctor? Doctor!" Her voice was enveloped in static, so he could barely understand her. She tried to say something else, but she was too garbled for him to make anything out.
"Rose, what's wrong?" asked the Doctor. "Rose?" There was a clatter, like the sound of the communicator being dropped, and the line went dead.
When Donna came to, she heard faint voices. She inched her eyes open, but didn't see anything at first. Her head ached for a moment, but thankfully, it quickly faded away.
"Doctor?" she whispered. She winced as she tried to get up, realizing that her shoulder was throbbing. She ignored it and pulled herself to her feet, her vision clearing.
Donna looked around, trying to make sense of her surroundings. "Where am I?" she wondered aloud.
She was in some kind of lab. There were strange looking machines in every available space beeping and buzzing away, and liquids bubbling in crooked, glass vials on tables. She winced again and tried not to look at a machine that looked like some sort of awful torture device.
She saw an open door and inched towards it. Maybe the Doctor was in there, perhaps unconscious. Maybe it was a hallucination that she fell out of the TARDIS that some kidnapper aliens put in her head. She wouldn't be surprised if something like that happened; stranger things have happened to her before.
"Doctor?" she called out in a whisper. "Doctor?" There was no reply. Donna slowly moved towards the small door and cautiously peeked inside it. Her hand snaked along the side of the doorframe and she found a light switch. When small bulbs illuminated the room, Donna knew she was out of luck. There were a few boxes (none of which were big enough to conceal an unconscious Doctor) and a strange contraption with spikes coming out of the end (she did not want to know what that thing did). No Doctor. That room must have been a storage room or something.
"Who the hell are you?" a voice snapped behind her, making her jump out of her skin. Donna didn't get to turn around before she was tackled. She landed on the ground with the figure on top of her, pushing the air out of her lungs.
"OI! Let me go!" Donna managed to yell. Her face was pushed into the floor as someone bound her wrists together. "OI!" She felt the ropes digging into her skin as the man wrestled her to her feet and dragged her from the room, her feet banging against a table and some chairs.
She didn't see her captor's face until she was in a dark, dirty little cell. She shouted out in anger as she was thrown to the floor. Her chin hit the ground hard. There was definitely going to be a bruise there. She bit the inside of her cheek and tasted blood .
Donna heard the lock click and scrambled to her feet, already listing foul things in her head that she would scream at him. Gripping the bars, Donna yelled at her captor's retreating back.
"Let me go," she screamed, "you dirty, little-" The man turned his head, and she saw his face. It was green and covered in scales. Small beady eyes were glaring at her through slits and the man hissed. "Reptile?" The last word of Donna's was barely a whisper, but it was loud enough for the man to hear.
The reptile man's face twisted into anger. He marched up to Donna, reached through the bars, and grabbed her by the neck. Donna could see her fearful reflection in his eyes and whimpered. The reptile seemed to take pride in her fear.
"That's Headguard Lision to you," he snapped. His breath was foul. "Now shut up, you withering worm!" He squeezed her throat (not enough to hurt her) and pushed her to the ground. She landed with an uncomfortable thud.
The reptile man walked away without another word, his head held high. Donna huddled in a corner, tears streaming down her face. She rubbed her neck lightly with her tied hands. She felt horrible.
"Doctor, where are you?" she whispered.
Amy darted around the Dalek and sped out the door and down the hall as fast as she could. No matter how fast she ran, she could still hear the Dalek. The word 'intruder' echoed off the walls and inside her head endlessly. Her heart pounded like a drum and blood rushed in her ears.
She stopped when she reached an intersection, peering down each hallway. She heard the Dalek gaining on her, its wheels screeching loudly on the tile floor. It was probably were just around the corner. In a split decision, Amy dashed down the right hallway, and soon regretted it.
"Exterminate!" cried a Dalek as it crossed her path, blocking the next turn. Amy slid to a stop, and turned to run the other way, but the Dalek who originally spotted her blocked that way too. Amy swore. She was trapped.
More Daleks flooded into the hallway and surrounded Amy. It was shocking how many could fit in such a small space. They were inches from her, and Amy felt two of their guns pressing on her spine.
"Intruder located!" said a Dalek. Amy's pulse throbbed with every syllable the creature spoke. "Intruder neutralized! Exterminate!"
"Exterminate!" screamed a Dalek.
"Exterminate!" cried another.
"Exterminate!"
"Exterminate!"
"Exterminate! Exterminate!"
"Ex-ter-min-ate!"
Amy put her hands up in surrender and got down on her knees. She wouldn't bow her head. She stared into the one eye of the Dalek in front of her, waiting for one of their blasters to make the fatal shot. Amy kept a brave face on. She wasn't going to give these creatures the satisfaction of her fear.
Despite this, she couldn't stop a tear from slipping down her cheek. She was going to die. Her heart pounded. She was used to the feeling that she was about to die, but she was truly trapped this time. She fell down that strange 'chamber' thing; for all she knew, she could already be dead. This could just be some terrible nightmare-after-death thing. Those existed, right?
"Kill me," she spat in the Dalek's face. The Daleks around her continued to shout 'exterminate' as she spoke, but she could be heard over it. "Kill me if you want, but just know the Doctor will kill you for it." She grinned in satisfaction. "He'll kill you all."
She wasn't expecting this to happen. Suddenly, the Daleks stopped talking. All their eyestalks fixed their gazes on her. She looked back and forth at each Dalek. The Daleks just stared back. Amy cleared her throat.
"Er-" she stuttered, glancing around her. "What's going on?"
"You know the Doctor?" a Dalek asked. No, it demanded. Amy looked from Dalek to Dalek. The one that had spoken advanced on her.
"Confirm!" it commanded.
"Confirm!"
"Confirm! Confirm!"
They all ceased chanting, waiting for an answer.
"Um… confirmed," Amy said unsurely. Her response seemed to set the Dalek on edge, because when it spoke again, its screaming-speech had a hint of worry to it.
"Identify yourself!" the Dalek shrilled.
She was quick to do what the alien told her to do. "Amy Pond!" she answered quickly. "Amelia Pond."
"There is an Amelia Pond in our database!" the Dalek said. "You are from earth. You are an associate of the Doctor's. Confirm!"
"Confirmed," Amy said. She waited for a moment, half expecting for the Dalek to shoot her on sight. However, she watched as the Dalek turned to the one next to it.
"The human is of use to us," the Dalek reported. "Take her to the boiler room!" Amy's eyebrows raised up and she crossed her arms.
"Boiler room?" She looked around the basement hallway, for a glowing sign that said hey, boiler room this way! There wasn't one. Amy turned back to the Daleks. "What's in the boiler room?" She paused. "You're not going to turn me into a boiling soup for dinner, right?" She stopped and smiled in spite of herself. "Sorry, I forgot you tin cans don't have mouths."
"Silence!" snapped one of the Daleks. It's ears lit up, sending strange shadows through the dim hallway. "Follow or you'll be exterminated."
"Well, that's a change," Amy hissed under her breath. However, she followed the small line of Daleks leading down the hall, aware of more of them behind her.
What could be in the boiler room?
"Fantastic!" The Doctor cried from the communicator. Rose heard a small buzz from his end, and immediately, her body started tingling. She blinked, and saw the blurry outline of the TARDIS console. It faded away to the view of the rooftop, then blended back, a bit more vivid this time. It went back and forth with the inside of the TARDIS getting more and more vivid each time, until she was in the TARDIS. Or, at least she thought she was. Before she could cry out in triumph, the TARDIS room flickered, and went out like a light.
It took her a moment to get over the shock of the sudden change, and she realized her mistake. She fumbled with the communicator on her belt, wincing at every second she wasted; she knew the Daleks were going to burst onto the rooftop at any second. Finally, she had it in her grasp and pressed the button.
"Doctor!" she shouted into the communicator. "Something's gone wrong! Doctor?" The line was breaking up, and all she heard was static. "Doctor!"
Rose's heart skipped a beat as a huge crashed erupted behind her. The door she had climbed through to get onto the rooftop flew past her and over the side of the building. She still felt the heat of the smoking door on her skin when she heard it clatter on the pavement several stories below. The Daleks flooded onto the roof. She didn't have to turn to know that; the smoking door that went for a ride over the edge of the building was proof enough.
"Companion escaping!" came a shrill voice from behind her.
"Exterminate!" another one shrilled.
Rose turned around in time to hear a popping noise. The communicator slipped from her fingers as pain exploded in her stomach. The world seemed to flicker as her feet collapsed beneath her.
Suddenly, she was falling, very far, very fast. She heard the Daleks shouting fading frantic instructions as the world went dark.
I know this chapter is very jumpy, but future chapters won't be this weird. Promise.
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