It looked like it was finally the end. Time to stop running; to accept their now-inevitable fate. That was until the TARDIS doors opened and a Dalek glided out. Dalek Sam Jackson.

"EXTERMINATE!" Dalek Sam screamed as he shot blue beams of light from his eggwhisk at the Daleks in front of the TARDIS.

The Daleks fired back rapidly but their shots missed, instead hitting the exterior of the TARDIS. The Doctors and their companions ran into the TARDIS and shut the doors quickly behind them.

"I must say, that was close," The 2nd Doctor murmured to Jamie as they walked towards the console.

"Aye. I thought we'd had it," Jamie admitted.


"THEY HAVE THE PRISONER!" Shouted a Dalek, gliding in front of millions of other golden-plated Daleks with an air of authority. "AFTER THEM. WE CANNOT LET THE ABOMINATION ESCAPE!"

A large number of Daleks glided towards the TARDIS and began firing at it's doors. The TARDIS stood, undamaged. Nothing to show it had been fired at. With the familiar sound of ancient engines groaning, the TARDIS disappeared as the Daleks stared at the now-empty spot.


"Just what are we going to do now, Doctors?" asked the Brigadier.

"Well, you see, Brigadier, I thought we could…er…," The 2nd Doctor said sheepishly.

"You really don't have a clue, do you?" The Brigadier realized.

"No, he doesn't, old chap. Because he's a silly, arrogant little drawf!" Retorted the 3rd Doctor.

"ENOUGH!" The Brigadier bellowed. "What you need is a leader. A sort of…Brigadier, if you will,"

"Who do you suggest?" Asked the 9th Doctor curiously.

"BRIGADIER! Which of these fine chaps do you know as the Brigadier?" He asked.

The 9th Doctor looked puzzled.

"ME!" The Brigadier replied impatiently.

"Oh, of course. BRIGADIER Lethbridge Stewart. Fantastic!" Said the 9th Doctor, grinning.

"You've spent god knows how long working for me, yet sometimes you'd think we'd only just met yesterday," The Brigadier murmured to himself.

"What do you suggest then, hmm?"

"I suggest, Doctor, that we split into teams. You, that funny chap with his technicolor dreamcoat, the leather jacket idiot and his companion can make one team. The dandy and the clown, myself and that American girl can make another. You with the scarf can join the chap wearing the long coat and the cricketer. You too, Miss Smith. Mr McCrimmon, you can join them too. That leaves that chap with the rubbish bowtie, the other with the white hat,the one with hair like a girl, their respective companions, the guy called Sean and the chap over there wearing that cheesy grin of his,"

"And me!" Shouted Susan.

"You must be his granddaughter?" The Brigadier asked. "The Doctor has said a lot about you,"

"Really? What did he say?"

"He said you're quite the screamer,"

"That's not true!" Said Susan, then spotted Dalek Sam gliding towards her and screamed.

"LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE WITH US,"


The Master walked towards the Daleks, expecting to see the 11th Doctor's TARDIS under the protection of the Dalek guards. Except it wasn't. Where once it had stood was now an empty gap and next to it, two destroyed Dalek casings. The Daleks hovered in front of them, staring intensely at the Master as he approached.

"Well?" The Master roared. "Where are they?"

"THEY ESCAPED. AN ABOMINATION OF THE DALEKS SAVED THEM,"

"You let them escape," He snarled. "You've betrayed our alliance!"

"YOU WERE WEAK. YOU LET THAT MERE EARTHLING IN THE SKIRT DEFEAT YOU,"

"Oh, please. Do you really think I'd let him escape so easily?" Said the Master. "I slid something onto his skirt,"

"WHAT WAS IT?"

"A tracking device,"