Yes, I'm back. I apologize for not updating anything for this past *checks date* nine months. There are many excuses, and you probably don't want to hear them, but you need to.
I no longer have the inspiration to write Danny Phantom stories. I still love the show, and it will always be special to me because it introduced me to Fanfiction, but I just can't write it anymore. I will finish My Dad's a Hero at some point in the future, but it will be a long time. As for New Family, I hate it. I imagined it going much differently, but when co-writing something you need to choose someone with very similar style, and mine clashes with Casera's to make a big mess that I just want to sweep into the garbage. I am sending everything to her account, so if she wants to finish it, it's up to her. Just look up Casera Phantom.
Also. I now have a job and am in my senior year of high school. My job requires me to stay after school until nine pm when I'm scheduled and when I need to work a Saturday I work from eight to about five most of the time. I will NOT have much typing time, so any updates to this story will be few and far between.
And that's my rant. I do have a laptop now, so typing will be easier for me. And I think that's it.
Story Note: This is a rewrite of all the episodes, starting with Dalek, Season 1. My character is my own creation and will change a lot of the events in the future. This is my first Doctor Who story, and most likely my only one. (It'll be a series, but that's it)
I would like to ask that there are no companion hating reviews, because I love all the companions. No hating on Rose, cause she's my favorite, I really like Martha and Amy, and leave Donna alone because you really have no idea how tired I am of my family hating on her.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own Doctor Who. That privilege goes to BBC and all those other people associated like Steven Moffat. (urg) This is a fan made story with one of my characters thrown into the mix, and I will never give you the permission to use her because I am writing a story with her. You just get a little preview into her life before all my other future fans.
~.*§Found§*.~
Chapter 1: The Other Alien
The whooshing, groaning sound of the Tardis filled the dark, underground room as it materialized from thin air.
Rose looked around with interest as she followed the Doctor from the blue ship. "So what is it? What's wrong?" she asked.
The Doctor shrugged. "Don't know. Some kind of signal drawing the Tardis off course." He glance around in curiosity.
"Where are we?" the blonde human wondered.
"Earth. Utah, North America. About half a mile underground."
"And when are we?" Rose looked back at the Timelord.
The man looked at a display case holding some sort of metal snake as he replied, "Two thousand and twelve."
"Gosh, that's so close. So I should be twenty-six." She said, looking fascinated.
The Doctor found the switch and flicked it on, finally allowing them to see their surroundings. "Blimey." Rose breathed. "It's a great big museum."
"An alien museum." The Doctor agreed. "Someone's got a hobby. They must have spent a fortune on this. Chunks of meteorite, moon dust. That's the milometer from the Roswell spaceship." He continued, pointing at all the little odds and ends.
"That's a bit of Slitheen!" Rose cried, looking at the large appendage in the glass. "That's a Slitheen's arm. It's been stuffed."
"Oh look at you." The Doctor breathed, looking at the metal face on display. It had empty sockets for eyes with tear drop shapes in the corners, and a small, rectangle mouth. It had a bar coming out of it's "ears" that went up at ninety degree angles to connect over its head in some strange sort of headgear.
"What is it?" Rose asked.
"An old friend of mine. Well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares, reduced to an exhibit." Then he huffed, "I'm getting old."
"Is that where the signal's coming from?" Rose asked.
"No, it's stone dead. The signal's alive. Something's reaching out, calling for help."
The Doctor reached out to touch the display case, but as soon as his fingers brushed against it, an alarm blared and armed guards rushed in from all side, blocking them from the Tardis. Rose nervously whispered to the Doctor, "If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you Exhibit A."
The Timelord made a face and couldn't help but think she was right.
~.*§Found§*.~
(above the museum)
A voice came over the intercom, saying, "Attention all personnel. Bad Wolf One descending. Bad Wolf One descending."
A helicopter landed on the platform and four armed guards lined the corridor as a pompous looking man and his assistants strode through the doorway. He was short with short, balding black hair, lazy blue eyes, and a large mustache. A young man approached and began talking, looking slightly tense, as his boss was unpredictable. "On behalf of all of us, I want to wish you a very happy birthday, sir. And the President called to convey his personal best wishes."
The man, known as Henry Van Statten, snorted. "The President is ten points down. I want him replaced."
The assistant nervously said, "I don't think that's very wise, sir."
"Thank you so much for your opinion. You're fired. Get rid of him." Van Statten jerked his head at the guards, and one came to grab the poor man.
"What?" He asked as he was dragged away, eyes wide with horror.
Van Statten began to talk in an absent-minded way. "Wipe his memory, put him on the road someplace. Memphis, Minneapolis. Somewhere beginning with M."
A young woman, in her mid twenties and dressed in a neat black dress suit, quickly came and took the assistant's place. "So," Van Statten began without blinking at the change. "the next President. What do you think? Republican or Democrat?"
"Democrat, sir."
"For what reason?"
"They're just so funny, sir?" She asked nervously.
Van Statten stopped and looked her up and down. "What is your name?"
"Goddard, sir. Diana Goddard."
The man nodded. "I like you, Diana Goddard. So, where's the English kid?"
On cue, another young man came running up. "Sir! Sir! I bought ten more artifacts at auction, Mister Van Statten."
He had short black hair and brown eyes.
"Bring 'em on, let me see 'em." The man replied.
Goddard interrupted. "Sir, with respect, there's something more urgent. We arrested two intruders fifty-three floors down. We don't know how they got in."
"I'll tell you how they got in. In-tru-da window."
The group looked at each other. Van Statten glared. "In-tru-da window. That was funny!"
The people around him obediently began to laugh.
With a wave Van Statten said, "Bring 'em in. Let's see 'em. And tell Simmons I want to visit my little pet. Get to it!" He walked through a door, leaving Goddard to step aside and use her headset.
"Simmons? You'd better give me good news. Is it talking?" she asked.
Deep underground a man wearing a protective suit and holding a chainsaw to a screaming entity replied, "Not exactly talking, no."
"Then what's it doing?" Goddard asked.
"Screaming. Is that any good?"
~.*§Found§*.~
The young British man was showing his boss his latest purchases when Goddard led the Doctor and Rose in, followed closely by several guards. "And this is the last. Paid eight hundred thousand dollars for it."
"What does it do?" Van Statten asked as he held the small piece of metal in his hands.
"Well, you see the tubes on the side? It must be to channel something. I think maybe fuel."
The Doctor sighed and said, "I really wouldn't hold it like that."
"Shut it." Goddard snapped.
The Doctor, not being one to listen, continued. "Really, though, that's wrong."
"Is it dangerous?" The young man asked nervously.
"No, it just looks silly." The Timelord replied with a smile. He reached for the item, but stopped when firing bolts clicked all around him. Van Statton waved them off and handed over the curved, palm sized object.
The Doctor smiled. "You just need to be" with a stroke of his fingers it played a soft note. "Delicate." He played several more different notes.
"It's a musical instrument." Van Statten said with a look of curiosity.
"And it's a long way from home." The Doctor said, grinning at the instrument.
Van Statten reached forward and he demanded, "Here, let me."
With a frown, the Doctor handed the piece over. The collectors touch was much harsher and made some screeching noises emit from the device.
"I did say delicate. It reacts to the smallest fingerprint. It needs precision." The Doctor said with a raised eyebrow.
After a moment Van Statten got the hang of it and a sweet note filled the room. "Very good. Quite the expert." the Doctor congratulated.
"As are you." The collector replied, before casually tossing the precious instrument away where it hit the floor with a clang.
The Doctors eyes followed the objects path and his gazed hardened at the obvious show of disrespect.
Van Statten looked at them critically. "Who exactly are you?"
"I'm the Doctor. And who are you?" The Timelord put his hands behind his back in feigned nonchalance.
Van Statten snorted. "Like you don't know. We're hidden away with the most valuable collection of extra-terrestrial artefacts in the world, and you just stumbled in by mistake."
"Pretty much sums me up, yeah." The Doctor said with is big, ear to ear smile.
"The question is," the collector said, observing them closely. "how did you get in? Fifty three floors down, with your little cat burglar accomplice. You're quite a collector yourself, she's rather pretty."
"She's going to smack you if you keep calling her she." Rose retorted, giving the man a disbelieving look.
Van Statten laughed. "She's English too!" He exclaimed. "Hey, little Lord Fauntleroy. Got you a girlfriend."
"This is Mister Henry Van Statten." The young man said, looking extremely uncomfortable with his introduction.
"And who's he when he's at home?" Rose asked with raised eyebrows and folded arms.
"Mister Van Statten owns the internet." the young man clarified.
"Don't be stupid. No one owns the internet." Rose snorted
"And let's just keep the whole world thinking that way, right kids?" Van Statten said in a bored tone.
The Doctor pressed his lips together before interrupting. "So you're just about an expert in everything except the things in your museum. Anything you don't understand, you lock up." his tone held slight contempt for the smug man.
"And you claim greater knowledge?" Van Statten challenged.
"I don't need to make claims, I know how good I am."
"And yet, I captured you. Right next to the Cage. What were you doing down there?"
"You tell me." The Doctor said.
"The cage contains my most difficult living specimen."
"And what's that? How many living specimen do you have?"
"Like you don't know."
"Show me." The Doctor demanded.
"You want to see it?" Van Statten smirked.
"Blimey, you can smell the testosterone." Rose said, shaking her head at them.
Van Statten spared her a short glance. "Goddard, inform the Cage we're heading down. You, English. Look after the girl. Go and canoodle or spoon or whatever it is you British do. And you, Doctor with no name," the man stared at the alien. "come and see my pets."
~.*§Found§*.~
"We've tried everything." Van Statten said as they walked toward a heavily protected door after exiting the elevator. "The creature has shielded itself but there's definite signs of life inside."
"Inside?" The Doctor asked, brows furrowing. "Inside what?"
Simmons approached them. "Welcome back, sir. I've had to take the power down. The Metaltron is resting."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Metaltron?" He'd never heard such a ridiculous name.
Henry Van Statten smirked. "Thought of it myself. Good, isn't it? Although I'd much to prefer to find out its real name." The mans eyes wandered to the door with a hungry look that made the Doctor want to do something violent for the first time since the war.
"So there's one of your live specimen in there." The Doctor said, tilting his head to the thick metal door. When the collector nodded he asked, "Then where are the others?"
"There's only one other alien, besides the Metaltron. It looks much more human and has incredible strength. The sedatives we used on it to get it here were enough to kill a full-grown bull elephant in seconds, but it was up and kicking in a few hours again. After it nearly destroyed the walls we ended up using a force field to keep it in." Van Statten answered. "But that one does plenty of talking, mostly calling us idiots and insulting our ancestors with lots of cursing thrown in."
Simmons walked back up to them and handed the doctor some gauntlets. "Here, you'd better put these on. The last guy that touched it burst into flames." he said seriously.
The Doctor gave him a look. "I won't touch it then."
Henry rolled his eyes then gestured at the door. "Go ahead, Doctor. Impress me."
The Doctor moved to the door and slipped into the dark room beyond, thinking about how some humans were just so frustrating.
Van Statten looked at the man guarding the door and ordered, "Don't open that door until we get a result." Then he and Goddard went over to the desk covered in monitors.
~.*§Found§*.~
The room was dark with barely enough light to see your own hand in front of your face. The Doctor took this in as he advanced inside and the door clanged shut behind him, the sound of large locks sliding into place reverberating through the room. Looking back at the door, the Doctor sighed and rolled his eyes. He turned to the far side of the room were it was darkest, obviously were the "Metaltron" was being kept. "Look, I'm sorry about this." He said, moving closer, putting on an air of comfort for whatever poor creature was suffering the curiosity of the collector. "Mister Van Statten might think he's clever, but never mind him. I've come to help. I'm the Doctor."
Two white lights blinked to life above a blue glow in time with the croaky, choppy words. "Doc-Tor?"
The Doctor froze, every fragment of his being thrown back to a time when that voice had been the fear of the universe. "Impossible." he whispered, eyes wide and face slack with shock.
"The Doctor?" The voice demanded in anger.
The lights flicked on, putting a spotlight on what appeared to be a large pepper pot with a scope, a plunger, and a blender whisk welded to its body, and thick chains pinned it in place to the floor
"Exterminate! Exterminate!" the creature screamed, rattling in its chains and waving the whisk like device at the Timelord.
Said Timelord rushed to the door and began pounding his fists on it in terror. "Let me out!" he yelled.
"EXTERMINATE!"
Outside the cage Goddard turned to her boss in alarm. "Sir, it's going to kill him!" But the man merely grinned in excitement as he stared at the screen. "It's talking!" he said gleefully.
"You are an enemy of the Daleks! You must be destroyed!" The Dalek twitched it's whisk-gun, but nothing happened.
"It's not working." The Doctor said in relived disbelief. He laughed giddily as the Dalek looked at its impotent weapon.
"Fantastic! Oh fantastic! Powerless! Look at you. The great space dustbin. How does it feel?" he said, advancing on the alien.
"Keep back!" It cried, moving back nervously in its bonds.
The Doctor moved until he stood inches away, staring into its eyepiece. "What for?" He taunted. "What're you going to do to me? If you can't kill, then what are you good for, Dalek? What's the point of you? You're nothing!"
From outside the cage, Statten and his assistants watched with rapt attention as The Doctor paced around the Dalek. "What the hell are you here for?" The Doctor demanded.
"I am waiting for orders."
Inside the cage the Doctor stopped his pacing and turned to the Dalek. "What does that mean?"
"I am a soldier. I was bred to receive orders." It intoned.
"Well you're never going to get any. Not ever." The Doctor snarled.
"I demand orders!" The Dalek screamed, rattling the chains again.
"They're never going to come! Your race is dead! You all burnt, all of you. Ten million ships on fire. The entire Dalek race wiped out in one second." The Timelord waved his hands out to express how far the destruction had spread.
"You lie!"
"I watched it happen! I made it happen!" The Doctor yelled at it.
"You...destroyed us?" It asked.
The Doctor gulped, a haunted look passing his eyes. No matter how much he yelled at this Dalek, it had killed him inside to destroy his people and the others in the Time War. "I had no choice." He whispered.
"And what of the Time Lords?"
"Dead. They burnt with you. The end of the last great Time War. Everyone lost."
"And the coward survived." It was almost as if the Dalek was sneering at him.
"Oh, and I caught your little signal. Help me. Poor little thing. But there's no one else coming 'cause there's no one else left." The Doctor sneered right back.
The Daleks eyepiece lowered. "I am alone in the universe."
"Yep." The Doctor gave a grim smile.
"So are you. We are the same."
"We're not the same!" The Doctor yelled at it. "I'm not..." He paused, realization dawning across his face. "No, wait. Maybe we are. You're right. Yeah, okay. You've got a point." He looked at the Dalek with a slightly wild expression. "'Cause I know what to do. I know what should happen. I know what you deserve." He moved over to the control panel and snarled, "Exterminate."
He pulled a lever on the console and electricity sparked before spreading across the Daleks frame. The blue light crackled and the Dalek screamed in pain, a long, mechanical wail that echoed in the Doctors ears. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but the hatred had seized his mind. He just couldn't cope with the thought of one of those monsters, the reason he had to kill his own people, his family, living while they were dead.
"Have pity!" It shrieked.
"Why should I?" The Doctor yelled, his eyes panicked and wild. "You never did!"
"Get him out!" Van Statten demanded, pointing to the door quickly.
"Help me!" The Dalek cried.
The Doctor saw the guards come in and rushed to ramp up the voltage again. He needed to end this, stop the Dalek before it killed everyone here. The guards reached him first, though. They grabbed him and dragged him toward the door roughly. Van Statten marched up to the Dalek and grinned in wonder. "I saved your life. Now talk to me. Talk to me!" He yelled at it.
Simmons turned off the electricity and came up behind his boss. "You've got to destroy it!" The Doctor yelled at him furiously before the guards succeeded in removing him from the cage.
Van Statten ignored the Timelord and proceeded with his one-sided conversation. "The last in the universe. And now I know your name. Dalek. Speak to me, Dalek. I am Henry Van Statten, now recognize me!" The Dalek said nothing.
Irritated, Henry turned to Simmons. "Make it talk again, Simmons. Whatever it takes."
~.*§Found§*.~
"Sorry about the mess. Mister Van Statten sort of lets me do my own thing, so long as I deliver the goods." The British man, who Rose now knew was named Adam, said. He grabbed something from one of the many cluttered work tables that filled the room, each covered in strange lumps of metal or other unrecognizable materials, odds and ends, and strangely shaped pieces of alien tech. "What do you think that is?" Adam asked, handing Rose an in thick piece of metal.
"Er, a lump of metal?" The blonde asked, looking as though she didn't know how to answer that.
"Yeah." Adam nodded. "Yeah, but I think, well, I'm almost certain, it's from the hull of a spacecraft. The thing is, it's all true. Everything the United Nations tries to keep quiet, spacecraft, aliens, visitors to Earth. They really exist."
'If only he knew.' Rose thought with a small smile. "That's amazing." she said, deciding to humor the young man.
"I know it sounds incredible, but I honestly believe the whole universe is just teeming with life."
Rose pressed her lips together to avoid laughing, but the corners of her mouth lifted anyway. The clueless nature this boy displayed was very endearing to her. "I'm gobsmacked, yeah. And you do what, sit here and catalog it?" It sounded boring compared to running with the Doctor.
"Best job in the world." He replied with a grin.
'I can think of better.' Rose thought. She would have to ask the Doctor if they could bring Adam along with them when this whole business with the aliens was over so he could really see the best job in the world. "Imagine if you could get out there. Travel among the stars and see it for real." she said with a teasing smile.
Adam grinned wistfully. "Yeah, I'd give anything. I don't think it's ever going to happen. Not in our lifetimes."
Oh, she would definitely be asking for him to come along, if only to prove him wrong. "Oh, you never know. What about all those people who say they've been inside of spaceships and things and talked to aliens?"
"I think they're nutters." he said bluntly.
Rose gave her famous tongue-in-teeth smile. "Yeah, me too. So, how'd you end up here?"
"Van Statten has agents all over the world looking for geniuses to recruit." He said somewhat smugly.
"Oh, right. You're a genius."
Adam shrugged. "Sorry, but yeah. I can't help it. I was born clever. When I was eight, I logged onto the US Defence System. Nearly caused World War Three."
Rose frowned, remembering the Slitheen trying to turn the Earth into a decimated rock fuel source by starting a world war. "What, and that's funny, is it?" she asked slightly irritated.
"Well," he said somewhat sheepishly, "you should've been there just to see them running about. Fantastic!" he grinned at the memory.
Rose laughed. "You sound like the Doctor."
"Are you and him...?" Adam trailed off.
"No, we're just friends." She wished they could be more, but there was the age difference, not to mention he was an alien from a currently unexplored part of space.
"Good." Adam said with a grin.
"Why is it good?"
"It just is."
Rose took a look around the workshop, occasionally touching something in curiosity. "So, wouldn't you rather be downstairs? I mean, you've got these bits of metal and stuff, but Mister Van Statten's got living creatures down there.
"Yeah, well, I did ask, but he keeps it to himself. Although, if you're a genius, it doesn't take long to patch through on the comm. system. I've gotten to see both of them, but the humanoid one isn't as interesting. Mainly just glares and insults everyone and their intelligence."
Rose grinned. "Let's have a look at the non-humanoid, then."
Adam pulled up the comm. system and started typing things in.
"It doesn't do much, but it's interesting to look at. It's weird. It's kind of useless. It's just like this great big pepper pot."
When the video feed came up they heard a metallic screaming and Rose watched in horror as Simmons took a large drill to its metal casing.
"It's being tortured!" Rose cried. "Where's the Doctor?"
"I don't know." Adam replied, looking at a loss of what to do.
"Take me down there now." Rose demanded, before marching to the door, completely determined to put a stop to this.
~.*§Found§*.~
Inside the lift the Doctor stood next to Van Statten and his guards with his arms folded, as though he hadn't just tried to kill another living creature. "The metal's just battle armor. The real Dalek creature's inside." He calmly explained to the collector.
"What does it look like?" blue eyes watching the Timelord closely.
The Doctor's lips tightened. "A nightmare. It's a mutation. The Dalek race was genetically engineered. Every single emotion was removed except hate."
"Genetically engineered. By whom?"
"By a genius, Van Statten." 'A mad genius,' the Doctor thought to himself, 'but a genius nonetheless.' "By a man who was king of his own little world. You'd like him."
Of 'course he was being sarcastic. Davros would have had Van Statten murdered in an instant.
Goddard looked at him. "It's been on Earth for over fifty years. Sold at a private auction, moving from one collection to another. Why would it be a threat now?"
Ah humans. So naive and uneducated in the universe. Sometimes the Doctor envied their lack of knowledge and their short lives. They didn't have to live with so much pain and suffering. "Because I'm here." He informed them. "How did it get to Earth? Does anyone know?"
"The records say it came from the sky like a meteorite." Goddard said. "It fell to Earth on the Ascension Islands. Burnt in its crater for three days before anybody could get near it and all that time it was screaming. It must have gone insane."
The Doctor looked slightly disturbed. "It must have fallen through time." He realized. "The only survivor."
Goddard glanced at the Timelord again. "You talked about a war?"
"The Time War. The final battle between my people and the Dalek race."
"But you survived, too." Van Statten said, studiously watching the numbers at the top of the elevator. The Doctor glanced at him. "Not by choice."
"This means that the Dalek isn't the only alien on Earth. Doctor, there's you." Van Statten turned his head fully to look at the man next to him. "The only one of your kind in existence." Van Statten stated.
The Doctor's jaw tightened and his eyes widened slightly, knowing exactly what Van Statten was suggesting. Even Goddard looked slightly alarmed. It wasn't long before the Doctor found himself chained securely in front of a machine, lights shining above him, spread eagle and shirtless, Van Statten staring at him with gleeful and malicious curiosity. "Now, smile!" he called teasingly.
A red laser beam shot from the device and spread a horizontal light across the Doctor's chest. He grunted in pain, gritting his teeth.
"Two hearts! Binary vascular system. Oh, I am so going to patent this." Van Statten grinned, rubbing his hands together.
"So that's your secret." The Doctor gasped out. "You don't just collect this stuff, you scavenge it." The disgust was plain in his voice.
"You sound like the other alien. Besides, this technology has been falling to Earth for centuries. All it took was the right mind to use it properly." Van Statten said, walking from behind the machine. "Oh, the advances I've made from alien junk. You have no idea, Doctor. Broadband? Roswell. Just last year my scientists cultivated bacteria from the Russian crater, and do you know what we found?" He walked up to the Timelord, who turned his head to stare at him. "The cure for the common cold. Kept it strictly within the laboratory of course. No need to get people excited. Why sell one cure when I can sell a thousand palliatives?"
The Doctor glared. One of his least favorite traits in humanity was their greed. "Do you know what a Dalek is, Van Statten?" Van Statten had started back toward his machine, but was now frowning as the Doctor continued. "A Dalek is honest. It does what it was born to do for the survival of its species. That creature in your dungeon is better than you." And that was most definitely saying something.
"In that case, I will be true to myself and continue." Van Statten said, glaring as he moved back behind the scanner.
"Listen to me!" The Doctor yelled, feeling desperate now. "That thing downstairs is going to kill every last one of us!"
"Nothing can escape the Cage." Van Statten said, as though it was a fact. Once again the Doctor was reminded of the Titanic, just before Van Statten blasted him with the laser again.
"But it's woken up. It knows I'm here. It's going to get out. Van Statten, I swear, no one on this base is safe. No one on this planet!" The Doctor ground out through his teeth.
Van Statten ran the laser scan again, just to hear the Doctor scream.
~.*§Found§*.~
"Hold it right there." A security guard demanded, glaring at Rose and Adam as they approached. Adam held up a card and showed it to all the guards saying, "Level three access. Special clearance from Mister Van Statten."
The guard nodded and let them pass through the door.
Once inside the cage, Adam warned Rose, "Don't get too close." before the door slammed behind them.
The blonde seemed to ignore this as she walked up to the Dalek, concern and pity radiating from her. "Hello. Are you in pain? My name's Rose Tyler. I've got a friend, he can help. He's called the Doctor. What's your name?" she was now right in front of the alien, looking into its eye stalk.
"Yes." The Dalek croaked.
Rose frowned. "What?"
"I am in pain." the Dalek said. "They torture me, but still they fear me. Do you fear me?" It's eye stalk raised to meet her gaze.
"No." She said, giving the slightest shake of her head.
"I am dying." The creature groaned.
Rose sucked in a breath and her eyes widened. "No, we can help." She said. If she could just find the Doctor they could save it.
"I welcome death." The Dalek said defiantly. "But I am glad that before I die I have met a human who was not afraid."
Rose bit her lip. "Isn't there anything I can do?"
"My race is dead, and I shall die alone." The eye stalk lowered, the Daleks speech slowing and becoming more choppy.
Rose stretched out her hand tentatively, wanting to give some comfort. Adam realized what she was doing and his head lifted as he shouted, "Rose, no!"
Rose's hand brushed the Daleks head. With a gasp she jerked back and a golden hand print appeared, before vanishing into the outer shell. The Dalek suddenly became more animated, and shook in its bonds. "Genetic material extrapolated. Initiate cellular reconstruction!" Rose backed up, just as the Dalek broke free with one final tug on its chains. Sparks flew in the air as the Dalek looked at them triumphantly. (as triumphant as a giant pepper pot could look)
The door opened from behind them and Simmons came in, looking angry. "What the hell have you done?" he growled, glaring at Rose.
He approached the Dalek with the large drill he was carrying. The Dalek turned to him and raised the plunger-like appendage at his face. Simmons smirked. "What you going to do? Sucker me to death?"
Suddenly the plunger spread forward and surrounded his nose and mouth like some sort of mask. He gave a muffled scream and tried to pull the device off. Crunching sounds came from his face as the vacuum became stronger. Rose and Adam rushed from the cage and Rose cried, "I's killing him! Do something!" as she ran up to the guard that had tried stopping them earlier.
The guard grabbed the microphone for the Comm. system and said, "Condition red! Condition red!"
In the Doctor's own cage they heard the announcement loud and clear. "I repeat, this is not a drill!"
Van Statten looked up with wide eyes, head moving side to side at the ceiling in surprise before moving forward. The Doctor lifted his hanging head from his sweaty chest slowly and painfully.
"Release me if you want to live." He said through his sore throat, ice blue eyes penetrating Van Statten's own.
~.*§Found§*.~
In another part of the facility, in a dark room with only the green glow of a force field to light the single occupant, the message over the comm. made the inhabitant smile. "Well. Sounds like they've gotten in over their heads. What perfect timing."
Slender, pale hands reached forward and pressed against the shield that kept them caged. A black sand-like material seeped from the fabric of the black finger-less gloves that covered them. The sand spread over the cage, seeming to melt it like acid. With one final flicker, the shield went out and the black sand returned to the gloves. The figure stood and approached the thick titanium door. "Time to make my own escape."
And that's it for this chapter. Thought I'd leave all the action for the next one. Hopefully this story will be nice and long. I'm planning for it to be all of season one, and if each episode is turned into two chapters you'll get about sixteen chapters for this story, not including my own little adventure filler chapters. If I have any in this book. *frowns* Anyway, I hope you like it. Not much for this chapter, but you'll be meeting my character soon enough, and I think you'll like them. And if you didn't guess, it's the second alien.
And once again, I'm sorry about the delay.
So, read, review, and add to alerts and favorites.
Artistically Yours,
Destiny Obake