Just realized that I have broken the thirty thousand word count AND I've reached chapter 10! YES! *does happy dance of victory*

Thank you to all my reviewers. I hope I answered your questions well :)

Answer: Weeping Angels, hands down. The Silence and them were tied for first but I read an official monster guide (yes, I know, shut up) and it said something rather creepy about the angels. The Weeping Angels isn't actually their name, remember? They're called the Lonely Assassins and APPARENTLY the can take the shape or form of any statue.

*Thinks hard about the title of episode five of season 7*

The Angels take Manhattan

Manhattan…New York…NEW YORK. THE STAUE OF FREAKING LIBERTY! WE'RE SCREWED!

Food for thought :)

Disclaimer: Is there a point to this other than to make poor fangirls suffer and sob at the fact that they do not, in fact, own Doctor Who?

Chapter 10

We were in the map room when a man announced with panic, "The generators won't switch off. The lights are on all across London, Prime Minister."

"It has to be them," Amy realized, "Has to be the Daleks."

"The Germans can see every inch of the city. We're sitting ducks!" Winston turned to another man, "Get those lights out before those Germans get here. Thousands will die if we don't get those lights out."

"German bombers sighted near the channel, sir. They'll be here in ten minutes, sir." Breen reported.

"Here they come," Winston sighed before giving off orders.

"We can't just sit here!" Amy said, "We've got to take the fight to the Daleks!"

"How? None of our weapons are a match for theirs." Winston retorted.

"Oh god, we must have something…" Amy groaned.

"We do," I said, and they both spun to me, "You know, villains always make mistakes, you just have to wait for it. And they made this mistake a long time ago. We need to go see Bracewell."

"He was made by the Daleks!" Amy realized.

"Yup!" I nodded, walking off, "And we can use that against them."

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We walked into the lab, where Bracewell was pointing a gun at himself. I looked on sadly at the familiar scene.

"Bracewell!" Winston called, "Put the gun down."

"My life is a lie," Bracewell said, his voice shaking slightly, "And I choose to end it."

"On your own time then," I smiled softly and moved close to him, "Because right now we need your help."

"But those creatures…my Ironsides. They made me," Bracewell continued, "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?!"

"What you are, sir is either on our side or theirs," Winston responded, "Now I don't give a damn if you're a machine, Bracewell. Are you a man?"

"Listen to me," I said to Bracewell softly, "I understand. I really do," I took the gun from him, "I know where your head is and it isn't a pretty place. But we need you, Bracewell, because the Daleks have lit up London like Christmas tree. Thousands of people will die tonight; hundreds of homes will be destroyed, if we don't stop them. You are the only one who can help us take them down."

"I am?" Bracewell wondered.

"You're Dalek technology," I explained, "You're as clever as the Daleks are…so start thinking."

"What about rockets?" Amy wondered, "Have you got rockets? Because you said gravity whats-its and hypersonic flight. Some kind of missile."

"This isn't a fireworks party, Miss Pond; we need proper tactical- Oh! A missile!" Winston realized.

And cue facepalm.

"Or," Winston continued.

"Or what?" Amy asked.

"We could send something up there you say?" Winston questioned Bracewell.

"Well, with a gravity bubble, yeah," Bracewell pulled out the diagram with his good hand, "Theoretically, it's possible that you could actually send something into space."

"Bracewell," Winston announced, dropping the papers back on the table, "It's time to think big."

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We were back in the map room and Amy was pacing anxiously. "Do you think it'll work?" she asked me.

"Give it a couple of minutes," I told her, "Everything will be fine, though there are a couple of incredibly tense moments coming up."

Bracewell walked in before Amy got the chance to respond. "At last!" Winston cried, "Are they ready?"

"I hope so," Bracewell said, hefting a small round screen in a green box onto the table, "But in the meantime…" he whacked the box, "This will pick up Dalek transmissions."

The screen went static before showing a black and white image of the Doctor and the new Daleks.

"…THE PARADIGM OF THE NEW DALEK RACE."

"It's him!" Amy said happily, "It's the Doctor!"

"SCIENTIST, STRATEGIST, DRONE, ETERNAL, AND THE SUPREME." The white Dalek listed.

Hmm, let's see… the Daleks are bigger and brighter… Apparently they got tired of being the size of fifth graders and decided to upgrade to being as tall as sixth graders. SO impressive. Taste the rainbow Dalek pepperpots. Oh, Tumblr had a field day with this…

"Which would be you I'm guessing," The Doctor gestured to the white one, "Well; you have a nice paint job. I'd be feeling pretty swish if I looked like you. Pretty supreme."

"He's got company," I remarked to the small group that had gathered around us, "New company."

"You've got to hurry up." Amy urged Winston just as a phone started ringing.

Bracewell picked it up, "Yes? ...Right, right, thanks." He hung up, "Ready when you are, Prime Minister."

"Send it!" Winston answered immediately.

"The spaceship's exact coordinates located." Bracewell said.

Winston gave some orders and a man started speaking into a phone, "Bronze Horse to Dannyboy, Bronze Horse to Dannyboy! Scramble, scramble, scramble!"

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"ALERT: UNIDENTIFIED PROJECTILE APPROACHING. CORRECTION: MULTIPLE PROJECTILES."

"WHAT HAVE THE HUMANS DONE?"

"I don't know." the Doctor retorted.

"EXPLAIN. EXPLAIN. EXPLAIN!"

"Dannyboy to the Doctor, Dannyboy to the Doctor, are you receiving me, over?" A voice came over the intercom.

"Oh, Winston, you beauty!" the Doctor shouted in delight to the ceiling.

"Dannyboy to the Doctor, come in, over."

"Loud and clear, Dannyboy! Big dish, side of the ship, blow it up, over!" he instructed, running to avoid laser beams as the Daleks shot at him.

"EXTERMINATE THE DOCTOR!"

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"You heard him, Group Captain, target that dish!" Winston ordered, "Send it all we've got!"

"Bronze Horse to Dannyboy, Bronze Horse to Dannyboy, target that dish and stop that signal, over." The Captain said.

"Understood, sir. You can count on us, sir, over."

"Oh, good luck, lads!" a curly haired woman cheered.

"We've lost Jubilee sir, over."

"Beam still active, sir." The Captain reported.

"Send them in again," Winston ordered.

I watched with a slight sense of foreboding as the second pilot went out.

"The dish seems to be protected, over." Dannyboy told us.

"I'm going in," Dannyboy continued, "Wish me luck, over."

"Direct hit, sir!" the Group Captain called, and the entire room burst into cheers as London was put back under the cover of darkness.

I laughed and cheered along with everyone else, but I kept a close eye on Bracewell. Shouldn't be long now…

And it wasn't. Not two minutes later the Doctor ran in and promptly punched Bracewell in the face before clutching his hand.

"Doctor!" Amy cried in surprise.

"Sorry Bracewell, you're a bomb! An inconceivably massive Dalek bomb."

"What?" Bracewell cried.

"There's an Oblivion Continuum inside you, a captured wormhole that provides perpetual power. Detonate that and the Earth will bleed through to another dimension." The Doctor explained quickly, fishing out his sonic from his pocket.

The Doctor quickly ripped open Bracewell's shirt. "Now keep down!" he ordered before sonicing Bracewell, who's chest slid open like panels to reveal a metal version of his chest underneath with the bomb inside, which was lit up and counting down.

"Well?" Amy breathed.

"I don't know!" the Doctor responded, "Never seen one up close before."

"So, what? They've wired him up to detonate?" Amy guessed.

"No," I sighed, "He is the bomb. A walking, talking, living bomb."

"Exploding!" the Doctor added, making an explosion motion with his hands, "The moment that flashes red."

"There's a blue wire or something you have to cut!" Amy said desperately, mildly panicking, "Isn't there? There's always a blue wire! Or a red one…"

"Not helping," I told her.

"It's incredible!" Winston said, sounding as confused and surprised as anyone else, "He talked about his memories. The Great War!"

"Someone else's stolen thoughts, implanted into a positronic brain." The Doctor answered.

"Tell me about your life," the Doctor said to Bracewell, kneeling by him.

"What's he doing?" Amy whispered to me.

"He's trying to get him to believe that he's human…because a human can't become a bomb and detonate." I whispered back.

"Doctor, I really don't think this is the time." Bracewell responded.

"Tell me and prove you're human," the Doctor answered, "Tell me everything."

The first panel turned red.

I sighed and closed my eyes, letting my head drop as well as I ran through the episode in my mind.

Oh Doctor, you should know that this isn't going to work… You spend so much time with humans, but you aren't human in the slightest.

I looked up at Amy, who was watching the Doctor and Bracewell with a serious look, but she wasn't quite sure…

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I whispered.

She glanced at me with amusement, "You too, huh?"

That's exactly what Jack said to Martha. Oh, God, the irony…

"It won't matter in the end," I shook my head sadly, "Do you know…"

"What we could do?" she finished, "Yeah."

"Let's do it then."

We both kneeled by Bracewell, and I eyed the countdown carefully.

The last one is almost red.

"Hey," I whispered, "Edwin."

His eyes flickered over to Amy and I, tearful, as the Doctor watched us curiously.

"Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't?" Amy continued.

"What?" he wondered, confused at the sudden change.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" I smiled sadly at him, my eyes flicking to the Doctor for less than a second.

"But kind of a good hurt," Amy said to him.

The countdown started going backwards. Very, very, slowly.

"I really shouldn't talk about her."

"Oh," I smiled, "There's a her."

"What's her name?" the Doctor asked, catching on.

"Dorabella," Bracewell breathed with a slight smile on his face.

"Dorabella," the Doctor grinned, "That's a lovely name, a beautiful name."

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

"Oh, such a smile," his smile was full blown now, "Her eyes were so blue, almost violet, like the last touch of sunset at the edge of the world… Dorabella…"

The bomb powered down.

"Welcome to the human race," I grinned at Bracewell who grinned right back, relieved that he wasn't the cause of the death of an entire planet.

The Doctor grinned at us before turning to Winston, "You're brilliant," he turned to Bracewell, "You're brilliant and you," he gestured to the two of us, unsure what to say before tightly hugging us both simultaneously.

"Now," he continued, jumping up, "Gotta stop them, gotta stop the Daleks!"

"Wait, Doctor, wait!" Bracewell called, "It's too late. They're gone."

"Gone?" the Doctor questioned, "They're gone? No, no! They can't! They can't have got away from me again!"

He was angry and shouting, pacing frantically as the entire room stared at him.

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

The Doctor had an almost defeated look on his face as Amy walked over to him. "Doctor, it's okay! You did it, you stopped the bomb." Amy looked at his face again, before cautiously saying, "Doctor?"

"I had a choice," he breathed, "They knew I'd choose the Earth. The Daleks have won. They've beaten me, they've won."

"You saved the Earth." Amy emphasized, "Not too shabby, is it?"

There was a pause.

"Is it?"

"No," he grinned half-heartedly, "It's not too shabby."

"It's a brilliant achievement, my dear friend," Winston stepped up, "Here, have a cigar!"

The Doctor just waved him off and I chuckled. Amy sent me a glance and then looked at the Doctor pointedly. I recalled what I had asked Amy about earlier.

I merely smirked at her.

"Now then!" the Doctor grinned, "I should probably get rid of all your alien tech. Can't leave that here."

Winston started to protest but the Doctor cut him off, "If I don't get rid of it, Winston, it could blow a hole the size of France in the Universe."

"First Belgium, now France," I mumbled to myself, laughing silently, "What's next, Russia?"

"Phoenix, I'm going to need a hand with the removal," the Doctor said, already walking down a hallway, "Amy, search the room for anything that looks wrong."

I rolled my eyes and ran after the Doctor, trying not to notice Amy's sad smile as she watched us go.

"So, what are we looking for?" I asked, looking around Bracewell's workspace curiously.

"I need you…" he tugged me over to an object that didn't look like anything my mind could comprehend, "To hold this here…" he pulled back a part of it and I immediately held it in the exact spot, "While I empty out the insides."

"How long is this going to take?" I questioned.

"Ten minutes," he responded instantly.

"Which ten minutes?"

"What do you mean, 'Which ten minutes?' I mean ten minutes." He answered.

"Yes, but ten minutes on Earth, ten minutes on Mars, ten minutes on Frempalla…"

The Doctor paused in his sonicing and glanced at me. "You're good." He commented.

I smiled slightly, "Thanks. Which ten minutes?"

He chuckled, "Fifteen Earth minutes."

"Right then," I sighed and shifted slightly so my arm could hold the piece back without getting tired.

Half an hour later he had disabled all the alien tech and reduced it to scrap metal that Winston could reuse.

"One more thing…" he mumbled, pulling out his sonic and waving it around, "The Daleks mentioned high levels of nitrogen and carbon, along with a high heat level. I asked them about it on their ship and they said that if it exploded that England would become a series of small islands…"

He frowned spinning around to face me, sonicing the walls behind me. "Whenever I get close to it, it moves away! How is it doing…" he turned to me, "Oh."

My brain had come to the same conclusion. Whenever he'd gotten close to me with the sonic, I had moved.

He flashed the sonic and glanced at the readings, "Nitrogen, carbon…" his eyes went wide, "3,500 degree temperature… You don't feel warm by any chance, do you?"

I snorted and shook my head. "No. I could stand in the hottest point of the Sahara in the middle of the dry season, and I would still be ever-so-slightly cold in the tips of my toes and the ends of my fingers."

"Have you always been that way, even in your world?" he asked, sonicing me again.

"Yes."

"Oh, Phoenix…" he sighed, peering at the results, "When was the last time you were warm?"

"I don't know." I responded.

I was lying.

I could tell when it was hot, and I would still sweat if it was more than eighty degrees, but some part of me was always cold. The last time I had been warm was last night, when I had curled up with him. I'd never really felt real warmth, but when I woke up… Warmth, all the way down to my fingers and toes.

"What does the cold do to you?" he wondered. He was probably lining up my reactions with a list in his mind. And knowing my stories and the thousands of others on the internet, it wasn't going to be that easy.

"It makes me tired. Not in the hypothermia-induced-hallucinating-tired, but just normal, sleepy tired."

His frowned deepened and he soniced me again, before sighing. "I'll have the TARDIS scan you when we get back to her. She'll know what you are."

I tilted my head curiously, "So, I'm not human, then?"

He shook his head. "No."

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay then. I'll put that on the freak out about later list."

"There's a list?" he wondered.

"There's a list." I confirmed, "Let's get back to the others then, if we're all done here."

There was a pause before he nodded and started walking towards the door, "Right! Right. Back to Pond, then."

"Back to Pond," I repeated, chuckling and we walked down the hallway in comfortable, albeit curious, silence.

"Where's the Doctor and Phoenix?" we heard Amy ask.

"Tying up loose ends," the Doctor announced, "We've taken out all the alien tech Bracewell put in."

"Won't you reconsider, Doctor?" Winston implored, "Those Spitfires would win me the war in twenty-four hours!"

"Exactly." I responded, watching with amusement as the Doctor drank a cup of tea. Where did he get that from?

"But why can't we just put an end to all this misery?" Winston continued.

"Oh, it doesn't work like that, Winston. It's gonna be tough. There are terrible days to come, the darkest days, but you can do it." The Doctor encouraged, "You know you can."

"Stay with us, Doctor! Help us! The world needs you." Winston pleaded.

"No," the Doctor shook his head, "The world doesn't need me."

"No?"

"The world's got Winston Spencer Churchill," the Doctor grinned, giving another 'V' for Victory.

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

"You're right," the Doctor grinned and the two men hugged, the Doctor unaware that Winston just took his key.

"Goodbye Doctor."

"Shall we say ado?"

"Indeed," Winston agreed before turning to Amy and shaking her hand, "Goodbye, Miss Pond."

"It's been amazing, meeting you." Amy laughed.

"I'm sure it has," Winston responded and I chuckled.

"And Phoenix," Winston turned to me and I shook his hand, "You best keep your man in line." He nodded towards the Doctor, obviously referring to the slap I had planned for him.

"He's not my man," I corrected, "And we'll see you again, Winston. I'm certain of it."

"I hope so," he chuckled and started walking off.

"Hey, Churchill!" I called and Winston turned, raising an eyebrow. I held out my hand, "TARDIS key. The one you just took from the Doctor."

The Doctor nearly choked on his tea and Amy busted up laughing at the horrified expression on his face as he searched his pockets.

"Oh, she's good, Doctor," Winston smiled placing the key in my palm, "As sharp as a pin. Almost as sharp as me and more than a match for you." He lit his cigar, "KBO!"

Winston walked off and the Doctor held out his hand. I grudgingly placed it there and he pocketed it.

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We walked into the laboratory, the alien equipment gone. Well, most of it. Is that a Dalek laser? How did we miss that?

"I've been expecting you," Bracewell sighed, "I knew this moment had to come."

"Moment?" the Doctor asked, confused.

"It's time to deactivate me."

"Is it? Oh! Uh," he glanced at Amy and me, "Yeah."

"You have no choice," Bracewell continued, "I'm Dalek technology. Can't allow me to go pottering around here where I have no business."

"No, you're right.100% right. And by the time I get back, in what, ten minutes…"

"More like fifteen," Amy corrected.

"Yeah, fifteen minutes, that's exactly what I'm going to do. You're going to be so deactivated it's gonna by like you'd never even been activated."

"Fifteen minutes?" Bracewell repeated.

"More like twenty," I chimed in.

"Phoenix, Pond and I need to go see to some…thing."

"Yes!" Amy agreed.

"We've got to see to," he continued, eyeing Bracewell, "See?"

"Very well, Doctor," Bracewell sighed, "I shall wait here and prepare myself."

"That Dalek tech is a bit slow on the update," Amy muttered before continuing louder, "That thing we've got to do, it's gonna take half an hour isn't it?"

"Easily," the Doctor agreed, "So no running off, that's what I'm saying. Don't go trying to find that post office with the ash trees or that girl, what was her name?"

"Dorabella," Bracewell replied, slightly confused.

"Dorabella. On no account go looking for her."

"Then again," I grinned slyly, "You can get a lot done in half an hour."

You could see the realization on Bracewell's face and he lit up like a star, probably the happiest man alive. "Thank you! Thank you, Doctor!"

"Come along Pond, Phoenix," the Doctor spun around, leaving with Amy right behind him, myself skipping ahead of them.

"Doctor," Bracewell called, "Don't let her get away."

The Doctor grinned. "I'll try not to."

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"So, you have enemies then?" Amy questioned as we approached the TARDIS.

"Everyone's got enemies," I reminded her.

"Yeah, but mine's the woman outside Botchen's with the mental Jack Russell," Amy said, "You've got, like, you know, archenemies."

"I suppose so," the Doctor answered.

"Hm. And here's me thinking we'd just be running through time being daft and fixing stuff, but no. It's dangerous."

"Yup. Very." The Doctor answered, and I could see he was waiting for her to ask to go home, "Is that a problem?"

"I'm still here, aren't I?" Amy smirked, "And Phoenix wouldn't leave you for every star in the sky." She observed him for a moment, "You're worried about the Daleks."

"I'm always worried about the Daleks," he sighed.

"It'll take time though, won't it?" Amy pondered, "There's still not many of them. They'll need awhile to build themselves up."

"It's not that," I cut in.

"It's something else," the Doctor agreed, "Something we've forgotten, or rather you have."

"Me?"

"You didn't know them, Amy," the Doctor told her, "You'd never seen them before and you should've done. You should."

He walked into the TARDIS, leaving a very confused Amy.

I pulled her in and the machine dematerialized as Amy asked, "Does he get mood swings a lot?"

"I think he's bi-polar," I smirked, "It would explain a lot of his behavior."

I pretended not feel unsettled that there was a crack in the wall of the Cabinet War Rooms, right behind the TARDIS, that neither Amy nor the Doctor had seen.

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Amy had wandered off into the TARDIS as the Doctor fiddled with some wires that didn't need to be fiddled with.

"I swear," I said from behind the Doctor, "You break her because you're bored, and so you actually have a reason to fix her later."

He frowned, "I do not."

I raised an eyebrow. He blushed and I chuckled.

"Phoenix," he started slowly, "Do you mind if I run the scans now?"

I shrugged, moving back up from under the glass flooring and followed the Doctor to what appeared to be the med-bay. It had white floors, green walls, and two rows of beds along two opposite walls, with a long table running down the middle that was covered with junk.

"Take a seat," he gestured around the room. I sat on a bed halfway between the middle and the door and nervously pulled out my hairpins and undid my braid.

He came over a few minutes later with some equipment as I finished re-braiding my hair in another fishtail.

"Alright," he smiled, "Just sit still. It'll only take a couple of minutes."

"Are you alright?" he asked, seeing me nervously biting my lip.

"No," I responded instantly, "Sitting here is hitting my panic button and the little people that run my brain are scared out of their little minds, trying to figure out how the hell this happened, when and why."

"The little people in your mind?" he question with amusement, still scanning.

"Oh, shut it. The various bits and pieces of my brain are having simultaneous panic attacks and I'm not sure if I should pass out, freak out, or go into shock. I'm trying to decide which is better."

He laughed again. "Well, I'm done. Just give it a mo…" he frowned.

I sighed, "It's not telling you, is it?"

"Well, it's not giving me a species, but it's giving me a list of chemical compounds in our body," he explained, "It's telling me you've got every flammable or combustible gas in the Universe in your body, along with high amounts of heat.

"You should be a walking explosion, and the force you should be exploding with would blow a hole about twelve thousand times as big as the Earth in the Universe."

I stared at him. "I'm the Universes deadliest nuclear reactor and the only one that lives, breathes, and talks." I said flatly, "I go up, I take whatever planet I'm on and any planet nearby out with me, and I blow a hole in the Universe."

"Um, well, yes," he said in a nervous voice. I think he's waiting for me to slap him.

"Okay." I said simply and hopped down, shoving my hands in my pockets in the hope he wouldn't see them shaking.

"Where are you going?" he asked worriedly.

"My room to take a shower," I responded, pausing by the door, "Thank you, by the way, for telling me."

He just nodded, concern evident in his eyes and I cursed mentally as I walked back to my room.

Or, at least, tried to. I made it about halfway there when the first tear of panic fell and I ducked into the nearest room to hide as I cried. It turns out it was a garden and I found a nice little tree to lean against as I sobbed my sorry heart out.

The worst part of it was that I didn't know why I was crying. It might've just been an outlet for the panicking people in my head, but I wasn't sure.

I just knew I was crying till I fell asleep.

When I woke up some time later, my head throbbed and my back ached. Probably from sleeping on the ground.

I meandered back to my room and collapsed on my bed, falling into another, more comfortable sleep.

I AM SO SORRY! I thought I had posted this earlier this week but I went to check on my reviews and found that I only had nine chapters up, which resulted in me immediately posting this.

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