"Let me go, don't touch me!" Alfie screamed. The young boy lay on a hard, metal table, his limbs securely fastened so he couldn't escape or even struggle. Instead he yelled as loud as he could until his throat felt red and raw.
"Slave, take some DNA," the Dalek ordered. The creature nodded and switched on a nearby machine. Then it produced a huge, sharp needle that glinted in the bright light of the lab. Alfie's eyes widened in fear and he shook his head, desperately wanting his dad to be there to save him. He hoped that the Doctor would walk through the door just at that moment, the usual grin on his face, and rescue him. But no, the Doctor did not appear and the slave thrust the point of the needle into his arm. Alfie closed his eyes as the blood was removed. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop what was happening.
Suddenly he realised something, although he knew the name of the Daleks he didn't know who they were or what they wanted with him. He guessed that it was something to do with being a Time Lord as that was all they addressed him as was 'the young Time Lord.' The boy decided, as he wasn't exactly going anywhere, and couldn't be in a much worse position, that he might as well do some probing.
"Who exactly are you?" The Dalek swung its eyestalk towards him and wheeled itself to his side.
"I am a Dalek," the Dalek replied, "We are the greatest race in the universe."
"Yeah, right," Alfie managed to snort even in his precarious position, "And what do you want with me then?"
"You are a Time Lord," the Dalek stated.
"So?" Alfie frowned, "I don't get what that has to do with you."
"You are the offspring of the Doctor. The last Time Lord and you shouldn't exist."
"What do you mean?" the child asked, confused.
"You should not exist," the Dalek repeated, "All the Time Lords were destroyed in the Time War, except the Doctor, so you should not be here. There are no Time Lords for the Doctor to reproduce with."
"Well, I am here. He didn't need a Time Lord to make me," Alfie replied, "He had my mum."
"Which should not have been possible. Time Lords are not supposed to breed with races other than themselves."
"Why not?" Alfie was feeling rather uncomfortable discussing how he was made.
"They were forbidden. Yet, the Doctor has overcome that and is able to continue his race! The Time Lords will be back," the Dalek wailed.
"Um…aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself?" Alfie raised an eyebrow, "There's just me, I haven't got any other siblings."
"But you have, or will have," the Dalek screeched causing Alfie to jump in his bindings.
"What? No I haven't. What are you talking about?"
"Still," the Dalek skipped over his question, "If you are disposed of…"
"Disposed of?" Alfie didn't like where this was going.
"Slave, are the tests done?" the Dalek ignored the boy.
"Yes, master," the creature nodded.
"Hey, you could at least have the courtesy to tell me whether you're gonna kill me or not," Alfie shouted.
"Silence," the alien ordered, "Slave, you can return him to the cell. I believe the Doctor has arrived on the spaceship. Let us go meet him."
The Doctor looked around the metal interior of the spaceship, his eyes darting left and right. Jack followed him out, gun in hand and stood beside him. Rose, Owen, Ianto and Gwen stepped out immediately after. Tosh was the last one out, Hollie trailing after her, holding her hand tightly.
"You're not coming," Jack spoke immediately, pointing at his daughter firmly.
"Why not?" Hollie scowled.
"It's not safe," Jack replied.
"I wanna help Alfie," the young girl announced.
"Hollie, I know you want to but I can't see you hurt. You're just a kid, its way too dangerous," Jack pleaded, "I've only just found you." Hollie looked into his distressed eyes and nodded mutely. "Ok, go back in the TARDIS and wait for us to come back. If anything happens then the old girl will keep you safe."
"Ready to go?" the Doctor piped up as Hollie entered the TARDIS, sonic screwdriver in his hand.
"Yeah," Jack grinned, happy to know his daughter was safe, "Let's move."
The Daleks rolled casually down the corridor, expecting to meet the Time Lord soon. He had walked straight into their trap and now they could destroy him once and for all. The child was the perfect bait.
"The Daleks will be victorious," the black Dalek grated to his fellows.
"Yes," they chorused.
"Which way, Doc?" Jack asked, peering round the corner of the corridor.
"Er…" the Doctor looked frantically from side to side and then closed his eyes deep in thought. He could feel his connection with his son become stronger when he faced right so he guessed that was where he was, "Right!"
"Was that right as in, ok, or right as in we go right?" Rose questioned.
"Right as in this way," the Doctor yelled and sprinted down the passageway, the rest of the group following shortly.
"How'd you know this is the right way?" Owen queried sceptically as they came to yet another junction and the Doctor chose the direction again.
"Cos I can feel it, in here," the Doctor tapped the side of his head as if that explained everything.
"What? You psychic or summin?" Owen asked sadistically.
"Yeah," came the Time Lord's simple answer before he was off again.
"Hey? Seriously?" Owen hared after him and almost crashed into the time travelling alien who had stopped abruptly. "What is it?"
"He's in there," the Doctor grabbed the handle of the nearest door and yanked on it. He was unsurprised that it was locked and quickly whipped out his sonic screwdriver. With a short buzz the tool opened the door and he burst in.
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