A/N: I've been putting off watching the War Games for about two years now, I haven't even watched any of it yet and I've already cried almost cried several times. Hopefully I'll watch it this year!
Anyway, this is intended to remedy my future heartbreak.
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It seemed that there was nothing they could do as Davros laughed maniacally "Nothing can stop the detonation, nothing and no-one!"
Absolutely nothing.
Or at least, that was what they thought.
Davros carried on, babbling about how amazing he was, unaware of the danger that was lurking behind him.
"And you, Doctor, will be my eternal slave!" he continued, forgetting about the fact that one could not have slaves if they were to destroy all of reality.
The shadows shifted slightly, accompanied by a metallic gleam that the Doctor knew all too well.
"I will destroy the person you love the most!" the man, if he could be called that, ended his prattling with a crazed laugh.
The Doctor smirked, his eyes trailing over to the shadows "Not if they destroy you first."
Davros frowned and double-checked that the blonde woman was still in the holding cell, she was. Maybe the Doctor was more insane than he had previously thought?
"I fail to see how your companion can destroy me, she is still inside the holding cell." He smirked.
Rose took the apparent hint and started looking for an opening in the holding cell.
"Look behind you!" the Doctor chimed childishly.
Davros started to sweat and slowly started to turn around, terrified of what might await him.
There was a yell from the Doctor, something along the lines of 'Get him Jamie!', which signalled some kind of tartan blur to knock Davros' face into the floor.
The Doctor's companions watched in awe as a hairy legged highlander rose from the heap that screamed about its broken legs, even if it didn't have legs.
Even the Daleks were gobsmacked.
The man breathed in heavily, his dirk glinting in the badly-lit room. He was the most terrifying person that anyone in the room, except the Doctor (he was too busy smiling dazedly), had ever seen.
Of course, the moment was ruined by him running over to the Doctor's holding cell and attempting to stab it with the dirk.
"Doctor! Doctor! The strange beastie is getting in the way of our clinging!" he yelled in a heavy Scottish accent, with a desperate look on his face.
The Daleks overcame their amazement and started to advance on the frantic Scotsman, but were stopped by a yell of 'not if I can help it!'
A short woman in a sparkling catsuit was at the controls, twisting random knobs.
The Doctor's excited babble became more erratic as he yelled "the red button Zoe! The red button!"
Zoe scanned the controls with determination before slamming her hand down on the red button. At once the holding cells were removed and Jamie attached himself to the Doctor.
THE END