Victory Of the Daleks
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Me: I have to apologise for the wait for this update but I've gone back to the UK for the holidays and I couldn't bring my laptop. I saved the files I needed but my grandmother had the wrong version of word on her computer so I had to wait for my dad to show me how to fix the problem. Sorry.
Tory: Question TIME!
Ahsilaa: What does Savannah look like and if you could regenerate to look like anyone who would you look like?
Me: I'm not sure who that question is directed at but we both will answer. Savannah is Tory's Third regeneration and matches the description given in Journeys End which is chapter 17 in my notes but may be a different chapter on Fanfiction (she had pale white skin and raven black hair that fell straight to her waist; TARDIS blue eyes and an hourglass figure. The outfit I had chosen was much different from what I had worn in my second regeneration now I had; converse, black, on my feet; a matching black trench coat, in a similar design to the Doctors; under that I had a strappy top that showed a large amount of my chest and my stomach and lastly denim short shorts. I stared down at the rings on my finger and pulled them off, I slipped them onto a long chain and put it around my neck, it hung low enough for me to hide the rings in my cleavage, which I did.). But I think that matching her to a real person would take the magic out of imagining her so I won't tell you who inspired her.
If I could regenerate to look like anyone it would be… me but GINGER! *Tory shoots me a look*
Tory/Sav: That's a hard question but maybe I would try to look like my first face again, its description was based off Madd Madds and I felt more like real family when we looked similar.
Me: Oh Tory! *throws arms around her* I love you too.
Tory/Sav: And then we could prank her mother with the idea of twins!
Me: She would die in fear if she found out there were two of me!*pause* Lets do it!
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I felt the TARDIS materialise and walked towards the doors. The Doctor rushed in front of me and left the TARDIS first to find a group of soldiers all aiming their guns at him. The Doctor put his hands up, as did Amy when she stepped out. I came out last, closed the door and leant against it, unimpressed. The soldiers moved aside and allowed a man to pass through them, Winston Churchill.
"Amy, Savannah..." The Doctor held out his arm grandly, "Winston Churchill."
"Doctor? Is it you?" Churchill asked as Amy stared at him in amazement.
"Oh, Winston, my old friend!" the Doctor grinned and stepped forward to shake his hand but Churchill held his hand out and made a beckoning motion instead, "Ah, every time!" The Doctor said as if he was expecting this. I smirked.
"What's he after?" Amy asked.
"TARDIS key, of course." The Doctor answered.
"Think of what I could achieve with your remarkable machine, Doctor!" Churchill tried to convince him, "The lives that could be saved!"
"Ah," the Doctor looked over his shoulder to make sure the TARDIS doors were closed, "It doesn't work like that."
"Must I take it by force?" Churchill asked. I pushed away from the TARDIS doors with my shoulders and placed my hand carefully on the sonic blaster I had hidden in the waist band of my short shorts.
"I'd like to see you try." The Doctor was still smiling.
"At ease." Churchill ordered and the soldiers lowered their guns.
"You rang?" the Doctor asked as I relaxed.
Churchill turned and walked through the gathered men, we followed quickly; the Doctor stealing Churchill's walking stick along the way.
I saw Amy flinch as the roof of the corridor shook as an airstrike hit it from above.
"So you've changed your face, again." Churchill told the Doctor.
"Yeah, well, had a bit of work done."
"Got it, got it, got it!" Amy cheered, "Cabinet War Rooms, right?"
"Yup. Top secret heart of the War Office, right under London." The Doctor smiled at her happily.
"You're late, by the way." Churchill informed him and I scoffed quietly. We walked into the War Rooms proper and I cast a glance over the map on the table before I winced as I saw how much ground had being lost. A woman walked up to us and handed Churchill a clipboard and pen.
"Requisitions, sir." She said.
"Excellent." He was about to sign when the Doctor spoke.
"Late?" he asked.
"I rang you a month ago." I sniggered and Churchill signed his papers.
"Really?" the Doctor asked, how he was still surprised after this had happened so many times before I would never understand, "Sorry. Sorry, it's a Type 40 TARDIS. I'm just running her in."
"You'd get to places on time if you flew her properly, or had actually passed your driving test." I muttered, thankfully no one heard. Churchill handed the clipboard back to the woman and then spoke to her again.
"Something the matter, Breen? You look a little down in the dumps." The woman, Breen, hugged the clipboard to her chest.
"No, sir. Fine, sir."
"Action this day, Breen!" Churchill said in an attempt to try and cheer her up, "Action this day!"
"Yes, sir." She nodded, forced a smile and cast Amy and myself a glance before she walked away.
"Excuse me, sir," a male officer spoke up, "got another formation coming in, Prime Minister. Stukas, by the look of them."
Amy mouthed the word 'Stukas' at me. I grinned and whispered in her ear.
"Stukas are bomber planes made by Junkers, designed by Hermann Pohlmann. They flew for the first time on the 17th of September in 1935 but weren't introduced into warfare until 1936. They were retried in 1945 with an estimated 6500 built. I should know; I was there for most of it." I grimaced.
"Oh."
"We shall go up top then, Group Captain!" Churchill told the man. "We'll give 'em what for! Coming, Doctor?"
"Why?" the Doctor asked as he balanced Churchill's cane on one finger and then threw it in the air. Churchill snatched it as it fell towards the Doctors outstretched hand.
"I have something to show you." He passed the Doctor, who mouthed 'Ooooh' at Amy behind Churchill's back before following him out the doors. Amy giggled at his actions.
"Please show some respect." I sighed.
"What's got you all wound up?" Amy asked me.
"He's my commander."
"What'd you mean?"
"I work for him."
"Come on girls!" the Doctor called from further ahead and Amy dropped the subject as she sped up to join him in a lift with Churchill.
Amy slid passed the Doctor into the back of the lift and I joined her so that I could watch Churchill and the Doctor interact.
Churchill started the lift and drew a puff from his cigar the Doctor waved the smoke away from his face.
"We stand at a crossroads, Doctor." Churchill spoke, "Quite alone, with our backs to the wall. Invasion is expected daily. So I will grasp with both hands anything that will give us an advantage over the Nazi menace."
"Such as?" the Doctor asked. The lift stopped and Churchill opened the gate.
"Follow me." He commanded.
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We were out on the roof of the offices, it was decked out like a maze using sandbags rather than trees or hedges. Near the ledge of the building standing on an overhang a man in a white coat stood staring through his binoculars at the sky.
"Wow!" Amy looked around in amazement.
"Doctor, this is Professor Edwin Bracewell, head of our Ironsides Project." Churchill introduced. The Doctor held up his hand in a 'V for Victory' formation.
"How d'you do?" Bracewell asked as he waved before turning back to look through the binoculars again.
I followed his gaze and spotted a formation of German planes approaching. The Doctor and Amy walked to the ledge while I spoke to Bracewell.
"May I borrow those for a moment sir?" I asked politely after I climbed the ladder and joined him on the overhang. He nodded and handed them over. I turned to look at the planes again, "Yes defiantly Stukas." I handed the binoculars back.
"And how do you know that young lady?" Bracewell asked curiously.
"Oh? That's easy; the aircraft is easily recognizable by its inverted gull wings, fixed spatted undercarriage and its infamous Jericho-Trompete ("Jericho Trumpet") wailing siren, becoming the propaganda symbol of German air power and the blitzkrieg victories of 1939–1942. The Stuka's design included several innovative features, including automatic pull-up dive brakes under both wings to ensure that the aircraft recovered from its attack dive even if the pilot blacked out from the high acceleration." I paused a moment before smiling to myself, "Thank you Wikipedia."
"You are very well informed." Bracewell complimented me.
"Thank you sir, you need to be in my line of work."
"And what is that?" he asked curiously. I opened my mouth to try and come up with a convincing line; I couldn't very well confess to being Agent Phoenix could I? Especially with the Doctor listening! Thankfully I was saved by Churchill.
"Ready, Bracewell?" he asked the Professor, saving from answering anymore questions.
"Aye-aye, sir." He gave the thumbs up, "On my order! Fire!"
From a sandbagged area a short distance away a laser beam was fired at the German planes, shooting them out of the air one at a time. I stared open mouthed at were the German planes had once been.
That laser sounded familiar.
"What was that?" Amy asked, open mouthed.
"That wasn't human, that was never human technology. That sounded like... Show me! Show me what that was!" He ordered as he climbed up the ladder to join Bracewell and myself on the overhang.
"Advance!" Bracewell ordered.
"Our new secret weapon!" Churchill announced proudly as a Dalek passed through a gap in the protective sandbags. It was painted in army khaki, had a utility belt around its middle, a small union jack under its eyestalk and the lights on top of its dome head were covered in green paint.
My eyes immediately started to glow silver but the Doctor was too busy staring at the Dalek to notice. I clenched my fists and tried to control myself and the Meridian particles. I lost concentration as the Dalek spoke and silver light shot out of my fists, Churchill noticed and stared at me. He jerked his head and I followed him behind another set of sandbags.
"I have read files about a Victoria Savannah Williams…" I cut over him.
"Yes sir."
"Does the Doctor know?"
"No sir."
"Very well. While you are here you will follow all orders given by your commander and chief, namely me, understood?"
"Yes sir."
"I will not inform the Doctor of your identity Agent Phoenix."
"Thank you sir." I relaxed and gave him a small smile.
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Churchill had taken us back to his office, leaving Bracewell on the roof, so the Doctor could look over the plans for the 'Ironsides'.
The Doctor was bent low over the table containing the blueprints while Amy leant against the nearby wall. I was watching from my position by the door; I wanted to be able to run if my emotions got the better of me, but I was also worried about Amy; why didn't she remember the Daleks?
"They're Daleks!" The Doctor insisted, "They're called Daleks!"
"They are Bracewell's Ironsides, Doctor! Look! Blueprints, statistics, field-tests, photographs. He invented them!" Churchill held out more plans to the Doctor.
"Invented them?" the Doctor took the offered Blueprint and threw it away, "Oh, no, no, no!"
"Yes!" Churchill argued, "He approached one of our brass hats a few months ago. Fella's a genius."
"A Scottish genius, too." Amy butted in, "Maybe you should listen to..."
"Shh!" the Doctor cut across her and I smirked, "He didn't invent them! They're alien."
"Alien?" Churchill repeated.
I turned as I heard a Dalek moving passed the open doorway. The Doctor remained silent behind me which meant he saw it as well. The Dalek paused and looked over the room, its eyestalk rested on me for a moment and it immediately moved away in fear. I sneered at it as it turned away and moved as fast as it could to put some distance between us.
"And totally hostile!" the Doctor finished as I turned back to face the room.
"Precisely." Churchill agreed, "They will win me the war!" he turned over a sheet to show a propaganda poster with a large Dalek.
Churchill walked passed me out of the room, I followed and after a few moments the Doctor darted around me to get to Churchill again.
"Why won't you listen?" The Doctor asked, "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. The Ironsides seemed too good to be true." Churchill confessed.
"Respectfully sir," I said, "but if something seems too good to be true then it usually is." I pointed out.
"Yes! Right!" the Doctor agreed with me, "So destroy them! Exterminate them!"
"But imagine what I could do with a hundred! A thousand!" Churchill tried to reason with the Doctor.
"I am imagining." He said darkly as a courier Dalek passed us by, "Amy, tell him."
"Tell him what?" Amy asked, confused.
"About the Daleks!" The Doctor sighed exasperated.
"What would I know about the Daleks?" Amy asked.
"Everything. They invaded your world, remember?" Amy looked blank, "Planets in the sky, you don't forget that! Amy... Tell me you remember the Daleks."
"Nope, sorry." Amy answered even more confused than before.
"That's not possible." He turned to me, "Savannah?"
"The Daleks," I scoffed, "are evil, soulless creatures. They took the Earth halfway across the universe and killed over 15% of the population of London." Amy and Churchill were staring at me wide-eyed, "Way worse than any German." I snarled and walked away, my anger finally getting the best of me.
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I ran back into another room that looked like it was used for storage. I couldn't control my anger anymore. I let the Meridian particles take over and bathed the room in them. When the light faded the room was empty and the wall scorched.
I stood in the centre of then room, panting heavily. I looked around.
"Oh bollocks; they'll take that out of my pay." Suddenly the sounds of the Daleks lasers echoed through the room, I turned, blasted the door from its hinges and ran towards the source of the noise.
I burst into a lab where the Doctor, Amy and the scientist responsible for the Dalek were standing. The scientist had his hand missing and in its place was a stub with wires sticking out the end.
"What just happened, Doctor?" Amy was asking the Time Lord.
"I wanted to know what they wanted, what their plan was. I was their plan!" He ran out of the room.
"Hey!" Amy yelled after him before following him out the door, grabbing my arm to drag me after her.
The Doctor rushed towards the TARDIS with Amy, Churchill and I following.
""Testimony accepted!" That's what they said! My testimony."
"Don't beat yourself up." Amy told him, "You were right." The Doctor used his key to unlock the TARDIS, "What do we do? Is this what we do now? Chase after them?"
"This is what I do. It's dangerous, so wait here." He ordered. Churchill joined Amy and I in front of the TARDIS.
"What, so you mean I've got to stay safe down here in the middle of the London Blitz?" She asked.
"Safe as it gets around me." I silently agreed and watched as he waved and closed the TARDIS doors.
We watched as the TARDIS vanished.
"What does he expect us to do now?" Amy asked.
"KBO, of course." Churchill told her.
"What?"
"Keep buggering on!" Churchill and I answered together.
We waited a few moments before Breen entered with a piece of paper in her hand.
"Prime Minister."
"Yes?"
"Signal from RDF," she handed him the paper, "sir. Unidentified object. Hanging in the sky, Captain Childers says. We can't get a proper fix, though. It's too far up."
"What do you think, Miss Pond, Agent? The Doctor's in trouble and now we know where he is." Churchill held out the paper to me and I read it quickly.
"Yeah. Cos he'll be on that ship, won't he? Right in the middle of everything."
"Exactly!" Churchill lead the way out of the room and into the map room. It was the middle of and air raid and the lights refused to turn of. An officer tried flicking the light switch.
"The generators won't switch off! The lights are on all across London, Prime Minister!" he told us as we entered the room.
"Has to be them. Has to be the Daleks." Amy announced.
"Obviously." I drawled in my best Professor Snape impression.
"The Germans can see every inch of the city." Churchill ignored me and Amy, "We're sitting ducks. Get those lights out before the Germans get here!" An Officer ran out of the room to follow his orders, "Thousands will die if we don't get those lights out now."
"German bombers sighted over the Channel, sir. ETA 10 minutes, sir."
"Here they come. Get a message to Mr Attlee. War Cabinet meeting at 0300-if we're all still here." Churchill ordered.
"We can't just sit here! We've got to take the fight to the Daleks!" Amy yelled.
"How? None of our weapons are a match for theirs." Churchill looked defeated.
"Mine are but I'm too far away to do anything without killing myself." I shrugged.
"Oh, look, we must have something. Oh! Staring us in the face! A gift! From the Daleks!" She ran out of the room with Churchill hot on her heals and me following after.
Amy lead us to Bracewell's lab were the man himself was holding a gun to his head.
"Bracewell! Put the gun down!" Churchill ordered.
"My life is a lie, and I choose to end it."
"In your own time, Paisley boy," Amy went to stand next to him, "because right now we need your help."
"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?" Bracewell asked desperately.
"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?" Churchill asked.
"Listen to me. I understand. Really, I do." Amy gently pulled the gun from his hand, "Look, there is a spaceship up there lighting up London like a Christmas tree. Thousands of people will die tonight if we don't stop it, and you're the only one who can help take it down."
"I am?"
"You're alien technology." Amy explained, "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."
"This isn't a fireworks party, Miss Pond!" Churchill snapped, "We need proper tactical... A missile... or...?"
"Or what?" Amy watched as Churchill started to smile.
"We could send something up there, you say?" Churchill asked.
"With a gravity bubble, yes." He showed Churchill the plans, "Theoretically it's possible we could actually send something into space."
"Bracewell... It's time to think big!" Churchill had an idea, and I knew what it was.
"Oh I like how you think Sir!" I saluted, "Permission to join the boys sir."
"Granted." I ran out of the room.
"I get to fly a spitfire!"
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I settled myself into the only unoccupied spitfire.
"But you're a woman!" a male voice came over the radio.
"I am Agent Phoenix." I answered coldly. Silence came down the line, "Are we ready to launch?"
"Aye ma'am!"
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Broadsword to Danny Boy! Broadsword to Danny Boy! Scramble! Scramble! Scramble!
We launched and the boys flew into formation behind me.
"Alright boys do this right and we'll get back for tea." I told them as I glared up at the Dalek ship, "Danny boy contact the Doctor! The Daleks know we're here."
Our formation split as we flew over the hull of the craft
"Danny Boy to the Doctor! Danny Boy to the Doctor! Are you receiving me? Over. Danny Boy to the Doctor! Come in. Over."
"Loud and clear, Danny Boy!" the Doctors voice came over the radio, "Big dish, side of the ship, blow it up! Over!"
"You heard 'im boys!" I ordered. Danny boy took over.
"OK, chaps, let's put London back under cover of darkness. Tally ho!" We began firing.
"Cover my back, going in close!" the Dalek ship fired back, "Pull out, pull out." I followed Danny Boy as we pulled out but lost one of the boys on the way.
"We've lost Jubilee, sir! Over." We regrouped and tried again.
"'Flintlock's down sir, and the dish seems to be protected. Over. '"
All the other planes were down.
"Danny Boy to the Doctor... only me and Agent Phoenix left now." Silence came over the line and I flinched as it continued. The Doctor knew that I went by that name within UNIT, so now he knew that I was here but to him it was Tory not the Savannah he was travelling with, "Anything you can do, sir? Over."
"The Doctor to Danny Boy... The Doctor to Danny Boy. I can disrupt the Dalek shields, but not for long. Over." I let out the breath I was holding as the Doctor signed off, if he had asked to speak to me or mentioned Tory I would have been screwed.
"Good show, Doctor, go to it. Over." Danny Boy spoke, "One last run ma'am?" he asked me.
"One last run." I agreed.
"'Going in, wish us luck. Over. '" Danny Boy spoke to HQ.
"Amy," I spoke quickly, "If I don't make it know that you were the best friend I ever had aside from one woman, and a woman I haven't met yet but that's neither here or there, and you ask the Doctor about her and see if you can get her a message, her name was Donna Noble, tell her I'm sorry." I came back to the present and spoke to Danny Boy, "Let's go kick some Dalek but."
We flew low over the hull of the Dalek ship, firing the whole way. The Dish blew up and the lights of London turned out.
"Danny Boy to the Doctor...going in for another attack."
"The Doctor to Danny Boy. The Doctor to Danny Boy. Destroy this ship! Over."
"What about you, Doctor?" Danny Boy asked.
"I'll be OK."
"I'll take care of it." I was flying beside Danny Boy and saw him give me a look through the glass, I laughed, "Have you heard stories about me Danny Boy? Do you know what Agent Phoenix can do?" he nodded, "Then get the hell out of here!" Danny Boy turned and headed back to the ground, "Daleks, let's dance." I closed my eyes and concentrated on building up enough Meridian particles to blow the ship apart.
"The Doctor to Danny Boy." The Doctors voice suddenly came over the radio, "The Doctor to Danny Boy. Withdraw."
"What?" I asked, forgetting that he wasn't allowed to hear my voice or my name as the whole plane was glowing silver now.
"Withdraw!" he snapped, not noticing the change between me and Danny Boy, "Return to Earth. Over and out."
"But they'll..!"
"There's no time, you have to return to Earth now! Over!" I turned the plane grudgingly pulling my Meridian particles back into myself.
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I landed and jumped out of the plane before anyone could try to assist me in anyway. I ran through the corridors to the TARDIS and moved inside.
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"What the hell were you thinking?" I yelled as the Doctor entered the TARDIS, "You let them get away!"
"I had no choice. They had a bomb." I blinked in shock as he moved to the console.
"Oh…..sorry." he nodded, accepting what I had to say.
Amy moved over to my side and grabbed my arm.
"Who's Donna?" she asked. I saw the Doctor jump at the name and he turned his head slightly to the side so he could hear better.
"One of the three women in my life that I will never forget, she is the first, you are the second and the third is River Song." The Doctor jumped at that name as well, "I'm going to my room."
I walked to the first door I saw and pushed it open; The walls were all a dark shade of purple and black drapes were hanging from all four corners of the room to the centre; The only light came from the gothic chandelier, that the drapes were attached to; the bed was a double with a large wire frame and black silk sheets; on the right side of the room was a comfy looking leather armchair; well stocked bookcase; on the left side of the room were door dark wooden doors the closest one leading into a bathroom and the farthest the wardrobe.
"Thanks old Girl." I patted the doorframe before I gently pulled the door closed behind me.
A few hours later I was wrapped up in a thin silk dressing gown that barely covered me and curled up on the armchair with a book, 'How to tell him that life changing secrets, a pregnant woman's guide' it was meant for women trying to tell men they were pregnant but it still had some good pointers in it for telling secrets.
A knock came at the door.
"Come in!" I called without looking up, determined to finish my page. The door opened and the Doctor entered the room. I waved him forward without looking up and heard him sit opposite me.
"Who's the lucky man?" he asked gesturing at the book as I put it down.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Who's the father?"
"What father?"
"The father of the baby?" he asked.
"What baby?" I frowned.
"Yours."
"Huh?"
He pointed at the book.
"No! no, no, no! I'm not pregnant!" I laughed, "I just needed some help with telling people big important secrets."
"Oh?"
"I've always wanted children though." I muttered as I looked at the smiling couple on the cover of the book both of their hands around the woman's pregnancy belly.
"I was a father once," I looked up at the Doctor, "Still, all gone now….." he looked so depressed.
"The other one of your kind, the one you did something stupid to and made her leave," he looked up at me, "I think she'll come back."
"You do?" he looked so hopeful.
"Yeah." I smiled at him, "No way she could stay away."
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The next day I walked into the console room slowly, Amy was their staring at the console in amazement but the Doctor was nowhere to be seen.
"Amy." I greeted her, she jumped at the sound of my voice.
"Oh hey Sav." She sounded sad.
"What's up?" I asked as I moved over to her. She sat down in the only seat in the whole control room and I leant against the console, careful not to press any switches.
"I just don't think I can do it…."
"Do what?" I asked worried.
"Marry Rory." She sighed and stood.
"Why?" I asked simply as she started pacing around the console.
"I think I love another man."
"The Doctor." It was more of a statement on my part than a question.
"Yeah. I've known him all my life."
"And in those 14 years for you he knew you all of 30 minutes." I told her, trying to be gentle, "Rory knew you even longer than that." Amy looked up at me with tear stained eyes and ran out of the room, "Amy!" I called after her but she didn't turn back.
I followed her out of the room but it was like fate was conspiring to keep me away, I ran straight into the Doctor. I stopped before I hit him and he immediately began to talk.
"You know Donna Noble."
"Do we have to talk about this now?" I asked exasperated as I tried to use my link to the TARDIS to find Amy.
"Yes."
"Couldn't we have done this last night?" I snapped.
"Last night you distracted me."
I threw my hands up in the air and turned my glare on the Doctor.
"And pray tell how exactly did I 'distract' you?" my voice was dangerously low.
"You," he blushed slightly, "weren't wearing much." He muttered.
"So you are going to blame your wondering eyes on me?" I scoffed, "No wonder Tory left you! You probably blamed everything wrong in your relationship on her!" his eyes flashed dangerously.
"Don't you dare say anything about her!"
"Why not? I know her better then you ever will." I screamed at him.
"And how is that?" he asked breathing heavily. I grinned suddenly; it was not a nice grin.
"Spoilers." I pulled up the sleeve on my trench coat and set my vortex manipulator.
"Who are you?" the Doctor demanded, his eyes slightly wide.
"Think about it, it'll come to you." I pressed the active button and vanished from his sight.
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Me: Slight change of plan to the plan….errr did that make any sense?
Tory: No more than usual.
Me: So none at all then?
Tory: Pretty much, yeah.
Me: Well in the last chapter I said it would take 11 more until the Doctor found out about Tory, right?
Tory: Yes.
Me: That has changed, I've been finding it really hard to write episodes were the Doctor doesn't know Tory is Tory so throw out anything I told you about what may happen in the future of this fanfic. Okay?
Tory: Right.
Me: Are you just agreeing with everything I say?
Tory: Yes.
Me: Why?
Tory: The sooner you write the sooner I get to see what happens!
Me: But….you're you…you've lived it….right?
Tory: I still like to see it all again.
Me: Right…. Anyway next chapter is when the Doctor discovers who Tory really is…Ooooooohhh!
Tory: I'm all excited.
Me: Just a warning to all readers the next chapter has skipped out the remainder of the season and skipped ahead to Space and Time the two adventures for children in need.
Tory: The rest of season will be revisited by a later regeneration of myself.
Me: Indeed.
Tory: SG-1 freak.
Me: Indeed.
Tory: It just occurred to me that we haven't placed a disclaimer in this fanfiction.
Me: Indeed.
Tory: *sigh*
Me: *chuckles* I, Madd Madds, own nothing in this fiction apart from Tory and her Meridian particles. The rest is owned by the BBC.
Tory: Indeed.
Me: *slaps Tory across the back of the head Gibbs style.* That's my line!