Hello, sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I was on holiday.
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This next chapter changes a bit, focusing more on what the character are thinking while the episode goes on around them.
I felt it was better to do this in the 1st person, so without further ado: chapter 4!
The Cabinet War Rooms,WWII
JPOV
I bounded out of the Tardis, barely containing my excitement, to find myself nose to nose with a machine gun. Desperately fighting the urge to knock the gun out of the poor man's hand and fell his comrades with one burst, I sprang back, slamming against the double doors of the Tardis, sweaty palms flat against the cool blue wood. I felt the ships reassuring presence and was grateful for the comfort, but didn't relax my stance. My father came out gleeful and didn't seem at all fazed by all the weapons pointed at him. He only had eyes for the portly gentleman standing behind the soldiers, smoking a cigar. I immediately recognised him as the leader, and ignoring the various strategic and military calculations that my mind seemed so fond of providing, tried to concentrate on something else, anything else.
DPOV
I was worried. Oh, I hid it well, but somehow Winston, Amy and Donna all saw it. Jenny was having a hard time. She'd only just been initiated and here I was reminding her of the life she was created to lead. It was hurting her, the newfound freedom and pride of her race pitted against the harsh programming of her birth machine. I could feel her struggle, I hated the way she wanted to snap to attention every time an outranking officer walked past (which was often, she had been a lowly foot soldier, practically no status at all) but felt a swell of pride when she didn't. Small, little, insignificant things were torturing her, and I wished I could help. But how? Would she accept my guidance? She'd see it as a sign of weakness, rather than a responsible acceptance of her own limits. I almost scoffed. The suffocating limitations of the academy and the entire Time Lord society were precisely what had alienated me from my peers in the first place. And was it right? My own family had left me to deal on my own, feeling that these challenges were part of the journey of self discovery that began after initiation.
How in Rassilon's name could I judge what was best, when my own experiences were so far off?
I was so preoccupied that I barely noticed my surroundings and the various warnings that would have alerted me to what I was about to see. Stepping out of the lift with Amy and Jenny (Donna had stayed behind, the lift was small and 'she wasn't gonna squeeze beside some spaceman to see a weapon that was spacey and listen to me babbling for hours.'
Returning to the present, I watched the German bombers approaching with a mounting sense of dread. I heard the shots of the new mystery weapon, numbly recognizing the sound but refusing to follow to its conclusion and inevitable meaning until...
No! No! Not them, not now, surely they could stay dead or gone... I stared at the Dalek with pure loathing. I questioned it, barely reigning in my fury at the sheer...cheek of it. Earth was MY planet to defend, Daleks were monsters, Daleks did NOT help humans. NO.
I tried desperately to convince Winston of the danger, but he was having none of it. I noted somewhere in the back of my mind the change in my old friend. The Churchill on the phone sounded concerned and cautious. Now he was quite the opposite. I appealed to Amy for help, and then Donna, but both looked at me in confusion.
"Amy, tell me you remember the Daleks." I implored. The young woman shook her head and my understanding of the universe fell apart.
"That's not possible"
Donna, I could understand, the woman was clearly an alien repellent. All that time searching for me and the one time she thought it was a hoax... and before with the Cybermen... If we could bottle it, the Earth would be safe until Bowie Base One. But Amy? Both women ignorant of such important historical events was clearly too much of a coincidence. Jenny had heard of the Daleks, I'd told her about them in that jail cell, when she'd rebuked my hypocrisy of acting like a soldier. The LAST thing I wanted was for her to get involved. I tried to send her back, but she had refused, point blank. She had been quite stunned by the surge of hate that I'd felt when we'd first clapped eyes on those infernal creatures and she reminded me that she was the only one that believed me when I said the Ironsides were dangerous and that we were now both facing our demons, so it be best if we stuck together.
Despite this, I made sure that I was shielding Jenny in whichever way possible whenever a Dalek was in the room. I was certain that they already knew she was a Time Lady, and had probably analyzed her DNA and knew her parentage as well, but it didn't hurt to take precautions. Besides, when the Daleks finally decided to show their true colours, which they would, no doubt about it, it would be best if I were the first to be shot, not Jenny. Not that either of our lives would last much longer when that moment came.
Interrogating the professor didn't prove to be very helpful, but I did discover various other inventions that the Daleks had generously provided the Allies, smashing the Laws of Time to pieces with a sledgehammer in the process.
With this in mind, my next actions were quite violent and out of character. Somewhere deep down, I was ashamed to stoop so low, especially in front of my daughter and best friends, but the truth HAD to be known. And it had to be known now.
JPOV
I watched in horror as my father bludgeoned the outer casing of his sworn enemy, and tore down the figure of respect and peace that I had placed on a pedestal. I could feel his cold fury as he dealt blow after blow, hammering cruel nails into my chest as he did so. I had trusted his judgement, trusted him, and he was breaking my hearts. I faintly heard a voice yelling at me to wake up, and I wished I could, that this was just a dream, that we had never come here...
"I am the Doctor and YOU ARE THE DALEKS!"
"Correct"
I couldn't bring myself to feel glad that the deception was over, nor worried about where these killing machines had gone now. I wanted to run, run far far away, not look back, never stop for one minute, because then I'd have to think, consider the man I had idolized in the short time I'd known him. At this point, if I were a normal child, with normal parents, I'd insist on going home. But where was home, for me now? The Tardis was where he was, so that was out of the question. Was hiding in a broom cupboard childish when you're less than two weeks old? Amy and Winston were helping ...fix the situation; Shrugging off Donna couldn't have been easier, so now I'm alone. And for the first time in my existence, I let myself cry.
DonnaPOV
I found Jenny asleep in the closet where she'd hidden herself. Once I'd dragged her out, couldn't have them thinking she was a coward could I?, I enlisted the help of a soldier to carry her into the Tardis - The Doctor had left because of a double cross or something, I couldn't have cared less and if the Earth were not in peril right at that very moment I'd have given him more than just a slap. I didn't need a super alien power to see how the episode with the Dalek had affected Jenny. I'd let her go on purpose, she needed time alone to think. But when she didn't come back...
He could have at least warned her, explained the plan or ...something. Make it a bit less of a shock. I heard Amy and the Doctor come back inside, and I went back out to give him a piece of my mind, but the look on his face stopped me. He looked ...broken. Amy explained afterwards that he didn't like the fact that he'd let the Daleks go. Secretly I was glad he did, adding Genocide to the mix wasn't going to help in the slightest. Amy had a more concrete reason. To think he was hurting because he had chosen to save the Earth, it was utterly absurd. I told him so, and he nodded. When he inquired as to Jenny's wellbeing, I frostily informed him that he had some serious explaining to do and that I didn't think she would forgive his betrayal anytime soon. He nodded again, as if he expected nothing less. If I weren't so mad, I'd have considered comforting him. But I was with Jenny on this one.
Things were going to get frosty in the Tardis. Jenny needed an explanation, and from the look on her face when the Doctor screamed at the Dalek, she had seriously considered leaving. I knew the Doctor would be hearts-broken at this decision. He had brought it on himself, yet Jenny was too young to really be left alone. While she was a soldier, she was mature, an adult. But with us, she'd let herself be more vunerable, because, let's face it under the soldier, there wasn't much. Suppressing her programming made her like a child again. How could he not have seen this? Had he really thought he could get away with this, without repercussions?
I wasn't sure I wanted to take my turn in choosing the destination tomorrow. I had soooo wanted to meet Agatha Christie. Stupid Spaceman.
The Library, 51st century
Jenny wake up! Jenny please, please wake up!
I knew that voice;it was that same voice, the one I keep hearing, it's everywhere! Someone was calling me, but why? I wasn't asleep, I'd never felt more awake! I'd just reached the Library. It was bustling with life, there'd been a...pest problem recently, but the lady at the desk assured me, quite forcefully, that there was nothing to fear. I inquired about books on Time Lords, and was pointed to the mythology section. I was getting used to this, myths, legends, untrue, fairytale. The odd believer, who either spat at the very mention of their name and warned me no good would come of them, or said simply that the Time War wiped them out. I didn't find many good references, most people said that they were old men who looked down on the universe and never left their home planet, and never allowed aliens to visit. "Didn't want to mingle with the filth" as one mythologist put it. I stopped telling people who I was, the reactions were tiresome, they were either fans of my dad, old enemies of his, or of the Time Lords in general or people thinking I was crazy. So I was "Doing a holiday project for school". Most people bought it, though not without the raised eyebrows.
At last, a promising volume! I pulled it down carefully, as it was clearly ancient. Opening the cover of the unnamed book, I was surprised to note that the title page had been ripped out, so there was no title, no author, just text. I sat down to read, curious as to what the unknown book contained.
Unknown to Jenny, the author, a long time ago and several galaxies away, sat down to write the first words in beautiful elegant writing:
The Doctor's
One Hundred Year
Diary
So there it is! I thought Jenny would find this situtation stressful rather than feeling at home in the War Rooms. I also thought that though she was programmed to expect violence, for her, it would be quite a shock to see it coming from him.
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Agatha next, despite what Donna thinks.
