For a moment Luke stopped, transfixed, not knowing what to do. He was furious at his dad, but he suddenly realized that he didn't want to be alone in all of this. Slowly, as he stared, it dawned on him that he was so angry at his dad, and his dad had just put his own life on the line to save him - even though Luke wasn't even his son.
He wracked his brain to figure out how to help, but he knew there was nothing he could do if he stayed. Maybe the people shooting the guns were there to save them. If they weren't, the best thing he could do is try to find help as fast as he could. He scrambled to his feet, then ran.
Louis awoke to a searing pain in his stomach, as though someone were pushing a spear into it. Remembering his training, he managed to stop himself from moaning, but he opened his eyes slowly to see a teenage girl pressing down on his abdomen.
"Hey," he whispered, "stop that."
Kate jumped back. "I saw you get hurt, I thought you were killed. Are you going to be alright, mister," she blurted out.
He looked down and realized she was pressing on the gunshot wound. "I'll live." He looked around and realized they were under an overhang of rock. "How did I get here?"
"I dragged you here. I've been giving you first aid. I took a class on it. I was applying pressure so you don't bleed too much," she said.
He nodded. "Good thinking. Carry on, then," he said, teeth gritted. While she did, he fished around in his pocket and pulled out a mobile phone. He dialed, but Kate could only hear his side of the conversation. "Jack. They're here. Near the rendezvous. So far, but you better hurry. And be careful. Jason shot me for trying to interfere. No idea, but make it snappy. Yeah, he's mad. OK, thanks." He closed the phone. "Help's on the way, but no idea how long it'll take to get here."
Jason lay low, taking stock. Two of his six men lay dead on the outcropping, but the aliens were right there, in front of him. He just had to apprehend one. Just one, and he would be the hero.
All of this would mean something. Dewhurst would know he was worth something.
He leaned over the edge and took a closer look. Just two Daleks. Two. And he had Rocket Propelled Grenades. It'd be a massacre. They'd never come back to Earth, and he'd be a hero.
No. He'd only be a hero if he brought one in, if Torchwood got the technology. He'd have to do this the hard way.
John turned and saw both Daleks pointing their guns at him. "Nothing to do with me up there," he said, pointing in the direction the voices had come from.
"You will tell us everything you know about them and about Sarah Jane Smith or you will be exterminated," the black Dalek said. The bronze one listened and watched.
"We should exterminate him now and go after the others and exterminate them as well," said the bronze one.
"Wait a minute," John said, his back literally to the wall. "Nobody needs to exterminate anybody."
"You will tell us!" the black Dalek said.
"I don't know anything about them," John insisted. "I didn't even know they were there!"
"You must provide a Sarah Jane Smith!"
John looked at it quizzically, then "Wh-what?"
"YOU WILL PROVIDE A SARAH JANE SMITH!"
"What do you mean I will provide 'a' Sarah Jane Smith?"
"Your genetic material is consistent with the Sarah Jane Smith. You will provide a Sarah Jane Smith. We must have a Sarah Jane Smith!" the black Dalek screeched.
"No, we must destroy all those who stand in our way," said his partner as he began to aim his gunstick at John.
"But I'm not in your way," John said. "I'm completely out of your way," he said, still holding his hands up. "In fact, I … I want to help you," he said. "Why are you … why are you trying to get a Sarah Jane Smith? What do you need one for?"
"A Sarah Jane Smith is the key to destroying the Doctor," the black Dalek said. "The Doctor can be destroyed with a Sarah Jane Smith! We must destroy the Doctor! YOU WILL PROVIDE A SARAH JANE SMITH!"
"He cannot produce one at will, but we may be able to force him to take us to a Sarah Jane Smith." It turned to John. "You will take us to a Sarah Jane Smith now or be exterminated at once."
"He is genetically compatible with the Sarah Jane Smith. We will extract a Sarah Jane Smith from him," the black metal hulk said. A door in the casing opened and ominous pincers began to emerge as it closed in on John.
"Wait," John said, with nowhere to go, "whatever you're thinking of doing, it won't help!" He turned to the other Dalek. "Tell him. Tell him that he can't just extract a Sarah Jane Smith. You'll … you'll disappoint your superiors!"
If a Dalek could roll it's eyestalk, the black one would have. "Our superiors have given us explicit orders. We must exterminate you and all others who stand in our way. If we disobey, we will be exterminated."
"I told you," John said, "I'm not standing in your way. In fact, I'm willing to help you. What is it that you're really looking for? I mean, you want a Sarah Jane Smith. What is it about a Sarah Jane Smith that will destroy the Doctor?" John's eyes scoured the Dalek's casing looking for any sort of vulnerability. "Maybe I can make you something that will do the same thing."
Both Daleks drew closer to John. "You have the knowledge to destroy the Doctor," asked the black one. "We must have it now to complete our mission."
John could feel his breath quicken as his mind raced to try and find a solution before one or both of the metal monsters simply exterminated him. "Well, er … yes. Yes, of course. And I'll give that to you. I just need to know... why did you come here looking for a Sarah Jane Smith?"
"All Daleks know that the Doctor will surrender if a Sarah Jane Smith is in danger," they said in unison.
"How... how do you know that?" John asked, his curiousity overwhelming everything else for a moment.
"At the inception of the Daleks, the Doctor was made to surrender at the threat of harm to a Sarah Jane Smith. All Daleks know this."
"All … wait, you mean, that every single Dalek knows this. Then why are you … here? As in 1988 London."
"We have used the prima genitor information to extrapolate the origin of the original Sarah Jane Smith to be from this time period and region."
The bronze Dalek backed up several inches, as if it were confused. "You have accessed the forbidden prima genitor information."
"It was necessary," the black Dalek said. "Our leaders will not take the necessary steps to destroy the Predator."
"You have disobeyed, you must be taken to the asylum. I must contact our superiors," said the bronze Dalek as it started to establish contact.
A green energy bolt sizzled past John. Had the Dalek not shifted to the side, it clearly would have fried one of the round bubbles on the bronze Dalek's side. "You will contact no-one!" the black Dalek screamed, rolling menacingly towards its compatriot as though they were two street fighters. Quickly, John looked at the corresponding bubble on the black Dalek and as the bronze one fired on it, he lunged forward, ignoring the shrapnel as the black Dalek exploded. Satisfied that it hadn't noticed, John picked up the biggest rock he could find and hefted it.
Luke ran as fast as he could. He wasn't sure where to find help or who to trust but he needed to find someone, and fast. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks and stood stock still. He felt something odd. Something he had never felt before. It was as if his insides were vibrating; it didn't hurt, but it was unsettling and confusing.
He looked around to see where he was, but he couldn't tell. He spotted a huge blue booth and thought it odd that it should be sitting where it was, almost hidden against a stand of trees. He walked towards it and smiled. It said "Police Box" on top, and it had a phone. Now he could call for help.
