Chapter 1

Clara Oswin Oswald felt her heart racing as she looked out into the darkness. She couldn't remember how she had ended up in this place. Let alone understand where she was. The last thing she remembered getting out of the crashed escape pod that had come from the doomed USS Alaska.

The ship had been on its way back to Starbase 81 when it had picked up a distress call from a Klingon transport ship. The ship had been hit by some kind of energy burst that had knocked out its warp and impulse engines. Captain John Hawkins a well loved commanding officer and a veteran of the Dominion War gave the order to go and help the ship. A big mistake.

Within minutes of entering the star system the Alaska which was only an Ambassador-class starship found herself coming under attack from a small group of disc shaped ships. The enemy ships were painted gold and had little pods on the underside of the hull. They fired high powered energy weapons that quickly over powered the Alaska's shields. Within minutes of the attack starting. The Alaska became nothing more than a burning ship in space.

At this point Hawkins had to given the command to abandon ship. As first officer Clara had to oversee the evacuation. The voice of Captain Hawkins echoed in her head.

"LEAVE NOW CLARA! I WILL TRY AND HOLD THEM OFF!".

But this still didn't answer the question of how she ended up in this dark place. What happened after she escaped the pod? She tried to move her arms but felt something hard holding them in place. Panic now had set in forcing Clara to call on all her Starfleet training to keep a clear head.

"HELLO!" she shouted.

For a split second she thought she saw something moving in the darkness. Some kind object was moving towards her. Only a bit of it moved into the light. It something made out of gold metal with metal gold balls stuck onto it.

"Who? Who are you?"

"Who are you?" it said in a high pitch robotic voice. As it spoke two white lights flashed in the darkness.

"I am Clara Oswald"

"Who are you?" it said again.

"Commander Clara Oswald" she said her voice now shaking with fear.

From out of the darkness came a long metal pole attached to it was a long medical needle. It was moving right towards her chest.

"NO! PLEASE I AM HUMAN I AM HUMAN. I AM CLARA OSWALD OF THE FEDERATION SHIP..." she then screamed as she felt the needle push it's way through her jacket and then through her blouse. It pierced her chest and she let out a horrific scream as she felt the needle hit her ribcage. She then passed out.

When Clara came round she found herself sitting in a chair with some kind of brace fitted around. Her eyes were being held open by some kind of clamps and her head was killing her. She also was starting to feel really dark emotions. Anger and hatred was gripping ever bit of her soul. Her hatred was due to what these aliens were doing to her. But more information was coming to her. Information being fed directly into her brain by the aliens.

"I am Oswin Oswald" Clara said using the name these aliens had picked for her. Her middle name.

"I am Oswin Oswald. I am human"

"You are Dalek" said her own voice in her head.

"I am Oswin Oswald and I am Human. I am not A Dalek".

The anger was now following through her body. Humanity was slowly being removed and replaced with this darkness that the Daleks were feeding her.

She could now see more clearly the Daleks that were operating on her. They looked like large pepper pots with a sink plunger and a ray gun as arms. They had a long eyestalk and were painted all gold.

"I am Clara Oswald I am human" she said using her first name for the last time. She then passed out again.

Clara opened her eyes again to now find she was lying on a metal table. Her clothes had been removed and her long brown hair shaved off her head. She passed out again and when she awoke she found herself back inside the escape pod.

"What the hell?" she said sitting up.

Everything came back to her. Her name Oswin. Her job was a junior entertainment officer on the starship Alaska. She had crashed landed on the Dalek planet and was battling to keep them out of the pod until help arrived. Little did she know that all this was all fake memories created by the Daleks.

Help finally did come in the form of the Daleks worst nightmare. The Doctor. However any hope of being rescued was blown when she was faced with the fact that she was in fact a Dalek and everything she was seeing was fake. Using the anger the Daleks had programmed into her and the intelligence that they had left her with. She helped The Doctor and his friends escape. She then allowed the Daleks to destroy the planets she was on. Then everything went dark.

Clara opened her eyes fearful of what she was going to see. However what she saw was the ceiling of a federation sickbay.

"Commander Oswald?" the face Dr Beverly Crusher appeared over her. "How are you feeling?"

That was a good question. Her head was very foggy and her left arm was stinging. But she was alive. How could she be alive?

"How? I...?"

Crusher put her hand on Clara's bare shoulder. She smiled warmly at her patient making Clara feel slightly relaxed.

"You're safe. You're on the Enterprise-E. We picked up a federation distress call. You suffered pretty bad burns. But the armoured pod we found you in protected you. However we have had to use some Borg technology to treat you".

"Treat me?" asked Clara sitting up and then gasping in horror at the sight that greeted her.

Her left arm was partly covered in some kind of bio jelly. The same jelly covered both her legs and chest.

"Dalek" muttered Clara.

Crusher pushed Clara back down. She smiled again at her and pulled the covers back over her legs.

"It's ok. The Borg implants are assimilating the Dalek DNA. They are killing it off. Just lay back and let me work my magic".

"How long was I...was I a Dalek?"

"Five Days" said Crusher. "But now isn't the time to talk about it. Just rest" she said as she checked Clara's left arm.

Clara closed her eyes again. She then awoke to find herself in her apartment on earth. Sweat dripped down her body and tears ran down her cheeks. She had been dreaming it all. This hadn't been the first time she had relived the horrific nightmare of her encounter with the Daleks. In fact this was the third night in a row she had awoken to find herself terrified and bathed in sweat.

"It's ok" she told herself "Your safe".

She got up feeling her nightdress sticking to her back. She walked over to the rain covered window and looked out at the city of San Francisco. Her heartbeat slowly returned to a normal rate as she brought herself slowly back to reality.

She looked down at her arms expecting to see bits of Dalek matter stuck to them. Instead all she could see was her newly regenerated skin. She then looked back at the brightly lit city and sighed.

Two months on and she still felt terrified. Terrified the Daleks would return,