A young dark-skinned woman was failing to pilot her ship while her brother sat unconscious in the passenger seat. She could see the large trail of smoke her ship was leaving behind and knew the situation couldn't last much longer.

"Aristotle! This is Wasp Delta, do you hear me?!" she called into the comms. Before glancing at he brother, "Stay with me, Kai! Stay with me, please! Aristotle! We have been hit! Major damage!" She barely managed to avoid a fire beam from the larger ship chasing her. "Aristotle! Aristotle! The enemy are right on top of us!"

She couldn't deflect the hits longer. Her scream echoed after receiving a massive blow from the enemy ship.

Next thing she knew she felt something cold and hard underneath her, and her cheek. Instantly she opened her eyes and saw a darker blue room, one that was not her ship interior.

"Wake up!" she heard a high-pitched boy's voice tell her, followed by a tiny poke on her leg.

Turning her gaze below she saw a toddler vigorously poking her knee.

"Dere!" he happily cried when he saw her looking at him. "Mommy, Daddy, look!"

Immediately, the woman pulled herself away from the toddler, swiping her gun on her side as she got up.

"You'll probably feel a bit sick, please don't be," called the Doctor from across the TARDIS console.

"Please put that down, dear," Minerva walked around the console to retrieve her son who'd gone back to playing with his teddy bear Roger on the floor. "It's not a good influence on the kids."

"Where's my brother?!" the woman failed to follow instructions. "He was right beside me. Where's Kai? How did I get here?"

"I materialised a time capsule exactly round you and saved your life one second before your ship exploded-" the Doctor placed down a coffee tray on the console, "-but do please keep crying."

"Doctor," Minerva rolled her eyes, still unused to his new bluntness that had over exceeded his usual one.

"What?" the Doctor looked at her with a genuinely confused face.

"My brother just died!" the pilot woman exclaimed, now directly aiming her gun at the Time Lord.

"His sister didn't. You're very welcome. Put the gun down."

"Or what?"

Minerva sighed and returned to the Doctor's side holding Elias in her arms. "Or you might shoot someone clearly. My daughter did that once, she got off easy - you won't."

"I'd be in charge of your vessel," the woman seemed to want to challenge them but just couldn't.

"Actually, our son would be in charge," the Doctor glanced at the toddler who was still busied with his stuffed bear. "And he's smarter than you no doubt."

"Doctor," Minerva once more scolded, this time without looking at him.

"I haven't said anything!"

"Just shut up!" she exclaimed then inquired from the stranger woman, "What's your name by the way?"

"I'm Lieutenant Journey Blue of the Combined Galactic Resistance. I demand you take me back to my command ship, the Aristotle, which is currently located…"

Minerva tilted her head, looking curious for some reason and she interjected, "No, try again."

The woman, Journey, made a face but still started over. "You will take me back to my command ship, which is currently positioned…"

"Elias, help the poor girl out," Minerva gently bopped the toddler. "What do we say?"

"Pwease!" he looked at Journey with widened eyes.

Journey sighed. "Will you take me back to my ship?...please?"

Elias nodded his head at her, apparently confirming this time she'd gotten it right. "Prize?" he looked up at his mother who shook her head.

"No, Elias. You should never be kind just to get a prize. You should be kind because it's the right thing to do," she tapped his nose then cleared her throat purposely while shooting the Doctor a look. "And others should try to be a little nicer."

The Doctor started setting in the coordinations but sarcastically acknowledged her words. He knew that lately he'd been getting into more trouble with her because his tongue now seemed to have excelled at blunt honesty. He tried to point out that this wasn't something completely new for him as his ninth incarnation seemed to have similar mouths. Minerva would then remind him that during that specific incarnation he and she weren't as close and she therefore couldn't have scolded him then. Now, she would definitely scold him.

"The Aristotle's the big fella parked in the asteroid belt, yeah?" the Doctor moved to the levers and pulled one down. "It's shielded. More or less."

Journey nearly fell back if she hadn't managed to snag a hand onto the console. When the box stilled, Minerva gestured for Journey to go check it out. Nervously, the woman did turn and walked towards the doors.

"Dry your eyes, Journey Blue. Crying's for civilians," the Doctor took Minerva's hand and went after the other woman. "It's how we communicate with you lot."

After Journey stepped out, which had been into an efficient looking building, she got a good look at the blue box. "It's...smaller on the outside."

"Yes," Minerva turned around, "Someone already beat you to that precise line."

"This isn't a battleship," the Doctor pulled Minerva into the hallway without noticing the near accident he caused. "Medical insignia - it's a hospital."

A colonel with two armed soldiers behind walked up to the group after hearing of their unexpected landing. "We don't need hospitals now. The Daleks don't leave any wounded. And we don't take any prisoners."

"We saved your little friend here, if that's in any way relevant to mention," the Doctor nodded back to Journey.

"That's true, sir. He did," the woman in question nodded.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. We wish we could've done more."

"Then you should have."

"Be more grateful, will yah?" Minerva raised one eyebrow at the rude man. "My son knows how to show more gratitude than you...and he's one and a half!"

The colonel seemed to mildly take in her words. He coldly declared, "The security of this base is absolute. So we're still going to kill you."

Elias frowned. "Be nice!" he followed his mother's words from earlier.

But, of course, the Colonel took no notice of the toddler. "Shoot them, bag them and throw them outside."

But before the soldiers could touch the aliens Journey placed herself in front of them. "No! Stop! He's a doctor! And we have a patient. Don't we, Uncle?"

The Colonel considered this idea and looked at the Doctor who, more or less, seemed bored of the place already. Taking his chances, he agreed to let them at least see the patient.

"Why does a hospital need a doctor?" the Doctor inquired as they now walked through another hallway.

"You realize what's wrong with that sentence don't you?" Minerva made a face at him.

"The Aristotle wasn't always hidden. The Daleks got here before us," the Colonel replied nonetheless.

Journey had been studying the two aliens walking with them and came up with her results in a question, "You don't like soldiers much, do you?"

"You don't need to be liked. You've got all the guns," the Doctor nearly snapped the answer but nevertheless a truthful one. His demeanor shifted into excitement after he got a glimpse of large set of equipment in a room. "Wow! A moleculon nanoscaler!"

"Please don't touch it," Minerva sighed knowing what she said wouldn't matter.

"You know what it does, then?" Journey inquired.

"It miniaturizes living matter. What's the medical application, though? Do you use it to shrink the surgeons so they can climb inside the patients?"

"Oh, there's a movie about that," Minerva remembered something about a movie once shown to her by one of her human friends. But there was so many it was impossible to remember at the moment. "Are you going to miniaturize my husband? I'll need to sign a permission form first."

The Doctor threw an unamused look at his wife for that one.

"You're a doctor, aren't you?" the Colonel glanced at the Doctor who nodded for an answer. He backtracked to a pair of sliding doors. "And this is your patient." He turned around and slid the doors open to reveal a Dalek inside hooked up with medical wires.

"Uh oh," Elias quickly dove his head into his mother's neck, hugging his teddy bear tight. He knew what those aliens did and it was never good.

The Doctor swallowed hard at the sight. "No, you don't understand. You can't put me in there!"

"Doc...tor?!" went the ill Dalek.

"How do you know who I am?"

"He doesn't," the Colonel clarified. "We promised him medical assistance."

"We found it floating in space," added Journey.

"We thought it was deactivated. So we tried to disassemble it."

"Except you didn't realize there was a living creature inside," Minerva finished for them, giving them a 'really' look.

"Not till it started screaming," Journey guiltily relayed.

"Help...me," went the Dalek again.

"Why would I do that?" scoffed the Doctor. "Why would any living creature help you?"

"Daleks will die!"

"Die all you like. Not my problem," the Doctor turned around and started walking for the doors while taking Minerva's hand in the process.

"Daleks must be destroyed!"

Both froze in their places. "No, hold on," Minerva looked up at the Doctor, "Did he just…" she shook her head and turned around for the ill Dalek. "What did you just say?"

"All Daleks must die! I will destroy the Daleks! Destroy the Daleks! DESTROY THE DALEKS!"

~ 0 ~

Clara was having the pleasure of meeting Coal Hill's newest teacher, Danny Pink, whom she'd seen earlier in the day with some of the students. "Er...was it you that I saw outside doing the soldiery thing?" she referred back to the moment of P.E. where Danny had been implementing a solder-type lesson.

"Oh, yeah, probably The Coal Hill Cadets. Just a bit of fun."

Clara scoffed. "What, teaching them how to shoot people?"

"Careful," appeared Liv behind Danny, only visibly to Clara of course, "Your time-traveling Clara Oswald side is showing."

Clara had to withold rolling her eyes for the sake of Danny standing beside her.

"There's a bit more to modern soldiering than just shooting people," Danny was explaining cluelessly. "I like to think there's a moral dimension."

"Oh? You shoot people then cry about it afterwards?" blurted Clara.

Liv deeply sighed and planted a hand on her cheek. "My God this should turn out to be rather interesting."

Clara realized too quick that her statement had not been the best. "Something wrong?"

"Nothing, no," Danny shook his head. "Sorry, no, nothing. I just... I didn't think they'd say anything, that's all."

"Sorry?"

"Have they told everyone?"

Clara frowned, slowly losing more of what this conversation was now dealing with. She could see that Danny was growing more and more upset by the second and she didn't understand why. "No, no, no, as far as I know, nobody has told anybody anything. What are you talking about?"

"Why did you just say the crying thing?"

Clara's eyes flickered to one side and the other, overly confused. "I...was being funny."

"Why?" Danny asked, or rather sounded like he was demanding.

"I just do that," Clara shrugged.

"Why?"

"I dunno!"

"Anyway... I, erm... I've left some stuff in my class…" Danny nervously headed for the door.

"Okay...see you," Clara took a step towards him.

"I told you this was gonna be interesting," Liv had herself a good laugh, much to Clara's annoyance.

"We'll see about that," Clara huffed and hurried after Danny. "Er, are you going to the, um, leaving thing tonight for Cathy?"

Danny stopped walking and glanced back, looking unsure, "Um…no, I'm not…"

"Oh, okay...never mind," Clara tried her best not to look as awkward as things were getting.

"Good night," Danny said and once again began to walk.

Clara bit her lip, Liv knew that to be her impulsive side coming out. "Change your mind!" she exclaimed and Liv slapped a hand to her face.

"Unbelievable, Clara Oswald," she sighed.

"Excuse me?" Danny had once again turned around.

"I'm going. Er, I'll give you a lift," Clara suggested nervously. "Why not?"

"No, I've got some reading," Danny lamely came up with.

"Ah, okay," Clara rocked on her feet, "Maybe some other time, then?"

"Yeah," Danny gave a short nod and finally walked away.

"Okay," Liv took her moment soon afterwards when they were the last ones in the hallway, "Let's review what went wrong here."

Clara sighed, closing her eyes. "Let's not do this, Liv, please…"

"No we gotta," Liv had her hands together with her two index fingers pointed at Clara. "Because you are 28 and you gotta stop getting rejected like this."

"Rejected? I was not rejected," Clara made an offended face, although knowing Liv was partially right.

"Yeah, you kinda were," Liv planted her hands on her hips. "It was that bad I felt it!"

Becoming determinant, Clara said, "We'll see about that," and she walked past Liv to find Danny.

"Clara? You're not actually going for a third round are you!?" Liv rushed after her, but Clara did not respond.

They came to a stop outside Danny's opened classroom where they began hearing Danny talking to himself. It was all related - they assumed - to Clara, which made Clara immediately grin.

"You got that goofy grin," Liv studied her closely. "It's like the one Minerva gets...oh dear, here we go, don't we?"

Clara ignored Liv's words and stepped inside the classroom, getting Danny's attention by clearing her throat. "Is the wooden sound you or...or the desk?"

"How long have you been there?" Danny straightened up in his chair, mortified to see her there.

"Longer than you would like," Clara couldn't help smile. "So will you look that terrified when you take me out for a drink?"

"I-I absolutely promise I won't…"

Clara laughed. "Play your cards right and you might!"

"Unbelievable," Liv was in awe as Clara walked out of the room.

"I so win," declared the brunette with a triumphant smirk.

"Right, I accept my defeat," Liv laughed. "Now we gotta decide what you're gonna wear - and not that green dress that makes you look like grass!"

"What?" Clara made a face, turning the hallway that would lead to her own classroom. "I love that dress!"

"I know you do, so I'm sorry," Liv shook her head.

Clara rolled her eyes and opened the door of her classroom only to be met with a coffee tray and a gray-haired Time Lord on the other side. Immediately, she frowned. "Where the hell have you been?"

"You sent us for coffee," the Doctor said, confused already.

Liv made herself visible to the Doctor only to say, "That was three weeks ago you idiot. In Glasgow."

"Blimey that's a long time," the Doctor winced. "But Minerva wanted-"

"I know you're not gonna blame me for this," Minerva appeared at the doorway of the TARDIS. She looked at the two women with a small smile. "He found something distracting."

"That's not important," the Doctor rolled his eyes, pushed the coffee tray towards Clara and turned back for the TARDIS.

"What's that smile for?" Minerva asked Clara as the two women followed after the Doctor.

"What? I wasn't smiling," Clara looked the other way.

"You were smiling at nothing," the Doctor scoffed. "I'd almost say you were in love, but to be honest…"

"What?" Clara dreaded the answer.

"You're not a young woman any more."

Clara froze while Minerva nearly lost it. "Doctor!"

"Well, she doesn't look it!" went the Time Lord.

"I am getting real tired of this new attitude of yours!" Minerva went after him.

"What attitude?" the Doctor calmly turned around, causing her to bump into him.

"Your over-rudeness one!"

"I'm not rude…" the Doctor then looked to the side, "...am I?"

"I don't know, you answer me," Minerva crossed her arms.

"It's not worth getting into an argument," Clara came to stand beside them.

The Doctor looked at her suddenly, in a new light. "I need something from you. I need the truth."

"OK. Right, what is it? What's...?"

"I tried asking Minerva, but she's a bit biased," the Doctor explained and when Clara glanced at Minerva for a comment the alien woman just shook her head. "And despite you trying to lie it's never gone good so you're the one to ask."

"Ask me what exactly?" Clara slowly inquired.

"Clara, be my pal...and tell me... am I a good man?"

At first Clara seemed like she knew the answer but as her mind tried coming up with a genuine answer, she realized, "I...don't know…"

"Neither do I," the Doctor turned for the console.

"I tell him he is, but apparently my word don't matter anymore," Minerva shrugged.

"You know it's not that," the Doctor threw her a look. "It's like if I were to ask Elias if I was good father - he'd say yes because he's my son...and one and a half."

"Speaking of," Liv looked around the pretty quiet console, "Where is the little munchkin?"

"On a play date with aunt Martha and cousin Eli," Minerva answered.

"And why is that?"

"Because we're going somewhere I never want my son to see."

Liv's eyes immediately flickered over to the Doctor. "Where the hell are we going?"

"Into darkness," the Doctor set the TARDIS into motion.

"Gonna need a little more than that!" Clara exclaimed, backtracking from the into the rails.

The TARDIS came into a full stop. Minerva crossed the console to where the Doctor stood, both looking grim. "We found a Dalek…" she began, making Clara freeze. "And not just any Dalek, but...a Dalek that wants to destroy...other Daleks."

Clara looked at Liv then, both matching with confused faces. "A good Dalek?" they both seemed to think of.

"There's no such thing," automatically went the Doctor.

"That's a bit inflexible, not like you," Clara blinked. "I'd almost say prejudiced."

"You've never met these creatures like we have, Clara," Minerva said, looking straight ahead as if she were in thought. "They are incapable of being kind. If time has shown us anything it's that a Dalek will always be evil."

The Doctor placed his hand over hers on the console, gently taking it to hold. "C'mon, then, Clara," he called without looking from Minerva. "Ready, darling?"

Minerva gathered her courage and met his eyes. "Absolutely."

The monent they stepped out of the TARDIS they were met by the Colonel and Journey once again.

"That was quick," remarked Journey on their little time of travel.

The Doctor took no chance to stop and strode past them with Minerva, explaining to Clara and Liv - who'd chosen to show herself to the others as well. "This is gun girl. She's got a gun, and she's a girl. This is a sort of boss one. The same one as before?"

"Yes," the Colonel flatly said.

"He's probably her uncle, but I may have made that up to pass the time. This is Clara, Liv, not our assistants, they're, er, some other word."

"Carers," Liv said, meant to be a joke.

"Yeah, my carer. They care so I don't have to," the Doctor, receiving a whack from Minerva. "Except for my wife and son." Whack! "And Clara and Liv."

Minerva inwardly sighed and wondered how many of those she would have to give him in the future.

They re-entered the room where the Dalek was being contained in. "Doc...tor…" went the Dalek as soon as the Doctor was in range.

"Hello again," the Doctor sighed.

"Will you...help me?"

"Will you?" Clara whispered to the Time Lord.

"A Dalek so damaged, it's turned good," the Doctor said, still unable to believe it as the words left his mouth. "Morality as malfunction. How do I resist?"

"So what's the protocol for a Dalek with morals?" asked Liv who was inching near the Dalek.

"We get into its head?"

"And how exactly do you do that?"

"It wasn't a metaphor," Minerva sarcastically smiled, making Liv's eyes widened just as Clara's did.

Five minutes later, Journey was in front of the group explaining how the moleculon nanoscaler to Clara and Liv directly. She was holding a bracelet which she would soon put on the women.

"These are nanocontrollers. Once we're miniaturised, they take over the molecular compression. When the mission's over, hit the button. Are you sure you understand?"

Clara watched Journey put the bracelet on her with uncertainty, but she wasn't going to admit that soon. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because this is a dangerous mission and you look like a school teacher."

Clara frowned. "I am a school teacher."

"What was your name?" Liv asked watched attentively as Journey finished strapping the bracelet on Clara. She herself wasn't going due to the fact her ability to touch wasn't durable. If the bracelet were to fall off she could start to regrow inside the Dalek, or worse.

"Journey Blue."

"Blue?" asked Clara.

"Blue, yes. Problem?"

"No, er...I just met a soldier called Pink," Clara said, without noticing she was once again smiling.

"Lucky fella…"

"Lucky?"

"From the way you smile."

Clara's smile vanished from embarrassment. "So, er, who makes you smile or is nobody up to the job?"

"My brother," Journey finished with the bracelet on Liv, "But he burned to death a couple of hours ago, so he's really letting me down today. Excuse me."

"And what are those for?" the Doctor saw soldiers coming into the room. "I don't need armed babysitters!"

"We're not baby-sitters," one of the soldiers, a woman named Gretchen, snapped.

"We're here to shoot you dead, if you turn out to be a Dalek spy," added another soldier, Ross.

"Well, that's a relief. I hate babysitters," the Doctor shook his head but then added, "They're useful for when we want a moment alone…" and he glanced at Minerva with a small smirk. She smiled knowingly down at the floor.

"OK, listen up," Journey walked over to them. "Now, remember, do not hold your breath when the nanoscaler engages. You'll feel like you want to, but you must keep breathing normally during the miniaturisation process."

"...why?" Clara dared to ask, slowly moving for the Doctor and Minerva.

"Ever microwaved a lasagna without pricking the film on top?" asked the Doctor, hoping to make a good comparison.

Clara understood fast. "It explodes?"

"Don't be lasagna."

"C'mon children," Minerva said, taking Clara's hand and the Doctor's. They were led into the nanoscaler machine that had to clear benches.

"Nanoscaler engaging in five... four...three...two…" the Colonel, along with Liv, stood by the machinery that controlled the Nanoscaler, "Nanoscaler engaging...now. Nanoscaling in progress."

"Clara, breathe," Liv instructed from her spot, making everyone inside the machine look at Clara. Minerva silently stared at Clara while thinking about both 'Oswalds'.

The cylinder that was the Nanoscaler shrunk to a size where it was almost impossible to see for the human eye.

"Nanoscaling successful. Everyone OK in there?" called the Colonel through the comms. installed in the earpods.

"We made it," responded Journey, "Nobody popped."

"Mm, now I kinda want popcorn," Minerva mused to the Doctor.

"Is that craving?" teased Clara from across. "Is Elias about to get a new sibling?"

"Not funny," Minerva scolded, although it was impossible to be serious when both she and the Doctor were shifting uncomfortably in their spots.

They almost missed the fact they were being carried towards the Dalek.

Almost.

They were injected into the Dalek's eyestalk and soon their entire environment was turned blue. As each member stepped out of the nanoscaler, they felt like the air around them had been sucked out and turned into gravity. They breathed normally, but their speed had peculiarly slowed down. The membrane of the Dalek eye had them going for a couple minutes until they touched Dalek floor.

"That was...weird," Clara sucked in a breath after touching floor herself.

"You've seen nothing yet," Minerva muttered as she walked past Clara, eyes frantically taking in every aspect she could see.

"What are the lights?" Clara pointed at the slow moving lights that began from the eystalk and went down the corridor.

"Visual impulses travelling towards the brain," the Doctor said passively.

"Beautiful."

Minerva threw the brunette a look. This was most certainly not beautiful. In fact, this was probably the ugliest, darkest place one could be at.

"Welcome to the most dangerous place in the universe," the Doctor said quietly, almost summarizing Minerva's thoughts out loud. He could feel her nervousness and a good amount of fear radiating.

Entering the cranial ledge, Journey led the group with a weapon out in case anything happened to pop out. "Here," she called to when she thought it was safe.

The Doctor then stepped around her to go up to the metal-looking walls. Minerva slowly followed and met him by an edge where, below, they could both see a glowing central unit with connecting orange wires around it like a circle.

"What...is that?" Clara soon asked after she saw herself.

"Behold, the belly of the beast," the Doctor breathed in, unconsciously reaching for Minerva's hand beside him.

"It's amazing," Clara said with widened eyes.

"Clara, we need to work on your definition of 'amazing'," Minerva said.

"So how big is it - that living part - compared to us, right now?" Clara asked the two aliens beside her.

"You see all those cables?" the Doctor pointed to the orange cables below.

"Yeah."

"They're not all cables," and he gasped sarcastically afterwards, making Clara laugh.

"Does it know we're here?" asked Ross, still holding his weapon pretty tightly in his hands.

"It's what invited us in," Journey said logically to him.

The Doctor stepped back from the edge and inched closer to the wall that had bars engraved on it. "Now, this is the cortex vault, a supplementary electronic brain. Memory banks, but...more than that. This is what keeps the Dalek...pure."

"How are Daleks pure?" Gretchen raised one eyebrow.

"Daleks don't share the same perspective on the word 'pure'," Minerva said like it should have been obvious. "So quit making that face."

"Dalek mutants are born hating - this is what stokes the fire-" the Doctor pointed at the wall, "-extinguishes even the tiniest glimmer of kindness or compassion. Imagine the worst possible thing in the universe, then don't bother, because you're looking at it right now. This is evil refined as engineering."

"Doc...tor?" called the Dalek itself.

"Oh, hello, Rusty!" the Doctor looked around. "You don't mind if I call you Rusty? We need to come down there with you. Medical examination, and all that."

"What, with all those tentacles and things?!" exclaimed Gretehcn, glancing at the wires just to remember what laid down.

"How close do we have to get?" Journey asked from the two aliens.

"Well, you know, we'll never insert a thermometer from up here," the Doctor said for show.

Understanding, Journey turned to Ross and nodded him to go on. He aimed his gun down and fired a metal hook that stuck on the floor. It was impossible not to hear the scream that echoed as soon as the metal made contact with the creature's floor.

"No. No, no, no, no!" the Doctor dashed for Ross. "Stop! Stop! Stop, you idiot!" But the man arrived too late as Ross shot a second hook below.

Journey pushed the Doctor, looking angry for his imprudence. "We need a way down, the only way…"

"You are forgetting this is a Dalek!" Minerva spoke loud enough to cut through everyone's shouting and commotion. "As much as I hate saying it - while it is an evil ugly creature - it is technically alive."

"So what happens after you hurt the body?" the Doctor hoped the humans would get the memo now.

Clara gasped first as she realized it. "Oh, God!"

The group began to hear a nearing droning sound from the other end of the corridor. The Doctor backtracked and took Minerva's hand, moving her behind a pillar at the wall.

"Antibodies?" guessed Clara, now feeling pretty afraid.

"Dalek antibodies!" clarified the Doctor, only adding on to her level of fear.

~ 0 ~

From outside, while Liv couldn't hear them, she felt an unexpected surge of fear inside her. She was sure it wasn't her - Daleks couldn't exactly hurt her yet here she was.

~ 0 ~

Floating metal spheres that looked more like eyes reached the group, immediately surrounding Ross.

"Nobody move!" the Doctor ordered "Any attempt to help him, or attack those things, will identify you as a secondary source of infection. Stay still!"

"But the Dalek wants us in here," whispered Clara, "Why is it attacking?"

"Clara, you can't exactly control your antibodies can you?" Minerva made a face, making Clara realize it was of course right.

"Ross, stay calm, we're going to get you out of this," Journey wanted to move but for the moment couldn't really think of a way to help her comrade.

"Can you?" whispered Clara again, but this time only for the Doctor and Minerva to hear. Neither alien looked back at her.

"Ross," called the Doctor, now holding a sorta green pill in his hand, "swallow that!"

Ross caught the tossed pill. "What is it?"

"Trust me."

Ross swallowed the pill. "Now what?" One of the antibodies shot him with a white light, proving to be painful as he screamed until his body was disintegrated.

"ROSS!" cried Journey, in tears already.

"What's it doing!?" Clara watched attentively as a second antibody cleaned up the remains of Ross.

"The hoovering. Gotcha!" the Doctor focused more on his sonic screwdriver in hand.

"What did you give him?" Clara inquired then, suddenly remembering the strange pill.

"Oh, just a spare power cell. I can track the radiation signature! I need to know where they dump the bodies."

Journey was then infuriated. "I thought you were saving him!"

"He was dead, I'm sorry," Minerva spoke up, swallowing hard. "When have antibodies ever made a stop on anyone?"

The Doctor didn't let them discuss further. He grabbed his wife's hand with his free one and ordered the others to run. The antibodies rushed after them, but the group was heading for the signal in hopes of an escape.

They came to a stop in front of a large circular hole that was actually a pipe. "They've dumped him in here - organic refuse disposal," the Doctor lowered his sonic. "We need to get in there."

"Why?" Clara looked in-between him and Journey and Gretchen, the latters firing upon the antibodies.

"They won't give up till we're there, I'm afraid," Minerva sucked in a breath. "I'd like to go down alive than dead - I've got a son to pick up in four hours."

"But you don't know where it goes," Clara tried to argue, but even she had to admit that wherever the pipe led to was more favorable than up there.

"Of course I do," Minerva frowned. "It gets us away from here!"

"Now in! In! In!" the Doctor ushered Clara into the pipe first. They heard her echoing screams as she went down. "Now you, darling," he moved Minerva closer.

"Better be down in one minute, Martian," she warned, even holding one index finger to show the amount she was talking about.

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded and helped her down into the pipe.

As each person slid down they came crashing into slimy, green liquid. Minerva sat upright and lifted her arms with her still-long hair now covered in said liquid.

"What is this stuff?" Clara was trying her best not to throw up there and then.

Minerva was about to answer when more of them came down. She yelped as liquid was splashed onto her face.

"Do I still want to know what is this stuff?" Clara gagged as she saw Minerva spitting some of the liquid out from her mouth.

"It's people," the Doctor answered without a care. He moved over to help Minerva get on her feet. "The Daleks need protein. Occasionally, they harvest from their victims. This is a feeding tube."

With widened, horrified eyes, Journey grabbed liquid and let it slip through her fingers. "Is...Ross here?"

"Yeah, top layer, if you want to say a few words," the Doctor distractedly said, inducing Journey into another rage fit.

She stalked towards the Doctor, pushing him against a wall. "A man has just died, you will not talk like that!"

"A lot of people have died!" the Doctor clarified. "Everything in here is dead, and do you know why that's good?"

"There is nothing good about that!"

"Nothing is alive in here, so, logically, this is the weakest spot in the Dalek's internal security."

"Let go of my husband, please, I don't feel like arguing," Minerva looked to the side.

Journey did as told and backed away. The Doctor moved off the wall and led Minerva to an opening that apparently would lead through a corridor.

"They'll get us out of here," Clara assured Journey and Gretchen. "The difficult part is not killing him before he can - or getting killed by her-" she nodded towards Minerva, "-for wanting to kill him."

The Doctor rmoved the grate that blocked their way and set it on the side. "Bolt hole. Actually, a hole for a bolt. Does nobody get that?"

"Let's just go dear," Minerva patted his arm. "I want a shower."

"Yeah, you do need one," the Doctor sniffed and went first, missing Minerva's glare on him.

"Though she might kill him first," Clara added to Journey and Gretchen as they went after the two.

The next tube they had to go through proved to be a bit more of a challenge as it gradually felt like it was shrinking.

"Are you OK back there?' the Doctor called back to Clara, assuming she would be having more trouble than Minerva despite the fact Minerva was still taller than Clara. "It's a bit narrow, isn't it?"

Clara looked at the indeed narrow tube she hoped to God they would be getting through fast. "Any remarks about my hips will not be appreciated."

"Och, your hips are fine, you're built like a man!"

"Doctor!" Minerva exclaimed, groaning with such tiredness of these comments.

"I haven't said anything!"

Minerva just let it go. The Doctor climbed out of the tube first then went back to help Minerva and the rest.

"What's that noise?" the Doctor asked after helping Gretchen out. "Are you wearing a Geiger counter?"

"Standard battle equipment. That's just low level radiation."

The Doctor eyed her a moment before taking lead again. "But stronger down here, for some reason. Gimme!"

Gretchen handed over the Geiger counter, eyeing him oddly. The Doctor took it without so much of a 'thanks' and then walked ahead.

"I've got it!" he cried after a minute. "I know what's wrong with Rusty."

"OK, that's good," Clara blurted then thought for a moment and glanced at Minerva. "Is that good?"

"Let's find out," the dark-haired alien responded. "Dear?"

"Yes, darling," he turned back for them. "Well, you know how I said this was the most dangerous place in the universe? I was wrong. It's way more dangerous than that."

Clara concluded silently she should not have asked.

"Old Rusty here is suffering a trionic radiation leak," he motioned everyone to follow him. "It's poisoning the Dalek and us. Just as well we're here."

"Really?" frowned Journey, glancing at long corridor they were walking through. "Perhaps we should get out while we can. Why should we trust a Dalek? Why would it change?"

"Good question," praised Minerva.

"Rusty? What changed you?" the Doctor called up to the Dalek that, unbeknownst to them, was watching all of them.

"I saw beauty."

"You saw what?"

"In the silence and the cold. I saw worlds burning."

"That's not beauty," Minerva snapped. "That is destruction."

"I saw more."

"Oh, please," she scoffed, "Do go on."

"The birth of a star."

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Stars get born every day. You've seen a million stars born, so what?"

"Daleks have destroyed a million stars."

"Oh, millions and millions. Trust me, we take count," the Doctor sighed.

"And, yet, new stars are born."

"Every time," Minerva waved a hand.

"Resistance is futile."

"Resistance to what?" the Doctor grew tired of this obscurity.

"Life returns. Life prevails. Resistance is futile."

Minerva blinked, momentarily shocked. "So...you saw a star being born and you learned something...I must be dreaming." The Doctor could not agree more.

Eventually, they came into a different room where radiation levels were off the rocket. The room was full of sparking cables and whatnot, followed by an eerie golden light.

"We're at the heart of the Dalek," the Doctor said.

"What heart?" asked Minerva, being sarcastic.

"Geiger counter's off the scale," Journey was reading off her own geiger device. "Looks like it's about to blow."

"Good," said the Doctor who started walking ahead.

Journey threw him a dirty look. "How is that good?"

"I like a bit of pressure. Rusty? Can you hear me?"

"Doctor?"

"Rusty! We've found the damage." And true to his word, the Doctor had stepped in front of a large crack on a wall, mildly reminding him of the Pond era with universe cracks. "I'm sealing up the breach in your power cell." He took out his sonic and used it to seal the crack. "No more radiation poisoning, good as new. There. Job done."

Clara raised eyebrow, looking around faintly. "That's it?" she asked, unable to believe it was going to be this easy. "Just like that?"

"An anti-climax once in awhile is good for my hearts," the Doctor said, taking hold of Minerva's hand. "And good for my wife's fear."

"Fear?" she nervously chuckled. "Who says I'm scared?"

The Doctor patted her hand, smiling warmly at her. "Just hang on, darling, we're almost gone." Minerva nodded. "Rusty? How do you feel? Rusty? Rusty? Rusty…"

"The malfunction is corrected," went the Dalek.

But a large spark exploded, causing the group to back away from the walls, seemed to say otherwise.

"What's happened!?" Journey frantically called.

"Not entirely sure," the Doctor admitted, now gripping Minerva's hand.

"It's like it's waking up!"

"Rusty, come on, talk to me, what's going on?" the Doctor called, and loudly, as there was more explosions going on.

"The malfunction is corrected. All systems are functioning."

Minerva's heart lurched inside her chest. "But if all systems are functioning…"

"Weapons charged."

"Oh, no, no, no…" the Doctor crazily looked around.

"Exterminate!"

~ 0 ~

Inside the lab, Liv screamed as the Dalek broke out from its cell. She made herself visible to no one and backtracked to a wall. 'Rusty' didn't waste time in moving to attack the soldiers inside the room.

She knew she was useless even as the Dalek progressed and moved to the desk where it proceeded to send some sort of singal to the Dalek ship fleet. Clara was Liv's landline to the living - but it was not enough to grant her enough abilities to help the humans.

~ 0 ~

Inside the Dalek, everything was grim...and confusing.

"Doctor, what happened?" Clara stepped to where the Time Lord and Moontsay were.

"Do you see?" the Doctor answered with another question.

"Do I see what?" Clara frowned.

"Daleks don't turn good. It was just radiation affecting its brain chemistry, nothing more than that. No miracle."

Journey tilted her head for a second, processing his words. "Let me get this straight - we had a good Dalek, and we made it bad again? That's all we've done?"

"There was never a good Dalek," Minerva clarified. "There was a broken Dalek and it's beem repaired."

This made no difference for Journey. "You were supposed to be helping us!"

"How the hell are we supposed fix something that's not meant to be fixed!?" Minerva surprised them all by practically yelling. "It's a damn Dalek - what the hell did you all expect!?"

"No more talking, you are done!" Journey pointed at her then stormed away with Gretchen. "OK, new objective. We are taking this Dalek down."

The Doctor noticed Clara staring at him and Minerva with some akin to disbelief. "What's that look for?"

"It's a look that forewarns I wanna slap both of you!" she half-shouted as well, earning herself a very deep glare from Minerva.

"Excuse me?" the dark-haired asked.

"Are we going to die in here? I mean, there's a little bit of you that's pleased-

"I'm not pleased!" Minerva exclaimed, but Clara went on.

"The Daleks are evil after all. Everything makes sense. The Doctor and Minerva are right!"

"Clara Oswald you better take two steps back before I slap you!" Minerva snapped. "You don't get to judge me - nor my husband. I watched as these horrible creatures murdered my parents! After witnessing that it's a bit hard to believe that these things could ever have an inch of kindness in them."

The Doctor sighed and gently brought Minerva to his side. "Daleks are evil, Clara, irreversibly so, that's what we just learned!"

Clara took in a deep breath, collecting her words before they delve into another argument. "I can understand that our perspectives differ," she said, successfully keeping herself calm, "because I have not seen what you've seen-" she gestured to Minerva, "-but this is not what we learned today."

"We need to place the charges for maximum effect," Journey returned with Gretchen. "I'm scanning the architecture."

"I wasn't finished," Clara held a finger to her, but Grecthen followed Journey around as they placed charges in different areas. "Why did we come here today? What was the point?" Journey sighed, clearly annoyed by what she thought was a waste of time. Clara then glanced at the Doctor. "You... You thought there was a good Dalek. What difference would one good Dalek make?"

"All the difference in the universe, but it's impossible," he looked away.

"But is that a fact?" Clara gestured with her hands. "Is that really what we've learned today? Think about it! Is that what we've learned?"

In this moment, they missed Journey being contacted by her uncle - asking her to do the worst.

"You should tutor aliens on the side," Minerva whispered, cracking a bit of a smile.

Clara grinned. "They wouldn't be able to afford me."

The Doctor dashed for Journey who had the last charge placed and the controller in her hands. "Whatever you're going to do, don't do it! This Dalek must not be destroyed, we can do better!"

"Are you out of your mind!?" Journey frowned.

"Did you miss the part where we got into the Dalek?" asked Minerva. "We have a chance, and it's never going to come again."

"What chance? I have my orders!"

"Well I'm a Queen and these are your orders - stand down."

"A Dalek is a better soldier than you will ever be. You can't win this way," the Doctor thought to add.

Journey growled and let the detonator go. "Fine! So what do we do?!"

"Something better," the Doctor promised. With a loud call he told everyone to follow him out of the room. They would have to climb the wall leading to a recess that showed the upper levels of the Dalek. "The Dalek isn't just some angry blob in a Dalekanium tank. If it was, the radiation would have turned it into a raging lunatic."

Journey scoffed. "It is a raging lunatic, it's a Dalek."

"But, for a moment, it wasn't," the Doctor pointed at her. "The radiation allowed it to expand its consciousness, to consider things beyond its natural terms of reference. It became good. That means a good Dalek is possible. That's what we learned today. Am I right, teach?"

Clara laughed. "Top of the class."

"But now it's back to how it was," Journey said, failing to see how this could get any better.

"But what it saw - that star - and how it felt are all still there," Minerva said, adding afterwards, "...really deep inside."

"Yeah, I'm not really seeing that."

"Not here. There!" the Doctor pointed upwards.

"You mean in the cortex vault?"

"Every memory recorded," Minerva reminded. "Some suppressed, but all still intact theoretically."

"We need to show the Dalek that star being born again," the Doctor explained. "Recreate that moment."

"And how do we do that?"

"We need to reawaken the memory, basically," Minerva straightened up. "And I'll do it."

"What?" the Doctor immediately frowned.

"They wouldn't know how to do it anyways," Minerva gestured to the other women. "I'm Clever Girl for a reason remember?"

"Yes but-"

Minerva planted a finger on his lips. "I'm going, let's not waste anymore time discussing this."

"So…" the Doctor began, still overly unsure of this idea, "...the Dalek will be suggestible to new ideas. It will be open again. And I will show it something that will change its mind forever!"

"What?" Journey made eyes on him

"Not a clue!"

Journey rolled her eyes at his lack of seriousness. " But this is crazy. There's no way we can get back up there in time!" she flailed a hand upwards to the levels.

"Yes, there is," Gretchen declared, suddenly taking aim with her grappling hook gun.

"No, Gretchen!" Journey's eyes widened. "It'll bring the antibodies down on us."

But Gretchen gave her a look that said she didn't care. "Tell me the truth," she looked at Clara. "Is he mad, or is he right? I've come this far. Probably going to die anyway. Wouldn't mind something to do for the rest of my life. Is he mad, or is he right?"

Clara put a hand a hand on her head, "Hand on my heart...most days he's both."

Gretchen nodded and turned to the Doctor. "One question, then. Is this worth it?"

The Doctor stepped forwards. "If I can turn one Dalek, I can turn them all. We could save the future."

Gretchen took in a deep breath. "Gretchen Alison Carlisle. Do something good and name it after me."

"We will do something amazing, I promise."

"Damn well better," Gretchen said before firing the grappling hook.

"No, Gretchen!" Journey still cried but it was far too late. They could hear the antibodies coming for them.

"Go!" Gretchen shouted.

Journey angrily went to establish some sort of device that would allow them all to be pulled up via the rope. Minerva took Clara's hand and slapped it onto said device.

"Don't look down," she advised the brunette before they were all zoomed upwards.

The Doctor hurriedly left the room as well, leaving Gretchen to fight off the antibodies. In the end, however, she was killed just like Ross.

Suddenly, Gretchen re-opened her eyes and found herself sitting at an elegant table with another woman - Missy - inside a brightly lit room full of various meals.

"Don't worry dear, it's all over now," Missy smiled widely. "All the darkness has gone away now - including the rude Moontsay and Time Lord. They keep surprising me honestly, but that's not the point here." She grabbed a teapot from the table and gestured Gretchen if she wanted some. "I'm Missy. Welcome to Heaven."

~ 0 ~

Minerva led Clara and Journey down the hallway they had originally come through and stopped when they reached the panels.

"So what do we do?" asked Journey, slightly out of breath.

"Clever thing, didn't I say this?" Minerva answered distractedly while examining the panels.

"Look," Clara neared some panels that were colored yellow unlike the brightly white ones above, "Some of the lights are out."

"Could be because it's a damaged Dalek…" Journey reminded.

"No, hold on," Minerva squatted down in front of the darker panels. "Remember, this is a memory bank and some of the memories are suppressed."

"So what if the dark spots are hidden memories?" Clara eagerly asked. "What if one of those is the Dalek seeing a star?"

Journey couldn't believe she was hearing suppositions instead of cold facts. "Seriously?!"

"It's this or wait to be killed - take a pick," Minerva shrugged. She tried pulling the panels and found it came off easily. "Clara, you're in charge."

"What!?" Clara made a face as she watched Minerva crawl inside the opening.

"Meaning, really, just watch out for antibodies."

"Oh, okay," Clara still felt not an ounce better. "How do I do that!?"

Minerva was already crawling through large wires and pipes but could still perfectly hear Clara. "I've no idea!"

Clara wasn't surprised but not happy either.

"I'm in the cortex!" Minerva shouted after a couple of seconds. She slammed a hand over the live wires, intending on turning those repressed memories on, but also received a shock and fell back.

Journey and Clara saw some of the panels flicker back to life, proving the theory right.

Clara leaned into the open panel and called to Minerva. "Are you okay, Minerva?"

Minerva was collecting herself inside and took a deep breath before answering. "Yeah. I think there was some sort of energy charge."

"You got the first lights on, though!"

"Of course, it's a brain," Minerva slowly looked at her surroundings, letting the pieces fall together. "Brains work with electrical pathways linking up memories!"

"So it's working right?" Clara dared to ask for a confirmation.

"Oh it's working alright!" Minerva laughed and continued crawling.

Journey began seeing the antibodies getting closer to them and couldn't help panic a little. "You'd better get a move on, there's company coming!" She took aim at the closest and began shooting.

Clara flinched with each fire. She leaned closer to the panels again and shouted, "I don't mean to push, Minerva, but if you could really hurry up!"

Minerva was crawling over larger tubes and coils now, excitedly searching for the missing memory. "Show me a star, Rusty!" She slapped a hand on the panel, ignoring the spark of electricity she got afterwards.

"Minerva!?" Clara nervously called as she the antibodies growing in numbers. Journey would only be able to fight them off for so long.

"Almost done! One more to go!" Minerva assured as she neared the last panel. She slammed her hand over it and instantaneously the antibodies' lights went out like a light bulb.

Clara beamed. "Minerva, you did it! It's rebooting. The antibodies have reset!" True, the antibodies' gathered light one more time then left.

Minerva released a large breath and let her head hang for a moment. Hopefully now the Doctor would come up with something clever to stop the Dalek.

If Minerva knew the Doctor had merged his mind with the Dalek's she probably would've been furious. He intended on showing the Dalek more galaxies being born, but in the end the only thing the Dalek took out from it was the utter hatred the Doctor had for Daleks.

And so, Rusty ventured to exterminate the Daleks invading the building...successfully.

~0~

After Minerva, the Doctor, Clara and Journey returned from their 'trip', they took good notice of all the destruction the Daleks - including Rusty - set forth on the building.

"Clara!" Liv rushed towards her landline and encased Clara in a big hug. At the same time, Journey went to greet her uncle.

"I have transmitted a retreat signal," declared the now-neutralized Rusty. "The Daleks will believe the humans have initiated the ship's self-destruct."

Clara pulled away from Liv to look at the Dalek. "What about you, Rusty?"

"I must go with them."

"Of course you must," the Doctor muttered. "You've unfinished work, haven't you?"

"Victory is yours. But it does not please you."

"You looked inside me and you saw hatred. That's not victory. Victory would have been a good Dalek."

"I am not a good Dalek. You are a good Dalek."

Minerva latched her arm around the Doctor's, leaning closer to him, and watched as the Dalek took leave. Neither felt they had anything left in the place and so as soon as Rusty was out of sight, they headed for the doors leading back to the TARDIS

"Till the next time," the Doctor barely said in an audible tone.

Journey blinked at that uncordial goodbye. "Are they leaving? Aren't they going to say goodbye?"

"I think that was it," Clara admitted and walked to the door where the aliens had gone through seconds earlier. She peered through the window and saw them long gone. "Yep, that was it. Sorry, got to run!"

Liv wiggled her fingers at the rest and disappeared.

"We have to pick up Elias," Minerva said to the Doctor as they neared the TARDIS.

"Doctor! Minerva!" Journey called for them and when they glanced back they saw her running towards them. "Doctor! Take me with you."

The Doctor looked down at Minerva for a second before going up to Journey. "I think you're probably nice. Underneath it all, I think you're kind and you're definitely brave. I just wish you hadn't been a soldier."

Minerva waited for the Doctor to get inside the TARDIS then glanced at Journey. "Do me a favor, and get yourself out of this place. Visit a planet. Something." She gave a small smile and followed into the TARDIS.

~0~

After a shower - for everyone - Clara made a hasty retreat into the console room wearing a red and black plaid coat over a red sweater and black skirt with matching tights and shoes. "How do I look!?"

The Doctor was boredly leaning on the console when he took notice of her. "Sort of short and round-ish, but with a good personality, which is the main thing."

"Doctor," Minerva scolded, holding Elias as she came down the staircase from the gallery. "She meant her clothes. They're different."

"Oh, good for you," the Doctor yet again looked at Clara, "Still making an effort."

"Oh for goodness' sake," Minerva mumbled and set Elias on the floor.

Elias giggled and ran - or wobbled - towards Clara. "Ca-yah!" He was holding a little sunflower in his hand, courtesy of Martha Jones' backyard garden.

"What do you have there, El?" Clara bent down in front of the toddler.

"Dere!" Elias held the sunflower to Clara's head.

Liv appeared and laughed. "Where'd you get that from?"

"Yeah, Martha's not happy about this one and Eli picking out flowers from the garden…" Minerva briefly explained, causing the other two women to laugh.

Clara took the sunflower and positioned it behind her ear. "Thank you, El. How does it look?"

"Boo!" Elias giggled and ran away, coming up to Minerva's arms. He covered his mouth and continued to giggle.

"Thanks," Clara sarcastically said, even rolling her eyes.

"OK, right, you're back in your cupboard, 30 seconds after you left," the Doctor said to Clara.

"When will I see you again?" Clara asked while heading for the doors.

"Oh, soon, I expect. Or later," the Doctor said in thought. "One of those."

"All I'm saying us that kid over there better still be one and a half when I come back," Clara jokingly warned and opened one of the doors. She paused and stared at the Doctor for a long moment, feeling the urge to answer his original question. But, she saw him getting distracted by Elias and Minerva and couldn't bring herself to interrupt. She left without saying a word.

"I don't know," Liv found herself blurting, causing the three aliens to stop and look at her.

"I'm sorry?" Minerva frowned.

Liv seemed clearly confused but she ventured to say what was so suddenly flashing in her mind. "The Doctor asked if he was a good man and the answer is...I don't know. But I think you try to be and I think that's probably the point."

The Doctor was surprised to hear this coming from her but nonetheless accepted her opinion. At least he believed it to be her opinion she was expressing.

"I'm sorry," Liv put some fingers over her mouth, eyes on the side as she tried to understand what had happened. "I don't...I don't know why I said that…"

"Liv…" Minerva said, but the blonde shook her head and disappeared. This wasn't the first time Liv felt emotions she was certain didn't belong to her. Minerva didn't understand where they came from...but she wasn't going to let it slide any longer.


Author's Note:

This was always a creepy little episode to me not gonna lie. But, here we have the beginnings of 12! We start seeing the little differences especially because I always see 12 being just a tad ruder than his previous incarnation. Like, he doesn't mean to be rude he's just being honest and because Minerva has always had incarnations that do care about being rude or not...they're gonna clash more than ever. But...it does get interesting and I'll explain once we hit that part ;).

13TH DOCTOR SPOILER WARNING: If you've seen who is our 13th Doctor then I suppose you're all in shock as am I xD. In honesty, I preferred a male Doctor but Jodie really seems to already be nailing the Doctor role in her trailer so I'm more than definitely giving her the chance she deserves. Doctor Who has always been about change and, lets be honest, it's going to be pretty freaking interesting how they'll introduce her! However, in regards to fanfics, that would now mean that either I change my OCs into males during Jodie's period or I leave them be. Thoughts in general? I'd love to see what you guys think about all this! Just, please, be respectful of other's opinions. You are definitely allowed to prefer a male doctor, as well as prefer a female doctor, but you are NOT allowed to bash on others for it.

For Reviews:

Thank you so much! As for the Missy/Minerva action, they'll definitely have their moments but I think it would be better to leave them for the end. Though nothing is set in stone as I always go back and edit some things before I publish so who knows! Thank you and have a nice day too!

I'm excited to show 12 because there's a little evolution for both him & Minerva that I think could only be shown at this incarnation stage. You'll see what I mean further down the story! Oh, their moments in the finale will be quite interesting ;)

Thank you! If you mean like strictly-canon Doctor from TV I think they would clash so much lmao. Because, as I've said, Minerva is sort of more level-headed and conscious of what she says whereas the Doctor (whether it's 9/10/11/12) don't really care. I especially see her clashing more with 9 and 12 because, from my perspective, I feel like they're the two new who incarnations that are more honest-blunt. Does that make sense lol? I hope it did xD


That's it for now lol. Next chapter we have Robin Hood with a little twist...and the title cover will definitely be up next time I update (in 2 weeks!). Leave a comment if you'd like!