A/N: I'd like to say that the first part of this chapter was inspired by the Chameleon Circuit song Nightmares, sparking off this entire story. Thank you sooooo much Chameleon Circuit for your awesome music and for inspiring me in some strange way to write this!

I'd also like to add that I've had this chapter written for well over a year, and that this is one of the first pieces that I wrote for the story, that I just had to type it up. So I hope that it was worth the wait!


Bree ran through the halls, her footsteps light and careful where they tread. In the end, the help she had enlisted for this mission she pushed away. Jack, the first one she had gone to, the one who always had her back in a fight, the one she considered a brother she pushed away in the end. In Bree's mind though, it was for the best. After all, she knew what would happen if her suspicions held true, and the Doctor… oh the poor, poor Doctor. He didn't need to be dragged into this conflict; but, Bree reasoned with herself, he was coming here anyways, and more than likely would have gotten involved on his own. That was the Doctor for you though, wherever he went, curiosity like that of a young child and adventure followed closely behind.

Despite this level being in a permanent stage of construction, Bree couldn't help but think this area she was running through mimicked the appearance of an underground parking lot, or a parking garage. Even still, this area was much nicer than the slums the group had been exploring earlier. For a moment, Bree paused to observe her surrounding, looking and listening for any sort of clues. Within the vast room she had stopped in, the back left corner, across from the lift, was a walled off area, creating a small room. "It would be a good place to start," Bree thought to herself. Taking an uncertain step forward, she froze when she heard the familiar metallic stamping from the planet core echoing from the small room, and a shadow appearing against the light pouring out from the room. The shadows head was square, with handle bars on the side; the body's shoulders were broad and stiff, and as the figure marched out of the light, it's legs lifted to a perfect 90 degree angle with each loud, heavy thumping steps it took.

Bree's eyes widened as she observed what she saw and heard. Raising a hand to rest her finger tips on her forehead delicately, she closed her eyes and shook her head back and forth. "No, please god no." Bree mumbled slowly. Yet she continued her investigation, hopefully for the best. Holding her breath and tiptoeing across the concrete floor, Bree gave a silent sigh of relief when she reached the wall facing the elevator. "Time to go super stealth mode." Bree muttered, slinking along the wall, keeping her back against it. Peeping her head around the corner, and in seeing no one was there, she slid around the corner quickly.

"WE WILL HAR-NESS THE PLANET'S CORE! WE WILL HAVE UL-TIMATE POWER!" An electronic voice screeched from within the small room. Bree stopped, her eyes widening in fear.

"No no no, please no." She moaned. Her sea widened even more when she in the quickest moment the shadow of an angel's wing. The shadow was there only for the briefest of moments; blink and you would have missed it, and Bree was in too much shock and terror to blink at this point. After the shape moved from out of the light, a strange noise reverberated through the halls. It was a bone chilling sound, like something from out of a nightmare; but if Bree had to put the sound to words in comparison, it sounded like a bat or pig in pain, and nails against a chalk board. Bree had never heard the sound firsthand before, but she had the foreknowledge to know what it truly was.

Once against where the wall ended off on the doorway, Bree peered around the corner to look into the room with one eye. From what she could see, computers and controls lined the walls of the room, some waist high while others covered parts of the wall completely, while a large circular console in the middle of the room on its own. In front of the console was a bright and shiny canary yellow Dalek scientist, while a Cyberman and Weeping Angel stood beside it. Three inorganic death, at least when you looked at a Weeping Angel, machines on one planet, in the same room, and evidently joined for one horrible cause.

Breathing heavily, Bree closed her eyes, trying to shake the impossible image out of her mind. "Somewhere all my darkest fears are gathering, it's not enough to save the day, I can't escape my nightmares..." She sang under her breath before running. Bree ran and ran, running back the way she came, not daring to look back behind her; which in all honesty probably wasn't a good idea in case an Angel was behind her. Nonetheless, Bree ran, not looking back for the fear of knowing what she was leaving behind.


Bursting into the room where her companions awaited her return, Bree collapsed to her knees, out of breath. Everyone jumped up at the sudden entrance, but in seeing it was Bree, calmed down. His medical training kicking in, Rory walked over and knelt down beside the girl, looking to see if she was okay after running into the room as if hell hounds had been on her heels. Catching a glimpse of her face through her hair though sent chills down to his core. Bree's usually bright brown eyes were now dull, cold and lifeless. Her face was frozen in a mask of shock and terror, while her pale, slightly parted lips quivered as she breathed heavily, and not just from exhaustion. Bree looked as though someone or something had died in her arms, or as though she had just stared death in the face.

Something was obviously wrong.

"Doctor?" Rory called out. The Doctor and River stood in the corner of the room alone talking, until the Doctor heard his name being called, to which he turned to look at the pair on the floor. Bree was back he could see, but she was hunched over as if in pain; as if the girl had seen or experienced something to terrible for words alone. Almost as if Bree had experienced something no one her age should experience, but the Doctor knew Bree had experienced worse things at a young age and that it was too late to save of hide her from such horrors.

Trying to remain as calm as he could, the Doctor walked slowly towards Bree and Rory. Crouching down in front of Bree, he put his hand under her chin and tilted her face up to try and see him. Her hair fell back as her face was lifted up, but nonetheless, Bree tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone in the room, especially the Doctor. Moving his hand from under her chin to having both hands secured firmly on her cheeks, he tried to look her in the eyes, but she wouldn't allow it. "Bree?" The Doctor asked quietly, but Bree dipped her head low again, the Doctor's hands still on the sides of her face. The Doctor tried again, this time whispering something quietly to her, too quiet for anyone else in the room to hear, not even Rory could hear what the Time Lord had said; but Bree had heard him, and that was what mattered. Her head snapped up, looking at the Doctor wide eyed at what he had said to capture her attention, now finally listening to him as Rory got up and sat next to his wife.

"Bree, I need you to tell me why you saw." The Doctor said quietly. Bree's eyes widened in horror when he said this, and bit her lip as she stared at him pleadingly. "Please Bree, you have to tell me! Please Bree, please!" He begged, searching her eyes.

Bree leaned her head against the Doctor's right hand that cupped her face. "Daleks." She whispered, closing her eyes in defeat. All other eyes in the room widened at her words. "And I'm sorry, Doctor. I'm so sorry, but that's not all." Bree continued, opening her eyes to look deep into the Doctor's eyes. He looked at her darkly, trying to hide the fear he felt inside him.

Sweeping soft stray hairs away from Bree's face, the Doctor said "What do you mean, that's not all?"

"This time the Daleks have allies. I mean I only saw one Dalek, but with it was a Cyberman and… a-a Weeping Angel." Bree cried hoarsely. The Doctor pulled her into a hug, moving his hands from Bree's face to wrap his arms around her shuddering form and hold her close against him as she cried. Jacky's eyes met the Doctor's concerned one as they all sat there in the silence, both men knew very well that with three dangerous enemies, things could end badly very quickly for them, that whatever Bree had seen and or heard had scared her witless; and it took a lot to frighten this fifteen year old. "I'm sorry Doctor, you shouldn't have been dragged into this, none of you should have been! I should have taken care of it myself." Bree cried bitterly into the crook of the Doctor's shoulder.

Jack walked over to the pair in the middle of the floor, kneeling down as he took Bree from the Doctor's arms and cradled her slightly. "Bree, you did the right thing coming to us. You absolutely do not to have to face anything alone. Right?" He looked around the room to see if anyone agreed.

River locked and loaded her gun as Amy and Rory stood up together defensively, while the Doctor sat in the ground still, bringing his knees to his chest, resting his arms on his knees. With a stone impassive expression on his face, the Doctor nonetheless nodded in agreement.

Bree muttered under her breath, so quiet no one but the Doctor managed to hear. It sounded as if though she had said "You are not alone" as she rolled her eyes. The Doctor froze at her words, remembering where he had last heard them. Yana, the Master, the year that never was. Bree caught the frozen look of horror on his face and was quick to react.

"No no no. Don't worry Doctor. He's gone; you don't have to worry about the M-master anymore. I just simply said because I'm grateful for everyone's help." She looked around the room, trying to smile, but the Doctor was focused on when Bree had stuttered over the Master's name, possibly out of fear; nonetheless though…

Bree looked at and hugged the Doctor. "Thanks Doctor." She mumbled into his tweed jacket.

The Doctor sat there shocked in the hug motionless for a moment before reciprocating the action. "Just like the old days, huh Bree?" He replied into hair.

Bree laughed, smiling into the Doctor's shoulder. "Yeah really." After hugging each other for a moment longer, they stood up along with everyone in the room. "We ready?" Bree asked. Amy stood ready with a look of sassy confidence on her face, the last centurion stepped forward with a hard expression, ready for battle, and both River and Jack had their guns ready. Together, everyone faced the door, ready for whatever faced them beyond the door.

"Let's go." Bree said.


A/N: Okay... so I have left hints in previous chapters, so maybe someone figured it out earlier. Now I have been told that the Weeping Angels would never team up with anyone for any reason, but we've seen the Daleks and Cybermen work together in regards to the Pandorica, and please keep in mind I wrote this within the first few months of learning and watching Doctor Who, and that I do have a plan, so please; bear with me!

Anyways, thanks for reading! Hope you stick around! Please do check out my other stories and leave any comments you may have!