The Doctor's hands slid off the microphone and he walked to the console, his knuckles white from gripping on the metal rim. His jaw hurt from gritting his teeth, but he didn't care.

One last chance at defeating the Daleks once and for all but he still couldn't do it.

I can't. I'm sorry everyone, but I can't, he told himself, My only and maybe the last chance ever to get rid of them all, and I… Bracewell's a bomb… Who makes a person into a bomb? Bloody Daleks, that's who. I have to save the humans again. How typical.

So, with heavy hearts, he pursed his lip and gripped the microphone tightly in his hand.

"The Doctor to Danny Boy. The Doctor to Danny Boy. Withdraw," he said hesitantly. He hoped to God that he was making the right decision.

"Say that again, sir," the pilot called out in disbelief.

"Withdraw," he ordered, "Return to Earth with Evy, now!"

"But sir…"

"There's no time," he snapped, making Danny silent. "You both have to return to Earth now! Over!"

He dropped the radio angrily and set the coordinates to the Cabinet War rooms, London underground. With a deep breath, he pulled the final lever.

~x~

Evy opened the glass on the cockpit and jumped off from the edge of the fighter jet, landing on her feet with a thud. She leaned onto the wings of the plane, exhaling loudly as she removed the pilot helmet and flipped her red hair to the side.

Then, a familiar sound came to her ears. The TARDIS. She stopped whatever she was doing to run as fast as she could towards the- er… wheezing sound.

The Doctor stepped out of the doors and began to look around frantically. Hearing footsteps and a familiar voice calling out his name, he immediately rushed to her.

"Evy!" He grinned and pulled her into a warm embrace and he inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent before he pulled away. "You scared the living daylights out of me."

"Yeah. Sorry," she said sheepishly, "But anyways, why'd you send us off? We could've won!"

His smile faded and his expression grew dark. "I… I'm sorry. I couldn't because- because…" he trailed off and Evy raised a brow.

"Because?

"Because…" his face suddenly lit up as his eyes widened. "Bracewell's as bomb."

With that, he ran out of the room in a mad dash, forcing Evy to go after him. After the previous events, she found herself slowing down.

"Brace…well's… a… what?" Evy questioned breathlessly, catching up next to him.

"He's a bomb!" he yelled as they turned to dash across a hallway. "The Daleks are gonna detonate him if we don't get to him first."

The Time Lords ran into the War rooms, Evy doing the first thing that popped into her head. Her hands clenched into fists as she punched Bracewell right across his jaw, making him fall hard onto the ground.

"Evelyn!" Amy gasped, appalled, while Churchill looked on, stunned. She really was… hardcore.

"I am so, so sorry," she apologized, wincing as she held her hand. I did basically just knock out a metal android with my bare hands.

"You're a bomb!" the Doctor told him as he knelt onto the ground beside him. "An inconceivably massive Dalek bomb."

"W-what?" was all Bracewell managed to breathe out.

"There's an Oblivion Continuum inside you," Evy told him, "A captured wormhole that provides perpetual power. Detonate that, and the Earth will bleed through into another dimension!"

The Doctor pulled out his sonic, ripping open Bracewell's shirt. He flashed the sonic over it and much like in those Sci-Fi movies, his chest opened up like a chamber to reveal the metal skin underneath. In the center, there was a circular pad divided into five sections, each glowing blue.

But, one section slowly started to turn yellow.

"Well?" Amy asked rather loudly, fidgeting as Evy pulled out her sonic screwdriver.

He groaned and shook his head in frustration. "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno! Never seen one up close before!"

"I have," Evy remarked, scanning Bracewell with her sonic. "But never inside a living organism. If we open him up, he'll die. And if he does, the system will override. It'll activate."

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

"Not wired him up! He is a bomb. Walking, talking-"

"-Exploding."

"Yes, the very moment that flashes red," he explained before continuing to fiddle with the panel on Bracewell's chest.

"It's incredible," Churchill cut in, "He talked to us about his memories. The Great War…"

"Someone else's stolen thoughts," the Doctor stood up and started pacing around the room, nervously tossing the sonic back and forth between his hands. "They implanted a positronic brain."

"Tell me about it. Bracewell, tell us about your life," he knelt down again and Churchill furrowed his brows.

"I beg your pardon? Doctor, I really don't think this is the time!"

"Oh, you are brilliant," Evy told him, seeing his idea. "Bracewell, tell us and prove you're human. Tell us everything."

The professor – well, Amy and Churchill as well – seemed to have no clue. After all, they were in a life-threatening situation and now he was supposed to tell his whole life story to save the world. But, he paused for a moment to think of what to say.

"My… family ran the post office. It's a little place just near the abbey," he began, "There used to be eight trees but… But there was a storm."

"And you're parents?" the Doctor hurried him, noticing that the first section had just turned red.

"Good people. Kind people. They… They died. Scarlet fever…"

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

Tears began to form in his eyes as painful memories flooded back. He didn't want to remember it. It was all too much. "Please…" he pleaded, but the Doctor was determined.

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

"It hurt," he finally admitted as he choked on a sob. "It hurts, Doctor, so badly. Like a wound… It was worse than a wound. Like I'd been emptied out. There was nothing."

Still, the second section was now red, the third already beginning to glow yellow. Seeing this, the Doctor knew he had to rush.

"Good. Remember it now, Edwin! The ash trees by the post office and your mum and dad. Losing them and men in the trenches you saw die. Remember it! Feel it, because you are human!"

The third section turned red.

"It hurts!" he winced and squinted his eyes, letting a tear fall from his cheek. "It hurts so much!"

The Doctor managed a small smile and nodded. "Good! Good, good! Brilliant. Embrace it! You're not like them. You are not like the Daleks!"

The fourth section turned red.

"That means you're alive!" the Doctor tried, frantic, "They cannot explode that mob, you are 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 fifth section began to turn yellow.

"I-it's not working," he breathed out, "I can't stop it."

His body slumped as he stared down at the floor in defeat. Amy reached out her hand and held his. 'It's okay. It's not your fault,' he heard her whisper. He gripped her hand tightly, but still refused to look up.

Evy eyed Bracewell, who staring blankly into space, tears still streaming down his face. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to be controlled like… like some puppet.

The Doctor tried to make him feel pain. One of the things that makes a human, just human. But… there's got to be one more thing. Something that brings out all of our emotions. Something that makes us feel so… alive.

She paused and bit her lip before stepping forward and kneeling down by the Doctor.

"Hey, Paisley boy. Ever… fancied someone you know would love you back...?"

Bracewell turned to look at her. "W…what?"

The last section froze.

"Hurts, doesn't it? But then again… a good kind of hurt," she smiled, "Get what I mean?"

"I really shouldn't talk about her."

"Oh," Amy began to smile, glancing at Evy before turning back to Bracewell. "So there is a her."

The fifth section turned blue.

"What was her name?" the Doctor asked as his expression lightened.

A smile tugged at Bracewell's lips and they could tell he was thinking of her at this very moment. "Dorabella."

The fourth section turned blue.

"Dorabella?" the Doctor smiled, "It's a lovely name. Beautiful, in fact."

"What was she like, Edwin?" Amy asked.

"Oh…" his murmured, "Such a smile."

The third section turned blue.

"And her eyes…" he sighed as he started dreamily at the ceiling. "Her eyes were so blue… almost violet. Like the last touch of sunset on the edge of the world…"

The second became blue as well.

"Dorabella…"

And finally, the first.

The Doctor broke out into a wide grin. "Welcome to the human race," he laughed before turning to everyone in the room, pointing his finger at them.

"You were brilliant," he told Churchill before pointing to Bracewell. "You were brilliant," he turned to Amy, "You were absolutely brilliant," and he finally turned to Evy.

"And you are… just-" he could help himself to a big, goofy smile as he pulled her up into a hug.

"Now!" he pulled away and jumped up. "We gotta stop them! Stop the Daleks!"

"Wait! Doctor, wait!" he called as he sat up, the Time Lord immediately stopping to look at him. "It's too late. Gone. They've gone."

"No, no, no!" he shook his head in disbelief, "They can't! They can't have gotten away again!"

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

The Doctor leaned against a pole behind him, drained, letting his head drop with a breath. Amy and Evy exchanged a worried glance, a silent conversation running in their heads.

Amy decided to speak up, "It's okay! You did it. You stopped the bomb. Doctor?"

"I had a choice, Amy," he sighed, closing his eyes. "They knew I'dchoose Earth. The Daleks won. They beat us."

"But, you saved the Earth," Evy reminded him with a small smile ass he helped Bracewell to his feet. "Not too shabby, is it?"

She looked up to everyone in the room. "Well? Is it?"

They were all smiling. Amy. Churchill. Bracewell. Danny- Boy. Breen. And all the other people that are alive and well because of one man. The Doctor.

"No," Amy smiled as she put her hands on her hips.

Churchill took a tobacco out of his mouth and grinned slowly. "Absolutely not."

The Doctor paused, looking around at everyone. They all nodded. Maybe he was wrong.

"It's not too shabby."

~x~

"Stay with us and help us win through! With Miss Evelyn's splendid flying skills, the Nazis won't even know what hit them!" Churchill nudged Evy jokingly before turning to the Doctor.

"And you, Doctor… Well, let's just say that the world needs you."

"Oh, the world doesn't need me," the Doctor waved him off – but don't get him wrong, he was proudly flattered.

"No?"

"The world's got Winston Spencer Churchill!"

Churchill laughed, "It's been a pleasure, as always."

"Too right." He reached forward and the two shared a brotherly embrace.

"Goodbye, Doctor."

"Oh, shall we say adieu?"

"Indeed," Churchill pulled back and turned to the Pond sisters. "Miss Evelyn and Miss Amy."

"Prime Minister," Evy gave her final salute as Amy went to hug Churchill as well. "It has been amazing," she told him, "Meeting you."

Amy kissed him on the cheek and he turned to head for the door. "Oi, Churchill!" she called out as she held out her hand, "TARDIS key. The one you just took from the Doctor."

Evy had to stifle a laugh as the said Time Lord nearly choked on his tea as he patted his pockets, looking at Churchill in shock.

"Oh, she's good, Doctor. Sharp as a pin!" the man laughed as he put his hands into his pockets, only to realize that they key was no longer there.

"You're not the only pickpocket around here," Evy smiled and held up the key herself, the way a magician would do it in a magic show before handing it over to the Doctor.

Churchill gave her a pat on the back as he laughed, lighting his cigar. "Keep buggering on!"

~x~

Bracewell stood stoically in his office, waiting, as the trio stepped in.

"I've been expecting you," he sighed and turned around, a black leather glove now over his stump. "I knew this moment had to come."

But the Doctor just scrunched his brows and frowned. "Moment?"

"It's time to deactivate me."

"Is it?" he glanced and shared a look with the girls beside him. "Oh… yeah."

"You have no choice. I'm Dalek technology," he explained, a sad look on his face, "Can't allow me to go pottering around here where I have no business."

"No, you're dead right, professor. 100 percent right. And by the time we get back here in…" he turned to the Ponds, silently asking for help.

"Um… Ten minutes?" Evy suggested, playing along.

"No, uh…" Amy shrugged, "More like fifteen minutes?"

"Fifteen minutes," he nodded, throwing a quick wink at them. "Yeah, that's exactly what we're going to do. You are going to be so deactivated. It's going to be like you've never been… activated."

Evy gave a loud sigh at his horrible acting and put a hand up to her face. But Bracewell didn't seem to notice.

"15 minutes?" he frowned.

"More like 20," Evy added, nudging the Doctor's arm, "Right, Doctor?"

"Yes! Right, yes. 20 minutes. Once the Ponds and I see the um… urgent… thing."

"Yeah."

"We've got to see to… The…the…see..?"

"Very well, Doctor," Bracewell nodded, actually believing in their little skit. "I shall wait here and prepare myself."

Amy turned to Evy and crossed her arms. "That Dalek tech's a little bit slow on the uptake," she whispered loudly to her for Bracewell to hear. "That thing we've got to do. Gonna take half an hour, realistically isn't it, Doctor?"

"Oh, yes. Um… seeing the uh… see. Maybe even an hour! To go see the… see…"

Evy couldn't take it anymore. She lightly punched his arm, making him shut up as she tried to cover it up by holding onto his arm, affectionately.

"Ahaha… Very funny, Doctor," she gave a short, sarcastic laugh, "What he meant was… No running off! Don't go trying to find that little post office with the ash trees or… or… Dorabella!"

Bracewell's face fell at the mention of her name. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the Doctor's terrible lines.

"Yes, Dorabella. On no account go looking for her. Mind you, you can do a lot in an hour. Bake a cake, watch a movie, create a computer hacking program that has all those little codes- "

"Doctor."

"Sorry."

Bracewell broke out into a wide grin and laughed, "Thank you, Doctor!"

The Doctor just gave him a smile before taking Evy's hand and turned to leave the room, saying,

"Come along, Ponds!"

~x~

Once they reached the TARDIS, Evy unlocked the door with a click and entered almost immediately. Amy went to head inside as well, but the Doctor grabbed her wrist.

"What?" she asked, clue-less.

"Um… We need to talk," he whispered, moving away from the TARDIS. "About your sister."

Noticing no one was coming inside, Evy opened the door and popped her head to look at them in confusion. "Something wrong?"

The Doctor immediately dropped Amy's wrist and smiled. "Oh, um…nothing."

"Sure?"

"Yes!" he answered maybe a bit too fast. "Anyways, Evy, could you, uh… run the engines? Just test them. Seem to be phasing…"

Evy paused for a moment looking between Amy and him with suspicion before mumbling 'okay' and heading back inside, closing the doors shut behind her.

"Oh, thank God," he breathed out before turning to the red-head beside him. "Amy, please, before she comes back, I need to ask a few questions. This may be the only time."

"Hit me."

"Great! First question, who's Scott and who's he to her?"

"That's… two questions."

He scrunched his eyebrows and counted to 2 with his fingers. "Yeah- Nevermind that! Just answer the question please."

"O-kay, Mr. Grumpy," Amy rolled her eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, "Nathan Scott Barnes. Police officer as well. Known him since I was… 18. He and Evy became work partners pretty much since she got the job and he's been helping her ever since."

"Help her do what?"

"Oh, didn't she tell you?"

The Doctor shook his head.

"Well, she's been depressed since you left. Didn't eat, didn't go outside, didn't talk to anyone but me and Aunt Sharon sometimes. Poor lassie. It wasn't until he came up and offered her a job as Scotland Yard that she actually… lived a happy life and moved on."

"Okay… But does she.." he swallowed thickly, "Are they together?"

"I'd say yes, but…"

"But…?"

"She's Evelyn Paris! She doesn't do… relationships. But don't get me wrong, I did ask her about Scott."

"And what did she say?"

"Well, she didn't really answer the question. But she said that he would probably never feel the same way 'cause, you know, human and Time Lord thing. She'd get older, he won't."

"Wait, wait, wait," the Doctor paused, "Does Scott know about Evy being a… Time Lord?"

"That's what she's scared of. Said it 'wouldn't work'," Amy explained, making quotation marks with her fingers.

"Right. Well, we should probably get back."

With a nod, the Doctor opened the TARDIS doors, allowing Amy to go in first before proceeding inside himself.

~x~

Amy sat in the chair by the console, eyeing the two Time Lords as they seemed to dance around the console, setting controls. It was like a dance they both knew the steps to, matching eatch other as they so often did.

"Evy, have you ever loved someone who wouldn't fancy you back?" the Doctor couldn't help but ask her. The question had been flittering around his mind since Evy had said the words to Bracewell.

"What?" she stifled a laugh, steadfastly keeping her gaze on the console.

"You heard me."

"Well, if you're really that desperate, then," Evy looked up with a little smile, "There is this one bloke…"

Amy blinked, a bit surprised and waggled her eyebrows with a smirk. "Oh, so the tough nut finally cracks! Go on. Tell us about him, then."

"He's… absolutely wonderful," she admitted, dazing off a bit, "He protects people for a living. And… that's what I like about being his accomplice. He helped me learn to…keep moving forward. To run and never stop running."

"Well," the Doctor gave a weak smile, hoping she didn't notice his hurt. "I'd love to meet Scott someday. Seems like a wonderful bloke."

She furrowed her brows. "Scott Barnes?"

"Yes, Scott. The bloke you're talking about is him, no?"

Evy paused before removing herself from the console and walking up towards him. She looked up with a sparkle in her eye at as she bit her lip, as if trying to hide a wide grin.

"I wasn't talking about Scott."

The Doctor swallowed thickly and prayed to God that she wouldn't notice the redness of his face or hear the sound of his hearts beating like mad. He tried to say something, but at this moment, he was at a loss for words.

"I- well, um.. hah…" he laughed nervously, regaining his senses. "Well, then- I guess, whoever he may be… I hope he… feels the same way."

Amy could've sworn she saw Evy's expression change into a sad- no, disappointed one as she gave a weak smile, telling him, "Yeah… I hope so too…"

Then, as if nothing happened, the slowly two went back to working at the console quietly, avoiding each other's gaze. Amy just looked between the two, dumbfounded, knowing that they had entirely missed something about the other.

Evy might not had said the exact words, but she was sure about one thing. Something was definitely happening between the two. They just had to realize it.

'God,' Amy sighed, 'Are they really that blind?'

~~~~~CHAPTER 4 END~~~~~

A/N: Well, there you have it! I'm sorry this (again) took so long. Exams, ugh. But it's our last day today, so you will be hearing more from me since it's our Summer break! Yey! Anyways, I hope you like the last part with Scott ;) More to be revealed soon…

Oh, and I'm just going to confirm some things (the Cast, to be more specific):

Matt Smith as The 11th Doctor

Lily Collins as Evy Paris/Pond

Karen Gillan as Amy Pond

Scott Barnes as Sam Claflin (oh yes, I did)

So, yeah. Thanks again for the continuous support. It's readers like you that keep me going! God speed everyone and STAY AWESOME!

-Anj 3