Wanderer of Time

by Tinker16

A normal life was all Wanda had ever known. She thought it was all she ever wanted. Until one fateful night when her seemingly simple world was turned on its head. Wanda, once an ordinary human girl, now finds herself in a universe of strange creatures and even stranger people. A universe she had only visited in her distant dreams. The universe of the Doctor.

34. Ch 34: The Dreaded Day

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Chapter 34: The Dreaded Day

After they had taken Caecilius and his family to a safe location, Wanda immediately went to the shower. She stood there, letting the hot water sting her skin. She had rubbed every inch of her body raw. Scrubbing away all the ash as it made black trails in the drain. She wished the ache in her chest would go down the drain as well. All she could think about was the face of that little girl. Over and over her terror played out in Wanda's mind. She found she could no longer cry, even though she so wished to. To let out the sadness in some form, so it would not continue to swell up inside of her. But all her tears had been spent. So, all she could do now was stare blankly to the shower wall as she let the emotions swirl around.

Wanda sighed heavily, rubbing at her face with her hands. She needed to stop this. She needed to push forward and move on. She needed to be strong. To be strong like the Doctor. So, she closed her eyes tightly, counting in her mind. One. Two. Three. . . . . One. Two. Three. She found it harder to thrust the sadness away than her fears. But she managed. She slapped her face lightly to get a smile upon it. Today was not a day for sadness. Today was a day to be happy. After all, it was the day that made it official. She had been with the Doctor for exactly a year now. Exactly twelve months. She could not wait to tell the Doctor.

After drying herself off, she got dressed and bounced down the TARDIS corridor back to the control room. She saw that Donna had showered as well, sitting her in her normal clothing and talking with the Doctor. The Doctor had yet to wash up, only brush off the ash from his hair. Wanda knew he was probably waiting for her to be done. She should have asked him if he wanted it first before jumping in herself.

Donna looked up from the control seat, smiling at Wanda when she saw her.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" she asked gently. Wanda returned the smile.

"Better," she answered. She sat down next to the woman, hugging onto her arm. Donna returned the hug with a pat on Wanda's arm, grateful for the affection from the Time Lady.

"Do they make it all right in the end?" Donna asked her curiously.

"Oh, yes. Very much so," Wanda said happily. "Evelina takes your advice to just live and be a normal teenager." She turned her head, smiling to the Doctor. "And Quintus follows in your footsteps and becomes a doctor himself. The whole family has the most happy of lives. You two made the biggest difference in their world. You made it all the better." They both smiled brightly at that note. Glad to have done some good on this day.

"That's good to hear," the Doctor said softly. Wanda beamed away to him.

"And guess what today is," she said brightly. He chuckled some, just glad to see her happy self again.

"What?" he asked.

"Today, it's been a full year of travelling! Today, I have official been travelling with you for exactly twelve months." When she said this, she did not expect the reaction she received. Instead of the happy note she expected, the Doctor looked horrified. He gasped loudly, eyes widening greatly. He rushed forward and pulled Wanda up to him.

"What?!"

Wanda stared in shock, unsure what to think of his reaction. "Um, I-I said I've been travelling with you for a year now."

"No." He breathed out, shaking slightly. "No, not today." He held her tightly to his chest.

"Doctor?" she questioned in uncertainty.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear. With that said, she felt a rush of warmth and white light overtake her. It threw her away from him and into another time. She fell against a wall as she stumbled from the sudden loss of support of the Doctor.

Wanda stared around in dismay as she tried to piece together where she had been sent. A large, empty, metal room surrounded her. A few lights built into the siding. She felt a chill sweep through her as she stared around, beginning to recognize some of the sights. Dread hit her full force. She was in Satellite Five. Satellite Five during its rein of the Bad Wolf Corporation. This meant . . . this was it. The day she had been dreading the most. The day of Bad Wolf.

It was as though it were an event or project due that one keeps putting off. Telling themselves they would get to it eventually. They would figure it out soon enough. Even when knowing there was a deadline, they kept putting it off. Figuring the answer would come to them some time or another. But, when that deadline finally arrived, they were completely unprepared and had no idea what to do with themselves.

Wanda felt just that.

All this time, she could have formulated a plan of action. She could have asked the Doctor, any version of him, for advice. She could have chosen which possibility to follow by now. But she had not. She thought she would have more time. She could have been more prepared. But she was here, now. And she had no idea what to do.

Everything about today, every single little detail could go wrong if Wanda did not play her cards right. For every time she had stared into a possibility for this certain, particular, day things kept changing. Most times, things were fine, playing out as they had in the show. But other times, they went so horribly wrong. Such as, Rose never becoming Bad Wolf, leaving the Doctor for dead. Or, she does become Bad Wolf, but her powers are too great and she destroys everything and everyone in sight. Or, when Rose gets transported away by the Anne Droid, the Daleks kill her on sight. Or, after Rose saves everyone as Bad Wolf, Nine refuses to save her from the Time Vortex and leaves her for dead. The last one Wanda felt hard to believe. But it was the most recurring vision, so she did not take it lightly.

Wanda was on thin ice now. She had to make sure that not only she walked carefully across this ice, but the others as well. She stared around, trying to make out where exactly she was on Satellite Five. She looked up to see she was on Floor two hundred ninety-nine. Which meant . . .

She heard a door open to her left and saw Captain Jack Harkness rushing out. He held a large gun in hand a he ran, glancing over his shoulder briefly to look back to the horrid game he had been in. He turned, seeing Wanda standing there in surprise. He held up his gun to her, staring sternly.

"All right. Are you the one in charge here?" he questioned her.

"Hello, Jack," she said quietly. He blinked in surprise, but kept his gun firm.

"So, you know my name, then? Not surprising, since I am, well, me," he grinned some before staring questionably at her. "Who are you? What have you done with the Doctor, Rose, and my Tink?"

"You know, I've always wondered since the first time we met why exactly you called me Tinkerbell," Wanda replied with a grin.

He blinked some more. "There's only one Tinkerbell in my eye, and you are defiantly not her. So, I'm gonna ask again. Where are they?"

Wanda rolled her eyes. She sure was glad to see him. Even though the day was going to be horrible, at least Jack was there to make her feel better. Even if he was currently pointing a gun at her. Seriously, what was it with men and pointing guns around?

Wanda nodded to the vortex manipulator on his arm. "If you used that scan of yours, you'll most likely see that I have two hearts. And that there is another signature of two hearts located somewhere in this station. But it won't tell you where. However, I can. You'll find the Doctor on the observation deck, but I can't recall which floor exactly. Can't remember everything you know."

She beamed away while he stared skeptically at her. He glanced down to his scanner on the vortex manipulator while still pointing the gun to her. He dropped it the moment he saw the register of two heart signatures standing before him, and the other two somewhere in the station. Just as she said. There was only one person he knew that could predict things to come.

"Tink!" He laughed and rushed forward, hugging her cheerfully. She laughed some as well, hugging him gratefully back. "Oh, glad you're all right. Though, you're not the same Tink who was just with me." He pulled back, looking her up and down. "You're much taller, and . . . a brunette. Well, I guess I can't really call you Tink."

"Nah, you can still call me Tink if you want to." She grinned brightly to him.

He grinned back, giving her another once over. "You weren't kidding about the whole," he waved his hand around at her, "changing-face-thing. I must say, very nice. I like this you. Just as gorgeous as the last." He gave a sly wink which made her blush brightly. Wanda had forgotten how . . . overwhelming Jack's teasing could be. It made her feel uncomfortable, but surprisingly Jack did not make her feel as shy or nervous as when the Doctor did the same thing. Funny. Maybe the Doctor held more of an impact when he teased her.

"You—you can tease later. Right now we need to get a move on." She cleared her throat in an clear uncomfortable manner, moving towards the lift.

Jack laughed loudly behind her. "Aww, is someone shy?" He ran into the lift, standing cheerfully next to her. "Can't believe it's actually you, that you're the same Wanda. Normally you'd be flirting back."

"Yes, well, I'm still young. Practically a child, so . . ."

"Well, that makes things awkward." He rubbed the back of his head, feeling out of place with this strange Wanda. He was so used to the other who seemed to know him so well and how to flirt back with him. He knew neither of them meant anything by it. Only playing really. But he also knew that his Tink did it mostly to mess with the Doctor, making the Time Lord become jealous repeatedly.

Wanda smiled, shaking her head lightly as she dug around in her jacket. "I got you something."

"A present? For me? You shouldn't have. Though, now that I think about it, maybe you should. I have been a good boy this year." He winked at her. He took the gift gratefully, staring curiously as the clear, glass orb. "What is it?"

"It's a Urlel. It changes colors, letting you know if the person next to you is interested in you or not," she explained. "Red means love, purple means affection, and green means lust." He held it up to her seeing the orb change to purple. He grinned.

"Oh, does this mean you're interested in me, Tink?" he asked cheekily.

Wanda rolled her eyes in response. "Not all interests include a hormonal response. Some of the orb's indications are that of people who love you or is affectionate because they find a close bond with you as a friend."

"Aw, that's so nice, Tink. You're gonna get me all emotional now." He threw his arm around her shoulder, giving her a side hug of sorts. The lifts doors opened up for them to step out onto another floor. Wanda glanced around, recognizing it.

"This way," she pointed in a certain direction.

As they walked, she felt her anxiety kick in again. She tired fighting the urge to pinch her thumb, knowing how much it annoyed Nine. But she caved in and started to twist it around. The last time she saw this Doctor, he had been angry with her again. Nine really did not like her at all. At least, not this incarnation of her. She would have to make sure not to anger him any further and to stay out of his way. Especially, since today was so temperamental. She needed to stay quiet around him if things were going to turn out for the better. To stay on her toes and pray she did not upset him in the slightest.

They walked into the observation deck to see the Doctor and Lynda, one of the housemates in the Big Brother House show, working on a computer.

"Hey, handsome, good to see you," Jack said brightly as he bounced down to them. "Any sign of Rose?"

"Can't you track her down?" the Doctor retorted without glancing up from his work.

"No. She must still be inside the games," responded Jack, he fiddled with his manipulator some more. "All the rooms are shielded."

"What about Wanda?" asked the Doctor, sounding worried when asking this.

"Found her first thing." Jack pointed over his shoulder to Wanda, who had lingered behind a ways in the corner. The Doctor looked up in surprise.

"Oh, hey, Wanda," he said lightly.

"Hi," Wanda replied nervously.

The Doctor saw how she twisted her thumb around some, but when she spotted him staring, she hurriedly let go and placed her hands behind her back. He felt a twinge of guilt. Every moment he had met First Wanda, he had always been so harsh to her. Never a nice moment between them. He did not blame her for being nervous around him. Especially, since he understood now just how skittish Young Wanda could be.

He turned away, continuing to work on the task at hand. He would have to make it up to her. As soon as they found Rose and stopped what was going on in Satellite Five, he would take her somewhere nice. Somewhere she could relax. Where they could relax together and have fun. He could show her around some nice peaceful planets. Maybe Diadem? Yeah. That sounded nice. Peaceful planets were the perfect place for First Wanda. Then he could tell her how sorry he was for the way he acted and show her the real him. Not the angry and vengeful man she had seen. Just as soon as they made it through this day, he would do just that.

"If we can just get inside this computer—she's got to be here somewhere," the Doctor muttered as he continued his work. He needed to save Rose. He knew how important she was to Wanda. He could not let anything bad happen to the human girl.

"Don't bother, Doctor," Wanda spoke up, making them all look to her. "Rose is in The Weakest Link on Floor four hundred seven."

"Oh, my god! She's with the Anne Droid!" Lynda cried out in alarm.

"Yes, and we need to hurry. Her game is about to end," Wanda said quickly, turning to run back towards the lift. They others followed behind in a rush.

They got into the lift and the Doctor slammed on the button. He stared anxiously to the floor numbers whizzing by on the screen. If anything were to happen to Rose, he would never forgive himself. And he knew Wanda never would, either. He glanced over to Wanda, seeing how the girl stared anxiously at the rising numbers as well. She twisted her thumb viciously around. That was never a good sign. He learned to be wary of that sign. If Wanda was worried, then he needed to be as well.

As soon as the lifts even began to open slightly, Wanda pushed her way out of them before the others could even try. She sped forward, rushing to room six. Not bothering to wait for the others. If the one possibility were to come true, then she needed to make it in time. She had her sonic in hand before she even reached the door. She adjusted it to the right setting and pointed it at the control panel to the side of the door.

"Work you stupid thing. Work," she grounded out. The doors finally flew open and she ran inside. She could hear the others coming close behind, but she did not even bother looking back. She was not thinking. She was only acting on instinct now.

She shouted out Rose's name. The girl turned, staring at Wanda in a panic. The Anne Droid was about to disintegrate Rose, declaring her the weakest link. She rushed away from her game podium and sprinted to Wanda. Rose could hear the Anne Droid calling her the weakest link behind her back. Wanda could hear the others calling for her to get back. Each girl pushed themselves harder to reach each other in time.

Wanda saw the Anne Droid open its mouth, ready to fire at Rose. She lunged herself at Rose. She grabbed the girl in a hug and spun them around, just as the Anne Droid fired.

Rose stood in horror; her eyes widening fully as she felt her friend turn to dust in her arms. The ash settled around her, a pile of it at her feet. She shook as she stared at her hands, seeing the gray powder in them. Knowing that was no dust. It was pieces of Wanda in her hands. Millions and millions of little pieces. All making up the friend she only just held in her arms. A friend who had died saving her.

Rose could hear Jack screaming, fuming in anger. He shouted at the game show hosts, furious at the loss of his Tink. Rose watched as the Doctor slowly fell to the ground on his knees by her. His hand shaking as it reached for the dust. He picked up some in his hand, letting it trail out of his fingers as he stared at it in dismay. Rose felt her heart clench. Oh, he had been so close to realizing what Wanda really meant to him. And now . . . he would never get the chance. He would never get the chance to have . . . the family he had always dreamed of having again.

"Doctor," she whimpered. She watched how his hand tightened into a fist. It shook in rage as he continued to stare down at the pile of dust.

"It should have been you," he muttered quietly. Rose blinked in shock, thinking she must have heard him wrong.

"What?" she questioned. He shot up, towering over her in fury.

"It should have been you! You were the one that was supposed to die! Not her!" he screamed into her face. She back up slightly, feeling fear in seeing his anger. "She did everything for you! And look where it led her! Why didn't you take the beam?! You knew it was coming, but you let her do it anyway! You killed her!"

The security guards came up and grabbed the Doctor roughly. He continued to scream at Rose as they held the gun to his head to make Jack drop his own.

"It should have been you! It should have been you! Why did it have to be her?! Why did it have to be her?!"

Rose began to cry when she saw the stray tear falling from his face. She wanted to tell him she understood how he felt. She was heartbroken by the loss, too. The guards came up behind her and roughly grabbed her as well. They had gotten everyone now, both Jack and Lynda, too. They were marched out of the game room and into holding. The guards searched them, looking for any weapons. Rose watched how the Doctor had gone quiet. His face going blank and silent of all emotions. He refused to talk, only staring off distantly as the guards questioned him. She knew he must be numb now from the shock. She knew she and Jack were as well. But, Wanda's death . . . it was hitting him so much worse than for the rest of them.

The Doctor remained within his mind. Uncaring to those around him and what was happening. All he could think about was the images of Wanda turning to dust over and over in his mind. All he could think about was the fact he would never see her again. Never see any Wanda again now that time had been rewritten with First Wanda's death. He might even start forgetting her soon, once time caught up. He would never get the chance to apologize to Young Wanda for his mistakes. Never get a chance to really know her. And all she would ever know of him was a spiteful and angry Time Lord.

He felt different from the time he had thought Wanda had died in van Statten's museum. Then, it had been the loss of a fellow Time Lord. The feeling of finally being the last of his kind, of being alone. But now . . . it hurt so much worse. His hearts would not stop clenching and aching. Every second he thought of Wanda, they felt as if they were breaking. He was not foolish. He knew what this feeling was. He had been trying to ignore it for some time now, not wanting to grow attach to anyone ever again. But it was there. He knew it now. His true emotions for the lovely Wanderer that had entered his life. And now . . . he would never know where the emotions could have led him. Could have led them both. He would never know.

And it was their entire fault. The Doctor glared to the guards' backs as they began to walk away. He had not even been paying attention to what they had been saying. He hardly cared at all. All he knew was how much they needed to pay. They needed to pay for what they did to Wanda. They needed to feel this pain in his chest that he could barely stand. Feel it for themselves and know how much real suffering was. He glanced over to Jack and saw the man seemed to be thinking the same thing. For once, the Doctor actually felt glad to have the man on board with them.

"Let's do it," the Doctor growled out when the guard had his back turn, their cell half open. Jack knew instantly what he was saying. Jack jumped up and punched the guard, knocking the guard out in a second. Then he kicked the cell open and took care of the other guard. The Doctor, Lynda, and Rose followed behind, the Doctor having harsh footsteps as he walked. Another guard went to rush at him, but he merely grabbed the man and slammed his head into a nearby wall.

He and Jack grabbed different weapons, ready for action. The Doctor himself held a rather large gun in hand, armed and primed to shoot. Rose watched him warily as they went into the lift, going straight to Floor five hundred. He looked about the same as he did that one day with the Dalek.

"Doctor," Rose began to speak.

"Shut up," the Doctor barked at her. Rose straightened up, holding a stern gaze to him.

"Doctor, don't do anything you will regret. Wanda wouldn't want that. She wouldn't want you to do something rash and hurt people," she said firmly.

"Well, we'll never know what Wanda would have wanted, now would we?" the Doctor retorted. The lift doors opened and he stormed out, aiming the gun straight at the crowd of programmers at the end of the room. They all stood around a strange female who seemed to be hooked up to the entire mainframe of Satellite Five.

"Okay, move away from the desk!" Jack shouted at them. The programmers scattered, looking terrified by the sight of them. "Nobody try anything clever! Everybody clear? Stand to the side and stay there!" The Doctor stormed and up pointed the gun to the woman, the Controller.

"Who's in charge of this place?" he demanded. The Controller ignored him, continuing to mutter away numbers. The Doctor glared at her. "This satellite's more than a game station. Who killed Wanderer?" The Controller spoke up, announcing of a solar flare arriving soon. Then continued on muttering away. The Doctor began to shake slightly, feeling his rage building up. "I want an answer!"

"She can't reply," answered a male programmer. The Doctor whipped the gun around and pointed it at the group of programmers. They all flinched and ducked some. "Don't shoot!"

The Doctor glared at them. He felt half tempted to do just that. To show these people how much he truly hurt inside. But as he tightened his grip on the gun, he knew Rose had been right about one thing: Wanda would never want him to do such a thing. If he was to honour her death, then he would never harm someone in such a way. He vowed that he would never use a gun against a living soul. Not ever. He would do it for her . . . for his Wanderer.

"Oh, don't be so thick. Like I was ever gonna shoot," the Doctor replied easily, tossing the male programmer his gun, dismissing his enragement that had almost sent him over the edge. He turned back to the Controller, focusing on stopping the horrid acts of Satellite Five. Wanda would want him to do that. She would want him to save these people from harm. She had always been kind like that. She would have never held a gun to a person as he had. Never.

"Captain, we've got more guards on the way up," the Doctor said to Jack. "Secure the exits."

"Yes, sir," Jack responded quickly, rushing off to do just that.

"You," the Doctor turned back to the male programmer, "what were you saying?" The man blinked at him, stunned by the gun in his arms.

"But I've got your gun," the man replied in disbelief to the situation around him.

"Okay, so shoot me," the Doctor retorted in annoyance. "Why can't she answer?"

"She's um . . .can I put this down?" asked the programmer.

The Doctor rolled his eyes, feeling greatly agitated by this man. "If you want. Just hurry up."

"Thanks. Sorry." The man set the gun to the side on a desk, turning back to the Doctor to answer his questions. "Um, the controller is linked into the transmissions. The entire output goes through her brain. You're not a member of staff, so she doesn't recognize your existence."

The Doctor looked back to the Controller. "What's her name?"

"I don't know. She was installed when she was five years old. That's the only life she's ever known."

"Door's sealed. We should be safe for about ten minutes," Jack announced to the room.

"Keep an eye on 'em," the Doctor ordered him, not bothering to look back. The male programmer began to tell the Doctor of strange things that had been happening within the game station. It was more than just broadcasting the games. Within every transmission, there were encrypted signals being sent out for years now. The Doctor had the man show him this, wanting to see the transmissions for himself.

Rose watched the Doctor as he went to work, solving the issues and saving the day. But, it did not feel the same to her. To any of them. It was merely a required task they had to complete now. Like a chore. Without Wanda here, none of them felt up to doing much else. None of them looked each other in the eye. They were all still numb, somewhat in denial, to the Time Lady's death.

Rose wondered, after they completed their task here, if the Doctor would still keep her around. Most of the time, she expected he had only allowed her to stay with them because of Wanda. To which Rose knew was most likely the case. It hurt thinking of that.

The lights around the station flickered as everything began to shut down. The solar flare had finally happened, sending the station powerless. Suddenly, the Controller began calling out to the Doctor. The Doctor rushed over to the Controller, standing before her.

"I'm here," he said.

"Can't see. I'm blind, so blind. All my life, blind," she breathed as she stared around blindly. Rose walked up beside the Doctor, staring sadly to the girl. She felt horrible by the torture the Controller had been placed through. To be experimented on and forced to be used as a tool. To be forced into this at such a young age, never growing up to as proper child. It was unthinkable, unimaginable to Rose. Who could ever do something like that to a child?

"All I can see is numbers. But I saw you," the Controller continued on.

"What do you want?" the Doctor asked her.

"Solar flares hiding me. They can't hear me . . . my—my masters listen, but they can't hear me now," the Controller said in relief, in joy, as though it were her first moment of peace in her life. "The Sun. The Sun is so bright."

"Who are your masters?"

"They wired my head. The name is forbidden. They control my thoughts, my masters. My masters . . . I had to be careful. They monitor transmission, but they don't watch the programs. I could hide you inside the games. I knew that you would find me." She smiled some to the Doctor, delighted that he was here. Here for her.

The Doctor's gaze hardened. "My friend died inside your games."

"Doesn't matter."

"Don't you dare tell me that!" He gritted his teeth and glared in rage at the Controller.

"They've been hiding. My masters, hiding in the dark space, watching and shaping the Earth. So, so, so many years." The Controller shook as she spoke, seeming to quiver in terror. "They've always been there, guiding humanity, hundreds and hundreds of years."

"Who are they?" She kept talking, saying how strong and powerful her masters were. The Doctor grew impatient. "Who are they?"

"My masters . . . they fear the Doctor."

The Doctor started wonder, fearing that he knew exactly who these masters were. But he needed to hear it before his fears were made true. "Tell me! Who are they?" But then, the lights flickered back on and the transmission continued. The Controller went on muttering her numbers, unable to speak any longer. The Doctor tired pressing when the next solar flare would be, but the programmers only stated the next flare was two years from now. Two years too late.

"Found the TARDIS!" Jack said joyfully, rushing out of the archive six.

The moment Jack had set foot within the room and into the ship, he knew something was wrong. The TARDIS had been beeping, humming, and flash her lights wildly. Almost in a panicked frenzy. The whole ship seemed to be freaking out about something. He had gone up to the scanner; watched the screen flash by numbers and letters. It had only taken him moments to understand what the TARDIS so desperately wanted him to know.

"We're not leaving now," the Doctor grounded out.

"No. But the TARDIS worked it out," Jack said quickly. He pulled up a male programmer from his seat, taking his place at a computer. "You'll want to watch this." The Doctor turned and watched curiously as Jack had Lynda stand over by the doors. He had everyone watching as he activated the disintegrater, instantly turning Lynda into dust.

"Oh, my god!" Rose shouted in horror. "Jack, why would you do such a thing?!"

"You killed her," the Doctor stated in shock.

"Oh, do you think?" Jack replied with a grin. He flipped a switch and Lynda reappeared right beside Rose and the Doctor. They both stared to the girl, stunned by the sight. Jack beamed in triumph. "It's a transmat beam. Not a disintegrator, a secondary transmat system. People don't get killed in the games. They get transported across space."

"Wanda's alive?" Rose gasped in astonishment.

"Wanda's alive!" Jack exclaimed with joy. Both of them ran up and hugged each other, laughing in delight.

"Wanda's alive," the Doctor breathed. He stood there, his eyes wide and his hearts soaring at the revelation. A wonderful feeling of bliss overtook him at the thought of seeing Wanda, alive and well. Oh, how he really had been foolish. These emotions, these feelings . . . they were so much more than mere attachment as he thought they were. They were so much more that even he could not fully grasp nor begin to understand them. But, in knowing that the Wanderer was alive, he knew he could figure them out with her. They could figure it out together.

"She's alive," he breathed again, the brightest smile crossing his face. Rose and Jack stared back, smiling at him. He rushed forward with a cheerful laugh, hugging them both. They all hugged and cheered; glad to know there was still hope in the universe.

They began to rush, working on finding their Wanderer. Knowing that she was alive was not enough. They needed her back with them as well to complete their happiness. They rushed to work on the coordinates, but were having difficulties. That was, until the Controller helped. She rushed the correct coordiantes, rapidly shouting them before her masters would stop her. She screamed as they beamed her away, leaving the empty space of where she had once been.

They stared sadly to the spot where the poor girl had once been. But they kept at their work, determined to not let her death be in vain. The male programmer helped, giving them some of his logs of transmissions in hopes it would tell them some more coordinates. Pulling up the origin of the coordinates on a monitor, they saw how the certain region of space looked empty. But when the Doctor canceled the signal that was hiding whatever lay there, they stared in horror to what truly hid from them. The Doctor's suspicious fears had been true. It was the Daleks. It was a massive army of Daleks. Over two hundred ships, all holding over two thousand blood thirsty Daleks.

And Wanda was there with them.

He felt another twinge of fear go through him. His hearts twisted at the thought. He stared up quickly when the monitor changed, showing them a transmission from within the main Dalek mother ship. He saw three Daleks facing the screen. Wanda stood in between them, staring up to the screen. The Doctor saw how she stood tall with her hands to her sides, a determined expression on her face. But he also saw the wavering fear within her eyes. She was trying to be so brave. She was trying to prove herself. Prove herself to him. He felt proud of the girl, in knowing how much she tried to show strength beyond her years. Young Wanda would become just that one day. The bravest woman he has ever known.

He leaned back in his chair, staring coolly at the Daleks. Trying his hardest to keep his cool and remain calm.

"I will talk to the Doctor!" one of the Daleks cried out.

"Oh, will you? That's nice. Hello," the Doctor spoke up brightly, giving a small wave and grin.

"The Dalek stratagem nears completion," said the Dalek. "The fleet is almost ready. You will not intervene."

"Oh, really? Why's that, then?" asked the Doctor.

"We have your associate." It turned its eyestalk on her in threatening manner. Wanda did not even flinch nor move. She remained standing still, steadily staring at the screen. "You will obey, or she will be exterminated."

The Doctor stared to her, watching the way she remained staring at him. He saw his answer in her eyes. "No." Everyone turned in disbelief to the Doctor, even the Daleks. Only Wanda remained unaffected. He even saw a small smile forming on her lips. A similar one formed on his face as well.

"Explain yourself," ordered the Dalek.

"I said 'no,'" stated the Doctor.

"What is the meaning of this negative?"

"It means 'no.'"

"But she will be destroyed!"

The Doctor shot up from his chair, glaring at the Dalek. "No! 'Cause this is what I'm gonna do: I'm gonna rescue her. I'm gonna save Wanda from the middle of the Dalek fleet, and then I'm gonna save the Earth, and then, just to finish off, I'm gonna wipe every last stinking Dalek out of the sky!"

"But you have no weapons, no defenses, no plan."

The Doctor grinned at them. "Yeah. And doesn't that scare you to death?" He turned his gaze to Wanda, grinning at her. "Wanda?" She remained silent, but gave a small grin in response. "I'm coming to get you." He pointed his sonic to the screen, ready to cut transmission.

Just before the screen went black, he saw how she smiled softly and heard her speak up warmly.

"See you soon."

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Woo! Things are getting exciting and intense. :) I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter. Please, let me know if you did in a review. Any feedback is welcomed greatly and helps. :)

Reviewers:

Blinked310: I'm glad it was a good surprise. Wanda has a little secret living within her, but now we all just have to find out what that exactly is. ;) And don't worry, it will be revealed what is within Wanda later in the part two of the story. I'm so happy the story has been good. I'm so glad you enjoy it as well. :)

grapejuice101: Glad you liked it. :) I hope you enjoy this chapter as well. :D

curlyhairedfriendsr0x: Spoilers. ;) lol I'm happy you enjoy the story. Glad that I write Eleven well. :)

RuthlessNReckless: They will be getting together in part two. Not that much later within the story. I hope you don't mind the wait on their relationship. There is a reason why exactly is has been taking Wanda so long to fall for the Doctor, and once its explained, it will make a lot of sense. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story and this chapter. :)

pottergoose: lol Well, I hope that wasn't a bad thing in the roller coaster of emotions. I so happy you enjoyed the last chapter. :) As well as the lovely kiss between Wanda and Ten. I was really trying to get the emotions out well, and I'm so happy to see that I did well. :)

Sah: I'm so glad you have enjoyed the chapters. :) Don't worry about not commenting, it's all good. You don't have to leave one for every chapter. Just leave one whenever you have a thought to talk about. :) Thank you so much for taking the time to leave one. :) I hope you enjoy the rest of the story to come.

Thank you to all the reviewers for the lovely comments and thoughts. Fezzes for you all! :D And for all the lovely, lovely readers out there, too! XD You are all amazing.

~Tinker~