The Age of Steel & Aliens Chapter 2: The Great Escape, a doctor who fanfic

"Today, we are here to discuss matters pertaining to the ongoing war between the race I am leader of: the Cybermen, and the race you are leader of, Davros: the Daleks. Please keep in mind that this is a peaceful matter, and no fighting between our two races will be tolerated."

Davros nodded in agreement from across the table.

"Now, onto the business at hand," the Detective said. "The Daleks have the right to claim the two new prisoners, as a result of our agreement: now…what are you planning to do with them? Or have you already dealt with them? I seem to remember a Dalek pointing an energy weapon at the male prisoner. Odd, but I guess you didn't wish for him to speak to me.

"Anyway, as you know, it is required that you either set them free or kill them. It was not lawful of you to find a supplier of extra troops, ones that were especially created for this conflict, but we will overlook it if you kill them or transport them elsewhere. Please inform the council gathered here today of your decision."

Detective, we arrived at a conclusion. They should be imprisoned, then killed. They are to be exterminated.

The Detective nodded, causing his sunglasses to bob up, then down. He gripped his cane tightly. "As of tomorrow morning, this treaty will be null and void. The war begins…anew." He sighed, as if pained, then stood. "Come, Cybermen. We have much to prepare."

The Doctor sat, disgruntled.

He had been sitting on the cold, hard floor for ages, chained to a ceramic wall, which made a very bad surface for leaning against, and he could not stand being uncomfortable for another second.

Without looking at them, he called to the Daleks, "Can we go now?"

Rose rustled her chains, clinking them against one another. "Now would be a good time, Daleks. When the Doctor gets mad…he becomes very unreasonable. When he figures out how to get out of this prison cell, he will come at you with a vengeance. I'm not sure even I could handle him."

The Daleks allowed, We have heard the stories. However, the Doctor has always escaped from aliens with inferior intellect. We, the Daleks, have a superior one. He will never escape.

FLASHBACK

The Detective stepped out of his TARDIS right in the middle of its transformation. Not stopping to see the chameleon circuit work its science, the Detective immediately walked away, leaving his blonde friend trailing behind. She asked him shyly, "Detective?"

"What?"

"Where are we going? I thought we were going to disable the other TARDIS."

The Detective shook his head at her ignorance.

"Oh. That's what we're doing, isn't it?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

"Well, let's get on with it, then. No need to look at me like I am not the sharpest knife on the drawer. The thing is, you are so smart, you forget that I'm human."

The Detective tried to crack a smile in an act of sheepishness. "I'm sorry."

"How are we going to- "

"We are going to the London of the Doctor," the Detective answered, "and locate the house of a certain Jackie Tyler. The radar in the TARDIS has confirmed an energy source in this direction, so we should find the other time machine. It will look like a police box."

They walked for a while, past buildings that were whole and new, over ground that wasn't covered in the slimy slag they were used to in their own timeline. The girl kept shaking her head in amazement.

The Detective mumbled.

The girl leaned forward, asking, "What?"

Without looking back, he explained, "We should have found it already. We have just passed the house of Ms. Tyler…"

"What about that?" The girl said, pointing.

"Hmm?" The Detective glanced down the alleyway that his friend was pointing at, seeing garbage bags bursting with trash, cans and beer bottles littering the floor, graffiti on the walls, and a conspicuous police box. "Brilliant." The Detective smiled.

Standing by the TARDIS, the Detective grasped the door handle. It glowed at his touch. He pulled, and it swung open.

The girl gasped. "How did you do that? I thought this was the Doctor's."

The Detective only walked inside. Motioning to the girl to make no more sounds, he crouched low and crept forward. The Dalek was chained to a railing inside the Doctor's TARDIS with multiple chains and padlocks, all glistening new, with its back to them. It made no move to free itself.

The Detective slipped his Psionic Screwdriver out of his coat pocket, pointed it at the Dalek, and pressed the button, enveloping a tiny inch of the metallic alien in a blue light. Should put this Dalek out of commission long enough for me to fix it.

"What'd you doing?"

The Detective did not respond. He knelt by the Dalek and opened it up. A complex double circuit board with a spacedrive, eh? This might take long. Alright. So I need its energy weapon to work. According to the Daleks who witnessed the Doctor's arrival, this Dalek's death ray did not work, which resulted in it being killed and in the Doctor being brought to the prison instead of being killed immediately…

The Detective went slowly, carefully aiming the Psionic Screwdriver at minutely different circuits, reprograming the Dalek to focus on murdering the Doctor right away. For some reason, the Dalek hadn't tried to kill the Doctor on the TARDIS, it had attempted to when they landed. The Detective wished to change that. At last, his work was done. The Dalek was beginning to activate, so the girl and the Detective left. They jogged up to their own TARDIS and traveled forward in time again.

FLASHFORWARD

The Detective stepped out of his TARDIS right in the middle of its transformation. Stopping to wait for his friend, he said to her, "Once the meeting discussing the treaty starts, our behavior must be identical to our behavior before we went back in time. This is akin to a controlled experiment – all the factors are the same except one, which allows us to reach a conclusion over what happened and whether we succeeded. Remember, okay?"

She nodded in agreement. They walked into the building.

Davros nodded in agreement from across the table.

Detective, we arrived at a conclusion. They should be imprisoned, then killed. They are to be exterminated.

The Detective nodded, causing his sunglasses to bob up, then down. He gripped his cane tightly. His face was sweating. What happened? The Detective thought. Remembering himself, he continued, "As of tomorrow morning, this treaty will be null and void. The war begins…anew." He sighed, as if pained, then stood. "Come, Cybermen. We have much to prepare." The Detective stood up, and all around the table, the Cybermen mimicked his motion. The Detective walked outside to his ship, the TARDIS, got inside, relayed the planned destination, and flicked a couple of switches. The TARDIS powered up, then was off.

"What happened?" the girl yelled at the Detective anxiously. "Why didn't the peace talks change? We all did the exact same things, so does that mean the Doctor is still alive?"

The Detective smiled grimly. "It means that this just got more interesting."

The Doctor was bored. Painstakingly, realistically, downtroddenly, bored. There were few words that could describe the acute agony the Time Lord faced at having to spend most of his time in a cell when he could be flying across the galaxy through time and space – or, better yet, finding out exactly what was going on. There seemed to be some sort of conflict going on between the Daleks and Cybermen, but as to why it was happening and what the other Time Lord had to do with it, he had no idea.

A distant clang sounded.

The Daleks all swarmed to the only door in the prison compound, all except one.

"So," the Doctor said, "Are you my bodyguard or something?"

The Dalek said nothing. It turned its back on the Doctor.

"Then that's too bad."

Quick as a flash, the Doctor pointed his Sonic Screwdriver at the Dalek, programmed it to open the door, and then deactivated the Dalek once the prison cell door was ajar. He smiled at Rose, a huge grin that covered half of his face. "Time to go!"