I have come to decide that will be a second place to post my writings. Although I doubt they will get much attention, people can read. This particular one is actually a series of drabbles based around a Dalek OC of mine named Corky. There will later by a true story based on an RP with my friend DreamFluent, of which she plays the Doctor and some/most of the Daleks. But to read that, you will first have to read this to understand Corky's orgins.
Another point I might make is that this is an AU where Starfleet and the Star Trek universe exists in Doctor Who's universe, so information will be incorrect at some points canon to both shows. Unfortunately, though the meeting of 11 and Picard in Assimilation2 is canon, the Doctor still does not exist canon to the Star Trek universe. Earth history is made to fit Starfleet -and though much of Doctor Who and Star Trek (as much as possible) is fitted into this AU, certain aspects will still be incorrect.
Q stooped down to examine the wreckage he'd caused the planet… not that it mattered much. Most of the planet was dead, dying, or going to die soon. Besides, Q didn't really care about the lives lost... not when he saw the whole universe as a whole, with so many others to take their places. It certainly had been interesting watching the warrior race try meekly to fight against Q's undeniably superior power. They didn't stand a chance, but they kept fighting. Q was, of course, poking fun at them, teasing them, even taunting them.
Ultimately, Q's intentions -this time- were indeed to kill, however. The Daleks were dangerously close (once again) to Federation territory. It had been a long time since they'd struck, and each time had been thwarted by either he or the Doctor. Not that they worked in a team. No, they simply despised each other… but at least they were working towards the same cause. Q was a troublemaker, but at least his loyalties lie in favour of the Federation. Most of the time.
As he was stooping down, he noticed something within an opaque blue casing. Picking it up and examining it, he realized a small Dalek embryo was developing within the cerulean slime encased in what appeared to be a type of glass. It was about half developed, and in a few years Q assumed it would be full grown and worthy of a Dalek case and training -the very thing that made the Daleks what and who they were. Davros may have isolated the emotion of hate and turned it to be the most likely of all emotions to show at one time, but the lifeforms within their cases were much more complicated than that.
They had feelings more powerful than anyone could describe in the beginning, and were starved by their own shells of these emotions. Little did the Daleks themselves know that the hate and fear they experienced was derived from the frustration of keeping emotions and their very thoughts at bay. If training did not starve them of the very thing that made a lifeform natural, a Dalek's own casing did. And if being trapped in that wreched shell alone, never to expirience life wasn't enough, they had programming to control them as well!
Nobody could admit that it wasn't a horrible concept. Except for maybe Devros.
While holding the smallish container in his hands, Q pondered this and took pity. This Dalek was left behind in its youth by its own kind, and it was perhaps an even kinder fate than if the Daleks had saved this lifeform from this now abandoned planet. Whether it was purposefully left behind or simply forgotten, Q did not know nor question.
Taking the developing embryo under his arm, the alien being turned back, and already a plan was slipping into his mind… a daunting plan to raise this Dalek as his own… perhaps he'd even follow Q in his fascination with humans? Who knew? Perhaps he would one day be a Starfleet officer!
It'd certainly be an exciting game to be played, whether it worked out for better or for worse. But what could go wrong, really? He'd raised Little Q, and he'd tolerated Lady Q... and that was a nightmare. How hard could raising a Dalek be?