Chapter 7: Neo

I stood up slowly, wiping down my clothes from the dust on the floor. Offering a hand to pull Skye up, I hugged her again. "Skye, I'm so glad to see you."

She smiled back. "Are you okay?"

I nodded.

"Martha Jones," I heard the American say.

"Captain Jack." Martha replied. I turned around to see them hugging.

"It's great to see you!" he told her before he pulled away. He then turned to me, holding out his hand,

"Captain Jack Harkness," He introduced himself. I shook his hand.

"Neo,"

"Isn't Neo a guy's name?" he joked. At the comment, I stepped backwards, dropping the handshake.

"It's short for Neoma, but I don't like Neoma. Neo suits me better."

"Fine by me," He grinned.

Another voice spoke, "While we're all introducing ourselves, I'm Amy." Her accent was Scottish. "And I think we'd better move soon- the Daleks will be here soon."

"Which way should we go?" Martha asked. She looked at Amy then at Skye. "I'm Martha, by the way,"

"Skye,"

"There's only one way to go," Jack said, he pointed down the corridor and began to run. We all followed behind him.

He stopped at the end of the corridor. "The Daleks are there," Jack whispered. "They must have heard the explosion of the incinerator."

I froze, a sudden chill surrounding my bones.

"If we're quick, we might be able to sneak past them when they are looking away," he said. He turned to me, "We should go one at a time. It will be quieter that way."

I nodded nervously.

"When I say, run to the ledge over the other side of the room,"

I followed his gaze. At the corner of the room was a small ledge with a gap behind it big enough to hide behind.

"Me?" I said quietly, shocked. "They'll see me!"

"Not if you run as silently and quickly as you can on my word."

I gulped, taking in a breath, ready to run. The Dalek's eye swivelled around, scanning the room.

"Ohmigod," I muttered under my breath, fear pulsing through me veins.

"Now!"

My heart launched as a bolted across the room. Adrenalin surged through my body. A scream almost escaped my throat as I saw the Dalek, but silently as a shadow, I glided across the room, somehow managing to tread softly.

Almost skidding as I reached the ledge, ducking behind it. Too scared to breathe, I crouched down not daring to peak over the top. I waited for the next person to run across the room.