On the Dalek ship...
River had just teleported herself and her men onto what appeared to be the main white hall that had a dark metal backdrop across the floors. The walls from top to bottom included giant windows, which showed a massive outlook of space, that covered the entire wall and caught Sam's eyes immediately. His face lit up in awe and shock upon realizing they were in space. Jack's eyes wandered the halls, expecting some kind of threat waiting in the shadows as he pulled out his pistol. Thor started to walk off and explore on his own with determination, mind set on retrieving Mjolnir, when River grabbed him by the wrist. "Where do you think you're going?" She asked in a whisper.
"Where do you think?" Thor asked aloud.
"Hush!" She warned Thor. "You have no idea just how dangerous these creatures are and neither do you!" She turned her head briefly to Sam and Dean before reverting back to Thor. "As dangerous as those things are, whatever is residing inside The Doctor is even more dangerous so we all have to stand close, stay on our toes, eyes peeled, and voices down. Do you all understand?"
Thor reluctantly nodded. Dean nodded as well. "Alright, lets go." Dean said as he briefly tapped his brother on the shoulder and started to walk off, but Sam, still in awe, gripped his arm tight. "Dean...Dean..." He desperately wanted Dean's attention right now. Dean just had to see this, he thought.
"What? Woah...is that..." Dean was caught off guard by Sam's sudden plea, but then became just as awe-struck as Sam when he finally caught glimpse of the window.
River quickly sprinted over to the brothers with wide eyes, fearing that something was wrong as she pulled out her sonic blaster defensively. "What is it? Don't just stand around like ninnies!"
"We're...in space." Sam sputtered out the only words he managed to let out. He always loved the stars since he was a little kid. They were one of the few things in the world that not only made sense but didn't seem crazy or out to get him. Even when he was at his loneliness, he found comfort in the stars above to clear and ease his mind if only for a moment.
"We're on a spaceship." River pointed out with a shrug.
"Which is in space." Dean sputtered himself as he looked outside at space along with his brother. He would never admit it to anyone...not even his brother...but he was always fascinated by the stars. After staring at the stars on the hood on the Impala while on stakeout on hunting trips for years, he's gotten a little sentimental about them. Now he was more up, close, and personal with the stars now than he ever dreamed he'd be.
River sighed and rolled her eyes. She could understand why two earthlings would be awed by their first pure sight of space, but this was wasting time. They needed to get moving and find her husband. Or what's left of him. She considered bringing the brothers on a trip when this is all said and done. "Earth is in space too but I don't see you two oohing and aahing about that rock. Now keep your voices down and come on."
Sam and Dean sighed and nodded, getting one last look at space before moving on with the others.
Meanwhile...on Earth...
The UNIT helicopter landed in front of Nick Fury. Out of the driver's seat came Martha Jones-Smith and from the back, Mickey Smith. They stepped off the plane together. "Can I help you two?" Fury asked, already annoyed by a UNIT member's presence.
Martha recognized Fury's voice almost immediately as she walked up to him alongside her husband. "You must be SHIELD Commander Fury. I heard your voice on the phone. I'm Martha Jones-Smith. This is my husband and UNIT partner Mickey Smith. We need a word."
"Hmm...so this is the famous Mrs. Jones." Fury pointed out, given he's heard of her reputation but never actually saw her until now.
"Smith-Jones, actually." Mickey corrected, which caught him a glare from Fury.
"Regardless, impressive reputation aside, you kids must be lost because UNIT is somewhere that way across the pond." He said pointing in the opposite direction.
Mickey scoffed as his wife simply glared at Fury. "That's real funny, mate. Now if you excuse us, commander rank aside, we've got business to tend to." Mickey said cheekily as he brushed passed Fury, patting him on the back. Or at least he tried to brush passed him if Fury didn't halt Mickey in an annoyed fury, no pun intended, by unintentionally-but lightly-shoving Mickey back.
"Now wait a minute now. If you think I'm just gonna let two operatives from UNIT waltz into my base unannounced, you're mistaken." He stated with clear authority in his voice.
"Fury, with all due respect, we weren't asking for permission. We'd prefer answers." Martha spoke up as she brushed Fury aside swiftly and quickly made her way inside, leaving an appalled Fury just standing there. Mickey followed her afterwards giving Fury a brief shrug.
Once inside, the couple pushed SHIELD operatives out of their way as Fury followed them, shoving others out of his way as he charged with determination until The Smiths made their way into the meeting room. They first caught sight of Rose Tyler, to Rose's apparent surprise. "Martha? Mickey?! What are you two doing here?!" She asked in shock as Fury made his way inside shortly.
"Evidently trespassing." Fury angrily interrupted. "Does Brigadier Stewart know of this intrusion?"
"Of course. She cleared it." Martha told him before quickly beginning to ignore Fury and turning her attention back to Rose. "Now, Rose, what is going on? What happened to The Doct-"
"Oh my God..." Mickey interrupted in awe as he examined the rest of the room. Specifically, at the moment, Sherlock. "You...you're Sherlock Holmes! And you're Watson!" He then shifted to the men at the table. "You two...Rogers and Banner! Two of those Avenger blokes that saved New York last year! And you..." He paused in confusion and slight curiosity when he glanced over to Castiel leaning against the wall. "I don't know who you are."
"I'm an angel of the lord." Cas introduced himself rather bluntly and of course dryly.
Though he didn't realize there was truth in that statement, it still caught Mickey off guard causing him to raise his eyebrows at the stranger in the overcoat. "That's a new one. That a pick up line or a catchphrase?"
"Who cares?!" Martha asked aloud before Castiel could even clarify. "What is going on?!" Martha asked Rose.
"What's about to go on is you two stepping off my premises." Fury butted in, clearly agitated. "The Brigadier didn't notify me of your arrival. Therefore you're both trespassing so I will ask you two nicely to leave or else I'll have my operatives escort you out myself."
Martha glared angrily at Fury, insulted even. Not even two minutes in the building and this man was being difficult without even hearing their side of the story. All in all, Martha began to believe Fury was showing more signs of being an inconvenience than an actual leader. "Is that supposed to be a threat?" She inquired.
"No! No one is threatening anyone!" Rose tried to intervene. "Look, Commander, these two may actually be of some help. I can explain everything to them and then they can prove their worth. I promise."
Fury reluctantly and frustratingly sighed as Rose did in fact begin to tell Martha everything that had been going on as of late after Fury waved on a sign of approval with his hand.
Back on the Dalek ship...
The five continued to roam the ship, looking attentively as they examined each room they walked passed. They stopped when they found a telescopic manipulator arm laying on the ground next to broken pieces of a Dalek's outer shell throughout the ground. Jack picked up the manipulator arm and shared the same surprised and horrified expression as River Song beside him. "He...that...whatever's inside him...you don't think it could have done this, do you?"
"If it did, then it's much more dangerous than we could have fathomed before." River said as she looked down at the broken pieces. Her eyes shifted at hunks of meat that were stomped into oblivion on the far end corner. She grimaced when she realized she was looking at a dead Dalek out of it's shell.
"What is that?" Thor asked out of confusion and curiosity.
River sighed. "That is part of a Dalek. Or at least what remains of it's armor. And that in the corner is what's left of it's body." She said, pointing at the meat in the corner. Sam, Dean, and Thor shifted their eyes to the corner and saw what looked like someone stomped on a beef patty with some puke on it.
Dean's eyes shifted back at the manipulator arm as Jack set it back quietly on the ground. "So a part of their armor is a plunger?" He scoffed softly.
"Laugh if you will, Dean, but believe me when I say Daleks are the most dangerous beings in the planet even if they don't look the part." Jack pointed out with a sigh as he remembered that the first time he died was at the hands of a Dalek.
"Come on." River muttered as she began to lead the way down the hall. The more the four continued to walk, the closer they began to hearing someone speaking behind two double doors. Not a Dalek's voice, but something more mannish. They hid behind the doors and through the windows saw The Doctor giving a speech to the Daleks with some files in his hand. His voice was inaudible to the five. "My God..." River gasped softly as she laid her eyes on what used to be her husband. "It's him." She whispered to the others, eyes widened.
"He changed again? Regenerated I mean?" Jack asked in a whisper to which River mournfully nodded.
"What's regeneration? And those pepper shakers, those are Daleks? How dangerous can they be?" Dean asked as confused as Thor and his brother as to what was going on behind that door.
"Everytime he dies, instead of passing, he becomes a new person. Those pepper shakers, again, are one of the most dangerous monsters you boys have ever laid eyes on. Put a creature inside The Doctor that schemes with the Daleks is the worst thing that could happen at the moment." River elaborated, despite her mind going rampant as to what this creature inside her husband could be doing with the Daleks.
"Shouldn't we do something then?" Asked an anxious Thor.
"Not without a plan. We need to think." River pointed out.
"WHO DARES INTRUDE ON THE DALEKS?!" Asked three angry Daleks approaching them from behind.
"Crap." Sam muttered as he, along with the other four, begrudgingly turned around.
"Too late." Jack added as he dropped his pistol onto the ground and held his hands up defensively along with River.
Dean raised his eyes at them. "What, we're not even gonna fight the bastards off?"
"Believe me, you do not want to fight these guys off when they're phasers are set to kill. Time and a place, Dean." Jack whispered to Dean. Dean sighed as him, Thor, and Sam reluctantly put their hands up.
"We have intruders!" The Daleks exclaimed as they guided the five through the door.
"Well...well...well..." The Doctor stated sinisterly with a grin when they caught his sight, especially when he laid eyes on River. "...look who came crawling in-tru-da-window."
Elsewhere...back at SHIELD...
Rose had just had explained everything that had happened the past few weeks that led them here, leaving momentary silence as Martha and Mickey stood there with matching shocked expressions. Until Mickey finally spoke up. "Wow...never thought The Doctor would have been one to get married."
Rose looked at him with an eyebrow raise. "After all that, that's what you caught from that story?"
"I got plenty from that story." Mickey quickly jumped to his defensives. "One thing I got was that The Doctor needs our help."
"And he's getting ours." Fury decided to butt in. "That's why we've enlisted the help of all these people. That's why Dr. Song is off with Jack, Thor, and The Winchesters. The Winchesters who will help exorcise the damn demon out of The Doctor so rest assured, he is getting our help and we don't need yours."
"And how long has it been since they left for this mission?" Martha inquired.
Fury looked at the watch on his wrist before answering. "A little less than an hour."
Martha's eyes widened, appalled. "And you're not the least bit worried? That's not the least bit suspicious to you at all?"
"Dr. Song is a professional. She knows what she's doing." Fury elaborated.
"And what about everyone else on her team?" Martha quickly retaliated. "I take it this is The Winchester's first trip into space, am I right? And correct me if I'm wrong, but Thor comes off like a bit of a hothead. And as competent of a soldier that Jack is, he has a tendency to die a lot. Don't you think a demon would just a field day with something you can't kill?"
"She has it under control!"
"You don't know that for sure!"
"EVERYONE! SHUT UP!" Sherlock abruptly blurted out. Everyone else in the room, aside from Watson who was already face palming at this point, turned their attention to the detective. Sherlock cleared his throat and rose from his seat as if nothing was wrong. "Look, I've stood and watched you all bicker like bumbling fools for far too long now. It's gotten much more tedious the longer it progressed. Now, all I want is something to do or I will be forced to take myself and my assistant back to London immediately because it's clear you don't need my help acting like idiots."
Fury groaned to himself as he brushed the top of his own head. Not only because of Sherlock's scolding, but because he knew Sherlock was right. He especially sighed at that realization as he put his hands on his own hips. He turned to Maria Hill across the room. "Agent Hill, will you please escort Sherlock and John to the lab with Fitzsimmons to work."
"But, sir, that's Level 7." Hill objected.
"I'm sure Holmes can handle himself." Fury stated with ease to which Agent Hill just nodded and escorted the detective and his assistant out to Fitzsimmons. The rest of the meeting room grew quiet for a moment before Fury decided to break the silence. "He's right. We've been acting a bit foolish."
Martha scoffed, trying her hardest not to flat out laugh in Fury's face. "We? You're the one who couldn't put your precious ego aside to discuss our affairs. I mean, seriously. Please tell me all of you at SHIELD are this posh?"
"Alright! I was a jackass. Let's move on!" An infuriated Fury interrupted, trying to take the spotlight off of himself. "If you truly insist on helping Dr. Song and her team, how do you intend to do that on Earth? You can't just poof onto the Dalek ship."
"Actually, that's exactly what I plan to do." Martha mentioned as she motioned to the new and improved Project Indigo transporter on her wrist.
Back on the Dalek ship...
Our five heroes, now in the room they saw The Doctor in, were surrounded by Daleks as The Doctor stood at the forefront, seconds away from gloating. "Quite a team you've got here, Dr. Song." Sarcasm oozed from The Doctor's mouth. "You brought the God of Thunder, Captain Snarkness, The Boy King, and his burn out of a brother fresh out of Purgatory." That last bit especially got Dean's blood in a boiling rage as he glared at the bowtied stranger. "Honestly, I expected more from you lot." The Doctor added at last.
"Look, chuckles..." Dean started off with anger and arrogance. "...I don't know you or the poor bastard you're possessing, but-"
Dean was interrupted by a persistent chuckle from The Doctor. "Oh, but the funny thing is, Dean, that I know a whole lot about you. And your brother. And this whole team that River has wrangled up. Thanks to these files." He proceded to pull out some SHIELD files out of his jacket pocket.
River's eyes widened in utter shock and confusion. "How on Earth did you get those?"
"I believe that 'Spoilers' is the motto for you, correct?" The Doctor inquired sarcastically with a slight grin as he put the files back in his pocket. "I'd like to borrow that motto just for the moment. Lets not spoil the fun, love."
"I'm not your love." River barked back defiantly.
The Doctor chuckled some more, putting his hands in his pants pockets. "River, don't play the tough gal role. Not when you're so far out of your element. It's far from believable. This..." His eyes turned black. "...situation we have is more of a matter for The Winchesters. Looking at those files, I see that's why you brought them in but let me tell you..." He rolled up his sleeve and revealed the branded binding link. The boys recognized the symbol immediately and both gasped. "...you might need a new game plan." As he rolled down his sleeve back, he noticed River was completely clueless as to what exactly was on his wrist. His eyes reverted back to normal with a blink. "You look a bit lost there, Dr. Song. Care to explain to her, boys?" He looked onto the brothers with a smile.
Sam sighed sympathetically at River. He had no idea what kind of man The Doctor was, but he knew that watching her husband turn into this monster couldn't have been easy on River. "That's a binding link. It means unless it's burned off, the demon is locked inside of the host's body. But since that this...thing...has branded it into your husband's skin, I'm not sure it can be burned off." He explained somberly to River. She gave a sorrowful frown that The Doctor just relished in.
"In other words...I'm here to stay." The Doctor added in a sinister tone with a shit eating grin.
"I don't care. Mark my words...I will find a way to kill you." River muttered in a hurt tone.
"Yes, well, that's easier said than done." The Doctor retaliated. "First, you'll have to get off this ship and we both know that's impossible. You'll be enslaved in one of our cages for the rest of your days. Or lack therof." He said with a wink towards Jack.
Jack threw a glare towards The Doctor. "Look, pal, if you're talking impossible stuff...you're just preaching to the choir for impossibilities. Impossible is just another word in the dictionary for us so-" At that very moment, River and Jack quickly draw their sonic blasters and pointed them at The Doctor. The Daleks all began to raise their phasers and set them to kill. "DISARM AND EXTERMINATE!" One Dalek ordered.
"Set your phasers down!" The Doctor ordered to the Daleks, who obliged, as he whipped out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at River and Jack in what had now become a sort of Mexican Standoff. Thor and The Winchesters stood and watched alarmed, feeling defenseless. "I've got this." The Doctor added.
River raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to do with The Doctor's sonic screwdriver? It's not a weapon."
"Ah, correction, Mrs. Song. It wasn't a weapon until I made some modifications." The Doctor spouted with a grin. "I never understood why a man of so much potential...so much intelligence...would want to use all of it to build a toy. So I turned it into a weapon. Just like he made you into a weapon."
"He found me as a weapon. He turned me into a caring weapon." River barked back as she kept a stern eye on the demon and keeping her blaster pointed squarely at him, as did Jack, though neither were sure if they could shoot The Doctor. They knew there was still a part of The Doctor residing in the demon and they didn't want to risk harming him.
"Which is a wasted weapon nonetheless." The Doctor retaliated, swaying his sonic screwdriver in his hand as he directed it at Jack and River. "Speaking of weapons, I suggest you put yours away. You'll never shoot your husband. Maybe Jacky Boy over there would, but not you." He then directed his attention to Jack, who was glaring at The Doctor with the sinister grin on his face. "What do you say, Jack? There has to be some kind of anger inside you that wants to put a bullet through the man who ruined your life." He egged Jack on, but Jack wasn't budging.
Jack shook his head. "Not anymore. After a few hundred years, you get over it." He said with ease, though The Winchesters and Thor looked at each other with curiosity and confusion, wondering just how The Doctor could have ruined Jack's life and what Jack meant by a hundred years.
"Anger never subsides, boy. It only lays buried and hidden. Can you hide it for much longer?" The Doctor questioned.
Jack rolled his eyes, making sure this demon knew he was not getting inside his head anytime soon. "Do you really have to call me boy? I'm half The Doctor's age." The implications of that last line were The Winchesters and Thor to gasp a bit. They still knew very little about The Doctor. One of the few things they did know was that The Doctor was thousands of years old. How could Jack be half his age, they wondered almost simultaneously.
The Doctor scoffed. "Keep avoiding the truth with snarky comments like that. Snark was always the only attribute he ever admired of you to begin with."
"Don't listen to him. He's only trying to get inside your head." River stated calmly.
"Well listen to this!" The Doctor started with a groan. "Kill me and I just regenerate. Or I can just reject the process and I let your Doctor die, leaving this body to myself. Win win for me. You, on the other hand, have everything to lose so either way what's the point?" "I can see how conflicted you are about this decision. So here's what I'm going to do..." Just like that, he shot Jack in the head and he fell to the ground, dead. Well, dead for now at least. "Kill them!" The Doctor ordered of the Daleks before running off.
As the Daleks closed in on the four of them (or five if you count the temporarily dead Jack on the ground), River pulled out a small ball of some sort. She threw it on the ground and within seconds, the four of them were covered with some sort of force field that not even Dalek beams could penetrate. Thor and The Winchesters looked around at the energy orb surrounding them in complete bewilderment.
"What the hell is this?" Dean asked.
"An energy shield. It's only a prototype so we've only got a couple seconds before it closes up again so here." She tossed one of her pistols to Dean. She picked up Jack's pistol from the ground and tossed it to Sam. "Thor, when this thing goes down, I need you to carry Jack out."
"But he's dead, ma'am?" Thor pointed out as he stared at Jack's body on the ground.
"Yes...I know but..." She groaned softly to herself. "...there's no time to explain. Just know that we need him and he has to leave this ship with us. Understood?" She asked to which Thor reluctantly nodded, lifting Jack's body over his shoulders. "Now..." She raised her sonic blaster to the Daleks as the force field was seconds away from disintegrating. "...when the shield goes down...just follow my lead. The shield should be going down in 3...2..."
Elsewhere on the ship...
On the furthest regions of the ship, The Doctor had just ran up to his TARDIS. He opened the doors and he was moments away from escaping until he heard the sound of a blaster turning on behind him. A blaster that felt pointed directly into his back. "Who are you and what have you done with The Doctor?" The Doctor soon realized that that voice of the person holding the gun belonged to Martha. That's the moment that The Doctor...well, the demon...decided to temporarily pretend to be The Doctor.
"Martha? Martha Jones, is that really you?" He plead as he turned his head around to see her. "Oh boy! Is it good to see you again! I know this may be hard to believe, but it's me! Really me! I mean, sure I've changed my appearance and my chin is much longer than before, but it's me!" Martha reluctantly lowered her pistol, as well as her defense. She was reluctant to believe him, but she didn't really have anything else to go on. The moment she did, The Doctor hugged her and lifted her off her feet. "So bloody good to see you again!" He exclaimed innocently to which she chuckled slightly.
"What happened? Who was on the phone earlier?" She asked, still suspicious.
"Hell if I know." He answered quickly. "All I know is that whatever it was, it's gone now."
"Martha! Get away from him!" Just then, River, along with her team, was sprinting over to The Doctor and Martha from down the hall.
Martha turned her back to see who was shouting but as soon as she turned around, The Doctor grabbed Martha and put her own pistol to her head. "Ok, maybe that last part was a fib." The Doctor snickered sinisterly, almost instantly dropping that innocent demeanor he played off.
"Dammit." River murmured as her team got in front of The Doctor and his captive. "Dean, destroy that panel. That way the doors won't be able to open." She told Dean to which he walked over to the door panel and shot it off as the Daleks tried to bombard through. Now, they could just hear dozens of Daleks trying to blast off the door.
"Let her go." River demanded of the demon as Martha struggled out of it's grip, but his grip was too tight on him.
"I don't think I want to." The Doctor said as his eyes went black. "See, The Doctor may have never fancied Mrs. Jones here, but I don't know. I think her and I could have some fun, don't you?"
"Doctor! This isn't you! If you're still in there, fight this!" Martha pleaded to The Doctor. "You're better than this! You're stronger than this! Fight this!"
The Doctor just laughed it off. "I'm sorry, Jones. The Doctor has left the building." He whispered in Martha's ear with a diabolical laugh...
...that was abruptly cut off by a groan. A groan fighting for control. He pushed Martha away from him and threw the gun away from him as far as he could. He clutched his stomach in pain as his eyes went back to normal. He looked up at our heroes, specifically River, and gave a sympathetic look. A look that was evident that this was the real Doctor. "Run...just...run...I...I'm so...so sorry..." He mumbled before groaning in more bouts of pain. His eyes flickered between not only black, but golden as well. After one final groan, the demon took hold again. He hissed at the heroes between quickly taking refuge inside the TARDIS. Thor ran towards the TARDIS as it started to dematerialize. Sam had to get in front of Thor to stop him.
"We can't just let him go! He has Mjolnir!" Thor pointed out enraged as the TARDIS finally disappeared.
"I know, but we've got bigger things to worry about." Sam said, motioning at the door. "That door is about to give way and we don't have a way out of this place."
Martha, still a bit shaken by what she saw The Doctor go through just now, spoke up. "Yes we do." She started setting coordinates on her transporter.
"And who exactly are you, fair woman?" Thor asked, still holding Jack over his shoulder.
"She's Martha Jones. She can be trusted." River said in a broken tone, still hurt after once again watching her husband slip through her fingertips. It was as if her world was slipping from her and collapsing on itself.
"Well I hope so cause these tin can suckers are starting to tear these hinges down!" Dean exclaimed in a worrisome tone.
"Alright, everyone, hold on to me and hold on tight!" Martha ordered, to which everyone did. Just as the Daleks finally shot the door off, the six of them disappeared.
Moments later, they appeared in the middle of the meeting room back at SHIELD. Stunned eyes laid on them immediately. "What happened?" Rose asked.
River just sighed. "Nothing too much we could really explain." She said in a defeated tone.
Just then, gasps were heard around the room as the dead Jack suddenly came back from the dead. "Except that." River added in a nonchalant tone.
"How the hell can we explain that?!" Dean asked in completely shocked state. As shocked as his brother and Thor. Afterall, they did watch him die. Unfortunately, seeing a dead man rise back from the dead was the furthest thing the team had to worry about.
"What I miss?" Jack asked.
"The beginning of the end." River answered bluntly with a heavy sigh.
