Once the Dalek ship flew away Eleven went out to the door to inspect the damage. "Not too bad. Shouldn't take too long to repair."
"You just sent my daughter on a Dalek ship… and you're concerned about your door?!" Donna yelled at him. Ten was just calmly staring at him as if he found him fascinating.
"There should be some wood to repair this downstairs…" Eleven completely ignored Donna and went to the stairs.
"I can't believe this. You're just going to let her go? Be converted? What's happened to you? Do you not care about anyone anymore?"
"I am going after her. I promised her." Eleven said tightly.
"Then what are you doing waiting around for?!"
"Sorry, but in case you haven't noticed Donna… TIME MACHINE." He brought a piece of wood upstairs and began fixing what was left of the door. "Now if the both of you could please leave it would be greatly appreciated."
"Sorry. Can't do that." Ten said with his hands in his coat pockets. Eleven stared at him blankly. "You've involved us now and I'm not walking away when you've so stupidly put Donna's daughter in danger."
"You're not coming." Eleven said stubbornly and continued repairing the door. "I'm not having one of you get killed and then you cause a paradox."
"And I'm not letting you leave an eighteen year old girl defenseless on a Dalek ship." Ten was almost yelling now.
"I didn't leave her defenseless!" Eleven dropped what he was doing and marched up to Ten until they were face to face, "Sarah and I have a plan. We don't need either of your help. Now leave."
"Well that was a nice try, but I'm staying and so is Donna."
Eleven muttered a few choice words and stalked back to the door and viciously repaired it. Donna stared at him with narrowed eyes and a slow smile crept on her face, "You like her."
Eleven's hand slipped as he hit his finger with the hammer, he yelled in pain, and then with his finger in his mouth he turned to Donna, "Like who? Sarah? Of course I like her."
"No, not like. I mean like like." She waggled her eyebrows.
Eleven turned his face blank and resumed his work on the door, "I only met her today. And besides, I'm married."
"What?" Ten asked incredulously.
"Spoilers." Eleven muttered.
"I don't care who you're married to. You like Sarah. I can see it." Donna smiled.
"No. I don't. And quite frankly, you're getting on my nerves." He finished the door and then strode back to the control center, "Now, time to think of a brilliant plan to get Sarah and all the humans she's going to convert out of Dalek territory safely."
"I thought you already had a plan?" Donna asked.
"Donna what's rule number one?" Ten glanced over at her.
She rolled her eyes, "The Doctor always lies."
"Bingo!" Eleven yelled, "But I didn't completely lie, I have a plan for Sarah I just need to figure out how I'm going to get her out of there…" He began pacing, "So let's think… Who do we know that is very good at breaking in and out of places, can kill a Dalek in five seconds flat, and seems utterly harmless." He stopped pacing and began to smile, "River."
"Who?" Donna and Ten chimed in.
"River Song." He repeated, and with that he set the TARDIS in motion, arriving outside River's home.
It had been three months and Sarah had fallen into a ritual. The Daleks would fly her to a new location every day, and every day they let her out for six hours on her own. She was ordered to find three humans a day to bring back onto the ship and convert. The Doctor was right, it hadn't been difficult to create a solution that would convert a human back with the sound of the sonic. The Daleks hadn't been able to detect the malfunction either, which was great.
The Doctor. The minute she thought of him, her heart ached. Some days it was hard to believe he would be coming back to save her from this Hell she found herself in every day. Every night she cried herself to sleep, and every morning when she woke from dreams of traveling with the Doctor, she would begin to cry. Sarah wasn't sure why she felt so attached to him. She had only known him a few hours before he had made her his sacrificial lamb. Maybe it was because he was the first person to make her feel like she actually mattered. The Doctor was the only person who fully understood Sarah.
On the one hundredth day of being aboard the Dalek ship, Sarah brought back to the ship three more captives. Well, they weren't captives, really. Sarah had informed all of them before bringing them back to the ship that the conversion was only temporary and they wouldn't remember a thing about it when they woke up. Which was true, Sarah had made sure of it when making the solution. She walked past the Daleks confidently with her captives in tow, muttering abusive words at them and roughly pushing them along. This was all part of the act of gaining the Daleks' trust; which also hadn't been hard at all. If you acted hateful towards any being other than themselves, you were OK in their book. When they weren't around, she was a different person.
When the four of them reached her lab, she shoved them through the door after unlocking it. (She had convinced the Daleks it was a precaution in case someone tried to hijack the ship so they wouldn't be able to steal the solution, when in reality she just didn't want them in the one room she could call her own.) When they arrived in the room, music was blasting from the radio Sarah had bought on one of her daily six hour trips.
"That's weird…" She muttered, "I could've sworn I shut that off." She stalked over to the radio as it sang: "Tomorrow we'll discover what our God in Heaven has in store." She hit the off button, but it continued right on singing. "One more dawn," Frowning, she hit the button again. "One more day." She sighed, "What the—" She went to hit the button again, but stopped as the last line was sung, "One… Day… More!" The radio abruptly ceased and a piece of paper popped out of the radio where the cassette tapes should go. Sarah grabbed it and violently opened it:
Your lab is quite impressive, I must say. –Doctor
Sarah squealed and spun around to see the captives looking very confused, "Sorry. It's just… He didn't forget! The Doctor!" Realizing she was yelling, she lowered her voice, "He's coming to save us!" Just then a second piece of paper popped out of the radio. Again, Sarah grabbed it.
Oh, and pack your bags, Temple. I'm busting you out of here tomorrow. –Doctor
She was so happy she was honestly surprised she didn't burst into tears right then and there. "Oh, Doctor. You have no idea how happy I am to hear that." She muttered to herself.
"Doctor. Who? Doctor. Whooooo?" Sarah's blood ran cold. There was a Dalek in here. It had heard every word she had said in the past five minutes.
She spun around to face it, "What are you talking about?"
"Who. Is. This. Savior. You. Speak. Of?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You. Shall. Be. Moved. To. The. Jail. Cell. On. Charge. Of. Treason. Teleport. Teleport!"
Sarah panicked, "No, no please!" She began running around the lab to avoid its ray, but there's only so many places you can run in a lab when a Dalek is firing all around the room at rapid speed. Before she knew it, she was in the dark in what she assumed was the jail cell. Now how was she supposed to save everyone from down here?
Sarah sank down to the ground, curled around herself, and began to cry. She had disappointed the Doctor and sent the entire Earth to its doom all because she couldn't keep her mouth shut. Three months of hard work thrown out the window. In that moment, all she wanted was to be a five-year-old girl, baking cookies with her mother in the kitchen.
