A/N - Thank you to TheDoctor'sAmazingCompanion, blackcat711 (after this chapter, she will definitely be more involved!), skidney, xxOMGgalxx, Silver Scripted Gallifreyan, Tayla, Esther, Guest, and Ali for reviewing!

To Esther - Personally, I did think I was leaving out far too many details and that everything with the Daleks was moving too fast, but this episode was and is extremely hard to work with. I was getting frustrated and just wanted to get out another chapter for everyone. And no, no, no. The Doctor only ever insinuates something like her not being allowed to do something because she's a woman if he's very angry with her, and even then, it's pretty rare and he it's usually a slip of the tongue or he meant human but said girl instead. I feel awful that you're getting that feeling from A Strange World. You weren't mean at all, I honestly appreciate you bringing everything to my attention!

Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who. I only own my OC, Emma Walker.

And I go for it every time
Just like a heavy drinker
I go for it every time
Hook, line and sinker

"Danny Boy to the Doctor...only me left now." The pilot's message put equally somber looks on Emma's and the Doctor's faces. "Anything you can do, sir? Over."

The Doctor shook his head slightly, stalking over to the console and picking up a small microphone. "The Doctor to Danny Boy, the Doctor to Danny Boy. I can disrupt the Dalek shields, but not for long. Over."

"Good show, Doctor. Go to it. Over."

He gave a soft sigh before he placed the microphone back on the console and pushed up a lever to begin flying the TARDIS. Emma watched him from the jumpseat, her arms crossed over her chest. "What if, uh, Danny Boy doesn't make it?" She saw him pause, but he didn't answer, instead returning to rushing around the console and working the controls. There were a few tense moments before they could hear the pilot's voice again.

"Danny boy to the Doctor. Going in for another attack."

"Does that mean he did it?" She once again didn't get an answer, as the Doctor grabbed the microphone in one hand and the monitor above the console in the other.

"The Doctor to Danny Boy, the Doctor to Danny Boy. Destroy this ship! Over!"

"What about you, Doctor?"

He crossed one leg in front of the other, casting a quick glance at Emma. "I'll be okay." The screen on the wall suddenly flickered to life and the white Dalek appeared on it.

"Doctor," its deep voice surprised Emma, since she hadn't noticed it come on screen, and she nearly fell out of the chair. "call off your attack!"

"What?" He laughed. "And let you scuttle off back to the future? No fear?" He walked over to the railing, grabbing onto it. "This is the end for you. The final end."

"Call off your attack or we will destroy the earth."

"I'm not stupid, mate. You've just played your last card." He looked to Emma out of the corner of his eye when she appeared at his side, giving her a smile.

"Bracewell is a bomb!"

His smile slowly fell as his gaze went back to the screen. "You're bluffing." He didn't sound to sure about that. "Deception's second nature to you. There isn't a sincere bone in your body." His eyes rolled to the ceiling for a moment, his brow furrowing. "There isn't a bone in your body."

"His power is derived from an Oblivion Continuum. Call off your attack, or we will detonate the android."

"No!" He turned and ran back to the console, Emma close behind. "This is my best chance ever! The last of the Daleks! I can rid the universe of you, once," he grabbed onto the monitor above the control panel as the Dalek appeared on it. "and for all!"

"Then do it. But we will shatter the planet below! The earth will die, screaming!"

"Doctor, don't listen to it." Emma grabbed onto his arm when she saw the tears in his eyes, the look of consideration on his face. "Like you said, it could be bluffing. It's just, well...it's got a really well thought out lie."

"Your human is foolish."

She glared at the screen. "Oi!"

"If I let you go," the Doctor said softly. "you'll be stronger than ever. A new race of Daleks."

"Then choose, Doctor! Destroy the Daleks or save the earth. Begin countdown of Oblivion Continuum! Choose, Doctor! Choose! Choose!"

He looked down, pausing for only a moment before he picked up the microphone. He looked back up at the screen with pain in his eyes and regret in his voice as he said, "The Doctor to Danny Boy. The Doctor to Danny Boy. Withdraw."

"Say again, sir." The pilot answered after a moment. "Over."

"Withdraw! Return to earth. Over and out."

"But, sir-"

"There's no time, you have to return to earth, now! Over!" He put the microphone back in its place and started setting the TARDIS to land on earth. He didn't stop at the look Emma was giving him, but did ask her, "What?"

She opened her mouth and gave a sharp intake of breath as she prepared to say something, but she soon decided against it, shaking her head. "Nothing."

"Good, because the world is a little more important. They're going to blow him up anyway, I know it." In a flash, he was running towards the doors and she was a few paces behind him. He flung the doors open and the two sped out of the TARDIS and up the stairs of the same room it had materialized in before. Emma stayed silent as they ran. That is, until they made it to the map room and he punched Bracewell in the face.

"Doctor!" She shouted, watching as he shook his hand, obviously in pain. "If he is a bomb, that could have set him off! You don't know!"

"What?" Bracewell squeaked from the floor. "A bomb?"

"Sorry, Professor, yes, you're a bomb! An inconveivably massive Dalek bomb. There's an Oblivion Continuum inside you, a captured wormhole that provides perpetual power. Detonate that, and the earth will bleed through into another dimension." He knelt by the Professor, tearing open the man's shirt and pulling out his sonic. "Now, keep down!" He used the sonic to open up his chest, revealing some sort of mechanics beneath his skin. A circle in the middle of it glowed blue, though soon one section of it turned yellow.

Amy, who had been gaping from the punch, finally stopped to ask, "Well?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know." He shook the screwdriver. "Never seen one up close before!"

"Oh, that's wonderful news!" Emma couldn't help but snap, leaning back against a table with a groan. "Everyone, prepare to bleed into another dimension."

"So, what," Amy sputtered. "they've wired him up to detonate?"

"Not wired him up! He is a bomb. Walking, talking," he poorly imitated the sound of an explosion to go with the next word. "exploding! The moment that flashes red."

"There's...a blue wire or something you have to cut, isn't there? There's always a blue wire." She was pointing at him and he stood, pointing right back. "Or a red one."

"Or maybe a green one."

The Doctor gave Emma a glare. "You're not helping."

"It's incredible!" Winston laughed. "He talked to us about his memories. The Great War-"

"Someone else's stolen thoughts, implanted in a positronic brain." The Doctor tossed his screwdriver back and forth in his hands. "Tell me about it, Bracewell! Tell me about your life!" He kneeled by the Professor again.

"Doctor, I really don't think this is the time-"

"Tell me and prove you're human." His voice softened. "Tell me everything."

"My family ran the post office. It's a little place just near the abbey." A section on his chest turned red. "Just by the ash trees. There used to be eight trees, but...but there was a storm."

The Doctor made some sort of hand gesture, trying to get him to hurry up. "And your parents? Come on! Tell me!"

"Good people. Kind people." He stuttered out quickly. "They...they died. Scarlet fever."

"What was that like? How did it feel?"

Emma scowled. "It wasn't bad enough that you hit him physically?" Her tone didn't match her face, it was sad more so than angry, her heart breaking for the man whose life had seemingly been a lie.

"How did it make you feel, Edwin? Tell me! Tell me now!"

"It hurt." He practically sobbed the words out. "It hurt, Doctor, so badly. Like a wound." Amy covered her mouth at that. Another section on Bracewells chest turned red and the one next to it turned yellow. "It was worse than a wound. Like I'd been emptied out. There was nothing." Tears filled Emma's eyes as she remember that was the way she had felt when her father left. It had been like he'd taken all of her insides with him and she was just a shell. Though, she supposed, her father leaving did not compare at all with what Bracewell had to go through.

"Good. Remember it now, Edwin! The ash trees by the post office and your mum and dad, and losing them and men in the trenches you saw die...remember it! Feel it, because you're human." The Doctor was speaking quicker as the third section turned orange and then red. "You're not like them. You are not like the Daleks!"

"It hurts, Doctor. It hurts so much!"

"Good! Good, good! Brilliant! Embrace it." A fourth section turned yellow. "That means you're alive! They cannot explode that bomb, you're a human being! You are flesh and blood! They cannot explode that bomb! Believe it! You are Professor Edwin Bracewell! And you, my friend, are a human being!" The section flickered to red and the last section went yellow. "It's not working, I can't stop it."

Amy headed to the two of them, kneeling beside Bracewell. "Hey...Paisley. Ever fancied someone you knew you shouldn't?"

"What?"

"Hurts, doesn't it?" The last section, which had turned to orange, flickered back to yellow. She and the Doctor exchange a look, a small smile appearing on her face. "But kind of a good hurt."

Bracewell looked to the Doctor before looking back at Amy. "I really shouldn't talk about her."

"Oh." She raised her eyebrows. "There's a her." Bracewell nodded and smiled, the last section on his chest turning blue.

"What was her name?" The Doctor asked.

"Dorabella."

"Dorabella?" He laughed for a moment before he realized his mistake. "It's a lovely name, it's a beautiful name."

Amy gave him a look and then asked Bracewell, "What was she like, Edwin?"

"Oh...such a smile." He said dreamily. "And her eyes...her eyes were so blue...almost violet. Like the last touch of sunset on the edge of the world...Dorabella..." At the last mention of her name, the entire circle on his chest turned blue.

"Welcome to the human race." The Doctor looked from him to Amy and smiled, snapping and turning around to face Winston. "You're brilliant," he pointed to Bracewell. "You're brilliant. And you..." His hands just made a movement in the air for a few seconds before he grabbed Amy and kissed her on the forehead, making her laugh. "Now, gotta stop them!" He stood, spinning on his heel. "Stop the Daleks!"

"Wait, Doctor! Wait!" He paused in the doorway at the sound of Bracewell's voice. "Wait." The Professor sat up, holding his arm to his torso. "It's too late. Gone." He shook his head as the Doctor walked back to him. "They've gone."

"No, no!" He nearly screamed, twisting around and looking at the ceiling. "They can't! They can't have got away from me again!"

"No, I can feel it." He adjusted his glasses. "My mind is clear. The Daleks have gone."

The Doctor grabbed onto a pole, looking as if he was about to pass out at any moment. Amy stepped forward and tried to reassure him. "Doctor, it's okay! You did it. You stopped the bomb. Doctor?"

"I had a choice. And they knew I'd choose the earth." He sounded completely devastated. "The Daleks have won. They beat me. They've won."

"But you saved the earth. Not too shabby, is it?"

He looked to Winston and then to Emma, who gave him a small smile. He slowly began to return it as Amy asked again, "Is it?"

"No. It's not too shabby." He threw his arms out before slapping his hands together.

"It's a brilliant achievement, my dear friend." Winston stepped towards him, pulling a cigar out of his jacket. "Here, have a cigar!"

"No." He waved the gift off. The hurt from having lost to the Daleks appeared on his face again when he thought no one was looking, not realizing that Emma still was.

"So, what now, then?" Amy stood with Winston and Emma.

"I still have a war to run, Miss Pond."

A woman walked over and handed him a slip of paper. "Prime Minister."

"Oh, thank you." He looked it over. "They hit the Palace and St. Paul's again. Fire crews only just saved it."

Emma looked up when Breen entered the room, the woman only keeping it together for a moment before she began to sob. "Is she okay?" She asked Winston.

"What?" He glanced up.

"She's...well, she's crying."

"Oh, Miss Breen. Her young man didn't make it, I'm afraid. Just got word." He frowned. "Shot down over the Channel." The three watched for a moment as Breen was comforted by another woman.

"Where's the Doctor?" Amy asked just as the man in question walked in.

"Tying up loose ends." He strode over to them. "I've taken out all the alien tech Bracewell put in."

"Won't you reconsider, Doctor?" Winston threw a hand in the air, frustrated. "Those Spitfires would win me the war in twenty-four hours."

The Doctor picked a cup of tea up off the table and took a sip. "Exactly."

"But why not? Why can't we put an end to all this misery?"

"Oh, it doesn't work like that, Winston." He put the cup down. "It's gonna be tough. There are terrible days to come. The darkest days. But you can do it. You know you can."

"Stay with us, and help us win through! The world needs you."

"The world doesn't need me." He smiled, shaking his head.

Winston looked surprised. "No?"

"The world's got Winston Spencer Churchill." He gave the man the 'V for victory' sign and Winston laughed.

"It's been a pleasure, Doctor, as always."

"Too right!" The two men opened their arms before embracing each other.

"Goodbye, Doctor."

He chuckled, patting his back. "Oh, shall we say adieu?"

"Indeed." Winston ended the hug and turned to Amy and Emma. "Goodbye, Miss Pond and Miss Walker."

"It's...it's been amazing." Amy clasped her hands beneath her chin. "Meeting you."

"I'm sure it has." He grinned when she kissed his cheek.

"Can I have a hug?" Emma asked, just a bit shy. "I mean, you're my absolute favorite, you know?" When he opened his arms, she wrapped one arm around him while slipping her free hand into his jacket pocket to take the TARDIS key. As she stepped back and held it in the air, the Doctor choked on his tea, patting the pocket he thought he had it in. "Who knew such a great man would resort to stealing?"

"Oh, she's good, Doctor! As sharp as a pin! Almost as sharp as me." He stuck a cigar in his mouth and lit it with a match. "KBO!" After he left, the Doctor held his hand in Emma's face, and with a soft smile and perhaps a roll of her eyes, she slapped the key into his open palm.

The Doctor, Amy, and Emma entered Bracewell's lab, and though his back was turned, he heard them come in. "I've been expecting you, Doctor." They made their way to him "I knew this moment had to come."

"Moment?"

"It's time to deactivate me." He started to turn towards them.

"Is it?" The Doctor paused at the look that Amy gave him, smiling. "Oh...yeah."

"You have no choice." He sighed. "I'm Dalek technology. Can't allow me to go pottering around down here where I have no business."

"No, you're dead right, Professor. One hundred percent right. And by the time I get back here in..." He turned to Amy and Emma. "What, ten minutes?"

"More like fifteen."

"Fifteen minutes, yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do. You are gonna be so deactivated. It's going to be like you've never even been...activated."

Amy nearly laughed. "Yeah."

"Fifteen minutes?" At the confused look on Bracewell's face, Emma couldn't help but feel bad for the guy.

"More like twenty, if I'm honest. Once Pond, Emma, and I see to the urgent thing-"

"Yes!" Amy nodded as the two pointed to each other.

"-we've got to see to. The...the...see?"

"Very well, Doctor. I shall wait here an prepare myself."

Amy leaned over the Doctor to say, "That Dalek tech's a little bit slow on the uptake." She raised her voice a bit. "That thing we've got to do. Gonna take half an hour, realistically, isn't it, Doctor?"

"Easily! So, no running off, that's what I'm saying. Don't go trying to find that little post office with the ash trees or that girl...what was her name?" The Doctor shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Dorabella."

"Dorabella. On no account go looking for her. Mind you, you can get a lot done in half an hour."

"Oh, stop torturing the poor man!" Emma stepped between the two and clapped a hand onto Bracewell's shoulder. "You're going to live a very long life, Professor. Marry Dorabella, run that post office, pass it onto your kids...adopted kids, probably, considering your age." She mumbled the last part, but smiled when the realization dawned on his face and he laughed.

"Thank you! Thank you, Doctor!"

The Doctor grinned back before he spun around. "Come along, Pond!" He gave Emma a look over his shoulder. "You can come, too, spoilsport." He stuck his tongue out at her huff and her glare, and the three headed out of the room and back to the TARDIS.

"So, you have enemies then?" Amy asked once the blue box was in view.

"Everyone's got enemies."

"Yeah, but mine's the woman outside Burgens with the mental Jack Russell." She and the Doctor leaned against the TARDIS' doors. "You've got, like, you know, archenemies."

"Suppose so."

She hummed, crossing her arms over her chest. "And here's me thinking we'd just be running through time, being daft and fixing stuff. But no, it's dangerous."

"Honestly, Amy." Emma scoffed. "In what world could time travel possibly be safe?"

"Yup, it's dangerous. Very." The Doctor turned his head to look at Amy. "Is that a problem?"

She leaned just a bit too close to him. "I'm still here, aren't I?" They shared a smile before her face turned serious. "You're worried about the Daleks."

"I'm always worried about the Daleks."

"It'll take time, though, won't it?" Their conversation seemed to go silent, though their mouths were still moving, as Emma saw the look in her friend's eyes. She knew that look. She'd seen that look several times, though it was always directed at Rory.

"Ever fancied someone you knew you shouldn't? Hurts, doesn't it? But kind of a good hurt."

She was pretty sure if she was in a television show, the camera would zoom in on her now wide eyes while dramatic music played in the background. "Oh my God."

"Emma?" Amy raised an eyebrow from where she was standing in the doorway of the TARDIS. "You coming? Or are you gonna stay here and marry Winston Churchill?" Her teasing tone snapped Emma out of the trance her realization had put her in.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah! Coming!" As the two rushed inside, the TARDIS began to flicker in and out of view, revealing a crack in the wall that none of them had seen. A crack that was identical the one that had been in Amy's bedroom.

"Emma!" The Doctor jogged up the stairs and into the hallway, heading for Emma's bedroom. "Emma, we need to have a chat. I'm still a bit cross with you for-" He stopped when he realized that her room was empty. "Emma?" His eyes searched every corner of the room, but he didn't spot her anywhere. He sighed. "I guess I'll just...wait." He said the word with disgust, moving over to her bed and sitting on the foot of it. He sat there for a total of thirty-three and a half seconds before he got bored and saw her phone laying on the mattress beside him. "Hmm, maybe I could play a game until..." His hand froze over it. "No. Too boring." That's when the screen lit up and the phone vibrated with a messaged that said 'Low Battery'. Of course, it caught his eye and he saw the background photo. "Is that...no, it can't be!" Glancing up to make sure Emma wasn't about to burst in, he picked up the phone and tried to figure out what button turned it back on. Once he did, the photo he saw was exactly what he thought he saw. He'd somehow ended up in the folder with the rest of her pictures and he was flicking through them, eyes widening a bit more after each one, when Emma walked into the room.

"What are you doing with my mobile?" Her mouth was full with a bit of the half-eaten banana in her hand, and she swallowed the fruit with a bit of difficulty.

"You went to Disney World with Jeff? And Paris?" His eyes widened even more when he went to the next picture. He turned the phone upside down in his hand, trying to twist his head the same way. "Can't say I'm sure where you are in this one. It's just of you two," he cleared his throat, a faint blush on his face. "snogging."

A/N - And there you have it. It was Jeff! Question, would you rather I keep Amy as the one who looks into the Angel's eyes, or do you want it to be Emma? I think I should be able to work with either! And, no, the conversation of Jeff being her boyfriend isn't over. It will be continued in the next chapter :)