(Victory of the Daleks, Part 1)
David watched as the Doctor eagerly popped his head outside of the TARDIS doors, only to slowly pull it back in to glance at them.
"What, wrong planet?" David said, noting the tense look on the Doctor's face.
"No…right planet. It just appears that we have a welcoming party, that's all!" the Doctor breathed lightly, allowing a thin smile to grace his face.
"Well, I'm not getting any younge—ah," Amy said, having succeeded in pushing both men through the open doorway. Guns. Never a good sign.
The group of soldiers parted to reveal a familiar face, holding a cigar clenched in his fingers.
"David, Amy…I give you, Winston Churchill!" the Doctor grinned, gesturing slightly.
"Doctor, is that really you?" Winston inquired, wearing a mocking frown, "And is that the lovely time machine you always travel in?"
"Yes, and no, Winston, my old friend," the Doctor replied, "You still can't have it, so don't even think of taking it by force."
"Very well, at ease men," Winston sighed, gesturing for the trio to follow, "You're late by the way—I rang you a month ago."
"Sorry, sorry, it's a Type 40 TARDIS. I'm still running her in," the Doctor said apologetically.
"Pretty sure she'd disagree with you, newbie," David smirked, giving him a look that pretty much said, 'Don't think I forgot about the clothes, Bowtie.'
"Yes, thank you, David," the Doctor countered, moving to shoulder swat the converse-clad man.
"So we're in an underground tunnel system, yeah?" Amy asked to the back of Winston's head as she inserted herself between the two men.
"Yes, my dear…now, I have something to show you, Doctor," Winston stated, an excited gleam twinkling in his eye.
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All of them crowded into a rickety elevator and stood in silence as Winston took another drag of his cigar—exhaling soon after. David found himself squinting through the smoke to stare at the impressive man, waiting to hear him deliver the next lines.
"We stand at a crossroads, Doctor, quite alone and with our backs to the wall. Invasion is expected daily, so I will grasp with both hands anything that will give us an advantage over the Nazi menace," Winston said firmly, eyes never leaving the Doctor's face.
"Such as…?" the Doctor answered after a pause, his stomach clenching ominously.
"Follow me," Winston replied, walking out on to the roof, "Now Doctor! This is Professor Edwin Bracewell, head of our Ironside Project."
"How do you do?" Professor Bracewell inquired from afar.
David internally grimaced. He knew what this "Ironside Project" really was, and he definitely didn't want to see it in action. The gloom must've registered on his face somehow because he noticed Amy mouthing, 'What's wrong?' at him. David could only gesture with his chin in hopes she'd pay attention to see for herself.
"Ready, Bracewell?" Winston called, waving his walking stick purposefully at the line of enemy planes approaching.
"Ai-Aye, sir! On my order…FIRE!" Professor Bracewell shouted, a volley of laser shots following the command and obliterating the planes.
"David, what was that?" Amy gasped, now understanding slightly the reason for his unease.
"Not human...or human technology. Thoughts, Doctor?" David answered, rubbing his ear thoughtfully and hoping to take the attention off of him.
"That almost sounded like…SHOW ME, show me what that was!" the Doctor yelled, climbing up to the next section—to be met with the terrifying sight of a…Dalek.
"Meet our new secret weapon!" Winston said smugly, "Quite something, isn't it?"
"What are you doing here?" the Doctor inquired, ignoring Winston's remark.
"I am. Your. Soldier," the Dalek replied in a grating voice.
"Perhaps I can help, this is one of my Ironsides," Professor Bracewell explained before turning to face the Dalek, "What is your ultimate aim?"
"To win. The WAR," the Dalek answered.
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"THEY'RE DALEKS, they are called DALEKS," the Doctor attempted to say.
"They are Bracewell's Ironsides, Doctor, look—blueprints, statistics, photographs!" Winston plowed on, the Doctor's please falling on deaf ears, "The man is a genius!"
"A Scottish genius, maybe you should listen to—," Amy cut in, clutching a few photos in her hand.
"—SHH!...He didn't invent them, they're alien and totally hostile," the Doctor said, attempting to control his temper.
"Yes, and they will lead us to victory!" Winston stated, voicing rising an octave as he pushed blue prints aside to reveal a Dalek propaganda poster.
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"Winston, why'd you call him if you weren't going to listen to a word he said?" David asked, giving the Doctor time to collect his temper.
"I'll admit, when I called a month ago, I had my doubts. They seemed too good to be true!" Winston conceded.
"DON'T say 'exterminate'," David snapped at the Time Lord—seeing the Doctor's mouth starting to form the sentence of 'yes, they are. You should exterminate them all.'
"And you still used them?" David continued, facing Winston as they walked.
"Yes! Think of the possibilities!" Winston replied enthusiastically as they entered a room.
"No, they ARE dangerous. Amy, tell him how dangerous they are," the Doctor cut in, staring at the red head.
"Why would I know anything about the Daleks?" Amy whispered, eyes squinting in confusion.
"Everything, they invaded your world. Planets in the sky—you don't forget that," the Doctor answered, glaring angrily at a Dalek as it rolled by, "Tell me you remember that."
"Nope. Sorry," Amy shrugged, side-stepping the Doctor to get a better look at the room.
"That's not…possible…," the Doctor said slowly, brow wrinkling slightly, "DAVID, tell Winston how bad they are!"
"Pretty bad. They think everything is inferior if it isn't them," David murmured, "It might have something to do with the plunger-whisk arm combo…but hey, that's just me."
"They're up to something…I don't like this," the Doctor grumbled, stomping over to Winston, "Be reasonable, Winston, they're dangerous."
"Every day we are pounded. Our men and women are killed…I weep for my country," Winston sighed, moving to a different part of the table.
"Wait until the Daleks get started. It won't be just your country that's in trouble, it'll be the EARTH," the Doctor hissed, "You are a beacon of hope. YOU CAN ENDURE."
David remembered all the episodes he had done featuring Daleks. Every single time it never ended well. Even though he tried to forget, and move on, elements of that show kept bleeding into his mind. He continued to watch Amy and the Doctor talk, noting that the Gallifreyan kept ramming home the "if evil looked like anything—it'd be a Dalek" idea. David never noticed the Dalek scoot up next to him.
"Would. You. Like. Some. TEA?" it growled with its metallic voice, triggering a mini-heart attack in David's chest.
"Depends. Did you put rat poison in it?" David bit out, rubbing his chest slowly.
"I am. Not. Familiar. With. That. Flavoring. Stranger," the Dalek replied, wheeling itself away.
'Did I just get sassed by DALEK…wait…it called me Stranger. Why would it do that?' he thought, straightening up just in time to see the Doctor stomping out of the room with a determined look on his face. 'Here we go again,' David half-grinned, following quickly…thoughts of the stranger remark still simmering in his mind.
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AN: Huzzah, another update! Thank you for your patience, I'm trying to not let long stretches of time go by without any postings (but some times it's unavoidable—apologies!). Hope everyone likes this one. Enjoy!