Amy, the Doctor and I walked into the war room, ignoring the chatters of RAF members communicating away and focusing on the dalek in front of us that wasn't supposed to be there.
"So they're up to something, but what is it? What are they after?" The Doctor asked, leaning in towards Amy and I, observing the dalek from afar.
"Well, let's just ask, shall we?" Amy suggested simply, beginning to walk over to the dalek.
"Amy... Amelia!" The Doctor tried, getting her to stay away from it, but she didn't see a problem. She casually moved closer to it and cleared her throat, tapping on the dalek's casing so it swiveled around to point its eyestalk at her.
"Can I be of assistance?" the dalek asked her, in an obedient tone that daleks never used with humans.
"Oh. Yes. Yes! See um, my friend reckons you're dangerous. That you're an alien. Is it true?" She asked the dalek.
I crossed my arms. "That's not going to work," I mumbled.
"I am your soldier." the dalek replied. I looked to the Doctor to see his head tilted and his hand over his mouth in concentration.
"Yeah. Got that bit. Love a squaddie. What else, though?" Amy asked it.
"Please excuse me. I have duties to perform." The dalek replied, swiveling back around and moving away. The Doctor went over to Winston to try and convince him again, but knowing it was a lost cause at the moment, I decided to slowly follow the dalek instead.
No one noticed me as I trailed closely behind it, and I could only hope that the dalek didn't either. I followed it through hallways until it reached its destination, which was a room where Bracewell was in. The dalek then went away somewhere else, but I wasn't concentrated on that anymore. Instead, I walked over to Bracewell quietly.
"I'm a scientist too, you know." I told him. He jumped back a little.
"Oh! My dear, you scared me. Yes yes, you like science. That's nice." He disregarded me, going back to work on his blueprints.
I faltered a little bit, and shrunk back. He spoke to me then like the other 51 scientists did, as if I couldn't do it, as if I was just a small little girl who couldn't ever work with the big boys, but maybe in a nicer way. "No, I don't just like it, it's my line of work." I tried, but then I remembered the year we were in.
Female scientists weren't unheard of, but pretty uncommon at this time, especially young ones. Bracewell sighed. "Well, aim high, I suppose."
I walked over to one of the daleks. "Oh, I'm aiming high alright. By the way, you might want to check up on those plans for the gravity bubbles." I told him, but he only waved me off again.
I walked around the dalek to face its eyestalk. "I'm Nova," I announced to it bravely. "Does that mean anything to you?" The dalek didn't say anything, once again. Why weren't the daleks responding to me? It wasn't that I was asking the wrong questions, either. When Amy talked to the same dalek before, she was really casual and Scottish about it. There had to be a reason.
Instead, it moved over to Bracewell. "Would you care for some tea?" The dalek asked him.
What was wrong with that thing? Or more importantly, what was wrong with me? "That would be very nice. Thank you." Bracewell accepted politely, before the Doctor and Amy quickly strode into the room.
"All right, Prof! The PM's been filling me in. Amazing things, these Ironsides of yours. Amazing. You must be very proud of them." The Doctor told him, picking up a random file and sitting in the chair.
"Just doing my bit." Bracewell responded humbly.
"Not bad for a paisley boy," Amy said, picking up a scanning device from the table.
Bracewell chuckled a little. "Yes, I thought I detected a familiar cadence, my dear."
"How did you do it? Come up with the idea?" The Doctor asked him, not convinced that he was human.
"I'm telling you, gravity bubble." I reminded Bracewell, but he ignored me. I shrugged. I was used to that anyway.
"How does the muse of invention come to anyone?" Bracewell countered the Doctor.
The Doctor tossed the file he was examining back on the table. "But you get a lot of these clever notions, do you?" he remarked, a bit sarcastically.
"Well, ideas just seem to teem from my head!" Bracewell explained, shaking his hands around his head, emphasizing the teeming. "Wonderful things! Like... let me show you." He went over to another table and began picking up files. "Some musings on the potential of hypersonic flight. Gravity bubbles that could sustain life outside of the terrestrial atmosphere! Came to me in the bath!" The Doctor walked over and picked up each file for a few seconds before handing them to me to look at also.
The Doctor seemed to disregard the inventions quickly, but I took the time to inspect them. I lifted one of the blueprints, impressed, and gasped a little when I found an error. "Your blueprints for hypersonic flight would completely burn the vehicle on atmospheric re-entry," I corrected, and I noticed Amy looked a little surprised, while the Doctor seemed proud. Still, the look Bracewell was giving me made me uncomfortable, and the proud look was probably just out of pity. "I mean, probably… because, you obviously factored in the aerodynamic heating pretty well, but there's still going to be some atmospheric drag if you… yeah. I don't know. Never mind," I spoke softly, and I looked to see both the Doctor and Amy giving each other a look, smiles dimmed.
Bracewell snatched the hypersonic flight blueprint back from me and studied them carefully. "Why... you're right! I never noticed... I must remember to make adjustments." Bracewell smiled at me. I gave a shy smile back. He kind of reminded me of someone I worked with back in 51, Professor Zodiac's brother, who was the last person to join us outside of bloodlines along with Zodiac. "Wow, that's very observant! Smart bird you have here, Doctor." he said, leaning towards the Doctor in an attempt to whisper.
The Doctor cleared his throat. "And are these your ideas, or theirs?"
"No, no, no, no. These robots are entirely under my control, Doctor. They are..." A dalek came up with tea for Bracewell. "Thank you− the perfect servant." Bracewell explained to him.
"I don't know what you're up to, Professor, but whatever they've promised, you cannot trust them! Call them what you like, the Daleks are death!" The Doctor pointed at him.
"He's not the one who's up to something." I told the Doctor quietly, right when Winston came in, voice booming, followed by another dalek. Great.
"Yes, Doctor. Death to our enemies! Death to the forces of darkness, and death to the Third Reich!"
"Yes, Winston, and death to everyone else too!" The Doctor shouted.
"Would you care for some tea?" A dalek asked him, but before it could finish the sentence, the Doctor already slammed the tea tray from it in anger, cup clanging to the floor causing everyone in the room to jump. "Stop this! What are you doing here? What do you want!"
"We seek only to help you." The dalek responded.
"To do what?" The Doctor yelled angrily.
"To win the war," it simply replied.
"Really? Which war?"
There was a small pause until the dalek replied, "I do not understand."
"This war, against the Nazis? Or your war? The war against the rest of the Universe? The war against all life-forms that are not Dalek?"
The dalek's eyestalk swiveled over me for some reason, before turning back. "I do not understand. I am your soldier."
"Oh yeah? Okay, okay!" The Doctor warned, turning around and grabbing a shovel that was leaning against the wall. "OK, soldier, defend yourself!" He yelled, banging the shovel against the dalek.
"Doctor, what the devil...?" Bracewell exclaimed, but the Doctor only hit it again.
"You do not require tea?" the Dalek calmly asked, but the Doctor kept striking the dalek over and over.
"Stop it! Prime Minister, please!" Bracewell tried to interfere, protecting the machine he thought to be of his invention.
"Doctor, please, these machines are precious!" Winston argued, but the Doctor only struck it again.
"COME ON! Fight back! You want to, don't you? You know you do!" He shouted, grabbing the eyestalk and forcing it to face him.
"I must protest!" Bracewell tried again.
"Then why aren't you doing anything!" I yelled at him in anger. I looked to Amy, as if asking what to do, while the Doctor kept hitting the dalek.
"What are you waiting for? You hate me. You want to kill me. Well, go on! Kill me." he struck the dalek again. "KILL ME!"
"Doctor, be careful!" Amy tried, pushing him back, but the Doctor only shrugged her off. I considered stopping him in his outrage too, but I knew that it had to happen. Besides, he sure had a lot more pent up anger towards the daleks then I did, and even now I was kind of enjoying seeing a dalek get hit. I was also scared that he would accidentally whack me in the face with the shovel anyway.
"Please desist from striking me. I am your soldier." The dalek commanded.
"You. Are. My. ENEMY!" The Doctor shouted again, punctuating each word with another strike. "And I am yours! You are everything I despise! The worst thing in all creation. I've defeated you time and time again, I've defeated you. I sent you back into the void! I saved the whole of reality from you! I am the Doctor. And you are the Daleks!" he proclaimed, jump-kicking the dalek and sending it rolling backwards.
Knowing what was about to happen, I decided that now was probably a good time to step a little in front of the Doctor. Even if it wouldn't stop him, he would definitely still notice me, but it was too late.
"Correct. Review testimony," the dalek the Doctor was striking ordered the other one. The other dalek played back a recording of the Doctor's voice from just a few seconds ago. "'I am the Doctor. And you are the Daleks!'"
"Testimony? What are you talking about, testimony?" the real Doctor asked, this time.
"Transmitting testimony now," the other dalek recited.
"Transmit what, where?" the Doctor tried, but I knew exactly where it was going, to a spaceship in the sky.
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In space, a dalek spaceship could be seen hiding behind the moon from Earth. In the spaceship, a dalek reached out its 'plunger' arm to the twinkling receiver.
"Receiving testimony now." It stated. Around the spaceship, the same message of the Doctor's testimony was sounded throughout, sparking a small golden dalek-shaped machine to life. It lit up over and over. "Progenitor activated. Testimony accepted! Testimony accepted!"
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"Testimony accepted!" the other dalek back in the cabinet war rooms repeated.
"Get back, all of you!" the Doctor told us, spreading his arms out so Amy walked forward, but thankfully I was still standing in front of him, so I was able to run to Winston. Those daleks would kill anyone on sight, and I knew that Winston would order his soldiers to fight. I barely even thought about it, I just ran to Winston as soon as the thought came into my mind, my body carrying itself on some adrenaline-induced auto drive I never thought I had in me.
"Marines! Get−"
"BACK!" I yelled, being tall enough to cover Winston's mouth with my hand. Winston was just about to protest, until a marine walked through the doorway. A dalek laser shot one, and the other jumped back at both the order, and the laser.
"Stop it! Stop it, please! What are you doing?" Bracewell asked the daleks, as they turned to him. "You are my ironsides!"
"We are the daleks!" the first one declared.
"But I created you!" Bracewell countered, not seeming to fear the machine, only trying to calm it down.
"No," the dalek said, shooting a beam at Bracewell's arm with a spark, revealing a stump with wires sticking out in every direction. "We created you!"
"Victory! Victory! Victory!" the daleks chanted in unison, before beaming themselves up to a spaceship in a way that reminded me of Star Trek.
Amy stood pale, walking up to the Doctor slowly. "What just happened, Doctor?"
"I wanted to know what they wanted, what their plan was. I was their plan!" He realized in anger, running out of the room. Wasting no time, still feeling strange adrenaline, I chased after him again through hallways and rooms until we reached the TARDIS doors.
"'Testimony Accepted'! That's what they said! My testimony." The Doctor realized, Amy following close behind us.
"Don't beat yourself up! You were right. What do we do? Is this what we do now? Chase after them?" Amy insisted.
"This is what I do, yeah, and it's dangerous. So you two wait here." He told us.
"I am not staying down here. I'm going with you." I told him sternly. I was so mad at the daleks I couldn't even fathom it, I promised myself I would move and help, and I was on this insane adrenaline rush I'd never experienced before. I couldn't let anyone stop me. Once again, I felt the overwhelming urge to do something.
"Nova, you're the last Time Lady," he reminded me.
"Exactly! And you're the last Time Lord. I'm going with you." I affirmed again, walking to the TARDIS, but the Doctor caught me by the wrist.
"Nova, you don't even remember a Time Lord life. You remember being human. So stay down here, be human," he insisted.
I knew he was right, but for some reason, I almost felt insulted. "I remember the daleks," I explained, recalling the seconds of flashbacks I got in the war room when I started shaking. "I remember bits of them in the war. I remember pain and fear, Doctor. I feel it now, from them. Maybe I don't remember a whole life, but I remember things, so whether you like it or not, I am a Time Lord too." I told him fiercely, because that was how I felt it. I felt hatred for the daleks and a belonging to a planet that no longer existed with every fiber of my being to the point where it didn't matter how or why, because this was it. This was the truth. No matter how comfortable I feel back at 51, I felt at home here, and I wasn't going to give it up. Maybe that's why I have the locket, so I can have both.
"Of course I like it." The Doctor responded, equally as fierce, still not letting me go. We stood there for just a few seconds; so close in proximity I could feel his breath on my face. I felt magnetized to look into his eyes with his intensely staring into mine, until Amy cleared her throat.
"So what, you mean I've got to stay safe down here in the middle of the London Blitz?" she dictated, thankfully implying that I was going with him.
"Safe as it gets around me," he waved, stepping into the TARDIS, and I followed close behind.
The Doctor immediately went to work at the console, pulling a few levers down before moving the monitor that had a small blur on it. "Come on, come on," he urged it, until an image of the dalek spaceship appeared. "Bingo!"
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Standing in the same place, Amy and Winston watched as the TARDIS dematerialized. "Well, what do they expect us to do now?" she complained.
Winston Churchill casually took a puff of his cigar. "KBO, of course."
"What?"
"Keep buggering on."
Amy sighed and sat in a nearby chair and slouched in hopelessness, until Breen came over with papers. "Prime Minister."
"Yes?" Winston asked, still standing.
Breen handed him the papers. "Signal from RDF, sir. Unidentified object. Hanging in the sky, Captain Childers says. We can't get a proper fix, though. It's too far up."
Amy abruptly stood up and Winston turned to her, slapping the papers in his hand. "What do you think, Miss Pond? The Doctor and Nova are in trouble, and now we know where they are."
Amy smiled, nodding slowly. "Yeah. Cos he'll be on that ship, won't he? Right in the middle of everything."
Winston gave her a small nod back. "Exactly!"
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Up on the rooftop, an Air Raid Warden stood observing the scene with binoculars in hand. The city in front of him was in blackout, but behind him a light went on.
"Oi! Put that light out!" he commanded, and it went off.
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The three daleks watched as the progenitor ran its program, slowly lighting up the spaceship and charging it to its full power. "The final phase commences, channel all reserve power to Progenitor," the first one stated. In a small doorway just ahead of them, the TARDIS materialized.
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"How about that cuppa now, then?" The Doctor said, clapping is hands together as he strode out of the TARDIS, and I followed him.
"It is the Doctor! Exterminate!" a dalek commanded.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait wait, I wouldn't if I were you!" The Doctor told them, pulling out a small round object from his inner pocket, which I knew was actually just a Jammie Dodger, and held it out in front of him. "TARDIS self-destruct. And you know what that means. My ship goes, you all go with it."
"You would not use such a device." Another dalek said.
"Try me," he challenged, and a dalek began rolling up to him. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. No scans! No nothing! One move and I'll destroy us all, you got that? TARDIS bang-bang, Daleks BOOM!" he explained. I was glad he said something silly like that to lighten the mood, because now I was really intimidated. The technology around us was so sleek yet minimalistic, and I couldn't help but wonder how daleks could possibly use it.
"Good boy." he said, as the dalek rolled back. He slowly walked to the dalek control panel, but I stayed in the same place, looking at them. "This ship's pretty beaten up- running on empty, I'd say, like you. When we last met, you were at the end of your rope. Finished," he walked all the way around the panel, and then stood back next to me.
"One ship survived." The second dalek explained.
"And then you fell through time, crippled and dying." I observed, not remembering the exact line from the episode, but knowing enough about what happened to figure it out.
"We picked up a trace. One of the Progenitor devices," the dalek continued, none of them looking at me, all of them fixated on the Doctor.
"Progenitor? What's that when it's at home?" the Doctor asked.
"It is our past. And our future."
"That's pretty deep for a salt shaker." I observed nonchalantly, even though I was slightly terrified.
The Doctor chuckled a little. "Yeah, but what does it mean, though?"
"It contains pure Dalek DNA, thousands were created, all were lost, save one."
"OK, but there's still one thing I don't get, though- if you've got the Progenitor, why build Bracewell?" he asked them, clasping his hands together.
I stiffened at the question and at that last word. How could I not have remembered? Bracewell wasn't just a dalek robot disguised as a human... he was a bomb! Maybe if I wasn't so hung up on avenging my people I haven't even met, on feelings that I wasn't even sure were mine, I would have been down there to stop it, while the Doctor could be up here to defeat the daleks once and for all. But instead, here I am, existing when I didn't have to and not changing a single thing, useless. Now, the daleks were going to survive because of me, and no one even knew it.
"It was... necessary." The dalek replied.
"But why?" the Doctor wondered, until the eyestalk of the dalek twitched, and it all clicked in his brain. "I get it. Oh, I get it! I get it. Oh, ho, this is rich! The Progenitor wouldn't recognize you, would it? It saw you as impure, the DNA is unrecognizable as Dalek."
"A solution was devised," the dalek said.
"Yes, yes, yes. Me. My testimony. So you set a trap, you knew that the Progenitor would recognize me. The Daleks' greatest enemy! It would accept my word. My recognition of you." While the Doctor pieced things together, a dalek moved to the machine behind it and moved it's plunger-arm to a light-up button. "No, no no. What are you doing?" the Doctor noticed, holding out his Jammie Dodger in defense again.
"Withdraw now, Doctor, or the city dies in flames." A third dalek threatened.
"Who are you kidding? This ship is a wreck, you don't have the power to destroy London." the Doctor knew, but unfortunately the daleks were smarter than that.
After all, the Earth was weak- right in the middle of World War Two. Just one little spark, and…"Watch as the humans destroy themselves," the dalek replied.
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Back on the rooftop, the Air Raid Warden watched in confusion and fear as all around the city, lights flashed on brightly. They would surely attack now. "What the... no!"
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In the War Rooms, an officer stood trying to switch off the lights. "The generators won't switch off! The lights are on all across London, Prime Minister."
"Has to be them. Has to be the Daleks." Amy told Winston, both of them leaning over the table trying to come up with a plan.
"The Germans can see every inch of the city. We're sitting ducks! Get those lights out before the Germans get here!" Winston ordered the officer, and with a nod, he was off.
Amy watched around in fear as the mood of the room quickly changed. The RAF members all around her began chanting codes into their headsets, and although Amy couldn't make out what any of the numbers meant, she knew that saying 'emergency' over and over couldn't be a good sign.
"Thousands will die if we don't get those lights out now!" Winston said.
Breen was the only one who took off her headset. "German bombers sighted over the Channel, sir. ETA 10 minutes, sir."
"Here they come. Get a message to Mr. Attlee. War Cabinet meeting at 0300- if we're all still here." Winston told another member, moving around the table.
"We can't just sit here! We've got to take the fight to the Daleks!" Amy exclaimed, not wanting to sit back and do nothing.
"How? None of our weapons are a match for theirs." Winston countered.
"Oh, look, we must have something," she hoped, beginning to pace in thought, until she remembered something. "Oh! Staring us in the face! A gift! From the Daleks!"
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"Turn those lights off now. Turn London off or I swear I will use the TARDIS self-destruct!" the Doctor threatened, still holding out his Jammy Dodger.
"Stalemate, Doctor. Leave us, and return to Earth." the dalek echoed.
Slowly, I walked over to the dalek controls while the Doctor kept arguing. "Oh, that's it? That's your great victory? You leave?"
"Extinction is not an option. We shall return to our own time and begin again," the dalek said.
There was an odd gold piece in the center of it all that was lit up. I reached out and touched it, quickly snapping back as it burned me, hoping no one noticed, while behind me the Doctor was still arguing. "No, no, no! I won't let you get away this time! I won't!"
I stiffened. If only I hadn't messed up, then maybe the daleks wouldn't have gotten away. I turned around, hearing a sonic whooshing sound as the daleks moved away from the door. "We have succeeded- DNA reconstruction is complete." The room looked to be glowing with red energy until the doors opened with a spark. "Observe, Doctor. A new dalek paradigm." the dalek said, just as much bigger, freshly painted daleks rolled out of the room. Out they emerged from the smoke and steam, white, blue, red, orange, and yellow. "The Progenitor has fulfilled our new destiny. Behold, the restoration of the Daleks! The resurrection of the master race!"
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"Bracewell! Put the gun down!" Winston ordered immediately, rushing into Bracewell's lab room with Amy to see him sitting with a revolver in his hand.
"My life is a lie, and I choose to end it." Bracewell frowned.
"In your own time paisley boy!" Amy exclaimed with a thicker Scottish accent, walking right in front of him. "Because right now, we need your help."
Bracewell was still squirming in his seat with the revolver in hand. "But those creatures...my Ironsides! They made me? I... I can remember things, so many things. The last war− the squalor and the mud and the awful, awful misery of it all. What am I? What am I?!" he asked them furiously.
Churchill, casual as ever, puffed his cigar and responded. "What you are, sir, is either on our side, or theirs. Now, I don't give a damn if you're a machine, Bracewell... Are you a man?" he asked firmly, with motivation in his voice.
Now, it was Amy's turn. "Listen to me. I understand. Really, I do." she told him, leaning over and gently taking the revolver from his hand. "Look, there is a spaceship up there lighting up London like a Christmas tree. Thousands of people will die tonight if we don't stop it, and you're the only one who can help take it down."
"I am?" he asked, not understanding how he could be of any help to this world when he wasn't even from it to begin with.
"You're alien technology. You're as clever as the Daleks are, so start thinking! What about rockets? You got rockets? Cause you said gravity whatsits, hypersonic flight, some kind of missile," Amy rambled, trying to remember random things from earlier that would hopefully encourage Bracewell and prove her point.
"This isn't a fireworks party, Miss Pond! We need proper tactical..." Winston trailed off and gasped, finally realizing what she was getting at. "A missile... or...?"
"Or what?" Amy prodded.
"We could send something up there, you say?" Winston asked Bracewell this time, an idea coming to mind.
"Yes, well with a gravity bubble, yes!" Bracewell took his blueprint on the gravity bubble from the table and handed it to Winston. "Theoretically, it's possible we could actually send something into space. The girl, the American one, wouldn't stop going off about it. She said it could work!" he recalled, getting enthusiastic now. If someone else agreed, maybe he really could do it.
"Bracewell..." Winston slammed the gravity bubble documents back on the table in front of him. "It's time to think big!"
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"All hail the new Daleks! All hail the new Daleks!" an old dalek said.
"Yes, you are inferior," claimed a new white one.
"Yes."
"Then prepare."
"We are ready!"
"Cleanse the unclean! Total obliteration! Disintegrate!" The white dalek chanted, shooting a beam and disintegrating an old dalek into nothing, and then doing the same to each one of them until they were all gone.
"Woah," I quaked. If I wasn't scared of them before, I was now. The daleks could destroy, and they could do it easily. I couldn't shake the feeling that their success was my fault. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was either doing things wrong, or not doing enough.
"Blimey!" The Doctor followed. "What do you do to the ones who mess up?"
The white dalek began advancing towards him. "You are the Doctor! You must be exterminated!"
The Doctor pulled out his Jammy Dodger from his inner jacket pocket and held it out to the dalek again. "Don't mess with me, sweetheart."
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Amy and Winston stood in the crowded war room, the ground shaking below them and dust falling from the ceiling above them as London was attacked. Bracewell came into the room rolling in a device on an office chair. "At last! Are they ready?" Winston asked him.
"I hope so! But in the meantime," Bracewell lifted the heavy device onto the desk with a screen and a few control knobs. "This will pick up dalek transmissions." Bracewell slapped the side of the device, and the monitor sparked to life to show a black and white image of the Doctor and Nova facing a dalek up on the spaceship.
"It's them! It's the Doctor and Nova!" Amy exclaimed, smiling as they all crowded around the tiny screen.
On the screen, the dalek seemed to be introducing the others to the Doctor and Nova. "Scientist, Strategist, Drone, Eternal, Supreme."
"Which would be you, I'm guessing? Well, you know, nice paint job. I'd be feeling pretty swish if I looked like you. Pretty Supreeeeeme," the Doctor trailed, trying to buy time.
"They've got company. New company. We've got to hurry up!" Amy said.
The phone by them rang, and Bracewell picked it up. "Yes? Right, right, thanks!" Bracewell hung up and turned to Winston. "Ready when you are, Prime Minister!"
"Splendid!" Winston replied, as the screen showed a picture of the dalek spaceship in green and black.
"Spaceship's exact co-ordinates located!" Bracewell announced.
"Go to it, Group Captain! Go to it!" Winston told the Group Captain, who picked up the phone and began barking orders.
"Broadsword to Danny Boy! Broadsword to Danny Boy! Scramble! Scramble! Scramble!"
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"Question is, what do we do now? Either you turn off your clever machine or I'll blow you and your new paradigm into eternity." The Doctor threatened.
"And yourself," the white dalek reminded him.
"Occupational hazard."
"And..." There was a long pause. "No-va." the dalek reminded him, stretching out the word as if it were hard to say.
The Doctor glanced to me. "So you do know me!" I exclaimed. If they knew who I was, why were they ignoring me? How did they even know who I was? This was a new dalek. Either these daleks shared knowledge, or they were from a different time period.
They ignored me once again, and the blue 'scientist' dalek rolled up. "Scan reveals nothing! TARDIS self-destruct device non-existent!"
"All right," the Doctor gave in, taking a bit of the fake self-destruct button. "It's a Jammie Dodger, but I was promised tea!"
A siren sounded, and all the daleks headed towards the scanner behind them. "Alert! Unidentified projectile approaching! Correction, multiple projectiles!" the daleks observed. The Doctor handed me the half of the Jammie Dodger that he didn't eat and went to check the scanner that was behind us. I shrugged and ate it.
"What have the humans done?" a dalek asked, sounding as enraged as a dalek could possibly sound.
"Gravity bubble! I told you guys!" I said to the Doctor.
"Explain! Explain! Explain!" the dalek chanted, until a new voice sounded throughout the ship.
"Danny Boy to the Doctor, Danny Boy to the Doctor! Are you receiving me? Over."
The Doctor spun away from the scanner and laughed. "Oh Winston, you beauty!"
Outside, I knew that there were three planes flying through space around us that Winston, Amy, and Bracewell sent up. "Danny Boy to the Doctor! Come in. Over."
"Loud and clear, Danny Boy! Big dish, side of the ship, blow it up! Over!" The Doctor commanded. He grabbed my hand and began pulling me back past the daleks.
"Exterminate the Doctor and Nova!" they commanded. I ducked as the lasers shot out and the Doctor pulled me back through the doorway and into the TARDIS.
Once we were in, the Doctor let go of my hand and moved a few things around the TARDIS until we could hear the pilots communicating, and Winston and Bracewell talking to them. Bracewell... he was a bomb. If I would have just listened to the Doctor and stayed behind with Amy, I probably could have disabled him somehow while the Doctor could get rid of the daleks forever. What was the point in my being here if I wasn't going to do anything? This was only the beginning, after all. What if I messed up even more? The Time Lords' greatest enemy would have been wiped from existence, but now we were going to have to go back to Earth. The daleks would leave and become more powerful than ever now, all because of me.
A/N: Those daleks are seriously causing so many problems! Nova is blaming herself for the daleks being alive, so that can't be a good thing... though she felt really compelled to do something about it all, and even stood up to the Doctor, who showed that he cared and was glad to have her around, even if it was just a little! Woo hoo!
Thanks so much for reading, and being understanding, and sending me messages! You guys are awesome. One person got the birthday right, so there's only one more opportunity, if anyone's still paying attention to that.
Once again, reminding you all since some of you seem to be confused, I update every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, usually towards the morning :)
Come back on Monday for the conclusion to this episode. Will Nova ever forgive herself? Why won't the daleks talk to her? How does the Doctor feel? Stay tuned! (lol I feel like i'm narrating a kids show when i type 'stay tuned'...) (but it's super cool i promise)
