A/N *a zombie hand rises from the ground* I'm alive! Sorry I've kept you waiting SO LONG. I wanted to make this chapter really good to make up for the crappy ones. It also doesn't help that I accidently deleted the file at one point. Grr. And for almost ending this because apparently you really enjoy it! Thanks so much!
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Disc. I don't own DW.
The Daleks zoomed about the sky, screaming orders at the confused Time Lords.
"Hurry! Get to the safe house!" The Master shouted, pushing the Doctors and their companions back into the shack of the old man. They were then led underneath the house into an eerily lit bunker. It was there, in the crowded little room, that the Master and the nameless man told them the story of the Daleks.
"It began a long time ago," the ancient Time Lord began, "My family lived here, in this very house. Back then, it wasn't a shack, but a charming little house. Just big enough for me, my young siblings and my parents. We were quite content with our lives. Until those things," he spat, "arrived. The Daleks stole everything. My home, my friends and my family. I was the only survivor. I hid here, you see. I was home alone when the strike occurred. I heard the Daleks' screams. To this day, I still am unsure of what happened to my family. I can barely even remember them." At this point, the old man was so overcome with emotion that he had to stop talking. So, the Master continued.
"I was very young at the time, as well. I met him," the Master pointed to the old man, "and we became good friends. I helped him cope with the loss of his parents. The Daleks had taken too much from the Time Lords, and so we plotted an attack. A small squadron was sent to attack a Dalek ship, but they had been expecting us. A whole fleet had been brought to deal with us. After taking out the squadron, they headed towards Gallifrey. Then, they just sat there. The ships floated in the sky for decades. Never leaving and never attacking. There was nothing we could do. A force field was put up around the ships, so there was no way of attacking. My entire life, they were watching from the atmosphere. I assume now that they were creating the necessary technology for their plan. Anyway, we thought it was the end, but instead, they began broadcasting signals that would make us forget them. Constantly, they were coming and going, always making us forget different aspects of them. Slowly, we all began to forget the Daleks and accept the spaceships as a part of the planet. It was incredible. Unfortunately, they did it in such a way that the signal could not be detected by us. Luckily, I had found some old machinery that could trace highly undetectable waves. The two of us," again the Master pointed to the nameless Time Lord, "we messing around with the device and we found the signal." He paused here to let ol' anonymous take over.
The ancient-looking man sighed before concluding the story. "The two of us figured out what the Daleks were doing about 200 years ago."
Eleven interrupted the man briefly. "Didn't you say this happened 30 years ago?"
"We'll get to that part. I tend to group the whole plan of the Daleks with that event. That is why I said that. Anyway," he continued, "Once we figured it out, we tracked their every move. We had lost most of our memories of them already, but we were determined to keep the rest of them. We hid in this bunker after refortifying it to be resistant to the waves and did our work here. Any tiny signs of life on those blasted things was spotted by the Master or I. We spent years trying to decipher codes seen on the back of a bit of metal or reading into the flashing light patterns of the ships themselves. It was tedious work. About 30 years ago, the ships just left. Everyone else had completely forgotten the existence of the Daleks. The Master and I had held on to our tiny sliver of knowledge, luckily. We followed the Daleks with our machinery. This particular group of ships had only been in charge of our little planet. They were erasing themselves from all the planets of their enemies! They went to war with the Sontarans, who had completely forgotten their enemies. They are still fighting valiantly, 20 years later."
The Master added one final thought. "We fear that the Daleks are plotting to erase their enemies when they aren't expecting it. Obviously, if they brainwashed the citizens, they would be helpless. Although, recently, the Daleks have been returning to the planets and re-administrating the signal into everyone's heads. We believe this means that in order to prevent the victims from remembering the Daleks, exposure to the signal must continue."
John, Nine and Eleven sat speechless at the tale of the two Time Lords. Rose and Amy looked puzzled, but worried all the same, and Rory just looked completely confused.
"What are you planning to do?" John asked. "You can't just sit here while the Daleks are brainwashing your friends, right?"
"Sadly, yes. We've tried countless times to save the Time Lords, but it cannot be done. Simply because if we stay out there too long we will lose our tiny recollection of the brutes, and then there would be absolutely no hope at all."
"What about me? I have an astounding number of memories of the Daleks. I could go out there and stop them right now!" Eleven stated.
"Count us in, too." Rose and John stood up determinedly.
"Sounds good to me. It's dangerous out there, though. The Daleks will attack you once you're inside the space ship. You have to reach the heart of the ship and disable the brainwashing signal, okay? It's under tight security, but I wouldn't put it past your abilities." The Master smiled at the Doctors.
"Doctor. What if you get hurt? I could never forgive myself if I let that happen. I'm coming too." Amy protested.
Eleven shook his head seriously and said, "If you went out there, I would never forgive myself, so it's not happening. You and Rory stay here with and the Master. We'll be right back, I promise. I'm not putting you in harm's way today." He spun around in his shoes and followed John and Rose outside, beckoning Nine to come. You don't have any memories of the Daleks so their signal won't affect you. Come along!"
A/N Tune in next week to find out what happens next in...
*dramatic music*
REUNION.