A/N So… here's another story! I'm currently obsessed with writing and reading Doctor who fanfiction. Anyway, this story literally just popped in my head. And this chapter is soooooo long. Anyway, enjoy (and review when you've read it!)
CHAPTER ONE
The Professor had taken a simple trip in her TARDIS, nothing more, nothing less. When she returned home to Gallifrey, there was fire. There was death. Her planet was burning. And she was the last one left, the last of the time Lords/Ladies. All her friends gone and dead, even her best friend, The Doctor. And now she was all alone, no one there to talk to her, only her TARDIS and the whole of space and time. She had travelled around, searching. Hoping that maybe, just maybe there was another of her kind out there. But she had searched and searched and there were no others out there. None, nobody. All alone, and she hated being alone. So she'd made herself busy, saving worlds from evil and ending wars. The last remaining Time Lady…
The Professor awoke from her thoughts and looked around her TARDIS. Nobody. She would go mad, being so alone. Fifty years it had been since Gallifrey had burned. Fifty years she had been alone.
She set the coordinates of Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom, Earth, to fuel up the TARDIS. She could go for a walk around Cardiff while it charged. The thrumming loudened and stopped a few seconds later. She had arrived.
She opened the door of her TARDIS, and stepped out into the chilly autumn air. The TARDIS had materialized as a big red post-box. (The chameleon circuit isn't broken on hers.) She locked the TARDIS door and shoved the key in her trousers pocket. She sighed and walked away from the big red post-box.
"What should I do I wonder…?" She whispered to herself, looking around where she was. She headed off down a small back street so see if there was any action down there. Suddenly she heard a girly scream from ahead of her. She ran fast, her ginger hair flying behind her and her hat almost falling off her head (she had to put a hand on her hat to keep it from actually falling off.) Her footsteps echoed through the small alley she was now in. She rounded a corner and she saw a young man lying on the ground. "Are you okay?" she asked him. He pulled himself up.
"Yeah, I think so… I just got a fright. And then I saw something," He replied weakly.
"Was it you who screamed?" the Professor asked. The man nodded slowly. The Professor giggled. "What did you see?" She asked, with a more serious tone.
"A talking giant pepper pot," he replied.
The Professor's eyes widened. "What did it say?" She asked frantically.
"Exterminate," he said.
"Like this?" she asked "Ex-ter-min-ate," she said, mimicking a Dalek's voice.
"Yes," he replied.
"Oh no… but they died. They were all killed in the Time war!" The Professor was angry. "Who did it direct the 'Exterminate' at?" She asked.
"This woman walking down the street, I got scared and ran away, and then tripped."
"Poor woman," The Professor said. "We need to find the so called 'Giant Pepper Pot' Aka Dalek and stop it from killing anyone else, come on. I'm the Professor."
"Professor of what exactly?" he asked.
"Everything," she said. "So, what's your name?"
"Mark Jacobs," he replied.
"I like you Mark," She said. "Come on, let's go."
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Mark wondered who the 'Professor' was and why she saved him. And what were the funny giant pepper pots, sorry Daleks. He looked at her strange outfit – a multi-coloured Christmas jumper, a blue shirt underneath and strange white and red striped trousers with various odd belts on them – a thick brown belt, a silver thin belt, like the sort of one you would buy with cheap jeans, another brown belt and a star studded black belt – she defiantly liked to collect belts. She had brown lace up ankle boots and a brown "adventuring hat" with a red ribbon tied round it and a few random feathers sticking out (including a peacock feather!). She had wild ginger hair that reached past her shoulders and black rimmed glasses poking out from beneath her fringe.
She certainly was an odd sight.
"Come on, Mark! We'll never find the Daleks at the rate you're going!" she called out.
"Coming!" He called. Once he had caught up with her he asked, "Who exactly are you?"
"I'll tell you later," she said. "Right now we need to find the Daleks."
They ran along the street, passing lots of people on their way. They came to a ware-house, and the Professor heard voices. Dalek voices, two of them. "Stop!" she whispered holding her hand up. She pressed her ear against the door of the warehouse and listened.
"The plan is in pla-ce. Eve-ry-thi-ng is rea-dy," the first Dalek voice said.
"Ye-s we shall be su-preme. A-ll ha-il the Da-leks," the second Dalek said.
The noise of the Daleks moving away sounded, and soon the Daleks had gone – probably. "Okay, the coast is clear," the Professor said, trying the door. "Locked."
"Oh well, we can just go-"
The Professor took a long metal stick, that looked quite similar to a pen, but had a golden light sort of thing at the end instead of a tip. She pressed a button on it and the golden bit lit up and made a buzzing noise. She then tried the door and it opened. "Here's a tip for the future – always carry a sonic pen," she said, waving it in front of Mark.
He nodded slowly, while she boldly walked in the door. She poked her head out. "All clear," she said. "Come on!"
Mark slowly walked forward. "Come on," The Professor urged. Mark reluctantly ran up to her, very obviously scared.
They were in a big, dark store room – not the main room. "I suspect that all the Daleks are in the main room. Let's go," the Professor said, taking Mark's hand and almost dragging him to a big door.
Surprisingly, the door was open. They stepped though into the room. Daleks, around ten of them were there, their backs turned. "Quiet," the Professor whispered to Mark. But just as she said that, Mark just had to bang into some machinery.
The Daleks turned round, all chorusing "Ex-ter-min-ate!"
"Run!" the Professor shouted. She grabbed Mark's hand and dragged him out of the room. The Daleks followed, not far behind. They reached the door where they had come in a few minutes ago and the Professor tried the door. Locked. She fumbled around in her pocket. She couldn't find her sonic pen anywhere.
"You are our pri-son-er. Co-me, or be ex-ter-min-at-ed," The Dalek in the front said.
"Okay, fine, you've got us, we're coming," the Professor said, acting.
The Daleks escorted them through to the main room again. "You will be quest-ion-ed by the sup-reme Da-lek."
The Daleks took them over to two seats and a table, where a large red Dalek awaited. "You will sit do-wn," the big red, Supreme Dalek said.
They sat down. "Who are you?" it questioned.
"The Professor."
"Mark Jacobs."
"The Pro-fess-or?"
"Yup," She replied.
"What spe-cies?" It demanded.
"Gallifreyan – Time Lady."
"You sur-vived?!" It demanded.
"Yep," She said. "How did you? The time war ended. Everyone died."
"We es-cap-ed the time war," the Dalek said.
"I can't believe I'm asking a Dalek this but… Do you know if any other Time Lords survived?"
"No in-for-mat-ion."
"Tell me!"
"No In-for-mat-ion."
The Professor slammed her fists down on the table. "Why won't you tell me?!" she demanded.
"We do not have the in-for-mat-ion!"
The Professor sighed.
"Quest-ions are over, ex-ter-min-ate the male, but ke-ep the fe-male al-ive."
"We o-bey!" The Daleks chanted.
"Ex-ter-min-ate!" one of the Daleks shouted.
"Run!" The Professor whispered, taking Mark's hand. They ran before the Daleks could do anything. When they were out of the room, the Daleks were hot on their tails. "Quick, in here," The Professor urged, gesturing to a store cupboard. They slipped inside and the Professor shut the door quietly.
"Don't even breathe," She whispered so he could barely hear here. They heard the sound of a few Daleks going past. Eventually, the Daleks had gone from the corridor.
"They have esap-ed," a Dalek's voice sounded.
"You will fi-nd them and br-ing them to me," The Supreme Dalek's voice sounded. "The fe-male al-ive," it added.
"I o-bey," the Dalek replied.
The Dalek went out of the room and down the hall. They heard the noise of the door opening and closing. They waited a few minutes until the Professor was (not) completely sure that the coast was clear.
"Okay," she said. "I think the coast is clear… hopefully."
"Hopefully?! Oh great," Mark said sarcastically.
"Oh just come on," she said, if not a little impatiently. She opened the cupboard door a crack and peered out. "Yup. All clear," she said.
"Sure?"
"I'm very sure."
She opened the door wider and stepped out. Mark gingerly walked out after her. She tugged him out by the sleeve of his coat.
"Ow!" he yelped. "You pinched me!"
"Sorry." She rolled her eyes, "The Daleks will hear us," she remarked.
They crept along the corridor and arrived at the door, no Daleks in sight. They slipped out the door and walked along the street carefully.
So far so good, they saw absolutely no Daleks at all.
"So what sort of job is a Time Lady? Is it a person who makes watches? Where is Gallifrey? Is it a city or town or village? Who are the giant pepperpots, Daleks? Are they robots? Are they aliens? Are they a prank? What's the time war?" Mark questioned.
"Too many questions," The Professor said. "It isn't a job! It's my species, I'm an alien. No I don't make watches! Galifrey is, was my home planet! Daleks are not robots, but cyborgs. Yes they are aliens. No! of course they aren't a prank! They're well and truly real. The time war was a war between my species and the Daleks. When it ended my planet burned and all of my people died. All of them. The Daleks all died too, but seemingly a ship escaped. Does that answer all of your questions?!"
"You're an alien!?"
"Yes, I'm an alien. A 900 year old alien," she replied.
"900?! How come you look about 25?!" he replied in disbelieve.
"Regeneration," she replied and pointed to her face. "Number four."
"What's regeneration?"
"You ask too many questions," she said, folding her arms. "Regeneration is when I'm dying I can change every cell in my body, it means I get another face."
"Woah, will I ever see it?" He asked.
"I hope not. I like this face," she replied.
"So why are you called the Professor? What's your real name?"
"Secret," she said mysteriously.
"What-?"
She cut him off. "No more questions. We need to get back to the TARDIS."
"TARDIS?" He asked.
"T.A.R.D.I.S, stands for Time and relative dimensions in space," she replied. "Basically it's my space/time machine."
"It travels in both space and time?!" he questioned.
"Yep," she answered.
"Cool," he replied.
"Yeah, very cool," she replied, smiling. "Dalek," she whispered.
"Huh?"
"There's a Dalek right ahead of us, come on, let's take another way," she replied, walking in another direction.
It didn't take all that long to get to the TARDIS, and when they were there, Mark was full of questions again.
"That post box is your TARDIS?!"
"Yes," She replied. There's a mechanism that changes its appearance to blend in with its surroundings. It's called the chameleon circuit. I had a friend once who's TARDIS's chameleon circuit broke and it was stuck as a blue police box…"
"How are we supposed to fit inside? It's tiny!"
"Oh you'll see when we get inside," she told him, pushing the key inside the lock and opening the door.
"Wow," he exclaimed, his mouth opened in awe. "It's bigger on the inside!"
"Yes, much bigger," she said.
He stared around the TARDIS in awe. There was a sort of hexagonal console in the middle of the room with various buttons, knobs and levers. There was a balcony round right round the edge of the room with a flight of stairs going up, and lots of different doors.
"How big is the inside of the TARDIS?" Mark asked.
"Dunno," the Professor replied. "After having it for quite a few hundred years, I'm still finding new rooms."
His green eyes widened. "So it's never ending?"
"Basically," She replied.
"Wow."
"Anyway on with the plan," She said, "I'm going to give the Daleks a choice…"
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The plan was set. They made their way back to the Daleks' warehouse in silence. The Professor was deep in thought. She wondered what the Daleks' plan was. They rounded the corner and there was the Warehouse. They silently slipped in the back door and when they got to the door to the main room, the Professor listened.
"We sh-all make earth new ska-ro. We will ex-ter-min-ate all hum-ans," the Supreme Dalek said.
"Arg-reed. This pla-net sha-ll be-come the Daleks'," Another Dalek said.
"We sha-ll cre-ate a new race of Da-leks," Another Dalek said.
The Professor opened the door wide. And stepped in.
"Not while I'm around, Daleks," she said.
"How can you st-op us?!" The Supreme Dalek demanded.
"With this," She held up a small remote control. "I offer you a choice."
"Wh-at cho-ice?"
"Leave this planet in peace, or I'm afraid I'll have to blow up this warehouse," she replied.
"We sh-all NOT lea-ve," The Supreme Dalek said.
"Then I'll have to do it," she replied. Her finger hovering over the button.
"Do it," the Supreme Dalek taunted.
"I can't…" she dropped the remote control on the ground.
"Ex-ter-min-ate!" a Dalek screeched at Mark, just about to shoot.
The Professor picked the remote control up and pressed the button. That distracted the Dalek and that gave the Professor a chance to take Mark's hand and run "Come on," she screamed. "We need to run!"
They ran out the building and just got out before it the warehouse blew up. They were thrown forward with the sheer force of the explosion.
"Come on," she said. "We need to get away before the police come." They ran down the streets and eventually arrived back at the TARDIS.
"So," she said. "Do you want to come in the TARDIS for one trip?"
"Could I?" Mark asked.
"Of course," she said.
"Alright then," he replied.
Now with a huge smile on her face, she unlocked the TARDIS and stepped in.
"So where do you want to go? There's the whole of time and space out there, everywhere, everywhen."
A/N hope it was okay. That chapter is ultra-mega long (actually the longest chapter I've ever written. Anyway, please review!