Hello dears! Here is the first chapter of Victory of the Daleks. As always, thank you for all the positive feed back and reviews. This chapter is a bit dull but the next one had a lot more Doctor/Lizzie interaction. Thank you all and I hope you enjoy reading The Oddity Tales.
"Are you two ready yet?" the Doctor called, in aggravation.
Oh, but the two girls were far from ready. After a good night's sleep in the Tardis, Amy and Lizzie were more than ready to meet Winston Churchill. The Doctor had made sure they were both up extra early by going from one girls room to another with a pan and spoon, making a catastrophic noise until Amy and Lizzie had both risen. Both quickly ate some breakfast and hopped in the shower, then made their way to the Tardis wardrobe. It was filled with isles and isles of endless clothes. Lizzie had picked out her outfit almost instantaneously. A white blouse with a baby blue cardigan and pair of jeans. But Amy had other ideas.
"Almost!" the red head shouted back before turning back to her best friend. "Just try it Lizzie." she whined, holding up a black skirt and tights.
Lizzie gave her an apprehensive look, biting her lip. "Amy," she sighed. "I like skirts, uh I really do but, with how much running we've been doing–"
"Exactly." Amy smirked. "Our legs look amazing! Perfect time to show them off."
"My point is," she continued with an eyeroll. "Is that it's going to be kinda hard moving around when my legs can barely move." Lizzie look down at the tight denim skirt Amy had decided to put on. "I don't know how you do it."
"Lots of practice. Now come on!"
Forcefully Amy shoved her into one of the dressing rooms, shoving the skirt and tights under the door.
"I thought you wanted to see Churchill!" Lizzie shouted.
"I do!" Amy retorted. "And we will as soon as you put on that skirt. Besides it's the 40's. Proper time to wear a skirt. I promise you'll look nice!"
Knowing she wasn't going to get out of it Lizzie caved and quickly shoved her new clothes on, along with a pair of black booties the Tardis had put in the dressing room. And she had decided to throw her hair up in a ponytail after giving herself a once over in the mirror.
"Happy now?" she smiled walking out the door, giving her friend a sarcastic twirl. She may have not been all that comfortable but Lizzie did have to admit that she looked nice.
Amy gave her a knowing grin. "Told you." she sang, turning around and grabbing a brown leather jacket for herself. She slowly dawned it, taking time to admire herself in the mirror.
"Are you two coming?" they heard the Doctor shout again. "I know it's a time machine, but I would like to get a move on!"
"Alright already!" Amy yelled back, grabbing Lizzie's hand and walking out the door.
"Thank goodness!" he sighed, flipping switches as the girls wandered back to the control panel. "Thought I was gonna have to come and fish you two out." He snapped his head up from the console to take the girls in. "Oh, don't you two look lovely!" he smiled gleefully.
Lizzie smiled sweetly at him and muttered a small thank you. Amy simply smirked, basking in the compliment. Although she did take time to give the Doctor a small look over first.
"Alright girls." he said still smiling, ushering both of them to grab onto the railing. "Hold on tight." With that he slammed the lever down, and Lizzie's grip on the rail tightened. After a few moments of being tossed around, the Doctor ran for the door, his companions on his heels. But he stopped short, turning and raising a finger.
"Um, best stay here for a bit." he contemplated. "Winston's known to be a bit…hasty with security." Lizzie raised her brow at him but stepped back. He slid out the door, and after a moment of silence the girls traded looks of confusion.
"Amy, Lizzie–Winston Churchill." the Doctor called after another moment. Lizzie gave Amy another look before slowly poking her head out of the doors. She saw the Doctor gesturing wildly to a short plump man with a cigar, who was unmistakably Winston Churchill. She would have been much more starstruck if it was not for the various guards behind him, all their guns pointing in the direction of the Tardis. Slowly and calmly Lizzie stepped out, making her way to the Doctor's left. Amy quickly popped out right behind her, not really heding any caution. Both girls looked at each other with astonishment, trying to hold back their gigantic grins.
"Doctor? Is it you?" the Prime Minster asked, taking his cigar out of his mouth.
"Oh, Winston my old friend!" the Doctor exclaimed happily, reaching for a handshake. Churchill looked was about to, but quickly he pulled his hand back and placed it palm up. Lizzie gave a confused glance to the older man. But the Doctor paid no mind to it, simply laughing and brandishing a finger. "Ha ha, every time!" he laughed amused.
"What's he after?" Amy asked.
"Tardis key, of course," the Doctor responded, his eyes not leaving the older mans face.
"Think of what I could achieve with your remarkable machine, Doctor! The lives that could be saved!" he pleaded.
"Ah, doesn't work like that," he replied, walking back to the Tardis and firmly shutting the door.
"Must I take it by force?" Lizzie immediately was put on edge. She looked nervously between the two, but the Doctor just smirked and walked forward confidently.
"I'd like to see you try."
Churchill smiled grudgingly. "At ease." he commanded.
As the soldiers lowered their guns, Lizzie relaxed greatly. Apparently the whole thing had just been a show for fun. She smiled with the Doctor, catching his eye as he stood up straight.
"You rang?" he asked.
Churchill nodded swiftly, beckoning the trio with his unoccupied hand. "Correct. Follow me."
The soldiers filed out first, returning to their Doctor turned and gave the girls a reassuring wink before following him. Amy and Lizzie exchanged looks with one another that turned into giant giggles and shrieks. They threw their arms around each other, jumping up and down.
"That was Winston Churchill!" Amy shouted
"I know!" Lizzie exclaimed. The two giggled, then took deep breaths, recomposing themselves before they followed the Doctor.
"So you've changed your face again," Churchill started, replacing his cigar.
"Yeah, well, had a bit of work done," the Doctor replied cheerily, patting his cheek.
"Got it, got it, got it!" Amy interrupted, looking around. "Cabinet War rooms, yeah?" Lizzie smiled at her, though it dropped once the room shook, bringing down chunks of dust from the ceiling.
"Yup!" the Doctor answered. "Top secret heart of the War Office, right under London."
"You're late by the way," Churchill told him, handing off his cane as a young woman came over with a clipboard.
"Requisitions, sir." she informed.
"Excellent."
The Doctor checked his watch hurriedly, giving Winston a confused look. "Late?" he asked.
"I rang you a month ago," he assured him, signing the papers.
Lizzie watched the woman in front of Churchill as she fidgeted. She glanced around half heartedly as the Doctor went on.
"Really? Sorry! Sorry!" he apologized. "It's a type 40 Tardis, I'm just running her in. Plus, we had some slight issues with our arrival time." He quickly turned back to Lizzie and gave her a small wink. She glared playfully back at him.
As the Prime Minister handed the board back, he noticed that the woman was under distress as well.
"Something the matter, Breen?" he implored. "You look a little down in the dumps."
Breen forced a smile onto her face. "No, sir. Fine, sir." Churchill seemed unconvinced.
"Action this day, Breen! Action this day!"
Lizzie smiled widely at his exclamation. His knowledge and compassion for the lower ranked people he worked with was heart warming. Breen started to truly smile as well.
"Right, sir." She took the pen back and glanced at the two girls. They both gave her an encouraging smile, but before she could properly receive it, she was already walking away. A few seconds later, the group was approached again, this time by a man.
"Excuse me, sir." he began. "Got another formation coming in, Prime Minister. Stukas, by the look of them."
"We shall go up top then, Group Captain!" he replied enthusiastically. "We'll give 'em what for! Coming, Doctor?"
"Why?" the madman wondered as Churchill snatched back his cane from underneath his arm.
"I have something to show you."
The Doctor raised his eyebrows at us before following. Similarly, Amy and Lizzie shared smiles of excitement before they began to giggle again. Swiftly they ran to catch up. They followed the men into a lift, proceeding to stand in the back. Churchill pulled the elevator lever, setting the group upwards. He puffed some smoke into the Doctor's face. He waved it away, coughing slightly.
"We stand at a crossroads, Doctor," the Prime Minister began, solemnly. "Quite alone, with our backs to the wall. Invasion is expected daily. So I will grasp with both hands at anything that will give us an advantage over the Nazi menace."
"Such as?" he asked.
The Doctor received no answer as the lift stopped suddenly and Churchill pulled back the grate.
"Follow me." he commanded.
The rest of the group gave a quick look to one another before doing just that. Soon they ended up on the roof. There were sacks piled up to create walls, just like Lizzie had seen in every WWII movie. A British flag every few feet.
"Wow," Amy whispered, looking out at that city skyline. Churchill continued on.
"Doctor, this is Professor Edwin Bracewell, head of our Ironsides project." he introduced, gesturing to a man on one of the platforms above them. He waved broadly, and Lizzie laughed as the Doctor returned the gesture with the peace sign.
"How do you do?" Bracewell kindly called, before returning to look into his binoculars. Amy and Lizzie took a few steps closer to the edge of the roof, their smiles fading quicker every second. The city was bleak, covered with around a dozen barrage balloons. A bomb went off close by and caused the girls to grip eachothers arms.
"Oh, Doctor…Doctor, it's…" Lizzie muttered weakly, bring a hand up to her mouth.
"History," he replied. Lizzie looked over at him. He seemed unfazed, but not happy. She felt pity for him. The look in his eyes told her that he had seen much worse than a World War.
"Ready, Bracewell?" Churchill called from behind them.
"Aye-aye, sir!" he replied, giving the thumbs up. "On my order. Fire!"
Everything happened so fast, Lizzie had to take a minute to process everything. One second she watched as a fleet of enemy planes fly toward the compound. The next, the sound of lasers filled the air, and green lights took down the planes in a fiery blast, one by one. She felt the Doctor abruptly tense as they watched the massacre.
"What was that?" Amy asked in shock.
"That wasn't human, that was never human technology," the Doctor rapidly muttered more to himself, eyeing the platform. "That sounded like..." his eyes turned panicked. "Show me!" He took off, sprinting up the ladder to the platform where Bracewell stood. Instantly the girls were at his heels. "Show me what that was!"
"Advance!" he called around the corner, with a proud gesture.
"Our new secret weapon! Ha!" Churchill laughed.
The Doctor didn't responded, holding his breath in anticipation.
At Bracewell's introduction, a machine came rolling out in between the walls of sandbags. The shape was extremely odd. To Lizzie it seemed to resemble a salt shaker. It had a sharp edged bottom that was covered in half spheres which stopped at the mid-section. It had two appendages sticking out. One of which looked like a plunger, the other like a mix between a gun and a whisk. And above the grate was what looked to be a head, and a piercing blue eye stalk in the middle. The Doctor approached it slowly.
"What do you think?" Churchill questioned. "Quite something, eh?"
"What are you doing here?" the Doctor hissed, looking directing into the machines lens. It replied in a harsh, robotic voice. "I am your soldier."
At the sound of it's voice, Lizzie's eyes widened in terror, a sense a deja vu running through her mind.
"What?" he inquired.
"I am your soldier," it repeated in obedience.
The Doctor looked at it in anger. "Stop this!" he demanded, "Stop now! You know who I am, you always know."
"Your identity is unknown."
"Perhaps I can clarify things here," Bracewell intruded, giving the girls a smile of reassurance. "This is one of my Ironsides."
"D-Doctor?" Lizzie asked as he threw up his hands in frustration. Calmly she started to walk closer in some sort of attempt to comfort him.
"No," he stated, holding a hand up to her. "Stay where you are Lizzie." Abruptly he turned to Bracewell. "What did you call them? Your what?" he asked.
The scientist turned to his machine with a smile and asked. "You will help the Allied cause in anyway that you can?"
"Yes," it replied.
"Until the Germans have been utterly smashed?"
"Yes."
"And what is your ultimate goal?"
"To win the war!"
Lizzie cautiously looked over at the Doctor as his expression kept switching between anger and fear.
"Elizabeth," he said, voicing still calm yet serious. "I want you and Amy inside. Now."
Without question Lizzie headed down the ladder, Amy right behind her. Once they reached the bottom floor the redhead furrowed her brows at her. Lizzie didn't say a word, hoping a simple head shake would get the message across. Whatever was going on it was worse than the Starwhale. It would be catastrophic to question the Doctor in that state.
Without haste, the girls entered the elevator, Lizzie giving one last worried gaze to the Doctor before the two returned to the previous floor.
"What was that about?" Amy asked once they arrived.
"I'm not sure." Lizzie stepped out the elevator, slowly picking at her hands.
Amy threw her hands up in the air. "What does he expect us to do? Just wait here?"
"I guess." Lizzie sighed. "Let's just wait. He has to come down eventually."
Amy eyed her suspiciously. "Why are you being all obedient all of a sudden? Earlier you were practically trying to be difficult."
"Because, this is different." she started. "He thinks were in danger."
"But were not in danger here. Well except for the whole German army trying to-"
"What I'm saying," she continued. "is that the Doctors acting weird. As soon as he saw that thing he sent us down here. This isn't how it was with the Starwhale. I-It's...I don't really know what it is. He seems….hateful. But you think he's acting different too right?"
Amy shrugged. "A bit, yeah."
"Right, so until he's back to normal…whatever that is for him, I think we need to be on guard. Just to be safe." Lizzie didn't want to say anything about now familier the Daleks were to her.
"...Fine."
With that the lift arrived at their level. The Doctor was angrily fidgeting, anxious to get out. He immediately opened up the grate as the machine settled, stepping out and pulling both girls to his side, not saying a word.
"He want's to go to my Office." Churchill informed them as they walked down the halls. "Have some sort of meeting about the Ironsides."
As Lizzie watched the Doctors tensed back, she realized how unnerving the situation was. It wasn't just her mind playing tricks on her. He was anxious and on edge, making her far too worried.
"No. No, no, no," the Doctor muttered, after the group had arrived at the office. He stared over the multiple blueprints, posters, and plans for Ironsides that lied on the Prime Minister's desk. Amy had decided to stand near the desk, while Lizzie remained by the door, biting her lip as the Doctor paced.
"I don't believe this. What is all of this? They're Daleks!" he continued, insisting firmly. "They're called Daleks!"
"They are Bracewell's Ironsides, Doctor!" Churchill argued, standing up and pointing his cigar down at the papers. "Look! Blueprints, statistics, field-tests, photographs. He invented them!"
"Invented them?" He laughed incredulously. "Oh no, no, no!"
"Yes! He approached one of our brass hats a few months ago. Fella's a genius."
"A Scottish genius, too," Amy added cheerfully. "Maybe you should listen to him."
The Doctor immediately shushed her, violently brandishing his finger. She pouted and turned to Lizzie. She gave her a quick nod to say, 'Not now'.
The Doctor rounded back on Churchill, speaking dangerously low. "He didn't invent them. They're alien."
Lizzie knew she shouldn't be shocked by it. She should have suspected it by the way the Doctor was acting, along with all she's seen. But aliens in the 1940's? She looked behind her back, a horrible chill running up her spine as a 'Dalek' passed. It's eye stalk swung around, observing everything it passed. The Doctor waited until it was out of hearing range before continuing.
"And completely hostile."
"Exactly," Churchill conceded. "They will win me the war!"
Lizzie walked over the examine the poster the Doctor was glaring at on the desk. It was colored a golden yellow, a Ironsides sprawled across the front, the word 'Victory' written through the middle of it.
"Victory?" he sneered. "That's what you think they'll do for you?"
"Exactly," he replied simply.
The Doctor leaned in, almost menacing. "I'm promise you," he began, "that if you don't stop this now, the Daleks will take you no where but destruction."
For a few moments there was a tense silence until it was interrupted by another officer urgently sticking his head in the door.
"Excuse me, Prime Minister." he said, "They need you in the mapping room, sir."
"Right away, Mr. Lynch." Churchill stood and walked out the door. The Doctor sped after him, waving the girls to follow.
"Why won't you listen?" he pleaded at the Prime Minister. "Why call me in if you won't listen to me?!"
"When I rang you a month ago, I must admit, I had my doubts," he explained, never looking back. "The Ironsides seemed too good to be true."
"Yes! Right! So destroy them! Exterminate them!"
Lizzie furrowed her brows at the Doctor as he yelled over all the noise.
"But imagine what I could do with a hundred!" Churchill reasoned. "A thousand!"
"I am imagining," the Doctor replied sourly. Lizzie let out a gasp as he tugged her close. One of the Daleks passed, carrying a box. They stared each other down fiercely, causing Lizzie to bite her lip. She would hate to be on the receiving end of that look. It was nerve racking. He released her when it was out of sight.
The group stopped in front of the double doors to the map room.
"Amy, tell him," the Doctor stated, addressing her as she and Lizzie stared impressed into the room beyond them.
"Tell him what?" she asked, not really paying attention.
"About the Daleks!"
"What would I know about the Daleks?" she scoffed.
"Everything!" he proclaimed, "They invaded your world, remember? Planets in the sky, you don't forget that." He turned, staring into her eyes. After a pause, he went on. "Amy, tell me you remember the Daleks…" She laughed nervously, but he was completely serious.
"Nope, sorry."
He turned to Lizzie, putting his hands on her arms. "Lizzie please. Please tell me you remember the Daleks."
She looked at him mouth gaped, not knowing what to say.
"Elizabeth!" he shouted.
"Sorry, sorry." she cringed, "Doctor, I believe you. They're Daleks but….I've never seen one of those things in my life." She looked down the hall to seen one of the machines bringing a cup of tea to a soldier. Her head started to pang.
He stared at her. "You've never heard of the Daleks?"
Lizzie bit her lip, trying to lighten the mood. "I mean, they look like salt and pepper shakers if that….helps." she trailed off as the Doctor face turned more heartbroken.
"That's not possible…" he muttered walking into the room, leaving the girls to follow.
As when the entered, he walked over and started to lean contemplatively on a side table.
"So they're up to something, but what is it?" the Doctor asked, half to himself. "What are they after?"
Amy smiled brightly. "Well, let's just ask, shall we?" She walked away toward one of the green painted Ironsides.
"Amy!" Lizzie reprimanded, the Doctor giving a dark sigh to her left. "Amelia, come back!"
"Can I be of assistance?" the machine stated as Amy came forward, its lights flashing with every word.
"Oh! Yes! Yes, see my friend reckons you're dangerous," she scoffed. The Doctor crossed his arms next to Lizzie. "That you're an alien. Is it true?" He brought her closer to him as it replied,
"I am your soldier."
Amy laughed, crossing her arms as well. "Yeah, got that bit. Love a squaddie. What else, though?"
"Excuse me. I have duties to perform," it answered harshly before gliding away.
The Doctor swiftly got up and walked over to Winston as Amy rejoined Lizzie at her side.
"What was that?" she glared up. Amy raised her brow innocently.
"What? I'm just getting information." she informed.
Lizzie ran her hand through her hair. "I told you to be on guard! Can you please stop being reckless?"
Amy just rolled her eyes.
"Hear me out." she reprimanded. "The Doctor thinks they're dangerous. For some reason he really really hates them. He doesn't trust them and neither should we. If you're not going to listen to me at least listen to him!"
"I always listen to him!" she shot back. "Just because I don't cry and run away at the first sign of trouble!"
Her jaw dropped. "I can defend myself perfectly fine when I want to. I am just trying to be safe and pro-"
"No, what you're being is coward!"
Lizzie stared at Amy for a second in complete shock before snapping away and walking out the door.
"See!" Amy called after her. "That's exactly what I mean!"
Fist clenched at her sides, Lizzie walked down the hall as her eyes blurred up with tears. She couldn't believe Amy would ever say that to her. A coward?! No, she wasn't a coward. She was cautious. There was an extreme difference.
But her train of thought was cut off as she ran into someone. She fell sideways, papers flew everywhere. Lizzie was shoved into the wall, tea spilling on her blouse as she tried to stand upright. Once everything settled, Lizzie looked over to see to see the brunette woman from before who had brought Churchill some documents to sign.
"I-I'm terribly sorry ma'am." she started, trying to pick up her scattered papers and tray."I wasn't looking where I was going."
"No, no you're fine." Lizzie consoled helping her. "I was lost in thought. I wasn't even paying attention."
Once all the paper were rounded up, the women stood.
"You're Breen, right?" Lizzie asked, handing her the stack she had collected.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm very sorry about your shirt."
She looked at her face and Lizzie realized that she was not that only one that had been crying. Breen's eyes were red as well.
"Really, it's fine." she comforted.
She nodded, awkwardly looking down.
"It'll be fine you know." She looked up, confused. "Whatever's wrong, it'll be alright." Looking down the hall she sighed.
"I doubt it really."
Lizzie smiled at her sympathetically. "You're boyfriend off at war?"
Breen gasped. "How did you know?"
"You just have that face on." she chuckled. "You must really love him."
She nodded faintly. "I was just informed his squad was intercepted."
Lizzie bit her lip, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know in a place like this you can really lose your head but….you have a right to be worried. He could be perfectly fine, but until you find out there's no point in worrying others about your state while thinking about his." After a moment, she nodded, wiping her eyes again.
Lizzie smiled one more time before holding out her hand. "Nice meeting you, Breen."
"And you as well, Miss?"
"Lorne. Elizabeth Lorne, but please, call me Lizzie."
"Well," she smiled softly. "Thank you…Lizzie."
"No problem."
Lizzie sighed as she watched her walk off before looking down at her shirt. The cardigan and skirt were fine, but her new white blouse was ruined. She was going to have to change. Quickly she looked back to the mapping room, wondering if she should tell the others where she was going. But she was only going to be a minute. Besides, she did not want to see Amy at the moment. Taking off her cardigan she wandered back down the halls in search of the Tardis.
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