Disclaimer: Alright, here it is...The lastest chapter of Digi Who! This one was exciting, because of a special surprise toward the end. It also sets up the answers the questions that I've been peppering througout the story, so keep an eye out for them! Enough of my babbling, let's get on with the story, shall we? I don't own Digimon, or Doctor Who, but the characters and the technology that weren't in either of the series are all me unless otherwise stated, so DON'T SUE ME!!!

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"The Doctor! Confirm presence! Confirm presence!"

"Lay in pursuit course!" Said the black command Dalek at the center of the room. At the entrance to the room stood a tall woman wearing a black jumpsuit; short red hair shining in the command-bay's light. With her arms crossed, she moved closer to the black Dalek.

"Well, is it the Doctor Dalek Vrosh?" She asked. Dalek Vrosh turned its eye stock to the woman, holding it there for only a second before turning back to the other Daleks.

"Explain! Confirm presence of the Doctor!" Demanded Vrosh once again. Outside the transparent bulkhead several Dalek war-saucers flew by at top speed, chasing the small, white cylinder in the distance. They were flying in formation at the very hind-end of the fleet, barely discharging their weapons, and missing their targets every time they did fire. One of the gold-armored Daleks turned from its station.

"Confirmed! One, faint Timelord bio-signature detected! The Doctor is onboard the Science Ship Raven!" A chill ran up the young woman's spine as she herd her Daleks report. Shifting her gaze away from the transparent surface, she looked down the control line. Several Daleks swarmed it surface at just about every point but the one before her. Mechanically synthesized voices erupted from the other end of the line, and a pair of Dalek's hurried to its clamoring siren.

"Alert! Alert! Huron wave charge detected! Location: The Raven!" Warned one of the Daleks as it spun its head-cape toward her. The woman leaned into the consol before with renewed resolution.

"Show me Dalek Lakun!" Her screen blinked on...the truth bearing its ugly head as she stared into its dark eyes.

"It can't be..." She mumbled to herself. Turning back to the black Dalek with renewed vigor, she pulled herself together and said: "They've activated the Dalek Reaper!" The lens at the end of Vrosh's eye-stalk shifted, in what the woman had learned was what these Daleks did when nervous. Unlike their imperial cousins, these Daleks weren't as ruthless, and deadly when it came to anything not Dalek...in fact, the ones here tried to avoid killing if they could; most not even carrying the usual weapon stalks.

"Disable the Dalekainium power feeds! Switch everything over the huronic batteries!" The entire room was abuzz now, each and every Dalek racing to complete their individual task. Another klaxon sounded throughout the circular room, and the young woman with red hair turned to the flashing screen before her, but it was already too late. Her footing disappeared and she was thrown away from the wall, only to slam into the siding of one of her Daleks. Her back ached where the power spheres at the base of the Dalek armor had made contact, and she groaned in pain.

"Are you damaged?" Said a mechanized voice from above. Looking up into the shadow of black, she realized that it was Vrosh whom had broken her fall; the blue light in its eye stock widening at the sight of her just below it. She grabbed a hold of its left, plunger-like manipulator, and pulled herself back up to her feet. Hissing in pain, and slightly swaying as she tried--unsuccessfully--to rub the kinks which peppered the entire surface of her back.

"Nothing I can't handle, Vrosh," she groaned out, finding it difficult to speak without feeling shoot pain in the upper-right portion of her back. The woman with red hair knew that she was going to hate herself for it later, but their were more pressing matters at hand. Limping back to her now damaged command station, she tried to use it to see what was going on with the rest of the Dalek fleet they were following, and then she wished she hadn't...

"No...The rest of the Dalek fleet hasn't taken much damage, but that last blast from the Raven tore through eight warships, and destroyed five of them!" She spoke aloud. Normally she would have felt a mixture of enchantment and utter horror at such power, but now was not the time for such a luxury. The command center was quiet, even as she continued to work around the damaged controls, earning the bite of a rouge spark every now and then. "The surviving forty-seven ships are engaging emergency temporal-shift!" What little of her consol was still functional went haywire with warnings and alerts; multiple openings in the time-vortex were appearing everywhere, tearing holes in the very fabric of space-time for the smallest second before disappearing. Under normal circumstances she would have ordered her Daleks to follow, but this time she couldn't...not without something first.

"The Raven, are they capable of following?!" She demanded. Turning back toward her command Dalek, she realized why it had been so quiet; One of the Daleks was lying on the deck, in pieces. A few Daleks were sitting around it, and, even though any real expressions were hidden by their protective suits, she could feel the somber fear that surrounded the creatures. She had been there, in the beginning, when Davros had first created the Daleks...genius as they were, and equally nightmarish. The megalomaniac of a scientist had ordered all of the originals from his first experiments to be exterminated, but had escaped...everything. The destruction of its siblings, the removal of virtually all emotions...the slaughter of her home, and finally, the plan to seal them in the lab from which they were created in. If only she had known the full extent to what she had done back then. If only...

"Bettan!" Shouted tall, blond man at the entrance of the command centre. He ran over to her side. "What's happened? Have we found the Doctor!?" The man looked behind her at the damaged screen of the consol. Bettan felt something weigh her down as she turned away from the sight...after all, it wasn't every day that you saw a Dalek weep. She looked into her new arrivals deeply haunted eyes.

"Yes," Bettan replied. "He's on-board the Raven...and the rest of the Dalek war-fleet is attempting to make an emergency temporal shift." The woman's voice, in her own ears, sounded hollow, but her old friend didn't seem to take any notice.

"No...that's ships' already taken some pretty heavy damage; they won't be able to follow in that condition!" The man sputtered out, running down the entire line trying to find a fully functional consol. Bettan on the other hand, already knew what needed to be done.

Reaching for the intercom switch, she gulped down a heavy breath as she hit the button. "Attention all crew, this is Bettan...We've located the Doctor, and he has engaged the Daleks." She could feel the steel in her voice becoming brittle with every word, but she didn't care. She continued: "As a result, the Dalek war-fleet has activated an emergency-temporal shift, but the Doctor's ship has already taken heavy damage, and cannot follow. Therefore, we extend our own time-shift field across the ship called, 'Raven', and take him with us into the rift. Prepare for time-shift..." She had to swallow a gulp as she slapped off the intercom link. The Thal man at the other end of the command-line was staring at her, as were the Dalek's behind, and she knew why, but the woman tried not to think about it. Instead, she focused all of her attention on the task at hand.

"I need someone at the nav-controls!" She shouted over the groaning of the ship's super-structure. If she hadn't known better, she would've thought that it was the ship itself registering its own protest of her decision...if she hadn't known better that is.

'Please Doctor...forgive me for what I'm going to do.' She said within herself, knowing full well what the final outcome of her decision will be.

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"D-Reaper has discharged! Resetting time-space link for the next blast!" Shouted lieutenant Cho from the main control station. She could tell from the read-out on her consol the amount of power that was being used, and just looking at those numbers made her dizzy. The entire engineering bay was in a state of controlled chaos, as everyone either floated from station to open maintenance panels, to read-out relays. She felt heavy under own weight and her head spun as if she had suddenly stopped from a violent tumble. Images flooded her minds eye as she struggled to watch the screen before her. She fought listen past the ghosts which deafened her ears, and ignored the scent of ozone and charred carbon which filled her nose.

"Link reset complete; readying the Dalek Reaper cannon for discharge!" Shouted a crewman from above, kneeling on what she would conceder the ceiling, but to him, it was the floor. A piece of maintenance paneling had been removed, exposing the innards of the beam which extended from his place on the ceiling, to another point in the cylinder-shaped room. Technically, walls and ceilings were all relative, they just simply didn't exist as such; instead, everything was really just another part of the floor. The gravity for this room, unlike the rest of the Raven, was more of an electro-static push than a pull, but in a place virtually everything was in a perpetual free-fall, every little thing helped.

As Cho worked on the final stabilization protocols for the cannon, a shower of sparks erupted from an over-loaded power relay near-bye.

"DAMN!" She cursed loudly to herself, as she shielded her eyes from the sight. Her senses became over-whelmed, and a feeling of nausea overcame the engineer, just as a familiar voice sounded behind her.

"Shit! I can't keep up with the power-surges!" Uncovering her eyes, Cho took in the now-familiar sight of a darkened, white room. The Chief was standing over a hexagonal consol at the center of the room, his left hand flying over the controls as the green light and low buzz in the pen-like instrument in his hand seized quickly across the side of the consol. Behind him was strange man with long hair, ushering the droves of people through another door on the other side of the room. The floor lurched beneath her, but she didn't care. Acrid smoke swirled around her, but she didn't need to find its place of origin; she already knew where it was coming from. Making a full 180, she found herself staring out a pair of wide open doors. The size of the doors may have originally been what caught her attention or it may have been the sounds beyond then, she didn't know, nor didn't she care, because what was happening beyond was what kept her eyes locked.

"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" Daleks flew around the sky beyond, as numerous people swarmed through the doors. Several dozen of the Daleks fired on the group, but the forcefield which protected the ship kept it out. Never the less, dozens of innocent people crumpled to the ground in agony. An explosion swept across the landscape, nearly blinding her.

"Kuso!" The lieutenant cursed under her breath, quickly raising her left arm to cover her eyes. Turning back to the Chief, she shouted: "We've got to get out of here; the Daleks have detonated the Movellan's Viral Bomb!" [1]

"All the more reason to get as many people into the Tardis before it reaches..." A wave of cries filled the room, drowning out the voice of the man who was speaking. As Cho uncovered her eyes, she felt all of her strength disappear, nearly falling to the smooth floor beneath her. Out the twin doors, beyond the crowd of people that had made it under the safety of their extrapolators forcefield; a hundred-thousand people were screaming in pain, as welts blistered through their flesh. Waves upon waves of Arcadia's inhabitants crumpled to the ground, gasping, and in pain.

"Akai, what's hap-" The people whom were already inside the extrapolators shield around the Tardis had stopped moving entirely, not even parting as the man with the long hair moved around the black hexagonal consol, stopping beside her as he too stared out into the scene. They all stood there, silent, with the Chief's silent curses the only sound which could be herd from within the Tardis, as the cries of the slaughter unfolded before them, filling their ears from without.

"Doctor, the Extrapolator's losing power, if were gonna leave, then we'll have to do so now!" Shouted the Chief. The lieutenant didn't glance at the Doctor, she didn't dare...but she knew that he was in agreement with her superior. As the man moved away, and the last of the people they had rescued shuffled into the Tardis, Cho couldn't help but look out the doors. A man was crawling on the ground, trying to reach them, and she wanted to help him...to let him know, even though the blood which pooled in his eyes prevented him from seeing, that she could still see him. Instead, she closed the doors, and locked them...

"-Eutenant? Lieutenant!" The images disappeared, and the assistant engineer found herself back on the Raven, still standing in front of the main control station. Lieutenant Martin was standing in front of her, holding her arms. "Cho! The Daleks are making an emergency temporal-shift!" She felt her frayed nerves go back into over-drive at the sound of his words. Quickly checking her instruments, she found what she had expected.

"DAMMIT! All the giodine relays in the particle regulation matrix are still locked down, I can't activate the rift manipulator!" Cho punched her consol in anger as she spoke. The Chief had said that he'd fix the damn thing when he got back to engineering...and then Sora had to return in the Sardit. Cho racked her mind for something that she might have over-looked; retracing her steps to see if there was an alternate route...but everything she thought of still needed the PRM to regulate particle synthesis. Another set of alarms broke through the river of her thoughts, but before she could even move her hand to silence the alarm, the deck shifted from beneath her, and the next thing she knew, her nose was hitting the metal floor.

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"No. NO! You can't-" Shouted a young child, as he reached an arm out to a pair cold steel doors. A girl, slightly older than he, was holding onto him, turned away from the sight. Inside the room where the child was trying so desperately to get to, a group of people in blue uniforms were scurrying about over one of the bodies inside of the vehicle. A pair was dabbing little white cloths over open wounds, dyeing the material red as they pulled them away. Another group of three was working further up. One holding a mask over the mouth of the woman inside, and pumping the clear plastic ball connected to it as the pair hovering to side were preparing a machine; one rubbing a pair of iron-shaped pads together as the other turned several dials on the device it was connected to.

"CLEAR!" The one holding the pads shouted as he pressed them onto the woman's chest. An audible jolt rang through the air, as the body of the woman arched, then slumped back onto the thin mattress of the stretcher. The Child stared in horror at the scene before him. His arm still stretched out; blood trickling from the hold in the center of his hand. The limb had gone half-numb some time ago, pins and needles danced up and down his arm, and duo of fingers above the hole not moving at all as he tried to reach out. Then someone grabbed his arm, and began examining the wound...

"It's going to be alright..." Whispered a voice into his ear. He knew that she had whispered his name before a choked cry cut her off, but he was too busy wriggling his way out of her grin. The girl holding firmly onto him quaked as she tried to sooth him. A gentle breeze brushed by the pair, even as the sound of sirens blared in the back-ground.

"No, let go of me!" He pleaded. More people came over to try and calm the boy, but he resisted, not even caring when the hole in his hand became visible once again through the quickly falling, blood-soaked bandages. Then the steel doors in front of his slammed shut, leaving only the white paint, and the word 'Ambulance' spelled out in big red letters before him as the vehicle drove away.

"WAIT!" He shouted, but it was already too late, the ambulance had already disappeared...and slowly, so did everything else until the only thing left was a black void.

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"Doctor, are you alright?" Asked a woman with long red hair, standing in the middle of the cavernous, golden room. A pair of white French doors pulled close behind him, and he looked like he was about to bite her head off. Taking a deep breath instead, he walked quickly up to the circular board at the base of the room's center column. Pulling the top-most leaver down, the column began to pump; a sickly whine groaning out from it.

"What was that?" She asked the Doctor, whom was busy with the controls. With a spin of his screen, and the bearing of his teeth, she could tell that something wrong. An alarm went off on the other side of the circular consol. As she reached to silence it, something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.

"No..." She whispered, staring at the reading in disbelief. Memories of adventures, and days long dead flashed before her eyes; she could only stare in horror.

"Doctor...Someone's crossing the dimensional barriers!" The look in the Doctor's eyes confirmed her worse fears. He too had seen what was happening, while she had been initially too absorbed in her thoughts to pay any attention to it. The ancient Time Lord pulled the tracking switch at the bottom of the coordinate tracker. Normally the Doctor chose to keep the thing turned off since anyone with the right frequencies could use it to track them; only in extreme circumstances did he ever use it.

"No no NO!" Shouted the Doctor as the grated floor of the Tardis lurched hard to one side. "There's a whole group of 'em heading straight for the Time Fracture!" Donna was already on the other side of the Control consol when her counterpart had finished his conclusion. She was running as fast as she humanly could; adjusting the flight controls in anticipation of his plan, which sure enough he had already begun formulating...

"Donna...adjust our path to-"

"-Already done, Doctor! I've set a reverse course that will take us right between them and that fracture!" The human-Time lord peeked around the pumping of the heart of the ships engine, just as the Doctor had looked up from his side of the room. She flashed him a knowing grin, and the Doctor in return, smiled back.

"Then what are we waiting for?" He asked as he looked back down at his controls. They both knew the risks; after all, they had only just resealed that particular rift in the dimensional barrier mere moments ago. Reopening it a second time would most likely destabilize it beyond what they could repair. But she was willing to take that risk if he was.

Taking a deep breath as she reached for the adjustment control, she watched as the Doctor watched the monitor intently. She grinned darkly to herself as she said: "Allons y!"

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"It's ahead of us, just a little further!" Shouted Rani, pointing ahead of the group to a network junction at the end of the corridor. The group rushed down the darkened hall, barely stopping to steady themselves as the deck lurched beneath them. The Chief was the first to stop at the dead-end.

"Ha...ha...alright...we're here..." Said a breathless Rika. She was leaning against the far wall, nearly hyperventilating in a struggle to breath. Rani knew those symptoms anywhere, and apparently, so did everyone else. "So...ha-ha...wha-...what's here? -Ha."

"Try to take slow, deep breaths Rika," Sora said, putting her hand on her back. She began lightly rubbing the area just behind the lungs.

"The life-support systems in this area of the ship must be malfunctioning; the oxygen levels are much more erratic here." Her granddaughter's breathing began to normalize, but they could all tell that she was fighting off her body's natural urge to rest. The bio-chemist turned to the engineer beside her.

Pulling the cover off of the wall in front of them, the Rani pointed to a pair of red boxes embedded into the bulkhead. "There's a dimensional stabilizer in this junction here," she said pointing to lower box with a Lambda symbol painted on its surface. "It's wired into the power grid. If you cross the binary relay with the junction regulator, you'll be able to us my Tardis to push the Daleks out of the vortex!" The Chief looked into her eyes with suspicion, but quickly suppressed it as he pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and began working. Images of earlier kept repeating themselves over and over again in her head, and repeatedly, she would push them back. Images of the Chief lying fitfully unconscious. Individual limbs jerking of their own accord with disturbing likeness to a seizure. Tears streaking down the side of his pain-stricken face. The occasional utterance of disjointed sentences making their way to the surface. The deck lurched hard once again, throwing her out of her thoughts.

"Cross-circuiting complete-" The began to say, but cut himself off as he took a closer look into the junction box. The Rani did her best to remain visually unfazed, as she realized what he'd seen. The human turned to her.

"There's a secondary time-space link in here." He said. The elder Time Lady fought the twinge of annoyance at his investigative skills.

"So," asked Sora from behind the pair. "What does that mean?" Commander Feek raised his eyebrows as he turned to face the elder human.

"Nothing a sonic screwdriver can't handle." For the first time since she had kicked the master out of her Tardis after destroying that infant T-rex, which had grown as a result of time-seepage, she felt like releasing a breath she hadn't even realize she had been holding. The Chief turned back to her, flashing a familiar lop-sided grin.

"Well, shall we get going?" He said. Making a quick turn to a sealed door at the other end of the corridor, were he once again held up his sonic-screwdriver. The door opened, and the Chief held his hand up to his comm-device.

"Allons y."

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"No...you must first rewrite the particle detector to identify an anti-lepton particle flux before you enable the huron-wave algorithm!" Said Dalek Caan. The young tech simply nodded nervously to his commands.

"Yeh- Yes sir!" The woman stammered out, quickly nodding to the Dalek before turning back to her terminal, working feverishly to complete the task at hand. It had been less than a day since he had arrived, and already he was practically running the place. A primal instinct kept fighting its way to the surface; the urge to exterminate anything, and everything around him. But that urge was quickly beaten back by his memories of all of the atrocities committed by his kind. The annihilation of entire species; the destruction of his ancestors adversaries, the Thal's after they had destroyed the Kaled city-dome, with the help of the creator of the Dalek race; Davros. Right down to the moment when Davros created his own breed of Daleks that were programmed to obey his every command.

'This cycle of destruction must end!' Caan thought inwardly to himself. The truth of their existence repeating itself in his mind, over and over again. Taunting him of what he had really been created for.

"A Dalek daydreaming...I never thought I'd see the day." Caan felt the sarcasm dripping from the words, and turned to face the one whom had said them.

"I was not daydreaming. I was contemplating." Replied the Dalek. The Time Lady beside him chuckled haughtily at his words. Caan watched her intently as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"Why are you helping us?" The Dalek thought about the question for a long moment, as another primal urge tried to fight its way to the surface, but this time, he didn't fight it.

"Because I fear..." The pitch of his synthetic voice lowered itself as the words left the forefront of his mind. The Time Lord before him nodded thoughtfully, before a low chuckle broke through her guarded demeanor.

"Bwa ha ha ha ha... You're a Delak; you aren't capable of feeling anything more than hate-"

"I am afraid! I feel anger, and pain, and rage, and sorrow!" Caan retorted. Slightly fazed by his revelation, Riley stopped her argument to stare at the monster before her. Taking this time get his point across, the golden-armored soldier continued.

"I am sorry for all of the atrocities which my kind of created. I am enraged at why we never questioned our truth when you stood before us! It hurts to know the final outcome of all of our work, and I am angry because of that! And-" He stopped, feeling the urge to us his weapon; to hit the trigger and fire it on a deserving target, but not feeling the drive to exterminate any of the human's or Time Lords around him. So instead, he forced his eye stock to move so that someone-something could penetrate his view other than the creature before him. The Time Lord in front of him said something, but Caan didn't hear it. When she repeated it, the sound still only came through as nothing more than a blurred distortion. Then he heard her shout something loud, and piercing, and Caan knew that he just couldn't ignore her anymore. With the flicking of a switch, and the pulling of a lever, the casing around him hummed and whirred and clicked. By the time Caan had glanced a final look through his eye-scope, his casing had already begun opening. The light on the outside was bright, nearly blinding him as he looked out into the open room.

Fixing his single eye on the stunned woman before him, he unlocked the seal on his extermination gun.

"Please...take my weapon!" The urge for him to exterminate was growing stronger by the minute, and he was loosing his battle to contain it. An urge triggered by fear, and fueled by both anger and sorrow...and the Doctor's granddaughter obviously knew this.

"No." His eye shot open in the instant the word registered and the Time Lord simply, continued to stare. "I won't let you exterminate yourself this way." She said: "I won't allow it...No matter how much you may deserve it." The last part of her sentence was more like a shroud of a whisper than a declaration, but it had the same effect on the Dalek.

"The Time-war is over, but my people must still be stopped. I will stop them without using extermination!" Caan's voice shook, even in the tone of the vocal processor. Riley was about to respond, but stopped, closing her open mouth slowly. Silence hung between the two for a long moment, until a light breeze began to pick-up in the room. It took a second for him to realize it, but there was a familiar electrical tingle in breeze that, once experienced, one never forgets. The two Time Lords in the room recognized it too, but before they could react, an alarm whaled overhead.

"What's going on?!" Shouted the familiar voice of Yamaki from the other side of the room. Caan closed his armor casing as both he, and Riley turned to their respective assigned access spaces.

"Oh no..." Whispered the Time Lord next to him. before he had even had the chance to access the computer. Her hands were frozen at the edge of his eye stocks vision by the time she spoke again.

"It's the Time-vortex wave sensors! They're recording a massive break-down in the fabric of the Time Vortex!" Another wave of fear washed over the insane Dalek as he too saw the data that was pouring in, but for a different reason than her.

"It can't be!" He said aloud. Riley shot him a querying glance as she heard this. "...It simply cannot be!!!" He shouted before quickly disconnecting himself from the consol. Turning to the center of the room, the familiar outline of a box was taking shape.

"Caan! What are you talking about; can't this be?" Riley asked from behind him. Nearly caught in the trans of the Tardis as it materialized, slower than normal, he answered.

"The Dalek Empires war-ship weapon--Final Paradox!"

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[1] Kuso - The Japanese equivalent to 'Shit'.