Reworked Asylum of the Daleks
First there were the Daleks and then, there was a man who fought them and then, in time, he died. For both our sakes, dearest Hannah, we must hope these stories are true. There are a few, of course, who believe this man somehow survived. And that, one day, he will return. The woman's thoughts were interrupted when at the moment a sound filled the empty room, a wheezing, groaning sound. The sound of time and space parting as the blue Police Box of the TARDIS appeared. The Doctor emerged to see the blond woman wearing rags staring out of the cave, she was a Thal, one of the first species to be victims of the Daleks.
"I got your message," the Doctor says. "Not many people can do that. Send me messages."
"I have a daughter," she says pleadingly. "She's in a Dalek ethnic cleansing camp. They say you can help."
"Do they?" he says quietly. "I wish they'd stop. I love your choice of meeting place," he says morosely, going to the window.
"They said I'd have to entreat you," she says behind him.
"New Eden," he says, looking out over the broken city. "A colony of the Thals destroyed, broken and subjected."
He turns. "Who told you about me?"
"Does it matter?" she asks.
"Maybe not," he says quietly, intensely. "But you're very well informed. If Hannah's in a Dalek prison camp, tell me, why aren't you?" he turns, disbelief in his voice.
"I escaped."
He laughs, softly, sinister. "No. Nobody escapes the Dalek camps." He takes her hand, brushing his thumb across it. "You've kept your body perfectly still,"
The Doctor instantly backs away towards the TARDIS. "It's a trap" As he turns to put the key in the lock a blue ring of energy appears around the shell as the temporal prison catches the ship. As he turns back to the woman she's raised a small version of the Dalek weapon and fires it at him causing spasms as he collapses onto the floor as the ceiling of the cave is destroyed and a Dalek saucer appears above them.
Loud, raucous music, Amy appears, her hair in curls, heavy makeup, one fist comes up to the raised as if punching an invisible opponent, HATE written on the knuckles. The other fist comes up, showing LOVE.
Lightbulbs flash. Big jewelry, a woman blowing a hairdryer at her, blowing her hair while a photographer snaps photos. Amy doesn't look happy, she's just doing her job.
A secretary comes up, waving for attention.
She nods to the photographers. "I'll just be a minute." She slides down the banister.
"Your husband is here," the secretary says.
She sashays off, annoyed, "I don't have a husband."
"Oh, well, apparently you still do," the secretary says with a nervous laugh, smiling at her.
She leaves him behind and walks into her dressing room, to find Rory sitting at her makeup table. He looks at her in the mirror, disgusted. He holds up a sheaf of papers.
"You have to sign these."
She stalks over and grabs them. "And then we're not married?" she demands.
He throws his hand up. "Just like magic."
She signs them, signing her legal name as Amelia Pond.
She hands them back. "Can't chat," she brushes him off. "Working."
"Really?" he accepts the divorce papers. "I thought you were just pouting at a camera." He gets up and leaves. Both of them angry.
Just as he reaches the door, Amy falters, "Rory?" she entreats.
He holds his hands up in an, "I don't want to hear it," gesture and detours around her makeup artist who's just walked in.
A light on the mirror starts to flicker.
"Sorry, love, was I interrupting?" the makeup woman asks.
Amy shakes her head, "No," resigned.
"Gosh, look at you, you look so pale," she cups Amy's cheek. "Come on, take a seat, we'll soon sort that out." Amy sits down. The light continues to flicker.
Amy hears a wet, crunching noise behind her, senses something wrong, she turns, the light flickers, a Dalek gunstalk fires.
Outside, Rory hails a cab with the sheaf of papers. He looks downcast, but resolute. The cab pulls up and he gives directions, slipping into the back seat.
The driver nods at him, Rory goes back to studying the papers. Light flares, shooting out of all the cab windows and when it dissipates Rory is gone.
Rory, lying on a black floor with the thrum of the Dalek computers echoing around the pulsing orange and red lights. He wakes up, then jerks upward with a gasp.
He turns, Amy is standing beside him. They're in a circular room in an obviously Dalek ship.
She gives him a silent, defensive look. "Where are we?" he asks dubiously.
She nods toward a grilled window.
He looks outside, they are in space, surrounded by a Dalek fleet.
"So," he asks. "How much trouble are we in?"
The door whooshes open, a Dalek glides in. "How much trouble, Mr. Pond," the Doctor's voice says. He walks into the room after the Dalek, another behind him, clearly a prisoner.
He stalks into the room, looking cocky, and somewhat happy to see them. "Out of 10?" His face drops the cheerful facade, becoming ominous. "Guess."
The ceiling suddenly hisses hydraulically and breaks apart into wedges, opening up. The floor shakes, and starts to rise.
They stare around, nervous, keeping on their feet, all they can see is a golden dome overhead.
They rise up, into the middle of an amphitheater. They look around, and their blood runs cold. Daleks. Everywhere. Thousands of them, ranks upon ranks of Daleks of every conceivable type. Silent. Watching. The Doctor stares around.
"Where are we?" Amy asks. "Spaceship, right?" The Doctor nods.
"Not just any ship," he says his voice dark. "The flagship of the Dalek fleet"
The floor locks into position. He turns to look at them. "They're the commanders and strategists of all of the Dalek fleets, they only convene like this in the most dire of circumstances."
Rory looks sick behind them.
"What do we do?" Amy asks.
"Wait for your chance," the Doctor says, his eyes darting toward the TARDIS behind them still surrounded by the temporal prison. "They wouldn't have brought us here if they wanted us dead."
He stepped back, away from the Ponds, and turns to the waiting Daleks, his eyes briefly dart to a control console, before turning back to the Daleks. "Well come on then." He throws his arms wide. "You've got me. What are you waiting for? At long last, Here I Am!"
He turns in a circle, daring them.
"Save us."
The Doctor turns, startled, to the transparent tube at the head of the dais. The one that holds the only visible Dalek mutant.
He stares in disbelief, as if he isn't sure what he just heard.
"You will save us," the same Dalek voice says again.
"I'll what?" His arms flop down to his sides.
"You will save the Daleks," the Dalek mutant repeats.
"Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks," the others all started chanting.
Amy and Rory stared around in confusion. Every Dalek, all several thousands of them, dome lights flashing, chanted the same thing.
The Doctor just glances round and laughs.