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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't shoot me down in flames- this is my first fic. There may be some 11th Doctor/Romana IIII pairings later. This is before Rory comes with them. Thank you to Romana-II for editing!

Chapter 1

It was cold, in her cell. That was all she had now-the cold and the dark. Then the screaming, some her own, some the voices of her captors and some memories of her people- forever lost- all her fault. She had thought all those years ago that she could save her people and her planet, but instead she had destroyed it along with them.

She was trying to tune her captor's voices out (and succeeding) so she could concentrate on her telepathic call for help. The two words repeated over and over again- the effort was slowly, very slowly and painfully killing her. She was near unconscious already.

Just those two words repeated over and over across the universe.

"Help me"

"Doctor! This is not Earth! It's a quarry!" Amy's voice came muffled from inside the blue police box.

"Well Earth has quarries doesn't it?" A man wearing a tweed jacket with braces and a bow tie stuck his head out. "looks like Earth to me."

Amy frowned at him with one eyebrow raised like he was missing some vital point.

"Not with all the spaceships dotted around. Unless of course everyone on Earth is very blind or Very clever." The Doctor however missed her expression as he was too busy looking at the nearest ship.

"What? Oh yes! Not Earth then! Good!"

"Good? Why is it good? I thought we were going to the battle of Waterloo! I wanted to meet Napoleon!"

"That was before!"

"Before what?" Amy was getting annoyed.

Brilliant! If he was lucky she would shut up soon."Before I got a message on the psychic paper. Not the first time that's happened, but it is the first time its picked up a telepathic cry for help. Generally its just someone wanting to annoy me." He thought, and added as an after thought "or be annoyed by me I suppose." As he said all this he was pacing in a circle around Amy and it was making her dizzy.

"Doctor where are we? And when?"

"I dunno. The TARDIS wouldn't tell me. Hold on." He scanned the surroundings with the sonic screwdriver. "No, no, no, no, no. That cant be right" Seeing Amy's worried expression he added "its Skaro, Amy. Where the Daleks originally came from back when they called themselves Kaleds. They mutated and changed their name. Their mutation wasn't all natural though. A genius called Davros helped by experimenting on them. They used to be humanoid. "

"Later they exterminated Davros but his life-support stopped him from dying. After they dug up their creator they would have taken over the universe with his help if me and a friend of mine hadn't stopped him. But you don't want to meet him Amy." he saw her terrified face and added" but he's dead for good now. I think."

"Intruders! INTRUDERS! Exterminate! EXTERMINATE!

"Talk of the Daleks and they shall appear! So! Lets disappear!"

They ran across the rocky landscape for close to 10 minutes but suddenly the Doctor pulled Amy over to a pile of rocks to hide. Pulling out the psychic paper he glared at the passing Daleks and read the new message "prison ship 279! "How in Rassilons name am I meant to find that?" Amy nudged him and pointed at a sign(in perfect English-translated by the TARDIS) on one of the nearby ships was prison ship 279.

As the Doctor flicked through the computers files he grew more and more worried. The whole ship was deserted. Why? There was only one prisoner in the entire fleet of Dalek ships. Why? It had been all too easy to sneak in. Why? They went to find out. Why not?

The voices had gone. She didn't notice. It was too late, and her body was dying, there was no stopping it now. She only just heard the footsteps, but the Daleks didn't have feet, not anymore.

The Doctor opened the door with the sonic screwdriver. Too easy. If they'd wanted to keep people out they would have deadlocked it. There was a woman chained to what looked like a metal hospital bed. Her eyes were closed and her short black pixie cut was crusted with blood.

She was still in her third regeneration and had been the last time he had seen her, during the Time War. They had not been close during the war. She had changed and he had hated following her orders to end the time war. End it by blowing up Gallifrey and everyone on it including the Daleks...and herself. The Daleks were still at large though so it was possible she might of survived, but he just had not wanted to get his hopes up..

She saw through almost closed eyes a man with a bow tie and a girl with light red hair standing there. It was him. How embarrassing. Well at least he'd survived.

"Romana?" he whispered, trying not to make her jump as he undid the chains holding her down with the sonic screwdriver. "Your alive?" he meant it as a statement but his tone of voice was a question. Quickly he scanned her before running his hands over his face. She was dying. He had to get her back to the TARDIS, if it wasn't already too late.

"Doctor? She managed to say through hard, ragged gasps between words getting weaker by the second. "Only you would wear a bow tie." She smiled.

"Bow ties are cool," he told her while lifting her into his arms. She immediately fell into unconsciousness.

Done next chapter will be up soon.

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