Kurt caught the following ends of a conversation when he entered Bracewell's office. The Doctor was wandering around, poking his nose into things, while Kurt watched, amused, and then Doctor spoke, "All right, Prof! The PM's been filling me in. Amazing things, these Ironsides of yours. Amazing. You must be very proud of them."

"Just doing my bit," Shrugged the scientist from where he was working, barely looking up to talk to them.

"I'd want to do my bit as well," Kurt shrugged, and began reading the files over the Doctor's shoulders.

"Yes, I am glad I can do something for my country." Bracewell smiled at Kurt as the Doctor plopped into a chair and began reading a file.

"How did you do it? Come up with the idea, I mean." The Doctor asked, still reading.

"How does the muse of invention come to anyone?" Bracewell shrugged. The Doctor tossed the file onto the desk behind him.

"You get a lot of these clever notions, do you?"

"Ideas just seem to teem from my head!" Bracewell shook his hands near his ears. "Wonderful things! Like, er, let me show you..." he reached for some files. "Some musings on the potential of hypersonic flight. Gravity bubbles that could sustain life outside of the terrestrial atmosphere! Came to me in the bath!"

"The best things come to you when you're in the bath," Kurt offered helpfully. "Once, I had an idea for a Just Dance/ Girls Just Wanna Have Fun mash up there..." The two scientific men stared at him. He hmphed. "Just saying. I'll show you it sometime, Doctor."

"And are these your ideas or theirs?"

"No, no, no. These robots are entirely under my control, Doctor." A Pepper Pot brought the Professor his tea. "Ah, thank you!" Kurt grimaced. He hated tea. "The perfect servant, the perfect warrior!"

"I don't know what you're up to, Professor, but whatever they've promised, you cannot trust them! Call them what you like, the Daleks are death!" He was staring into the shorter man's eyes as he said this, and wagged a finger in the man's face.

"Yes, Doctor!" Churchill came in, followed by another Pepper Pot. "Death to our enemies! Death to the forces of darkness, and death to the Third Reich!"

"Yes, Winston, and death to everyone else too!"

"Would you care for some tea?" Asked a Pepper Pot.

The Doctor violently smashed his hand on the tray, upsetting it and making it fall to the floor. Everyone took a step back apart from Kurt, who stepped forward, placing a hand on the Doctor's arm as the other man shouted. "Stop this! What are you doing here? What do you want?"

"Doctor..." Kurt's voice went unnoticed.

"We seek only to help you," the Pepper Pot said.

"To do what?"

"To win the war."

"Oh really." He said, disbelievingly. "Which war?"

"I do not understand."

"This war, against the Nazis? Or your war? The war against the rest of the Universe? The war against all life-forms that are not Dalek?"

"I do not understand. I am your soldier."

"Oh yeah? Okay." Kurt moved backwards quickly as the Doctor picked up a spanner. He was scared now. "Okay, soldier, defend yourself!" He began whacking the Pepper Pot with the spanner.

"Doctor, what the devil...?" Bracewell asked.

"You do not require tea?" This, for some reason, made Kurt laugh. He was scared of the man before him, who was hitting the Pepper Pot with hatred in his eyes, but he was amused by the Pepper Pot's comment.

"Stop it! Prime Minister, Please!"

"Doctor, please, those machines are precious!" Churchill sounded very stern.

"Now COME ON! Fight back! You know you want to, don't you?" He dragged the eyestalk to look at him. "You know you do!"

"I must protest!"

Kurt flinched at every bang.

"What are you waiting for?" The Doctor stepped back and started slapping himself. "You hate me. You want to kill me. Well, go on! Kill me." His voice grew from clam to a shout. "Kill me!" He jumped forward and struck with the hammer again.

"Doctor, be careful!" Kurt came and pulled him back.

"Please desist from striking me. I am your soldier." The Doctor, however, did not let the Pepper Pot finish it's sentence.

"You!" Hit. "Are!" Hit. "My!" Hit. "Enemy!" This time he did not hit it. "And I am yours!" He practically screamed at the Dalek. "You are everything I despise! The worst thing in all creation." He was no longer shouting, but talking softly in a voice that dripped with hatred. "I've defeated you time and time again, I've defeated you. I sent you back into the void! I saved the whole of reality from you! I am the Doctor! And you are the Daleks!" He jumped and kicked the Pepper Pot where, in a human, would be its chest, Kurt decided. The Pepper Pot flew backwards (clearly, the Doctor was stronger than he looked) and it's dome span and it's laser and plunger moved back and forth. Suddenly, all movement stopped and it's dome spun back to face them.

"Correct," the Dalek (it was obviously a Dalek, the Doctor had been so full of rage at it that it couldn't possibly be anything but, and it had just confirmed it) said and moved forward. It's eyestalk turned to face the second Dalek in the room. "Review testimony."

The Doctor's voice rang out, on replay, replaying his last sentences 'I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks!'. The real Doctor spoke.

"Testimony? What are you talking about, testimony?"

The second Dalek spoke. "Transmitting testimony now."

"Transmitting what, where?"

After a few moments of silence, the second Dalek spoke again. "Testimony accepted."

"Get back, all of you!" The Doctor said, pushing Kurt and Bracewell behind him.

"Marines! Marines!" Yelled Churchill. "Get in here!"

Two marines ran in, and the first Dalek turned and killed the two, quickly and efficiently. Kurt gasped, and grabbed the Doctor's arm. Two men, dead. Just like that. He shook his head. There would be time later.

"Stop it! Stop it please! What are you doing?" Bracewell shouted. "You are my Ironsides!"

"Obviously they aren't," Kurt said dryly, falling back into sarcasm and dry humour to cover up his shock and pain.

"We are the Daleks," a Dalek said.

"But I created you!"

"No," the Dalek said, and fired a shot towards Bracewell. It hit his hand, taking it clean off, and leaving behind a mess of wires. "We created you." Bracewell fell against some machines, whimpering and staring in shock at his hand. Kurt felt the bizarre urge to laugh again- he was obviously going crazy. This week could not get any stranger- he had been taken away from his home, his boyfriend, and onto a space ship where he had been vomited out by a giant whale, then he had saved the whale, nearly been eaten by plants, and now he was in World War Two, with Churchill, seeing a man-that-wasn't-a-man being shot by creatures he was supposed to know about.

Sometimes, Kurt wondered if he had gone insane, possibly from the hideousness of Rachel Berry's jumpers. He jumped when the Daleks began chanting in unison.

"Victory! Victory! Victory!" They then disappeared in a glow of white and blue light.

Silence. Kurt decided to break it. "Well, that was unexpected. So, what just happened, or did I finally go insane from the sheer disgrace to fashion that is Rachel Berry's bubble sweater?"

"I wanted to know what they wanted, what their plan was. I was their plan!" Shock laced his voice.

"If we were a TV drama, dramatic music would so be playing right now," Kurt said, and then followed the Doctor as he ran out of the room.

"Hey!" He shouted, running as fast as his legs would carry him past people and down the halls to the TARDIS.

"Doctor!"

"Testimony accepted, that's what they said. My testimony!"

"You were right, though. So, is this what we do now?"

"This is what I do."

"You are taking me with you." Kurt stated defiantly. "Don't say it's dangerous! Your life is dangerous! Hell, even crossing the road is dangerous!" Kurt didn't notice Churchill move into the room. "Don't leave me behind, Doctor! I swear to god if you leave me behind when you come back I will make your life hell!"

"No."

"Doctor, I need to come. What if you need backup there, wherever you're going?"

"I won't." The Doctor came to stand in front of Kurt. "Kurt. Little Delilah Bell. I have lost too many people to the Daleks to lose you to them too." He hugged Kurt, and then moved to the TARDIS, and it took off, leaving two silent men in its wake.

"What does he expect us to do now?" Kurt said, exasperated, after a moment.

"KBO, of course."

"What?"

"Keep buggering on," Churchill said, taking a puff on his cigar.

The two stood there for a second longer, and were about to leave when the girl from earlier, Breen, hurried in.

"Prime Minister?" She asked.

"Yes?"

"Signal from RDF, sir. Unidentified object. Hanging in the sky, Captain Childers says. We can't get a proper fix, though. It's too far up." Kurt stood quickly.

"What do you think? The Doctor's in trouble and now we know where he is!" Churchill turned to Kurt.

"Yeah. Cos he'll be on that ship, won't he? Right in the middle of everything." A smile broke out on Kurt's face.

"Exactly!" Churchill said, waving the paper.

The three hurried back to the map room, where they found an Officer desperately trying to turn off the lights. "The generators won't switch off! The lights are on all across London, Prime Minister!" the officer called.

"Got to be the Daleks," Kurt said.

"The Germans can see every inch of the city. We're sitting ducks. Get those lights out before the Germans get here!" Churchill said, sounding afraid. A man went to check the generators, and a woman and Breen were talking into headsets.

"Thousands will die if we don't put those lights out now!" Kurt whispered. Churchill nodded.

"German bombers sighted over the Channel, sir. ETA 10 minutes, sir," Breen said.

"Here they come. Get a message to Mr Attlee. War Cabinet meeting at 0300-if we're all still here," Churchill shouted the first part of his message, but murmured the last- he had to stay positive.

"We can't just sit here! We have to take the fight to the Daleks! The Doctor can't do this alone!" Kurt said.

"How? None of our weapons are a mach for theirs!" And then it clicked.

"Yeah, but we have some Dalek technology! We have a gift from the Daleks!"

Hurrying down the hallway to Bracewell's lab, Kurt explained his plan. Entering and seeing the scientist holding a gun to his head, Kurt marched over and snatched it.

"Bracewell, but the gun down!" Barked Churchill.

"My life is a lie," he whispered in reply, "and I choose to end it."

"In your own time, because right now, we need your help," Kurt said, eyebrow raised. "You said you wanted to do your bit, right? Well, you can do it even more now!"

"But those creatures...my Ironsides…they made me? I... 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. Now, I don't give a damn if you're a machine, Bracewell... Are you a man?"

"I understand," Kurt said. "I really do. I get what it's like to be different. But right now, there is a ship up there lighting up London like a Christmas Tree and thousands of people will die tonight if we don't stop it. You're the only one who can help us take it down."

"I am?"

"You're alien technology. You're as clever as the Daleks are, so start thinking! What about rockets? You got rockets? Cos you said gravity whatsits, hypersonic flight, some kind of missile." Kurt said, rambling in his excitement.

"This isn't a fireworks party! We need a proper...tactical..." Churchill trailed off. "A missile...Wait, send something up there, you say?"

"Yes," nodded Bracewell. "With a gravity bubble, it's theoretically possible we could send something into space." Churchill grabbed some papers to look through.

"Bracewell...it's time to think big!" Churchill said, slapping the papers on the desk, and beginning to outline the plan.