A/N: Sorry, sorry! But we've started tech week and I haven't found myself with much free time. Here's the next one, and I'll try and be more consistent. Enjoy! :D
Abigail and John re-entered the counsel room, each carrying two sonic handguns, what appeared to be two sonic machine guns, and an armful of grenades apiece. Sherlock was holding a grenade and a handgun. Abigail and John quickly distributed the guns so that David and Harvey had a handgun and machine gun each. The Doctor watched reproachfully as he leaned on the counsel.
"Sherlock, you sure you don't want one of these?" John said, holding up his machine gun and moving toward the staircase that led up to the hall.
"I'll be fine." Sherlock said. The five huddled for a moment, discussing a plan to take out the Daleks.
The Doctor eyed them. Why did he have a weapons room? He hated guns. What he hated even more was people having to use guns because he had put them in that situation. And there stood five people, all with guns, planning to use them because he had blatantly refused to. He buried his face in his hands. Why was it this way? Why did he live so long, watching his friends wither and die before him? He heard the TARDIS doors open and close, and somewhere in the back of his mind, through his sulky anti-gun thoughts, he wondered how they had gotten the door open, even though he had soniced it.
"EXTERMINATE!" a Dalek shouted. The Doctor cringed as he lowered his hands, hearing a ray shot. Then the unmistakeable sound of sonic blasters and a few Dalek yells of panic.
An ear-splitting scream. The Doctor hurled himself at the doors and flung them open, whipping out his sonic and best I-will-annihilate-you-if-you've-hurt-somebody-I-like face. But all he saw was Abigail on the floor next to David, both – thankfully – alive, and five blown-apart Dalek shells.
"No need, Doctor," Abigail smirked, "I told you it would work."
"I knew it would work, I just…" the Doctor said, but his voice trailed away.
"Just… what?" John said.
"Never mind, come on, back into the TARDIS." The Doctor said, hitching on a fake grin and turning to go back inside.
"He's disappointed in us," Sherlock informed John quietly.
"Yeah? Why?" John said.
"He didn't want us to use guns, but we did anyway." Sherlock said.
"Why would he be disappointed if we did what he wanted to; destroy the Daleks?"
"He doesn't like the way we did it, John." Sherlock said. John shrugged, and they followed Harvey into the TARDIS.
"Back home, back to London, then," The Doctor said quietly, pulling levers and flipping switches.
"What about the spaceship?" Harvey said.
"What about it?" the Doctor nearly shouted.