A.N- Hey readers! I'm still alive! I'm sorry about all the breaks between updates lately. It's not just the crazy finals I've had to do, but I also got an awful cold that gave me a headache every time I looked a computer screen. Don't worry everybody, I wouldn't end the fic so abruptly and without a proper conclusion, so I will continue the story for now. My updates will be scarce until next Friday due to finals. I have a challenge for you guys! If any of you could make a better summary for my story than I would greatly appreciate it! PM me with any ideas. Don't be shy, R&R!
Scarlet sighed, she hated to be told what to do. First by the Daleks forcing them to fix their shell machine, and now The Doctor, giving her the full Fixing For Dummies version of how to fix this flipping machine. She was getting a little frustrated but kept her cool just like she always had.
"So what is the problem exactly?" The Doctor asked through the VM. Scarlet looked around one of the contraptions. It was long like a conveyer belt that made an assembly line out of Dalek head pieces.
"I don't know, but it looks like it is coming from the beginning, nothing is coming out except liquid."
"The machine must be over heating." Scarlet wiped a large mound of sweat off her forehead.
"No shit, I cold have told you that."
"Oi, what did I say about swearing!"
"It's rude, annoying and I have no tolerance for it!" She said with a mimic British accent.
"Close enough. So, we need to stop the machine from over heating."
"Okay, how do we do that."
"You're a Time Lord, shouldn't you know how to fix things?"
"Why do people keep saying that!" The machine let out a small shower of sparks. "Okay fixing, fixing, fixing, fixing." Scarlet kept repeating until The Doctor stepped in.
"Check to see if whatever is heating it is working properly." Scarlet walked over to the oven type thing. An awful screeching noise was coming out of it. Sheets of metal would come through and then melt within seconds. The liquid fell over the sides and onto Scarlet's shoes, which melted along with it.
"Great, I liked these shoes." Scarlet hissed as she waved goodbye to he favorite black converse. Now she had to walk around an over heated liquid squirting machine barefoot.
She put her focus back to the machine. A large chunk of whatever the machine was made from had slightly melted down it was skidding against the fast moving conveyer belt.
"I found it." She said, with a little too much spirit in her voice. Her smile went away quickly, because the voice that responded wasn't The Doctor's.
"That's nice Red, oooh you're with the Daleks, not my preference but metal salt shakers could be a fun dinner date." The immortal idiot sounded from the VM. Scarlet looked at the screen to see Jack looking up at her.
"What do you want Jack, I'm a little busy saving my friends lives."
"Oh wow, you look hot when you're hot, what temperature are you in right now?"
"I don't know," She said as she wiped the sweat off her forehead again. "But it's really hot." She paused for a second. "Are you drunk? You didn't call me Red last time we talked."
"Nah, I'm fine, oh, since you're with the Daleks, I've got you a present." In a little tube attached to the VM, a vial entered, kind of like at banks. Filled in the vial was a bubblegum pink liquid that smelled between ink and rat poison.
"What is this?" Scarlet asked, picking the vial out of the tube and examining it.
"A little present to the Daleks. When your finished saving humanity or whatever you are doing, put it into that giant bucket of liquid metal. It'll be loads of fun." Jack gave a toothy smile.
"Is it bad?" Scarlet asked.
"No, just a little revenge for them killing me."
"If I do it will you let me finish my job?"
"At your service Lady Red." Jack hung up, his picture vanished. Replacing his voice was The Doctor's, which as in mid-yell...
"ARE YOU THERE SCARLET!" The Doctor shouted through the VM.
"YES, I'm here, and I found the problem."
"Oh...sorry, I guess we broke up for a couple minutes" The Doctor answered apologetically.
"Yeah... broken up-"
"So what is the problem?" The Doctor asked, restored to his cheery state.
"Some metal from the machine is making friction with the conveyer belt which is heating the oven up more than it needs to be."
"Can you fix it?" He asked.
"Yeah, If I just get my hand in here." Scarlet tried to pull the machine piece back to its rightful place, but reacted immediately from the heat of the metal. Even a Time Lord couldn't stand that much heat. "Ouch!" She heard a voice come from the VM, but again, it wasn't The Doctor's.
"Scarlet, it's Clara! You better get back here in one piece! Be careful." Even though Scarlet couldn't see her, she felt the sincerity in her voice.
"Don't worry Clara, I will." Scarlet closed her eyes. She thought of the cold air in South Korea, and of London during the witch hunt. With her eyes still closed, she reached out for the metal and pulled. Her muscled were still sore from training but she still tried hard, she would not give up. She let go when nothing happened. She sighed, but she was not giving up.
She wiped her forehead, covered with a clump of sweat once again. Another thing met her, fatigue. The heat was sapping her energy and making her feel like she was going to faint. With this lack of energy she could not pull on the metal again, she would surely burn her hands off.
Think like a Time Lord, think, think, THINK!. She hit her head, which didn't help the fatigue. She was no good at being a Time Lord, that was The Doctor's job.
She fell to her knees. She thought about what would happen if she regenerated now. Would she just keep regenerating because of the overwhelming heat. The heat and that annoying screeching noise were blocking her thoughts. She was usually so optimistic and now she was thinking about death. She looked down. She was going to miss this body. The way it looked in clothes. CLOTHES!
She pulled off her blouse, revealing her white tank top. The now exposed areas were quickly covered by the heat. What a stupid idea. Her plan didn't work. Maybe I should take my pants off. She started undoing her belt when she remembered what was on it. Her sonic blaster! She pulled the blaster out and shot in at the loose metal. The blast wasn't as hot as the oven but it gave enough force to blow the shard off the end of the machine, making the annoying screeching noise cease.
The heat in the room didn't change much, it would need to air out a little bit. The problem was fixed, she could leave now. Crawling on the floor she started heading toward the door. Then she remembered the glass vial in her palm. She sighed, crawled over to the bucket and poured it in. Who knew what would happen? She crawled out of the room and took a deep breath. The air wasn't much cooler, but it was enough to get her back onto her feet and back the room where Clara and The Doctor were being held.
The cool air now inviting her, she went from a walk to a jog to get back behind the safety of the force field. She ran straight to Clara to give her a big hug.
"You went dead for a while! We were so worried!" She said excited.
"I'm fine, I promise." The Doctor went in and joined the hug. When the emotional moment was over, The Doctor went back the Daleks which had now all entered the room.
"She did what you asked, now de-immobilize the TARDIS and we will be on our way."
"SHE WOULD MAKE A FINE DALEK." The leader Dalek said. His words had power. The Doctor grew furious while Clara stepped back crying.
"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT!" The Doctor screamed at the pepper shakers. Him and the leader kept on screaming while Scarlet went over to comfort Clara.
"What's wrong honey?"
"They said the same thing to me." She said in a small weak voice. "And then they turned me into one."
"No they didn't, you're right here, completely human."
"Well, not this me, one of the other mes. Oswin." Clara's voice changed as she muttered the name. She said it strong like she was remembering someone who had fallen in battle. Scarlet knew, that's how her mother used to say her father's name. Scarlet picked up Clara and wrapped her in a hug. The hug was short because The Doctor broke in.
"Time to go ladies!"
"They are letting us go?" Clara asked.
"Well no, I'm letting us go. They immobilized the TARDIS using energy from the hive mind. When the most powerful Dalek here," He pointed to the leader which laid immobilized, "got a little to close to my sonic, I shut down the energy and now my old girl is ready to fly!" He jumped excitedly, than ran into the TARDIS, who's lights were back. The Doctor started punching in coordinates.
"First, let's get as far away from Skaro as possible." He said.
"Finally we're out of there, I'm starving." Clara said, running to the kitchen.
"HEY, you're not the one who dealt with a freaking Dalek factory!" Scarlet chased after her. She was clearly famished. She ran into the kitchen peeking behind Clara who was frozen in front of the refrigerator.
"DOCTOR!" Scarlet screamed.
"What!?" He yelled back, a little concerned.
"Where the HELL is all the food!" Clara yelled.
"Oi, stop swearing in there!"
A.N- Do you guys want to find out about Jack and his mysterious pink liquid? Tune in next time to find out:D