Love through Time and Space

by I Love Oc's

Emily thought she was an ordinary girl who like sci-fi and aliens and everything else that went with it. Until one day, while hanging out with Rose, her life became a lot more interesting. She meets a man called the Doctor who seems to know a lot about her and apparently she jumps around his timeline. Join Emily as she meets the man in the wrong order and falls in love. (1-12/oc)

3. Genesis of the Daleks

Well, here is chapter 3. I managed to get to done earlier than I thought. I'm planning on doing a chapter a month. I'm planning on doing the episodes in random order and I have already done a list of the order. This story was inspired by the following stories:

Alexander – seer and changer of time : by bored411

Once upon another time : by Artemis Sherwood

You should check out their stories as they do an awesome job with them.

I don't own Doctor who or any of its characters. I only own Emily.

"Well, hello Emily," he said in a deep voice. I could make out some parts of him like his curly hair and long scarf due to the dust that had picked up. I had been lying down on rocks and he gave me a hand up.

"Uh, not to sound rude, but who are you?" I asked him.

"I'm the Doctor. Have you met this me yet?" the Doctor asked.

"No, sorry," I replied, sheepishly.

"Well, who were you just with?"

"Twelfth, before that, Ninth."

"Well, I'm Fourth. Come on, let's find out why we're here," he grinned at me. I smiled back and followed after him.

We didn't get too far, with me huddled next to him and him pulling his coat tighter to keep warm, when we came across someone.

"Ah. Welcome, Doctor," the figure said.

"What's going on? Don't you realise how dangerous it is to intercept a transmit beam?" the Doctor asked the figure.

"Oh come, Doctor, not with our techniques. We Time Lords transcended such simple mechanical devices when the universe was less than half its present size," said the figure, who I'm guessing is a Time Lord.

"Look, whatever I've done for you in the past, I've more than made up for. I will not tolerate this continual interference in my life."

"Continual? We pride ourselves we seldom interfere in the affairs of others."

"Except mine."

"You, Doctor, are a special case. You enjoy the freedom we allow you. In return, occasionally, not continually, we ask you to do something for us."

"I won't do it. Whatever it is, I refuse," the Doctor refused.

"Daleks."

"Daleks? Tell me more," the Doctor asked, becoming interested.

"We foresee a time when they will have destroyed all other life forms and become the dominant creatures in the universe."

"That's possible. Tell on."

"We'd like you to return to a point in time before the Daleks evolved."

"Do you mean avert their creation?"

"Or affect their genetic development so that they evolve into less aggressive creatures."

"Hmm. That's feasible."

"Alternatively, if you learn enough about their very beginnings, you might discover some inherent weakness."

"Alright, just one more time," the Doctor agreed.

"You'll do it?" the Time Lord asked.

"Yes. If you'll let me have the space time coordinates, I'll set the Tardis for Skaro."

"There is no need for that, Doctor."

"Huh?"

"You're here. This is Skaro."

"What?"

"We thought it would save time if we assumed your agreement," the Time Lord replied, arrogantly. He held up a thick gold bangle with a three ended swirl on it.

"What's this?" the Doctor asked.

"A Time Ring. It will return you to the Tardis when you're finished here. There's just one thing."

"What's that?"

"Be careful not to lose it. That Time Ring is your lifeline. Good luck, Doctor."

"Just a moment-" but the Time Lord had already vanished. "Don't just disappear! What about Sarah and Harry?"

"I'm guessing you know that, uh, Time Lord. Is that what you are as well? And who is Sarah and Harry?" I asked the Doctor.

"Yes. He's a Time Lord who is continuously interfering in my life. Yes, I'm also one as well. And Sarah and Harry are my companions," the Doctor answered.

The Doctor put the Time Ring on his left wrist and we walked off. I quickly spotted two people appear over a small ridge, a man and a woman.

"Doctor? Doctor!" the woman yelled out.

"Ah, there you are, Sarah," the Doctor called to her.

"I say, Doctor, that was a pretty rough landing. What happened?" the man asked, who I'm gonna guess is Harry.

"Yes, where are we? This isn't the beacon," added Sarah.

"No, there's been a slight change of plan," the Doctor informed. Something exploded in the distance. The Doctor instinctively ducked. "This is Skaro."

Harry looked to the sky. "What's that? Its gunfire."

"Heavy artillery," the Doctor corrected.

"Doctor, it's getting closer," Sarah pointed out.

"It's a creeping barrage. Get down!"

We all quickly ran behind the slope as the explosions are fairly close and loud. I used the Doctor's hat to help block out the noise as the others used their hands. It sort of helped. I think I heard Sarah scream or at least make some sort of noise.

"Something's annoyed them," the Doctor commented. There was a few more explosions before it stopped.

"Doctor. Doctor, look," Sarah pointed towards a man.

"Alright," the Doctor agreed.

I followed the Doctor as he went over to have a look, as did Sarah and Harry. When we got closer, I noticed that the man was wearing a gas mask. The Doctor picked up the rifle and Harry went over and quickly examined the man.

"Nothing can be done for this chap," he reported.

The Doctor looked at the weapons the man was carrying.

"That's strange. There's centuries between these two weapons," he pointed out as he looked over the ray gun that was near the man.

"What's that on his jacket?" Sarah asked, pointing at something on the man's jacket.

Harry answered her question, "Radiation detector and a gas mask. The two things don't go together, do they?"

"Part of his uniform is made from animal skins and yet the combat jacket is a modern synthetic fibre," Sarah noticed.

"It's like finding the remains of a Stone Age man with a transistor radio," the Doctor compared.

"Playing rock music," Harry added.

"A thousand year war? Civilization on the point of collapse," the Doctor theorised.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just theorising, that's all," he put down the weapons. "Come along."

"Where are we going?" Harry asked.

"Er…forward," the Doctor replied.

As we walk, we passed several dead bodies on the ground. We were in some sort of battle field, covered by rocks and dead wood. There was some smoke rising.

We continued to walk/climb over rocks when the Doctor suddenly stopped.

"Halt, don't move," he told us.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I see a land mine. We're in the middle of a minefield. Follow me and tread in my footsteps."

"Good King Wenceslas," Sarah muttered.

We started to move carefully, the Doctor in the lead, with me behind, then Harry and last, Sarah. The Doctor stopped and looked up to our left.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I thought I saw something move." We continued to walk carefully on the rocks. "I have a feeling we're being watched."

"I get that feeling, too," Sarah replied.

"I can't see anything," Harry looked.

"Neither can I," I added.

"Let's hope it's the imagination." The Doctor suddenly stopped walked and stood very stiff and still.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Harry, I'm standing on a landmine," he said slowly.

I looked down and saw that his left foot was on the landmine.

"I felt it shift. If I move my foot, it might detonate it," he continued.

"Don't move your foot," Harry commanded.

"I won't," he replied.

Harry carefully made his way past me and in front of the Doctor. He crouched down and examined the landmine.

"It's rocking," Harry told us.

"Wedge something under it, make it firm," Sarah told Harry.

"Yes, I'm trying to, Sarah,' he told her. He tried to stabilise it by putting small rocks under it. "Back up Sarah, Emily."

"You back up, too, Harry. No point in risking both our lives," the Doctor told Harry.

"No, Doctor, you'll have a better chance if I hold it firm," he responded.

"Please, Harry, don't be difficult."

"Don't you argue, Doctor." He finished stabilising the landmine. "Now…just lift your foot very, very gently."

The Doctor lifted his foot. Nothing happed. Harry stood up, looking shaken.

"Thank you, Harry," the Doctor smiled.

"My pleasure," Harry smiled with relief.

"Let's go."

In the distance, I could see a giant silver dome, through the smoke, in the distance.

"Hey, look. What do you think?" the Doctor asked.

"It's like a big bubble," Sarah answered.

"Protective dome," the Doctor corrected.

"What? Large enough to cover an entire city?" Sarah asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"Why are they fighting with old-fashioned things like barbed wire and landmines if they can build something like that?" Harry asked.

We approached what looked like trenches made of sandbags with barbed wire on top. There are dead men put in the trenches, made to look like the trench was manned.

"Even the dead have a part to play. Propped up to make the trenches appear fully manned," the Doctor pointed out.

"Different sort of uniform from that other chap's," Harry told us.

"Yes. We may have crossed the lines."

"Same mixture of ancient and modern, though," I noticed.

"Yes. That's why I think this war has being going on for a very long time. They probably started out with the most modern equipment but no longer have the resources. Have to make do," the Doctor explained.

"War of attrition, eh? Only backwards. At this rate, they're going to finish up with bows and arrows," Harry commented.

"Well, it would explain the mixture of equipment."

Sarah went off to one end of the tunnel where she found a door. "Psst."

"Be careful, Sarah," Harry whispered to her.

"It's alright. It's locked," she whispered back.

"It's pretty solid, isn't it? Some kind of service tunnel, I suppose. It might even lead into the dome," Harry thought out loud.

"Let's see where the trench leads," the Doctor suggested.

We moved away from the door. There was a projectile whistling and greenish smoke started to rise near us.

"It's a gas shell," the Doctor told us.

"Gas!" Sarah exclaimed.

"Poison gas," the Doctor identified.

Harry pointed to the dead men. "Respirators, quick."

We managed to put a mask on, the Doctor having to help me with mine. Soldiers in camouflage uniform and gas masks of their own appeared in the trench and knocked me out.

I woke up to someone pulling off my gas mask. Harry and the Doctor on the floor next to me, their masks having just been pulled off as well. There was also guns being pointed at us.

"They don't look like Thals. I wonder… there have been rumors recently that the Thals were developing robots. Anyway, stick them on the transporter. I shall alert command headquarters with General Ravon," commanded the guy in charge.

Harry, the Doctor and I sat down on the transporter vehicle with the guy in charge at the front.

"Count the ammunition and clean your weapons," he told the others.

We entered the headquarters, the three of us still shaky because of the gas. There was a man in a black uniform already in the room.

"Well?" the man asked, who I'm guessing is General Ravon.

"Three prisoners, sir, captured section 101," reported the guy who was on the transporter with us.

"For interrogation. Good. I enjoy interrogation," said Ravon.

"Yes, you look the type," the Doctor replied.

One of the soldiers hit the Doctor from behind and he fell to his knees.

"You insolent Muto," remarked Ravon, disgusted.

"Sir," the transporter guy interrupted.

"What?" Ravon asked.

"My section totally destroyed the Thal attackers except for these three. But our supply of ammunition is running low."

"Then conserve it! Ammunition is valuable and cannot be wasted."

"Yes, sir."

"For instance, when I've finished with these three animals, they'll be hanged. Not taken out and shot as in the past. And that will be all. Return to your unit." They saluted and clacked their heels. The transporter guy left.

"So…the Thals have come down to recruiting Mutos, have they?" he mocked. He waved his gun at the Doctor. Harry and I were sitting on a bench, him with head low. "Turn out your pockets."

"Certainly." He started to pull stuff out of his pockets. He puts them on the 3D model map in the centre of the room. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver, a large magnifying glass, yellow yoyo… "This might take some time." He continued to place a pair of handcuffs and a sort of orange crystal.

"Take a good look. In a few weeks we're gonna change the shape of that map forever. We'll wipe the Thals from the face of Skaro," Ravon told the Doctor.

"Yes, I've heard that before," the Doctor muttered.

"What?"

"I was just wondering how you propose to wipe the Thals from the face of Skaro with boy soldiers, no ammunition and very young generals."

"You've had one warning about your insults."

"I do beg your pardon."

"When victory is ours, we'll wipe every trace of the Thals and their city from the face of this land. We will avenge the deaths of all Kaleds who've fallen in the cause of right and justice and build a peace which will be a monument to their sacrifice. Our battle cry will be 'Total extermination of the Thals!'"

"That's very impressive. You mean you're going to sweep these wastelands absolutely…" he was pointing at the map with a stick. He then used it to disarm Ravon, whose gun landed in Harry's hands. Harry then quickly got up and disarmed the other soldier in the room.

"Harry," the Doctor retrieved the handcuffs and gave them to Harry. I got up and walked over to the Doctor who gave me a smile. "Did I hurt your fingers," the Doctor mocked Ravon.

"You'll never get out here alive."

"Yes, so you said. So you're the Kaleds, eh?" the Doctor asked. He then used the sonic to destroy the communication device.

"Even you Mutos know the difference between Thals and Kaleds," Ravon sneered.

"K-A-L-E-D-S. Why, that's an anagram of… how interesting. Are you fit, Harry?" the Doctor asked him.

"Never felt fitter," Harry smiled, holding his gun at Ravon.

"How are you feeling, Emily?" the Doctor asked me.

"Tired but alright," I replied.

"When was the last time you got some sleep?" Harry asked.

"Um, about two days ago," I answered.

"When this is over, you should get some sleep."

"Ok."

"Good. Now, Alexander the Great, you're going to lead us out of here," the Doctor ordered Ravon.

"Never."

"You won't get any medals for being stupid, General. In fact, you won't be getting any more medals for anything."

"Where do you want me to take you," Ravon said, reluctantly.

"Back to the wastelands," the Doctor answered.

"Yes, that's home to you Mutos, isn't it? But you won't get that far, I promise you," Ravon said with distain, a contemptuous smirk on his face.

"Come on, we're wasting time," Harry complained.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"This isn't leading to the surface," Harry added.

"There's a platform lift at the end. You Mutos must have seen it," Ravon sneered.

"You're still making the same mistake. We're not Mutos, whatever they may be," Harry tried to correct.

"Only Mutos live in the wastelands."

"Come on," the Doctor hurried. We continued to the lift, Harry still holding Ravon at gunpoint.

"Sarah's alright?" Harry asked.

"Yes," the Doctor replied.

"If you have a friend up there, they won't last much longer," Ravon said.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Nights coming on. The Mutos start moving at night," he sneered.

Two soldiers following a man with round glasses started to approach in the corridor.

Harry held Ravon by the hand and pointed the gun at his back, hidden. "Just remember, we're your friends," he whispered.

"General Ravon," the guy in the glasses started.

"Nyder," he replied.

"I wish to see you," Nyder stated.

"If you'll wait in my office, Nyder, I'll be a few minutes."

"Perhaps you should introduce us, General," the Doctor suggested.

"Security Commander Nyder," he reluctantly introduced.

"You're civilians, I see," Nyder pointed out.

"Yes, but we're not staying long. Don't let us detain you," the Doctor replied, causally.

"You won't."

Nyder and the two soldiers continued to walk down the corridor only to suddenly stop and turn back around with their riffles raised.

"Down, Ravon!" Nyder shouted.

The soldiers started to shoot in our direction and we ran. We ran down a corridor when I heard Nyder's voice and the alarm sound, "Alert all guards. Three Thal intruders in the command complex."

"This way, Emily, Harry. Come on," the Doctor pointed to a corridor. The corridor that the Doctor pointed down contained a lift. As we got closer, the lift doors closed.

"We're trapped," Harry pointed out.

"Yes," the Doctor answered.

The lift doors open behind us.

"Ladies first," the Doctor cheekily suggested, gesturing towards the lift with his hand.

I got inside with Harry and the Doctor quickly behind, the doors closing just before the soldiers started to shoot at us.

The lift brought us outside and we started running off in one direction.

"Now what?" Harry asked.

"Keep running," the Doctor replied.

"What?" Harry asked again, unable to hear the first time.

"Keep running," he repeated louder.

The Kaled soldiers started shooting at us as we kept on running. We were running towards the minefield. The Doctor suddenly pulled me to the ground with him as he called towards Harry, "Down, Harry!"

A landmine when off and we managed to escape the explosion. The Doctor helped me up and looked me over to make sure I was alright. I smiled and blushed at the attention I was getting. He smiled and placed the hat back on my head as it came off when he pulled me down. He went over and helped Harry up.

"Are you alright?" he asked Harry.

"That was a lucky escape," Harry replied.

"I wouldn't say that, Harry."

I only just noticed that there was several soldiers surrounding us with their guns pointed at us.

We were pushed back into the command complex by armed soldiers. Nyder was using the Doctor's magnifying glass to examine one of the small devices that came from his pockets.

"This is yours?" Nyder asked.

"Yes," the Doctor replied.

"What is its function?"

"Well, it's an etheric bean locator. It's also useful for detecting ion-charged emissions," the Doctor explained.

"Oh, really," Nyder replied, uninterested. Ravon wasn't looking very pleased at all.

"It is not of Thal manufacture," Nyder pointed out.

"Well, naturally not. My friends and I are not from your planet," the Doctor explained.

"Aliens?" Nyder asked.

"Humans. Well, I am anyway," Harry told him.

"So am I," I added.

"I've heard Davros say there is no intelligent life on other planets. So either he is wrong or you are lying," Nyder started.

"We are not lying," the Doctor tried to explain.

"And Davros is never wrong about anything," Nyder finished.

"Well, he must be exceptional. Even I am occasionally wrong about some things. Who is this Davros?" the Doctor asked.

"Our greatest scientist. He's in charge of all research at the bunker," Nyder explained.

"They could be Mutos, Nyder. Intelligent Mutos who've developed a technology," Ravon theorised.

"Tell me…what exactly are Mutos?" The Doctor asked.

"Mutos are the scarred relics of ourselves. Monsters created by the chemical weapons used in the first century of this war. They were banished into the wastelands where they live and scavenge like animals."

"In other words, genetically wounded."

"We must keep the Kaled race pure. Imperfects are rejected. Some of them survive out there."

"That's a harsh policy."

"It's horrible," Harry added.

"Your views are not important. General Ravon, I'll take these three back to the bunker for interrogation by the special unit," Nyder told Ravon.

"They are the army's prisoners," he argued.

"Then you will release them to me. The special unit will get more out of them than your crude methods ever would."

"Very well, if you insist," he gave in.

"I do insist, General." Nyder picked up a list and handed it to Ravon. "And I have a list of requirements here. All these items are to be sent to the bunker immediately."

"I can't spare this equipment. These spare parts alone would take more than half my supply," Ravon argued.

"You'll notice the requisition is countersigned by Davros himself. If you would like to take the matter up with him…"

"I'm expected to fight a war without equipment. Very well, I'll have these things out to the bunker by dawn."

"By midnight, General. The order specifies midnight," Nyder pointed it out to him.

"By midnight," he reluctantly agreed.

"Good." They saluted and Nyder turned to the soldiers. "Bring the prisoners." We were lead out of the room.

We approached a door when I heard a voice through the speaker.

"You will announce your name, rank and serial number. Speak now."

"Tane, this is Security Commander Nyder with prisoners and escort," Nyder replied.

The doors open and we entered the room.

"I want these three screened and passed to Ronson for full interrogation," Nyder told Tane.

"Yes, sir," Tane replied.

"Prisoner's belongings," he handed over a plastic box which contained the Doctor's stuff. He saluted and left.

"Good. Well, now he's gone, any chance of a cup of tea?" the Doctor asked.

"What!"

"Or coffee. My friends and I have had a very trying experience. Haven't we had a trying experience, Emily, Harry?"

"Very trying, Doctor," Harry replied.

"And tiring," I added, yawning.

"Step into the security scan," Tane directed.

"What, no tea?" the Doctor asked.

"Let me point out to you that you have no rights whatsoever. I have full authority to torture and kill any prisoner who does not comply absolutely with my orders. That is your first and last warning," he warned.

"No tea, Harry. Or coffee, Emily," the Doctor told us.

Harry was first made to stand in the body scanner with two large boxes at chest height. It started to hum and Harry grabbed his head, like it was hurting him.

"You're cleared. Move forward. You, next," Tane pointed to me.

I got in the machine and it started to hum, like with Harry. I now know why Harry grabbed his head. Whatever part of the machine that is humming, hurts my head. Before I know it, it was over.

"You're cleared as well. Move forward. You, next," I moved over and stood next to Harry. The Doctor taking my place in the scanner. It started to hum and it beeps.

"Scan detects power source located below prisoner's left elbow. Remove object from prisoner's left wrist." The guards pulled off the Time Ring.

"You can't have that." He was elbowed in the stomach by the guard. "That bracelet could have no possible use as a weapon," the Doctor argued.

"It remains with the other confiscated items," Tane placed it in the box.

"Let's not make a fuss, Doctor," Harry said quietly.

"The Time Ring is our only hope of getting back to the Tardis," the Doctor replied. "Recovering it has got to be our number one priority. Do you understand, Harry? It's vital."

"Yes, I know it's vital, but we don't want them to know that, do we?" Harry asked, rhetorically.

"The prisoners are to be given into the custody of Senior Researcher Ronson. Here, take this with you," Tane gave the guard the box. He opened the door and the guards behind us, hustled us after the guard.

We were directed over to a man in a white uniform with silver hair, who was examining the Doctor's items.

"Sit down," he ordered, who I'm guessing is Ronson.

"Thank you," the Doctor sat down on one chair, pulling me down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist, grinning at my blush. Harry sat down on the other. "You're not with the military, I assume?"

"I'm with the Science Division," Ronson replied as he looked at the Doctor's interaction with me.

"Oh, good, good. Then perhaps we can talk without the interruption from rifle butts."

"That depends. If you don't answer my questions, I shall hand you back to the military. They take pride in loosening tongues. Now, where did you get these things?" he asked, pointing to the objects in the box.

"Oh, here and there."

"If I didn't know any better, I should have to assume that these were made by some intelligence on another planet."

"If you didn't know any better."

"It is an established scientific fact that in the seven galaxies only Skaro is capable of supporting intelligent life," Ronson argued.

"It is also an established scientific fact that there are more than seven galaxies," the Doctor countered.

"Indeed," he agreed.

"Yes."

"Well, when you passed through our security scan our instruments rana complete check on your blood and chemical make-up, encephalographic patterns and so on. Physiological compositions. And so, if you are from another planet…" he looked at the readout and his face fell. The Doctor smiled.

"You were saying?" the Doctor grinned.

"There's nothing. Nothing conforms to any know life on this planet apart from external appearances."

"You can't always judge from external appearances."

"Who are you? Where are you from," Ronson asked.

"It's a long story," the Doctor replied.

"Then tell me," he demanded.

"Do you have any inkling of the theory of space dimension correlated to relative time?" the Doctor asked.

An alarm sounds and the lights flash. Everyone stands to attention.

"Davros wishes all members of the Elite scientific corps to assemble in the main laboratory immediately," said someone.

"Our session will have to wait. Davros is coming," Ronson informed.

"Your chief scientist?" the Doctor asked.

"He's our supreme commander. When he calls a full meeting like this, he obviously has something of great importance to tell us."

"Well, I shall be delighted to meet him," the Doctor smiled.

"Stand up and be quiet," he ordered. Davros entered with Nyder and his guards.

"If I may have your attention. For some time I have been experimenting with the Mark Three project. Details of modifications will be distributed later. However, I am anxious that you should see immediately the results that I have achieved, and to that end I have arranged this demonstration."

The door next to the filing cabinets open and a giant pepper pot like machine glides into the room. It has what looks like a plunger attached to it.

"A Dalek," the Doctor stated.

"A what?" I asked.

"A Dalek. Very primitive but undeniably a Dalek."

"You're mistaken. It's a Mark Three travel machine," Ronson corrected.

'"If you say so."

"Halt. Turn left. Moved forward," Davros commanded the Dalek. It did as it was commanded.

"That's magnificent. He's perfected voice control," Ronson said in amazement.

"Turn right. Move forward and circle left. You will agree, I think, that voice control represents an enormous step forward, however the best has yet to come. Nyder." Nyder opened a box and removed some sort whisk like object. He handed it to an aide who attached it to the Dalek.

"Our machine is now equipped with a weapon for self-defence. Now, I am going to turn the machine over to total self-control. It will be entirely independent of all outside influences. A living, thinking, self-supporting creature."

Davros flicked a switch and the gun arm rises. The Dalek turned to survey the room before stopping at the Doctor and me. The Doctor moved so that I was behind him and that he was where the Dalek was pointing.

"Brilliant! Brilliant! It has detected the non-conformity," Davros congratulated.

"Aliens. I must exterminate. Exterminate," the Dalek spoke.

"No!" Ronson shouted as he ran to Davros and flicked the switch back. The Dalek's gun dropped.

"You dare to interfere! You have the audacity to interrupt one of my experiments?" Davros questioned.

"But it would have destroyed them," he defended.

"So you think the saving of two worthless lives are more important than the progress we have made? My creature showed the natural desire, an instinct to destroy, and you interceded! You will be punished for this!"

"Davros, I'm sorry, but I believe that these prisoners, they could be extremely valuable. By all means, when I have my questions, let the machine do what it likes with them but I do need to interrogate them further."

"You will be punished for insubordination. In the meantime, you may question the prisoners until first light. After that, they will be used to resume the experiment. This meeting is ended." Davros left and the scientists gathered around the Dalek.

"Thank you. I am obliged to you," the Doctor thanked.

"I was merely doing my duty. I believe that you have knowledge that could be of the greatest assistance to us. But if you don't cooperate, then it is certain that Davros will use you or her as an experiment with his machine in a few hours' time."

"The prisoners are to be taken to the cells. You can continue questioning them there. Davros orders it," Nyder told Ronson. We followed after Nyder with the guards behind us, as usual.

Harry and I were in a bunker as the Doctor was taken for questioning.

"So, this is the first time you have met me or Sarah?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Where were you before you came here?"

"I was with his Twelfth self and before that, his Ninth. This is my third adventure with him."

"Really, what was he like?"

"Twelve is a grumpy man with bushy eyebrows and a Scottish accent, and Nine has a northern accent and is slightly sarcastic."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah, though they aren't that bad. They are quite interesting," I would've continued but the Doctor was thrown in and I didn't want to spoil his future, if I can.

Here is chapter 3. I managed to get it finished earlier than I thought I would. I'm aiming to do about a chapter a month. I have a poll on my profile if you want to check it out. In case anyone was wondering, I'm doing the episodes in a random order and I have already made a list of what episodes I'm doing next.

This story was inspired by:

Alexander- The seer and changer of time : By bored411

Once upon another time : By Artemis Sherwood

You should check out their stories. They are really good.

I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters. I only own Emily.

"You all right," Harry asked him.

"Looks like I might be," he replied.

"What happened?" I asked.

"They took down reams of notes, every bit of scientific gobbledygook I could think of. Technical jargon that even I didn't understand."

"That'll keep their experts tired up for weeks," Harry answered.

"Yes. And I learnt a great deal more from them than they did from me."

"About this bunker?"

"Yes."

"It is underground, isn't it?" Harry asked.

"Yes, and bomb proof. Impregnable from attack from the outside and about three or four miles from the Kaled dome."

"What are they doing down here?" I asked.

"Years ago the Kaled government decided to form an Elite group. The best scientific brains in every field," the Doctor explained.

"A sort of Think Tank," Harry added.

"Yes. But over the years the Elite has become more and more powerful, and now they can demand whatever they want."

"Open up," a voice said from the other side of the door.

"Perhaps this is tea?" Harry suggested.

The door opens up and Ronson enters, holding a pistol.

"There is no need to wait. I am armed," he told the guard and the guard left. "I'm sorry if they hurt you. I lack the courage to interfere."

"But you did save Emily and I from becoming the very first victims of the Dalek, thank you," the Doctor thanked.

"Thank you," I also thanked.

"Yes, now you use that word earlier. It had never been heard before. And yet only an hour ago, Davros announced that henceforth his Mark Three travel machine would be referred to as a Dalek. Now could you have known that?" Ronson asked.

"Well, I have an advantage in terms of time. You see, we've come here at this time because of future concern about the development of the Dalek. I think you're concerned too, aren't you?" the Doctor asked him. Ronson went to the door to make sure no one was listening and the Doctor told me and Harry, "I think he's going to bite."

"Yes, I am concerned, and there are a few other who think the same as I. But we're powerless."

"Then let us help you," the Doctor offered.

"You see, we believe that Davros has changed the direction of our research into something which is immoral, evil. You see, the Elite was formed to produce weapons that could end this war. We soon saw that this was futile and changed the direction of our research into the survival of our race. But our chemical weapons had already started to produce genetic mutations."

"And the mutations were banished out into the wastelands," Harry worked out.

"Yes."

"The Mutos," the Doctor added.

"Now Davros, he believes that there was no way to reverse this trend and so he started experiments to establish our final mutation form. He took living cells, treated them with chemicals and produced the ultimate creature. Come with me."

We walked down a corridor and Ronson stopped at a door.

"Now this is what the Kaleds will become." He pressed a button and a viewing panel opens in the door. The Doctor, Harry and I had a look in the green lit room where some sort of small, green blob creature with tentacles snarled and slithered. I stepped back with the others.

"That is our future," Ronson told us.

"You've got trouble," the Doctor told him. I couldn't help but agree.

"Go on, Ronson," the Doctor encouraged.

"Well, knowing our ultimate form, Davros had to devise a travel machine. The Dalek."

"Now he's trying to change that into a weapon."

"And he's succeeding. He's created a monster, utterly devoid of conscience."

"And you want to stop him," Harry worked out.

"Well, I must. There are a few in the Kaled government who still have the power to act. If they knew the truth, they would end Davros' power, close down this bunker, finish the Elite."

"Then go to them, Ronson, go to them," the Doctor told him.

"But I'm not allowed in the city. Security here is absolute," Ronson declined.

"Then help us escape. Give us the names of the men who have the power," the Doctor offered.

"Could you get us out of here?" I asked.

"Well, there is a way. Through one of the secondary ducts in the ventilation system that leads to a cave at the edge of the wastelands," Ronson said. I have a feeling that I don't like where this is going.

"Well?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"The entrance is barred. And there's something else. Davros' early experiments were with animals. Some of the things he created were horrific, and they're still alive."

"And I have an uneasy feeling you're going to tell me they're in that cave," the Doctor asked, also dreading the answer.

We found the duct and Harry removed the grille.

"These are the people you should try to contact," Ronson gave a piece of paper to the Doctor.

"Right-o," said Harry as he entered the duct.

"Look, if anything at all should happen," Ronson started.

"Don't worry, don't worry. We won't let it fall into the wrong hands," the Doctor reassured.

"Or let anyone know that you helped us," I added.

"Quick," Ronson hurried as the Doctor and I entered the duct. He replaced the grille and walked off.

We continued to crawl along in the duct where we found dirty mesh.

"Here's where it comes out into the cave," the Doctor told us. Something roared. It sounded like it was on the other side of the mesh. "Shush. What was that?"

"Probably one of Davros' pets," Harry suggested.

"By the sounds of it, it is probably a big one," I added, hiding slightly behind the Doctor.

Something with an armoured back lumbers past the mesh. I held my breath as it went past. Harry and the Doctor managed to push the mesh out of its frame and we entered the cave.

We wandered through the cave, trying to avoid any creatures that may be here. The Doctor in the lead as he seemed to know what he was doing. I was behind him and Harry last. They both seem pretty keen to making sure I'm well and protected. I'm not complaining or anything, but I wouldn't mind knowing who I am to them.

"Its lighter this way," the Doctor pointed out.

"Looks as though we've made it," Harry said happily.

"Look," the Doctor pointed over to the metal bars in a gap in the rock wall.

"It must be the way through to the wastelands," Harry pointed out.

We went over to the bars and Harry managed to get his leg caught in a giant clam.

"Doctor, Emily, quick! My leg! Quick! Pull it out, Doctor" Harry panicked. The Doctor tried to pull Harry but it didn't work.

I found a large rock and started to hit the clam with it but it didn't work.

"Quick, it's pulling me in!"

The Doctor broke off a stalactite and came back over. "Easy, easy." He used it to open the clam.

"Get that thing off," Harry pulled his leg out.

"I'm guessing that was one of Davros' experiments?" I asked.

"Magna peloris," Harry said in Latin.

"What?" the Doctor asked, confused.

"Giant clam. Its Latin," I translated.

"Never mind the Latin, let's have a look at your leg, Harry. Nothing seems to be broken. It's incredible. You have some bruises though, Harry," the Doctor diagnosed.

"Why is it always me who puts a foot in it?" he asked himself.

"Well, you're not the one who stood on a landmine," I pointed out, trying to make him feel better. He smiled.

"You'll be alright. Can you stand up?" the Doctor asked.

"I think so."

There was some snarling in the dark. I instinctively grabbed the Doctor's hand. I blushed when he smiled at me and was about to take my hand away when he squeezed it.

"Let's get out of here," the Doctor looked around, making sure that the creature wasn't close.

"We must look out for Sarah. She's out there somewhere," Harry worried.

"We'll find her. We've got to contact the Kaled leaders first," the Doctor told him. He tried to pull the bars apart but they didn't move.

"Try again. They seem pretty corroded," I told them. Harry helped the Doctor to pull and they finally move.

Ravon, Harry, the Doctor, me and two men in brown overalls waited in a room as two men in other coloured overalls entered.

"My fellow councillors, I've asked you to assemble here and not in our House of Congress as our meeting is of a most secret nature. There are no listening devices here, are there, Ravon," said the man I recently know as Mogran.

"Not that I know of, Mogran," Ravon replied.

"Doctor, will you please tell the councillors what you have told me?" Mogran asked the Doctor.

"Yes, of course, and some of what I will tell you relates to events in the future. Not only on this planet but also in others whose existence you don't even know of. But my knowledge is scientific fact. Now, Davros has created a machine creature, a monster which will terrorise and destroy millions and millions of lives and lands throughout all eternity. He has given this machine a name, a Dalek. It is a word new to you, but for a thousand generations, it is a name that will bring fear and terror. Now undoubtedly Davros has one of the finest scientific minds in existence, but he a fanatical desire to perpetuate himself in his machine. He works without conscience, without soul, without pity, and his machines are equally devoid of these qualities."

The councillors went over to a corner to decide what to do with the information.

"That was a very impressive speech, Doctor," Ravon told the Doctor, impressed.

"Yes, it was meant to be," the Doctor replied.

"Let's hope it's convinced them," Harry added.

"Yes, let's hope so, Harry. Sometimes words aren't enough."

"Well, they seem to have reached a decision." The three councillors leave.

"I'm afraid, Doctor, the councillors could not agree to halt all experimentation at the bunker," Mogran told us.

"The councillors are fools," Harry slightly insulted.

"Let me finish, please. It has been agreed that an independent tribunal will investigate all work that is being done at the bunker."

"But that could take months! Davros already has several prototype Daleks ready for action," the Doctor pleaded.

"It has also been agreed that pending the investigation, Davros' experiments will be suspended."

"It is less than I'd hoped for."

"And I promise you, Doctor, if your allegations are borne out, all work at the bunker will be closed down."

"Thank you."

"And now I must go with my committee and inform Davros of our decision."

"Now I think it's high time we looked for Sarah, don't you?" Harry asked.

"The one you left behind in the wastelands?" Ravon asked.

"Yes. You have some news of her?"

"I can't be certain, you understand, but our agents inside the Thal dome report a newly arrived girl prisoner who led an attempted breakout. Gave the Thals quite a bit of trouble," Ravon reported.

"That'll be her," Harry smiled, happily.

"In the Thal dome, you say?" the Doctor asked.

"The Thals are using prisoners to load their last great rocket," Ravon told him.

"Rocket?" I asked.

"They think they'll win the war with it. What they don't know is that no matter how powerful their rocket, it cannot penetrate our protective dome. Only a matter of months ago, Davros perfected a new substance which has the strength of thirty foot thick reinforced concrete."

"Yes, yes, well never mind about that. Could you help us find Sarah?" the Doctor asked.

"One of my agents could lead you into the service shafts underneath the Thal city," Ravon offered.

"Oh, good, good."

"But after that you're strictly on your own," Ravon quickly added.

"Fair enough," Harry shrugged.

"Right, I'll give you a map showing how to reach the rocket silo area."

"Thank you," said the Doctor.

"Well, Doctor, looks as though we've got to cross the wastelands again," Harry pointed out.

"Yes, and that's when our troubles really begin," the Doctor grinned.

"Oh joy," I said as I followed after them.

I crawled behind the Doctor as we went through the shafts. The Doctor stopped and stuck his out of the hatch. He started to climb out but then he came back down. Not a second later, he quickly climbed out, helping me out and Harry quickly followed. Harry closed the hatch behind him and we left. We walked through the corridors, about to turn the corner when a Thal came around the corner and entered the room. I followed Harry and the Doctor as they peered through the round porthole in the door. I managed to squeeze in and saw what they were looking at.

"What's Davros doing here in the Thal city?" Harry asked.

"Shush," the Doctor hushed.

I poked the Doctor and pointed towards the ventilation grill at the base of the door. He grinned at me and we bent down to listen.

"And I am no longer influenced by words such as patriotism and nationalism. My concern is only for peace, an end to this carnage that has virtually destroyed both our races," Davros told the Thals.

"Why aren't you telling this to your own government and people?" the Thal councillor asked.

"I have tried. Time and again, I have tried. But now they will only be satisfied with nothing other than total annihilation of the Thal people."

"Then they deserve to perish, and perish they will when we launch our rocket. It's primed and ready. The countdown for firing begins immediately."

"And it will fail."

"It can't fail."

"The Kaled dome cannot be penetrated. Your great rocket will hardly scratch it."

We quickly hid as a patrol passed, then we started to eavesdrop again.

"This is the nature of my faith. Nyder," Davros directed Nyder.

"It is a simple chemical formula. If the substance is loaded into the artillery shells and fired onto the surface of the Kaled dome, it will weaken the molecular structure and make it brittle. Your rocket will then be able to penetrate without resistance," Nyder explained.

"Why are you giving us this information? You know that your own people, the Kaleds, will utterly be exterminated," the councillor asked.

"No price is too great to pay for peace. I only ask that when the war is over, I be allowed to help in the reconstruction of our planet," Davros requested.

"We want only to see the conflict brought to an end. This formula gives you the power to bring that about," Nyder explained.

"By dawn tomorrow, our word could be at peace."

I heard Davros and Nyder walk towards the door and we hid again.

"You think they believe you?" Nyder asked.

"It is unimportant. They are hungry for victory. They will use the formula and fire their rocket no matter what they believe my motives to be. And when they do, Nyder, when they do," Davros schemed.

The Thals came out of the room.

"I've given orders that a barrage of shells containing the formula should begin as soon as possible. The rocket launch can begin immediately. And now I'll arrange your safe escort out of the city," the councillor informed. He then led Davros and Nyder away. We come out of hiding.

"Doctor, somehow we've got to warn Mogran and the other Kaled leader," Harry warned.

"Yes, and we haven't found Sarah yet. Come on," he walked down a corridor and we followed. We came across two guards wearing protective suits.

"Excuse me, can you help me? I'm a spy," he banged their heads together. "Their suits, Harry."

"What about Emily?" Harry asked.

"Simple. Sarah is a prisoner, right? Meaning she is being kept with other prisoners. Just pretend that I'm your prisoner if anyone asks," I explained.

We eventually found where the rocket was being kept. The Doctor opened the door while Harry was holding me with my hands behind my back, like I was a prisoner. We entered and the Doctor gestured to the guard. He came over and Harry punched the guard in the stomach, after letting me go, and knocked the guard out. They took their helmets off when the coast was clear.

"Harry! Emily! Doctor!" Sarah yelled happily.

"Are you alright, Sarah," I asked as I looked her over for signs of injury.

"Oh, I am now. Listen, we've got to get out of here. The Thals are going to launch this rocket," Sarah informed us.

"Yes, yes, I know. Listen. I want you, Emily and Harry to go back to the Kaled dome. Harry knows the way. Tell them what we know. There's a chance if they launch an all-out offensive, I might be able to stop the rocket," the Doctor told us.

"What are you going to do?" Sarah asked.

"Try and sabotage it, or at least delay it. Off you go," he ordered.

"Right."'

"Good luck."

"Sevrin, you come with us," Sarah asked one of the prisoners.

"Well, don't just stand there. Come on, you're free! Go now while you've got a chance. Come on!" the Doctor yelled to the remaining prisoners.

The rest of the Mutos shambled out and the Doctor went over to the rocket. Sarah looked at me when she realised that I hadn't moved. I shook my head and nodded over to the Doctor. She nodded, whispered to Harry and left the room, followed by the others.

Makes me wonder how often I do this in the future, I wondered. I walked over to the Doctor as he was inspecting the rocket. I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked at me and sighed.

"I figured that since you are early in your time line that you might've gone. But I can see now that isn't the case," he told me as he continued to inspect the rocket.

I heard some footsteps in the background and electricity ran along the base of the scaffolding. Since the Doctor was now touching and inspecting the scaffolding and my hand was still on his shoulder, the electricity ran through me, causing me to black out.

I woke up to the sounds of distant explosions. It would seem that the Doctor just woke up as well. That was an unpleasant experience. Not fun, never getting electrocuted again if I can help it. I held my head as I watched the Thals who were watching the bombardment of the Kaled dome on a wall monitor.

"It's working. The Kaled dome is breaking up. Start the countdown for the rocket launch," the councillor ordered.

"No, you mustn't," the Doctor pleaded as the clocked started to count from fifty. He looked around the room and quickly stopped me next to him. He gave me a quick look over. "How are you feeling?"

"Not too bad, considering. Though, I don't want to be electrocuted again. One time is enough," I replied.

"I did tell you to go with Sarah and Harry."

"And how often does that work?" I teased.

"Not as often as I would like. I just want you safe," he said, softly.

"And you don't think I want the same for you. Sarah has Harry to keep her safe. Who is going to do the same to you? I may not have known you as long as you have known me but I have a feeling that yes, you want me to be safe, but you also want me to be beside you."

"Oh, Emily."

The countdown dropped past seven and the rocket engines start. The Doctor made a lunge for the abort button but was stopped by the Thals. The councillor pressed the launch button.

"I sent Harry and Sarah in there," he said quietly. I started to cry silently into the Doctor's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my waist and rested his head against mine, my/his hat falling to the ground.

On the monitor, I saw the Kaled dome explode.

"A thousand years of war, and now it's ended. Listen, the people, they know already. Gentlemen, there's a great deal to be done. I must speak to the people. There must be a victory parade. And as for them, they must be punished. No, let us show that whilst we were ruthless in war, we are generous in victory. Let all prisoners be freed, charges against them dropped. Issue that statement at once," the councillor left as did his entourage and the soldiers.

A young woman came over to us. "Did you two have friends in the Kaled city?"

"Yes. Two people very dear to us. I sent them into that holocaust," he looked at her.

"What will you do now?"

"Start again. Try and find a way to complete what I set out to do and stop the development of the Daleks."

"Daleks?" she asked.

"Yes. Machine creatures that Davros is developing. Monster," he informed her.

"Davros? No, you're wrong. It was he who told us how to destroy the Kaled dome. His only interest is in achieving peace," she argued.

"Let me tell you something. The Kaled government was on the point of stopping Davros' experiments, and rather than let that happen, he helped you to destroy his own race."

"You'll never convince my people of that. Davros is a hero."

"Yes, for how long, I wonder."

"I must go. Under the general amnesty, you're free to leave whenever you want."

"Thank you," I said quietly, wiping the tear marks away.

The Doctor took of his protective suit and wrapped his scarf around his neck. He took his hat off my head and place it on his own. We met a crowd of happy Thals in the corridor.

"Peace! Thank you!" one said happily. They went around the corner.

Not a moment later, the Doctor and I heard the words, "Exterminate. Exterminate!"

We quickly met up with the young woman from before, running away. "Exterminate!" the Dalek screamed again.

"What are they?" she asked.

"Keep back. Out of sight," the Doctor ordered as we hid around the corner. The Daleks rolled past. "We've got to get out of the Thal dome."

"Are those the daleks?" she asked.

"Yep," I nodded.

"Out into the wastelands. Do you know the way?" the Doctor asked. She nodded. "Good. As Emily said, they are the Daleks. Come on, lead the way."

"Exterminate! Exterminate!" the Dalek screamed. There was also screams and gun fire somewhere behind the sandbags trenches that we hid behind.

"Oh, there was no need to go that far. When our leaders saw they were beaten, they should have surrendered," she complained.

"Perhaps they did. But the Daleks accept no terms. They're programmed to wipe the Thals from the face of this planet," the Doctor told her.

"But there must be some who'll escape, some survivors?"

"A few, perhaps, but they need to be grouped into some kind of fighting force to strike the bunker."

"What?" she asked.

"Well, destroy Davros, and you destroy the Daleks," he cleared up.

"What chance do we have against them?"

"It's your only chance. Will you do it?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Good girl. I'm going to try and get back into the bunker now."

"Alone?" she asked.

"No. I have Emily. Good luck."

"Bye," I waved to her as the Doctor and I left.

We were making our way through the wastelands when we were jumped by some Mutos. One lifted a large rock when he was tackled by Harry. Sevrin scared the other off.

"All right," Sarah asked Harry.

"Yes," he replied. He helped me off the ground when I gave him a big hug. I then gave Sarah one as well and she looked at me confused.

"Doctor?" Sarah asked.

"The Mutos are gone, Doctor," I teased.

"Harry!" he cheered.

"Hello."

"Sarah! I can hardly believe it," the Doctor said, happily.

"What's the matter with you two?" Sarah asked.

"I thought you two were dead," I said quietly.

"We thought you were in the Kaled dome when it was hit," he clarified.

"We didn't get there," Sarah started.

"No. no, you see, halfway across the wastelands we were attacked by a band of Mutos," Harry continued.

"And that's when the rocket was launched."

"And then when the Kaled dome exploded…"

"The Mutos just ran for their lives," Sarah finished.

"Well, of course, I knew you'd try to get back into the bunker through the cave," Harry stated.

"You were absolutely right, Harry. It's vital we go back into the bunker."

"Why?" Sarah asked.

"Because they took the Time Ring," I told her.

"The bracelet that the Time Lord gave me is our life line. Without it we can never escape from this planet" the Doctor clarified.

We ended up by the bent bars into the cave.

"Sevrin, would you do something for us, something important?" the Doctor asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Over in the Kaled trenches there's a Thal, a girl named Bettan. She's trying to form a resistance group. Join her with as many of your own people as you can get. Their idea is to knock out the bunker," he informed Sevrin.

"Do you think they'll get away with it?" he asked the Doctor.

"It'll keep the Elite's troops occupied while I try to find a weakness of the Daleks."

"Ok. Good luck, Doctor."

"Sevrin, thank you," Sarah thanked him.

We went through the bars and entered the cave. There was some growling close by.

"What was that?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, just one of Davros' experiments. We'd better stick close together," the Doctor figured.

"You're not scared, are you?" Harry asked.

"Of course not," she denied.

"I am," Harry admitted.

"So am I," I grabbed the Doctor's hand and he squeezed it, calming me slightly as we walked further into the caves.

We walked through a colony of giant clams that were lying in wait.

"Not much further. The entrance to the ventilation duct must be just through here," the Doctor assumed.

"Are you sure, Doctor? It doesn't look familiar?" Harry asked.

"Well, it has the giant clams," I pointed out.

"Look out, Harry!" the Doctor yelled.

Sarah turned and nearly fell into a clam.

"Jump!" he yelled as we cleared the line of molluscs and continued to run.

"I'll never eat oysters again," Sarah said when we stopped.

"They're not every fast," the Doctor noticed.

"It's obviously why Davros discarded them," Harry thought.

"They are also clams. They don't move very fast on dry land," I pointed out.

"Come on, we're there," the Doctor pointed towards the steel duct. Harry entered it first, wanting to get away from the clams and other creatures.

"Listen, I've been down tunnels before and I've just had a rather nasty thought," Sarah started.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes. Suppose something's waiting for us in there," she continued.

"That is nasty. Better not tell Harry, he's gone first," he commented.

Sarah climbed in, with me following behind and the Doctor bringing up the rear. When we made to the room on the other side, Harry opened the grille and we all got out. The lights came on.

"Welcome back," Davros greeted.

"You were right, Sarah, about there being something nasty waiting for us," the Doctor said with dread.

"Fuck," I swore under my breath.

"Language," Harry muttered.

I was strapped to a sloping torture table whereas the Doctor was strapped and wire into a torture chair. Harry and Sarah were in a different room. Though, I don't know why I was in here rather in with them. Maybe because he had more leverage with me being in here.

"I have read the initial reports of your interrogation. The suggestion that you have travelled through space and time was utterly dismissed by the computer analysis," Davros started.

""I imagine it had never been programmed for such a concept," the Doctor replied.

"Precisely. I, however, I am perhaps more flexible. Through the power of such travel is beyond my scientific comprehension, it is not beyond my imagination. Why did you come here?"

"To stop the development of the Daleks."

"Why?" Davros asked.

"Because having lived in what you would call the future, I have seen the carnage and destruction they have caused."

"Then my Daleks do go on. They do survive."

"Yes, as weapons of hate and machines of war."

"Fascinating."

"But there's still time to change all that. Why not make them a force of good throughout the universe?" the Doctor asked.

"I could do it."

"Then do it. Be remember for that," the Doctor encouraged.

"You have seen my Daleks in battle," Davros asked.

"Many times. I've fought against them."

"And do they win? Do they always win?"

"Not always. They have been defeated, but never utterly defeated. The Dalek menace always remains."

"If, as you say, they become the supreme creatures of war, how can they lose? How can they fail?" Davros demanded.

"Misfortune, lack of information, sometimes overwhelming opposition."

"Yes, but tell me, how do the Daleks fail?" Davros demanded again.

"No, Davros, that is a question that the future must keep secret."

I don't like the way this is going. Especially with me being strapped to a torture table.

"What mistakes do they make? You will tell me!" Davros continued to demand.

"No."

"You will tell me!"

"No, I will not!" the Doctor yelled back.

"Nyder," Nyder left the room. "You will tell me because you have a weakness that I have totally eliminated from the minds of the Daleks so they will always be superior. A weakness that will make you give me the knowledge to change the future. You are afflicted with a conscience."

Nyder returned with Harry and Sarah and hooked them up to the other two torture benches.

"Nyder. Let me tell you what is going to happen. You will answer my questions. You will answer them carefully and precisely. The instruments to which you are wired are particularly sensitive. They will detect instantly any attempt to lie," Davros informed.

"And if I do lie?" the Doctor asked.

"If you do lie, your friends will suffer. I can create in their bodies all the torments and agonies ever known. And the female closest to you, the one you care for most, will receive the most agonising and painful torment she will ever know."

Davros turned a large red knob and I heard someone screaming. I took a second to realise that it was me screaming. Lucky for me, mine was turned off before I blacked out. Though, I did feel a bit faint.

"Now, you will tell me the reason for every Dalek defeat. With that knowledge, I will programme them. With that knowledge, they will know their errors and how to avoid them. With that knowledge, there shall be no defeats! We will begin!" Davros commanded.

"Davros, if I tell you what you want to know, I betray millions of people in the future. I can't do that," the Doctor argued.

"But you can! You will tell me! You will tell me! You will tell me!"

"Doctor, please, don't tell, Doctor," Harry pleaded.

"All right, all right. Just leave them alone," the Doctor submitted. Davros turned down the pain giver. The Doctor gave me a quick look over and I smiled weakly back at him, unable to do much more. "The Dalek invasion of the Earth in the year 2000 was foiled because of an attempt by the Daleks to mine the core of the planet. The magnetic properties of the Earth were…mars…the Daleks were defeated by a virus that attacked the insulation on the cables in their electrical systems…in the space year 17000 was halted by the intervention of a fleet of war rockets from the planet Hyperon. The rockets were made of a metal that was completely resistant to Dalek firepower. The Dalek Task Force was completely destroyed." The tape recorder stops.

"This seems an opportune moment to end this session. Nyder. Release the prisoners. Take them to the detention area," Davros commanded. Three soldiers entered and released Harry, Sarah and I. I fell to the ground and I was still too weak to get back up. "Interrogation will continue later. And I must thank you, Doctor. What you have told me will be invaluable." Nyder released the Doctor. "All this information, this foreknowledge, will be programmed into the Dalek memory banks. Take them away."

The solders took Sarah and Harry out of the room. The last solder moved to take me away as Davros continued to speak.

"Doctor, stay a moment."

"Only if Emily stays in here as well. Next to me," the Doctor requested. Davros nodded, seeing as I was too weak to do anything. The Doctor came over and carried me back to where he was sitting, placing me on the floor next to him.

"Sit down. Let us talk together now, not as prisoner and captor, but as men of science. There is so much I wish to know. Nyder, take charge of the tape."

"Immediately, Davros," Nyder responded.

"It will be your responsibility, and remember, it is priceless. Its value beyond computation."

Nyder left with the tape.

"Now, future errors will be eradicated. Defeats will become victories. You have changed the future of the universe, Doctor," Davros thanked.

"I have betrayed the future. Davros, for the last time, consider what you're doing. Stop the development of the daleks," the Doctor pleaded.

"Impossible. It is beyond my control. The workshops are already fully automated to produce the Dalek machines."

"It's not the machines, it's the minds of the creatures inside them. Minds that you created. They are total evil."

"Evil? No. no, I will not accept that. They are conditioned simply to survive. They can survive only by becoming the dominant species. When all other life forms are suppressed, when the Daleks are the supreme rulers of the universe, then you will have peace. Wars will end. They are the power not of evil, but of good."

"Davros, if you had created a virus in your laboratory, something contagious and infectious that killed on contact, a virus that would destroy all other forms of life, would you allow its use?" the Doctor asked, theoretically.

"An interesting conjecture," Davros replied.

"But would you do it?"

"The only living thing, a microscopic organism, reigning supreme. A fascinating idea."

"But would you do it?" the Doctor asked again.

"Yes. Yes. To hold in my hand a capsule that contains such power, to know that life and death on such a scale was my choice. To know that the tiny pressure on my thumb, enough to break the glass, would end everything. Yes, I would do it! That power would set me up above the gods. And through the Daleks, I shall have that power!"

The Doctor grabbed Davros' arm and they arm wrestled.

"Release me," Davros commanded.

"No, Davros," the Doctor denied.

"Don't touch that switch."

"Why not?" the Doctor asked.

"It controls my life support system. I could not survive thirty seconds without them."'

Why would Davros tell the Doctor that? Why tell an enemy about something that may kill you? I wondered as I watched the two.

"Order the destruction of the incubator section," the Doctor ordered.

"Destroy the Daleks? Never."

The Doctor pressed the little black switch and an alarm went off. Davros started to crumple. The Doctor pressed it again and he revives.

"I mean it, Davros. Next time I press that switch, it stays pressed. Now give the order!" the Doctor yelled.

"Even if I do this, there will be no escape for you or the female."

"I'll take that chance. Now give the order."

"Press the communicator switch." The Doctor did so. "This is Davros. Elite unit seven will go to the incubator room. All survival maintenance systems are to be closed down. The Dalek creatures are to be destroyed."

"Tell them the order cannot be countermanded," the Doctor commanded.

I saw Nyder come up behind the Doctor and I tried to get his attention but he was too focused on Davros.

"This order cannot-" Nyder struck the Doctor from behind with his cosh, knocking him out. "This is Davros, this is Davros. My last order is cancelled, repeat, cancelled. No action is to be taken."

"What do you want done with these two?" Nyder asked.

"For the moment, they must be kept alive. He has knowledge that is vital to our future and he cares for the female very much. I will drain every last detail of the future from his mind. And then, he will learn the true meaning of pain," Davros replied.

"I will take them to the detention room."

"The dissidents. What progress are they making?" Davros asked.

"Feeling against you is rising. Many of the scientific corps are opening speaking against you. Even some of the military are joining them," Nyder reported.

"As I expected."

The Doctor woke up, unnoticed by Nyder and Davros but not me. I smiled at him and he winked back, smiling.

"They will take action soon?" Davros enquired.

"Almost certainly. They outnumber those of us who are loyal. Davros, why don't you let me take a squad of Elite men I can trust? In an hour, I could wipe out their leaders."

"You think like a soldier, Nyder. Rebellion is an idea in the mind. Suppress it, and it hides away and festers. No. My way is best," Davros settled.

"As you wish. On your feet!" Nyder ordered the Doctor.

The Doctor picked me up and Nyder took us out of the room.

We approached a guard who had his back towards us outside of the detention room.

"Open Up," Nyder ordered.

The guard turned around and I discovered that it was Harry. He pointed his gun at Nyder and Nyder pushed the Doctor, therefore me, at Harry. The Doctor managed to keep a good grip on me as Harry tried to go after Nyder.

"Not exactly as planned, Sarah," Harry said as he came back, without Nyder.

The Doctor managed to put me down safely in the detention room and he sat down next to me. In the room was the actual guard, bound, gagged and stripped. Some guy took the gun off Harry, someone Harry and Sarah met, by the looks of it.

"How's the Doctor and Emily?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," Sarah responded.

Harry checked on us and took off the Kaled uniform he was wearing.

"He's a bit groggy but he'll be all right. And Emily is just a bit weak from whatever Davros did to her. She should be fine soon," Harry reported.

"Come on, Kavell, we've a lot to do," said the guy who took the gun. Meaning the other guy is Kavell.

"What about the guards? Suppose they won't come over to our side?" Kavell asked.

"They'll be disarmed and held in custody until we've presented our ultimatum to Davros."

"No, wait, wait. Davros knows what you're planning. I heard him talking to Nyder," the doctor informed them.

"If he knows, why hasn't he taken action against us?" asked gun guy.

"Perhaps because he knows it's futile. There are too many of us," suggested Kavell.

"No, it's not that. I don't know what he's got prepared for you, but believe me, he's ready," the Doctor warned.

"He's got some plan ready, he's too smart not to," I added, my voice returned, though a bit sore from screaming.

"Well, even so, there'll still be too many for him," disregarded gun guy.

"Just be careful. Be careful," warned the Doctor.

"I think we can take care of things. Thanks for the warning," Kavell ignored the warning. He and gun guy left.

"No point in telling you to rest, I suppose?" Sarah asked me and the Doctor.

"No, there isn't. We've got to recover that Time Ring," the Doctor responded, getting up.

"Nope. I should be able to move a bit, just slowly," I replied, getting up and leaning on the Doctor.

"Because without it, we'll never get off this planet. But where is it?" Sarah asked.

"It's on the desk in the main laboratory. And then there's that tape recording that Nyder took. We've got to get back at all costs. It would make the Daleks invincible. Come on."

We walked down a corridor before we came across a large cupboard. It was locked.

"Shush," the Doctor hushed. He rattled the cupboard to open it before using a gizmo on it. It contained camouflage clothing. He gave some to Sarah. "Useful. Ah. This is something rather more useful."

"They're explosives, aren't they?" I asked.

"Yes. Explosives and detonators. It seems almost providential," the Doctor answered.

"Why? What are you going to use them for?" Sarah asked.

"The Time Lord gave him three options. Find an inherited weakness, affect their genetic development so they become less aggressive creatures or…" I explained.

"Genocide," the Doctor finished.

"Genocide?" Harry repeated.

"Yes. I'm going to kill everything in the incubation room. I'm going to destroy the Daleks forever."

We came to the incubation room that we were at before. I could hear a gurgling sound coming from the room.

"The Daleks are in there?" Sarah asked.

"The flesh and blood part of them. Indeed they are flesh and blood," the Doctor answered.

"Some of them can move about," Harry added.

"Sort of like octopuses or something similar," I helped.

"Well, how do I see?" Sarah asked.

"Press the button," I pointed out the button to her.

She pressed the button and the viewing panel was uncovered. Sarah looked into the green lit room.

"Here we go, Harry," the Doctor told Harry.

"You're not going in there, are you?" Sarah asked.

"They're harmless enough, I think. Just unpleasant," the Doctor guessed.

"Sure, the embryos of an evil machine creature that has tentacles will be harmless," I muttered.

"If they're not, you get to say 'I told you so'," the Doctor replied, cheekily. I smiled and shook my head at him. He handed the ends of the detonator wires to Harry.

"You don't want me to come in, do you, Doctor?" Harry offered.

"There's no need, Harry. It just remains to put the charges where they'll do the most damage. It shouldn't take me more than a couple of minutes."

Harry took the roll of wire from the Doctor and rolled it out as Harry, Sarah and I backed away along the corridor. When we got far enough away from the room, Harry trimmed the ends of the wires to attach to the detonator.

"What's taking him so long?" Sarah asked.

"It's a very delicate operation, Sarah. Still, he should have finished by now," Harry became concerned.

"Doctor? Doctor, are you all right?" Sarah called out.

The Doctor came out of the room with an angry embryo Dalek wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Sarah!" he called back.

"Harmless, my ass," I muttered as I went over to help.

"Get it off! Get it off!" Sarah yelled.

Harry, Sarah and I pulled at the embryo and managed to get it off the Doctor's throat. Harry threw part of it back into the incubation room and the Doctor did the same with the remains. I closed the door and we moved back to where the wires are. The Doctor grabbed the wires but hesitated putting them together.

"What are you waiting for?" Sarah asked.

"Just touch these two strands together and the Daleks are finished. Have I that right?" the Doctor asked.

"To destroy the Daleks? You can't doubt it," she answered.

"Well, I do. You see, some things could be better with the Daleks. Many future worlds will become allies just because of their fear of the Daleks."

"But it isn't like that."

"But the final responsibility is mine, and mine alone. Listen, if someone who knew the future pointed out a child to you and told you that that child would grow up totally evil, to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you kill that child?" the Doctor asked, theoretically.

"We're talking about the Daleks, the most evil creatures ever invented. You must destroy them. You must complete you mission for the Time Lords," Sarah argued.

"Do I have the right? Simply touch one wire against the other and that's it. The Daleks cease to exist. Hundreds of millions of people, thousands of generations can live without fear, in peace, and never even known the word Dalek."

"Then why wait? If it was a disease or some sort of bacteria you were destroying, you wouldn't hesitate."

"But I kill, wipe out a whole intelligent life form, then I become like them. I'd be no better than the Daleks."

"Think of all the suffering there'll be if you don't do it."

"Doctor! Doctor, I've been looking everywhere for you. Davros has agreed to our terms," the gun guy said happily.

"He submitted?" Harry asked.

"He did, but he asked only one thing. That he might be allowed to address a meeting of all the Elite, scientific and military."

"He's going to put a case?" the Doctor asked.

"Yes, but a vote will be taken. It's a foregone conclusion. There'll be a complete landslide against any further development of the Daleks. We've won," gun guy cheered.

"I'm grateful to you, Gharman. More than I can tell you," the Doctor smiled, relieved.

"The meeting is about to being. Will you come?" gun guy, that I now know as Gharman, asked.

"Yes," the Doctor replied and gave the wires a tug, pulling them out of the incubation room.

We entered the laboratory, Gharman still carrying a weapon.

"Everyone is here, Davros," Gharman told him.

"The issues are simple and clear cut. I have given my life's work to the survival of our race. The travel machine I designed, the Dalek, will give the creature into which we will mutate its only possibility of continued existence."

"But you have deviated from that intention. You have introduced genetic changes that will alter the mutation into a creature without morals and without ethics."

"I have introduced aggression, without which no race can survive."

"But aggression without a conscience."

"History will show that cooperation between different species is impossible. One race must survive all others, and to do this it must dominate. Ruthlessly."

The Doctor gestured to Sarah, since she was the closet to the table, for her to get his equipment from the table.

"Now I intend that when all the bickering and battling is over, the supreme victor shall be our race, the Daleks," Davros continued.

Sarah handed the etheric beam locator and the sonic screwdriver to Harry, who passed them to me and I handed them to the Doctor, who grinned at me.

"At this very moment, the production lines stand ready, totally automated, fully programmed. The Daleks are no longer dependant on us. The machinery is ready. They are a power in their own right. If any one of you would destroy everything that we have ever achieved, then here is a destruct button," Davros went over to a big red button on the console. "Press it, and you will destroy this bunker and everything in it. Only this room will remain. Press it, and you will wipe out our entire race, destroy the Daleks forever. Which of you will do it?" There was only silence as the Kaleds looked at each other. "You are men without courage. You have lost your right to survive."

"The Time Ring isn't here, Doctor," Harry whispered.

"What?" the Doctor asked.

"The Time Ring, it's not here," Harry repeated.

Gharman handed his weapon to a colleague and walked over to Davros.

"You have heard Davros' case. What he has not made clear is that there is another way."

"There is no other way!" Davros argued.

"Production of the Dalek can continue. We can destroy the genetically conditioned creatures and allow the mutation to follow its own course. Our race will survive if it deserves to survive, but let it have all the strengths and weaknesses that we have. Compassion and hate. Let it do good things and evil. But we cannot let it become an unfeeling, heartless machine. That is our choice. Now, we must decide," presented Sharman.

"We've got to find that Time Ring," the Doctor whispered to us.

"Doctor," Sarah called as she found the Time Ring.

"Good girl, Sarah. Now all we need is the tape recording, so keep an eye on Nyder."

"You've heard our cases. I will give you two minutes to decide. Then you must answer not only to me, but to the future," Davros advised.

The Elite confer and the two minutes went quickly.

"You have had ample time to decide. Those who remain loyal to me and the future of our race, move forward and stand at my side," Davros asked. Two scientists joined Davros. "No more? Krovos, will you betray me?"

"Now I wonder where Nyder's going at such a crucial moment," the Doctor asked, drawing my attention to Nyder, who was sneaking out of the room.

"I think we ought to find out," Harry suggested.

"So do I. Let's go," the Doctor gestured.

"Someone's being a naughty boy," I followed after the others through the door near the table.

Me, Harry and Sarah confronted Nyder in the corridor. He backed away, then raised his cosh and the Doctor grabbed his arm from behind. They struggled and the cosh was dropped as well as the Time Ring, unnoticed. The Doctor picked up the cosh.

"Now where are you going in such a hurry," the Doctor asked.

"Davros has lost. I am getting awhile I can," Nyder replied.

"Oh. Somehow that just doesn't ring true."

"Why didn't you just join the other side?" Sarah asked.

"Unless you're not running away," I accused.

"Now that is a good question. Do you have a good answer? Evidently not. Well then, let's try something else. That tape recording you took, where is it?" the Doctor asked.

"Its put away in a safe in Davros' office," Nyder told us.

"Shall we go and see?" the Doctor asked.

"Down here," Nyder lead the way to Davros' office.

We got to the office where there is a wall safe in the middle of a large Elite corps symbol. The Doctor quickly examined it and turned to Nyder.

"Now, be reasonable and open it for us."

"Only Davros knows the combination," he claimed.

"Come on, Nyder, you can do better than that," Harry didn't buy it.

"Perhaps he's telling the truth," Sarah suggested.

"He's not. Look at it this way, Davros is confined to his chair, so he can't reach the safe. And he can only use his right hand. Also, Davros doesn't go anywhere without Nyder. So how does he get the safe open?" I asked her. The Doctor grinned at me and I blushed.

"Good girl, Emily. Therefore, Nyder opens the safe for him. Open it for us," the Doctor asked Nyder.

Nyder reached up and opened the safe, handing the tape to the Doctor.

"Thank you. Now lets destroy it."

"Er, how about this?" Sarah asked. The Doctor went over to examine what she found.

"How very apt. A Dalek gun." He placed the tape on the ground and fire the gun at it. Nyder ran out of the room. "There."

Harry ran for the door but it closed in his face and it refused to open.

"He's not important."

"What?" Sarah asked.

"We've got the Time Ring, we've destroyed the tape and Davros' power is broken," he clarified.

"What about the Daleks that are already operational?"

"Oh, I think we can leave Gharman to destroy them."

"That means we can leave, then," Harry said, happily.

"Yes, all we've got to do is touch the Time Ring." He pushed his sleeve up and his arm was bare.

"Really, Doctor?" I complained.

"Ah. I must have dropped it in the struggle in the corridor," he guessed.

"Well now we've got to get out of here," Sarah complained.

The Doctor tried using his sonic on the door.

"Even the sonic screwdriver won't open the door," he complained.

"Doctor," Sarah tried to get his attention.

"Huh?" I followed him as he went over to see what Harry and Sarah were viewing. On the monitor, the view was looking down at the laboratory.

"Why is it going on for so long?" Sarah asked.

"Who knows? Its out of character for Davros to submit quite so easily."

Apparently Davros knew what their plan was and wanted to see who was still loyal to him. He allowed the Daleks to enter, killing all the scientists and military.

We heard some footsteps outside, so we hid on either side of the door. Harry and Sarah on one side and the Doctor and I on the other. Since he was the taller one, he was leaning over me, which he didn't seem to mind. The door opened to reveal Sevrin.

"Sevrin!" Sarah yelled, happily.

"I haven't got much time. The Thals have set the explosives at the entrance. They'll detonate as soon as they're ready," he reported.

"What?" Sarah asked.

"Give me a moment to find the Time Ring," the Doctor asked.

We went back down the corridor and found it on the ground.

"Ah! Good. Lets go. Back, back!" the Doctor yelled as he saw the Daleks. We tried to hide but they're everywhere. "Back!"

We ran down another corridor when Sevrin noticed something.

"We're not far from the main entrance. If we can get through the next section, we'll be safe."

"Sarah, take this," the Doctor handed her the Time Ring. "I would've given it to Emily but I don't know when she might disappear. Sevrin, lead them to the main entrance. Get them out of here."

"Right," Sevrin replied.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"I'm going back to the incubator room. This time I'm going blow it up," he answered.

"Let us come with us," Sarah offered.

"No! Get out of here. Hurry. Now, go on. You too, Emily," he lightly ordered me. I followed Harry, Sarah and Sevrin.

We found the entrance and we quickly ran out. I found Bettan and a few others waiting there to detonate the explosives.

"Oh, I'd given up hope. Now quickly, move away. We're about to detonate," Bettan informed us.

"No, you can't, not yet," Sarah pleaded.

"You must wait," Harry added.

"Please, the Doctor is still inside," I asked.

"A few minutes, please," Sevrin pleaded.

"All right, a few minutes. But if there's any indication of the Daleks moving up that corridor, then I detonate," Bettan gave in slightly.

"We're getting a picture on one of these monitors," said one of the Thals. On the monitor was Davros ordering a patrol of Daleks to the main entrance, the entrance we were at.

"That's it. I can't wait any longer. Some of you get those doors closed. The rest of you move away," Bettan ordered.

"One more minute, please," Harry pleaded.

"I'm sorry," she apologised.

Me, Harry and Sarah watched through the small gap through the nearly closed doors.

"Fire," Bettan ordered.

A Thal lifted the plunger handle when I saw it.

"No, wait! He's coming! He's coming!" I called out as the Doctor ran towards the doors. He managed to squeeze through the gap as the Daleks rolled behind him at a slower pace.

"Quickly!" Sarah yelled.

The Doctor came over to us where it is was safe and the doors closed as the Daleks started to fire.

"Now!" Bettan ordered.

The Daleks on the other side of the door got caught in the explosion and the whole place shook with the massive explosion.

"The incubator room, were you able to do anything?" Sarah asked.

"Yes, with a little help from a Dalek. But I'm afraid I've only delayed them for a short time. Perhaps a thousand years," the Doctor replied.

"What?" I asked.

"In the total time scale, no more than that."

"Look," Harry pointe to the monitor. The Daleks were turning against Davros since they don't register Davros as being superior to them. They killed him.

"Damn it, I wanted to stay longer," I muttered under my breath as a headache started to form.

"You have to go now, don't you," the Doctor asked.

"Yeah, but can you answer one question for me? Who am I to you?"

"Someone very precious to me, that all you need to know."

"See you soon, Doctor. See you later, Harry, Sarah," I called to them. The orange flames took over my vision and I managed to hear the Doctor's replied.

"See you soon, Emily."

When I landed, I didn't stay on my feet too long as the room was shaking and I tripped over someone. I fell to the ground hard and my vision went black. I managed to see someone wearing a rainbow jacket before I blacked out.