A/N: Sorry this took me sooo long to upload, school work and that :S But here it is, the next chapter :D I hope it was worth the wait. Please review :)

The Endless War

Chapter Four: Fight, Fight and Fight Again

"Run!" For cried, but he didn't need to, they were both pelting away from the room, dodging chunks of debris and sparking wires until they found a turn and dived around the corner. They stood, backs flat against the cold steel wall, The Doctor holding the screwdriver tightly in both hands.

There they stood for a moment or two, ears straining for any sign of their enemy, but when they heard none, they exchanged quizical looks. "Is it just me," For whispered, "or is there a distinct lack of danger in this situation?" The Doctor peeked slowly around the corner to find it only harboring broken slabs of metal and stone.

"Thought I didn't like it," he whispered back, grinning as he began to creep back down the empty hallway. Setting his screwdriver to the lowest setting he scanned ahead, a confused look falling upon his features. Slowly, the Darlek in the doorway came into view and he saw why it had registered no life signs.

Now that they were looking at it from the side, they could see that the back of its shell had been completely blown apart. As The Doctor squeezed past the shell he saw the that the sickening creature, the real Darlek (made from mutated Kaled cells), was now dead having lost all life-support and at least half of its living body. The Doctor placed the screwdriver back into his pocket. "Those must have been its final words. Even in death they'll never change."

For was confused at The Doctor's solemn voice. "Are you, feeling empathy for a Darlek?"

The Doctor looked at his friend, and saw the hatred burning in his eyes. He used to be like that, so full of hatred, but even he couldn't wish this upon anything. Empathy, however, may be taking it a bit too far. "Oh no. Just, sickening to see that's all." For looked sceptical, but he didn't press the point, instead running his ring across the casing. His eyebrow rose.

"This casing is new," he muttered, "brand new. Like it's literally just been made." The Doctor was looking around the room, finding it completely bare except for one wall-mounted screen above another domed switch. He strode of to it while For began to scan the remains, wrinking his nose. "Now this is interesting."

"What?" The Doctor replied, sonicing the switch continuously while the screen flickered and sparked into life. "What is it?"

"It's this body," For replied, scanning the body again. "It's old. The casing is new, I'd say barely a day out of a factory but the body... it's atleast two-hundred years old."

The Doctor stopped sonicing and turned to look a For, his face clearly worried. "A Darlek that's lived for two-hundred years? Their mutated counterparts must be using temporal technology. This could get complicated."

"Can Darleks use time-travel?" The Doctor was surprised. It must be very early in the war for him if they hadn't started using time-travel yet. He remembered when it had begun, barely six decades into the war. Of course then they had given it to their younger selves and re-written it all. That was how the endless war had begun. Fights would be fought and won by one side, only to have the other side go back and re-write it their favour, and again and again. So many of his friends had died before his eyes, so many times. The age old anger flared within his hearts.

"Oh they can," he muttered darkly. "We have to get back to the TARDIS," he began to walk to the door, barred by the dead Darlek. "If we can get to your's we can return before this war began and iniciate a temporal field. No more time travel." For was still staring at the screen, and when The Doctor turned around he saw that his eyes were wide and his jaw was dropped in horror.

"You'll have a job," his voice come out low and cracked. On the screen there were eight Darleks surrounding the spot where the TARDIS stood, but facing outwards, their weapons trained everywhere away from as if guarding it. The Doctor walked up to the screen and then slapped his hand against the wall next to it.

"Of course! They'll be on the look out for temporal energy and we just gave them the largest pool of the vortex this side of the time-stream!" For looked on as his friend hit his head aginst the cool wall.

"At least you cloaked it," he said calmly. "They have no idea what it is, they just know that it is powerful and that whoever owns it isn't there. They're waiting for him." The Doctor wasn't exactly reassured by that.

He turned around and headed for the other door that lead into another corridor, this one much larger and made of ice-cold stone. There was a slit that ran along the wall, as wide as he was tall, that showed an entirely barren landscape. There were scorch marks varying from miniscule prinpricks to building sized craters and in the distance, pitch-black smoke could be seen, spiralling up into a red sky coated with sickening green clouds of smog. "We need to find their data-core," he said solemly, looking at For as he stared at the landscape. The Doctor suddenly remembered that he had never seen Skaro. "We have to find out everything about what happened."

"But we can't let them to continue to use time-travel either," For muttered. "They know someone is here and with time-travel this could get complicated." He looked at The Doctor's older face, wondering just how old he must be. He seemed so much older than he had been the last time they'd met. "One of us is going to have to go and investigate..." before he could react The Doctor was off, running down the corridor and stopping as he reached a large sliding door, sonic in hand.

"I'll see you later!" he shouted down the hall, seeing For shaking his head in disbelief. It was a strange friendship, sometimes it would feel like he was looking after For, and others it would feel like he was the one that needed caring for.

"Oh but Doctor," For called back, raising and dropping his arms in a defeated gesture, "records are no fun!" The Doctor had finished opening the door and now pointed his sonic at his friend speaking into the side of his screwdriver, his voice coming from the ring on For's finger.

"Have fun! I'll see you later!" For saw his friend grin in a way that was so very recognizable and then duck through the crack in the door, which closed behind him.

A/N: There you are :) Both alone in the Darlek stronghold, nothing could possibly go wrong ;) Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon :D Wish me luck and please review! :)