"These humans will become like me. Prepare them for hybridisation," Sec demanded.

Tyra stared at the… thing with an open mouth, completely forgetting to keep her head down. What in the world did Sec do? She was still looking in the Daleks' direction when the pigmen grabbed a hold of all of them, trying to herd them away.

Martha started fighting "Leave me alone," she hissed "Don't you dare." Her head snapped over to me "T…"

She was cut off by music playing "What is that sound?" Sec demanded, looking around in confusion.

"Ah, well," the Doctor popped up from behind a desk "Now, that would be me." He placed the radio down by a Bunsen burner, walking up to Sec with Tyra in tow "Hello. Surprise. Boo. Et cetera."

The Hybrid thing narrowed his eyes "Doctor," he greeted before his gaze travelled to Tyra "And your Companion. What was her name again?"

"How did you end up in 1930?" the Doctor questioned, taking a small step in front of Tyra when the other Daleks started to point their whisks at them.

"Emergency temporal shift," Dalek Sec replied.

The Doctor raised his eyebrows "Oh, that must have roasted up your power cells, huh?" He shook his head in mock disappointment "Time was, four Daleks could have conquered the world but instead, you're sulking away, hidden in the dark, experimenting. All of which results in you."

"Doctor?" Tyra spoke up quietly, her voice still echoing around the silent room "Maybe it's not the best idea to taunt Daleks. You tried that before and it didn't turn out too well."

Sec's eyes were once again on Tyra "I am a Dalek in human form."

"What does it feel like?" the Time Lord squinted "You can talk to me, Dalek Sec. It is Dalek Sec, isn't it? That's your name? You've got a name and a mind of your own. Tell me what you're thinking right now."

Tyra stepped back a little, closer to Martha. When it came to it, she would still be able to get the Doctor out of the way fast enough but from the way Martha grabbed her arm in a bruising hold, she needed the comfort "What is going on?" she hissed as Dalek Sec started spouting off what he thought 'humanity' meant.

"I… I don't know," Tyra mumbled, her eyes trailing from one Dalek to the next "They were at Canary Wharf."

Martha gasped "So that's what they meant about escaping slaughter?" Tyra nodded quietly.

"What is the purpose of that device?" one of the Daleks demanded as the Doctor picked up the radio again.

"Well, exactly," the Doctor rolled his eyes "It plays music. What's the point of that? Oh, with music, you can dance to it, sing with it, fall in love to it." He whirled around "Unless you're a Dalek of course. Then it's all just noise." He aimed his sonic at the radio, causing it to emit a shrill shriek. Tyra gasped, clutching her hands over her ears, barely noticing Dalek Sec and the pigmen reacting similarly. The Doctor wrapped his arm around Tyra's waist, practically carrying her out of the room "Run," he whispered.

The prisoners escaped as quickly as they could. After one last look back, the Doctor ushered Tyra out of the lab. Now that the noise was gone, she breathed a silent sigh of relief, hitting the Doctor's chest in annoyance "Do you know how annoying that is when you do things like that?"

"It's not my fault that your ears are too sensitive," the Doctor grumbled "Plus, it was the only thing I could think of."

"Yeah, right," she snorted, shaking her head.

When the humans in front of them stopped at an intersection, the Doctor barrelled past them "Come on. Move, move, move." He led them all to where Tallulah was standing around, looking completely lost "And you, Tallulah. Run."

"What's happened to Laszlo?" she demanded, craning her neck to check whether she could see him anywhere.

Tyra grabbed her hand "He's fine. Helping us. I promise you, Tallulah."

The Doctor gestured to a ladder "Come on. Everyone up. Come on, hurry."


They came out close to Hooverville, near where they had gone down originally, so their group made the short trek back to where Solomon was already waiting with Sage and Damon. Martha and Tallulah sat down on some crates that were around a fire, while Tyra sank down on the crate next to the one Martha was on with Damon and Sage leaning on either side of her. Her eyes were glued to the Doctor and Solomon talking a few feet away "These Daleks," the older man started, sounding out the word "They sound like the stuff of nightmares. And they want to breed?"

"They're splicing themselves onto human bodies," the Doctor nodded "And if I'm right, they've got a farm of breeding stock right here in Hooverville. You've got to get everyone out."

Solomon scoffed "Hooverville's the lowest place a man can fall. There's nowhere else to go."

"I'm sorry, Solomon," the Doctor sighed "You've got to scatter. Go anywhere. Down to the railroads, travel across state. Just get out of New York."

"There's got to be a way to reason with these things," Solomon argued.

Tyra snorted "Good luck with that."

"There's not a chance," Martha agreed.

"You ain't seen them, boss," Frank added, looking a little worse for the wear.

The Doctor ran a hand through his hair "Daleks are bad enough at any time but right now they're vulnerable. That makes them more dangerous than ever."

Tyra jumped at the shrill sound of a whistle "They're coming," one of the watchers yelled "They're coming."

Solomon straightened in alarm "A sentry. He must have seen something."

Said sentry came running towards them in a panic "They're here. I've seen them. Monsters. They're monsters."

"It's started," the Doctor murmured grimly.

Solomon turned around "We're under attack. Everyone to arms." Rifles were handed out and as everyone got into position, Tyra exchanged a look with Sage and Damon, nodding at them. They situated themselves in front of the humans, ready to defend them if necessary. Just after they had gotten back from the sewers, she had a quick talk with her friends, making sure they were up to date. It had been easier than expected since Damon had filled Sage in on everything Tyra had told him in the theatre.

"I'm ready, boss, but all of you…" Frank looked around at some of the people who were standing around unsurely "Find a weapon. Use anything."

"Come back," Solomon shouted when a few of the men ran off "We've got to stick together. It's not safe out there. Come back."

That's when the pigmen started attacking, grabbing everyone they could get their hands on "We need to get out of the park," Martha exclaimed.

"We can't," the Doctor murmured grimly "They're on all sides. They're driving people back towards us."

Tallulah exhaled shakily "We're trapped."

"Then we stand together," Solomon pointed out in determination "Gather around. Everyone come to me. You there, Jethro, Harry, Seamus, stay together." The armed men formed a circle around the women by the campfire with Tyra, Damon and Sage just behind them "They can't take all of us."

"If we can just hold them off till daylight," Martha shook her head as the shooting started.

The Doctor glanced over at her "Oh, Martha, they're just the foot soldiers."

"Damon," Tyra called out when she saw one of the Daleks flying towards them. She gestured for him to head back towards the group around the Doctor, whispering urgently "Protect them at all costs."

Sage looked up at the pepper pot in hesitation "Can they… Do they kill us?"

"Well, I can't promise," Tyra hesitated "But I'm still alive and got shot by them before." Damon looked at her for a moment before he nodded, heading to the other group nearby.

"Oh, my God," Martha breathed, her eyes wide.

Solomon blinked "What in this world is…?"

"It's the devil," the sentry from earlier cried out "A devil in the sky. God save us all. It's damnation."

"Oh yeah?" Frank pressed out through gritted teeth "We'll see about that." He started shooting at the Dalek, not even stopping when the bullets bounced off with a useless clang.

The Doctor grabbed his arm as Tyra joined Damon, Sage still in place. The pigmen had stopped attacking for now "That's not going to work," the Doctor whispered.

"There's more than one of them," Martha pointed out as a second Dalek swooped in. Both pepper pots started firing, blowing up the tents with whoever was hiding in there.

"The humans will surrender," one of the Daleks ordered.

"Leave them alone," the Doctor called out, stepping forward. Tyra made a noise in the back of my throat. Did he have a death wish? "They've done nothing to you." Solomon stepped forward, causing the Doctor's head to snap to him "No, Solomon. Stay back."

Solomon swallowed "I'm told that I'm addressing the Daleks. Is that right?" He took a deep breath "From what I hear, you're outcasts too."

"Solomon, don't."

"Doctor," he sighed "This is my township. You will respect my authority. Just let me try." He turned back to the flying pepper pots "Daleks, ain't we all the same? Underneath, ain't we all kin?" Solomon put down his rifle "Right. See, I've just discovered this past day, God's universe is a thousand times the size I thought it was. And that scares me. Oh yeah, terrifies me right down to the bone. But surely it's got to give me hope. Hope that maybe together we can make a better tomorrow. So, I beg you know, if you have any compassion in your hearts, then you'll meet with us and stop this fight. Well?" He stared at them "What do you say?"

The Dalek mustered the man for a short moment before its whisk twitched "Exterminate."

Before Tyra could move, Damon had already tackled Solomon out of the way, taking the burst of energy into the back. Damon cried out in pain and slumped to the ground, dead "Damon," Sage and Tyra gasped at the same time. Tyra slid to her knees next to her dead friend, glaring up at the Daleks. Hopefully, he would be alright but she knew how much it hurt to die by Dalek death ray…

"They killed him," Martha breathed "They just shot him on the spot."

The Doctor narrowed his eyes, catching Tyra's gaze for a moment "Daleks. Alright, so it's my turn then. Kill me. Kill me if it'll stop you attacking these people."

Tyra jumped forward, jerking him back by the arm "What the hell are you doing?" He just stared at her. The look in his eyes made her back off. She knew that look all too well. While she might have hated it, she knew how he was feeling about the Daleks and the only thing she could do was to stop him from actually getting himself killed, so she let him go but was ready to jump in, nevertheless.

"I will be the destroyer of our greatest enemy," the Dalek exclaimed gleefully.

"Then do it," the Doctor shouted, holding out his arms "Do it. Just do it. Do it."

The Dalek pointed the gun at the Doctor "Exterminate." It was about to shoot when it stopped "I do not understand. It is the Doctor…" Another quick pause that made Tyra frown. What were they doing? "The urge to kill is too strong…" The Dalek shot in the air before seemingly deflating "I obey."

"What's going on?" the Doctor frowned in confusion.

"You will follow," the Dalek commanded, looking down at the Doctor.

Martha surged forward "No. You can't go. Tell him, Tyra."

"I've got to," the Doctor murmured, looking from Martha to Tyra where his gaze lingered, pleading with her to understand "The Daleks just changed their minds. Daleks never change their minds. Tyra… I know that you're not happy about this but you know that I have to go."

Tyra closed her eyes, clenching her teeth in displeasure "At least let me come with you."

"I need you up here…"

"What?" Martha huffed "To die?"

The Doctor looked over his shoulder "One condition. If I come with you, you spare the lives of everyone here. Do you hear me?"

"Humans will be spared. Doctor, follow." The Dalek turned around, making to leave.

"Are you sure that I shouldn't come with you?" Tyra questioned.

The Doctor placed his hand on Tyra's shoulder, the other one disappearing into his pocket "Stay here with Martha. You two can help the people here. Oh, and cam I just say… Thank you. For everything." He slipped the wallet with his psychic paper into her hand and pressed a short but sweet kiss to her lips before following the Dalek "I'm sorry."

Tyra blinked in confusion at his words. This wasn't right… Was it? "What was that?"

"Something's wrong," Martha nodded, glancing down at Tyra's hands "What's that?"

"Psychic paper," she murmured, showing it to her "But what…" She was about to reach out for the thing that was between the pages of the wallet, frowning in confusion when a groan came from behind them. Damon let out another groan, squinting his eyes open "Are you alright?" Tyra questioned, once again kneeling down next to him, the psychic paper and the mysterious object forgotten for now.

Damon huffed "Do I look alright to you?"

"Don't be a baby," she smiled lightly, helping him up "You're alive, aren't you?"

"Have you ever died by…?"

Tyra looked him in the eyes "Dalek? Yes. I just told you earlier, didn't I? It's not a fun experience as I'm sure you're aware."

"Tyra?" Martha asked as she walked over, the psychic paper still in her hand "Do you know what he wanted you to do with this? And here." She held out a delicate necklace "I think he wanted you to have this." Tyra reached out to take it from her, breath catching in her throat. The pendant's background was a Tardis blue galaxy type with white writing on it. Her fingers trailed over the circular Gallifreyan reverently. She didn't know what it said but the necklace was the most beautiful she had seen.

Tallulah frowned "What's that?"

"It gets you into places," Martha pointed out "Buildings and things. But… where? He must have wanted us to go somewhere, right?"

Tyra hummed before straightening, the necklace clutched in her hand "Empire State Building," she exclaimed.

Martha's eyes widened "I remember… The Daleks mentioned an energy conductor."

"What does that mean?" Sage frowned in confusion. She looked a little frustrated with the situation since it wasn't often that she didn't know what was going on and from what Tyra remembered she got annoyed quickly.

Martha sighed "I don't know. Maybe like a lightning conductor or… Dalekanium." Her head snapped around to me "They said the Dalekanium was in place."

"Let's go," Tyra murmured, fastening the necklace around her neck quickly.

Martha tilted her head "Go where?" She took a step closer, squinting at the pendant "That's beautiful. What does it say?"

Tyra shook her head "I don't know. It's circular Gallifreyan though." She looked to the side where the Empire State Building was being built "As for where we're going, I told you Empire State Building. It's the highest point… and it's still being built. What better place to hide something like this?" Tyra pointed out.

"Frank," Martha called out, seeing Frank talking to Solomon quietly. Solomon was still pretty shaken up by almost dying.

Frank headed over to them "Is everything alright?"

"Mister Diagoras…" Tyra started before pointing to the Empire State Building behind them "Did he have anything to do with building this?"

"Yes," he nodded "Why?"

"We should go then," Martha murmured, her voice holding a hint of excitement. On the way there, she couldn't help babbling about how excited she was to be going to the Empire State Building "I always wanted to go to the Empire State." She looked around the service lift we were standing in "Never imagined it quite like this, though."

Frank looked up "Where are we headed anyway?"

"The top," Tyra murmured, poking Damon questioningly. The whole way here Damon had been a little hunched while walking but his soreness seemed to have disappeared enough for him to straighten again. Sage had once again stayed at the camp, opting to help Solomon with the injured people. She had never been one to join in the crazy schemes that Kol or Tyra had planned, so much like Finn in that aspect that they had fit together so well "We're looking for something that has to be pretty much at the top."

Tallulah hummed, jabbing her finger downwards "How come those guys just let us through?" She reached out for the wallet in Tyra's hands "How's that thing work."

"It's called psychic paper," Martha explained "Shows them whatever we want them to think. According to this, we're… Really, Tyra?"

She looked at her innocently "Why not? It worked, didn't it?"

"You spent too much time with the Doctor," Martha groaned, shaking her head in exasperation.

"What's it say?" Tallulah questioned, trying to peak over Martha's shoulder.

Martha snapped the wallet close, handing it back "Nothing. It's… nothing."

"That's unfair," Tallulah huffed.

Damon tilted his head "What did it say?" he asked lowly.

Tyra grinned mischievously "Not telling."

"Oh, come on, Ty…"

"Nope," she sang, prancing out of the elevator when the doors opened. She couldn't stop the small, content sigh from escaping her lips when she felt the breeze sweep through her hair, coming from the open area on the other side of the room.

"Look at this place," Tallulah marvelled "Top of the world."

Tyra smiled "I heard that before."

"Hey, Tyra, look at this," Martha spoke up, gesturing for her to come over to a drawing board. There were blueprints on it "That looks good."

"Look at the date," Frank pointed out "These designs were issued today. They must've changed something last minute."

Martha tilted her head "You mean the Daleks changed something?"

"Could be," Frank shrugged.

Damon leaned on Tyra's shoulder "But why would they change something today? What made them…" He broke off in confusion.

"I have no idea," Tyra shrugged "I mean, maybe they were trying to move things along faster? If they have been behind the construction the whole time then I'm not surprised it was going this fast… I always wondered…"

"The ones underneath… They're from before," Martha noticed, shifting the sheet to the side a little "That means whatever they changed must be on this top sheet but not on this one. We need to check one against the other."

Tallulah meanwhile was walking in the direction of the open area "The height of this place. This is amazing."

"Careful," Martha warned when she saw what Tallulah was doing "We're a hundred floors up. Don't go wandering off."

"I just want to see," she whispered, going to the opening, looking out towards the Chrysler building "New York City. If aliens had to come to Earth, oh, no wonder they came here."

Damon wandered over to her "According to Ty, aliens prefer London."

"Really?" Tallulah questioned. Tyra glanced over her shoulder, watching Tallulah and Damon with a small grin. Damon had really been so different back in his first century of life… It was almost sad how much he changed because of Katherine and his younger brother. She was just glad that she was allowed to see the real Damon, the person he had been all those years ago instead of the person he portrayed to everyone else "But look at this place."

Damon hummed "It really is beautiful. Nothing I have seen before in any case."

"Your accent is different," Tallulah pointed out "Where are you from? How do you know Tyra? And that other lady. The three of you are friends?"

"I'm from a small town in Virginia. That's also where I met Tyra," Damon murmured, catching her gaze with a small smile "Sage found me and Tyra a few years ago here in New York. Ty and she already knew each other."

Tallulah tilted her head "They did?"

Tyra walked over to them "Sage is the wife of my oldest brother. I hadn't seen her in a while before she ran into Damon downtown." Tyra's gaze moved away from them and she started staring into the distance. A storm was coming and she had a feeling that this would either turn out bad or… really bad.

"Let's go back in," Tallulah spoke up after a few more minutes "I don't like the look of those clouds."


By now, Martha and Frank had spread out the blueprints on the floor. Frank looked up when we rejoined them "I'll go and keep an eye out. Make sure we're safe up here. Don't want nobody butting in."

"I'll come with you," Damon spoke up, hurrying after Frank.

"There's a hell of a storm moving in," Tallulah pointed out as she knelt down next to Martha.

Martha sighed "I wish the Doctor was here. He'd know what we're looking for."

Tyra blinked slowly "We know what we're looking for. We just have to find it."

"What?"

"Dalekanium?" she questioned "Remember?" With that Tyra looked down at the blueprints "This is the newest, right?"

Martha nodded "Yeah."

"Okay," Tyra hummed, studying them carefully.

Tallulah looked at Martha curiously "So tell me, where did you meet the Doctor? And are you two hooking up?"

Tyra stiffened lightly, not enough for them to notice as Martha let out a breath "It was in a hospital… Sort of. And no, we're not hooking up. I think he has a thing for Tyra. Or at least she has a thing for him."

"What?" she sighed when Tallulah turned to look at her with interest shining in her eyes.

"Ty, I've seen the way you look at him and he did kiss you earlier," Martha pointed out "He looks at you the same way you look at him."

Tyra shook her head "Look, I know. We both know how the other feels but… It's complicated."

"Is that really all you say?"

She was silent for a moment before she turned away from her "I found it," she spoke up, changing the subject "Here." Tyra tapped the blueprints "These lines here – on the mast – they're new."

"But why?" Tallulah tilted her head.

Tyra raised her eyebrow, causing Martha and Tallulah to exchange a look of realization "Dalekanium."

"Ty," Tyra heard Damon's voice from where he and Frank were standing "The elevator is on its way up."

"How would she hear you?" Frank frowned "Isn't she all the way back there."

Tyra turned to Martha "Elevator is on its way up."

Just as she had finished the words, the doors of the lift opened, revealing the Doctor and Laszlo "Doctor," Martha exclaimed in relief.

"First floor, perfumery," the Time Lord joked.

Tallulah had run at Laszlo, throwing her arms around his neck "I never thought I'd see you again."

"No stopping me," Laszlo smiled a little painfully, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend.

"We've worked it out," Martha explained, dragging the Doctor over to the blueprints "We know what they've done. Look, here." She traced the lines on the mast "There's Dalekanium on the mast. And it's good to see you, by the way."

The Doctor rolled his eyes with a grin "Oh, come here." He swept Martha off her feet before turning to Tyra "You're wearing it," he grinned as his arms wrapped around her, practically swallowing her in a hug "I knew you'd figure it out," he whispered, leaning his forehead against the top of Tyra's head as the elevator doors shut "No, no, no," the Time Lord groaned, releasing Tyra hurriedly "See, never waste time with a hug. Deadlock seal. I can't stop it."

"Where's it going?" Martha asked, throwing Tyra a pointed look.

"Right down to the Daleks," the Doctor grumbled, tugging at his hair "And they're not going to leave us alone up here. What's the time?"

Frank looked down at his watch "Er… Eleven fifteen."

"Six minutes to go," the Doctor mused "I've got to remove the Dalekanium before the gamma radiation hits."

"Gammon radiation?" the showgirl blinked "What the heck is that?"

Tyra followed the Doctor to the open area "He means lightning."

"Well, why doesn't he just say that then?"

"Oh, that's high," the Doctor grimaced, looking down "That's very… Blimey, that's high."

"Since when are you afraid of heights?" Tyra questioned in confusion as he jerked back a little "You didn't have a problem hanging over the edge of the Sycorax ship."

The Doctor crossed his arms "I'm not afraid of heights… I just have respect."

"Right," Tyra nodded, sounding unconvinced.

Martha groaned "Are you two done? We've got to go even higher. That's the mast up there, look." She pointed upwards "There's three pieces of Dalekanium on the base. We've got to get them off."

"That's not we," the Doctor shook his head, blocking the way up a wooden ladder "That's just me."

"Again?" Tyra demanded.

He shot her a look "Don't argue with me now. Please. They need you – both of you down here. You have to fight." She gritted her teeth and whirled around, stalking off to where Damon was standing. If the Doctor kept acting like he did, she would do something she'd regret. Seriously, Tyra could take care of herself and didn't need to be wrapped up and patted on the head whenever something dangerous was happening.

Damon raised his eyebrow "You alright?"

"Yes," she hissed, taking a couple of calming breaths.

"You know, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you changed a lot. Actually, you have changed a lot," Damon murmured "I take it that it's because of him?"

Tyra couldn't stop the glance she threw over her shoulder, catching the Doctor's eyes before he turned, climbing up the ladder "Yeah. I – He's never judged me for what I am, Damon… Sure, he might disapprove but that's different. I…"

"She was right, wasn't she?" Damon questioned, nodding to Martha who was just walking back towards them.

"Yeah," Tyra muttered, avoiding his eyes.

The Salvatore snorted "I can see it in your face, you know. Why are you so against it? If you both have feelings for each other, why don't you just go for it?"

"Have you seen me?" Tyra huffed "I just don't understand why he would like me… I don't even really know what I'm feeling. What if it's not…?"

Damon wrapped his arms around Tyra's waist for a moment "Why don't you talk to him about it? You know what I think?" He waited for a moment, tilting her chin up "I think that he is a lucky man to have your attention. You're amazing, Ty. Don't let anyone tell you any different. Both you and Sage have helped me so much already and I can never repay either of you."

"You don't have to," she protested "It's not your fault after all."

"I know," he sighed "But this is not about me."

Martha raised her eyebrow at Tyra "Tell me again that he isn't head over heels for you," Martha grumbled "He's way more protective over you than anyone else."

"The elevator's coming up," I remarked, shifting away from Damon. She threw a look at Martha "If you want the overprotectiveness, you can have it. I don't need him wrapping me up like a child."

Frank swallowed "I should have brought that gun."

Laszlo pulled Tallulah behind him "Tallulah, stay back. You too, Martha, Tyra. If they send pig slaves, they're trained to kill."

"The Doctor needs me to fight," Martha pointed out, not moving away "I'm not going anywhere."

Tyra turned to her "We've got this, Martha. Damon and I can take care of them without a problem."

"But…"

"No buts," she smiled "Please?"

Martha sighed "Alright."

"They're savages," Laszlo protested when Tyra stepped up between him and Damon "I should know. They're trained to slit your throat with their bare teeth."

Tyra waved him off "I had worse than a slit throat."

"Laszlo?" Tallulah cried out when he collapsed to the ground, panting "What is it?"

He shrugged her off "No, it's nothing. I'm fine. Just leave me."

"Oh, honey," Tallulah sighed, brushing his hair back "You're burning up. What's wrong with you? Tell me."

Frank glanced back "Great. One man down, we ain't even started yet. Now there's only two of us."

Tyra shot him a slightly annoyed look "What am I? Chopped liver?"

"She's a better fighter than me," Damon pointed out "If you don't want to fight then go ahead. Ty and I can manage."

"Maybe you don't have to," Martha spoke up, glancing out into the open area where lightning was lighting up the walls.

"You want to electrocute them," Tyra realized "Well, saves me from having to get my hands dirty."

"I never heard you complain about that," Damon teased "I'm not sure I'm liking this new you."

She hit the back of his head "Idiot."

"Are you like this with everyone?" Martha demanded, her eyes showing her amusement "Because I could use your help if you're done."

"Sorry, Martha," Tyra grinned sheepishly, taking apart the metal scaffolding while Martha and Frank got the chairs ready. She threw several of the metal bars to Damon, positioning the first few against the base of the mast.

Tallulah was still running her hands through her boyfriend's hair "Aw, you'll be alright, sweetheart," she cooed "Don't you worry." She looked up in annoyance when she was almost hit by one of the chairs "What are you clowns doing?"

"Even if the Doctor stops the Dalekanium, this place is still going to get hit," Martha pointed out.

Tyra held up one of the bars "Electricity all the way down. If we connect these to the lift, the pigmen will get zapped. Not very nice way to go but… Oh well."

Frank looked over at Tyra "The way you talk one would think that you died like a hundred times already."

"You saw Damon die," Tyra pointed out, helping the young man to connect the pipes to the scaffolding outside "And he's obviously still here. Trust me, I've died… a lot. In quite a few different ways. None of them are advisable although some aren't as bad until you wake up."

Tallulah looked at the line of metal nervously "Is that going to work?"

"It should," Martha shrugged "If not I'm sure Tyra wouldn't mind getting her hands dirty."

"My pleasure," she called over her shoulder.

Frank blinked "How did you hear that? The only thing I hear is the storm."

"Maybe I'll tell you, maybe Damon will but not now," Tyra murmured, tugging a lock of wet hair behind her ear.

Martha looked at Frank and Tyra, waving them over "Just sit here and try not to touch anything metal."

"Yeah," Frank nodded, plopping down next to Martha.

Tyra knelt down slightly in front of them, keeping her eyes on the elevator. Floor 90… Floor 100… She jumped when she heard a loud scream from outside but before she could move, the electricity flowed down the conductor, along the scaffolding poles and straight to the pigmen in the elevator "Doctor," she whispered, jumping over the still sparking pipes to run outside.

"What happened?" Martha called after her when she noticed where Tyra was going.

It was Damon who replied since she was already halfway up the mast. Further up, Tyra could see the still figure of the Doctor lying uncomfortably close to the edge "Doctor," she murmured, pulling him away from the edge and onto her lap. His hearts were still beating but that didn't make him any less unconscious.

"Doctor," Martha gasped, seeing him lying on Tyra's lap. She had the sonic clenched in her hands "Look what we found halfway down. You're getting careless." Martha laughed lightly and leaned forward when the Doctor gasped awake.

He raised his hand and groaned "Oh my head."

"Hiya," Martha smiled.

"Hi," he murmured back "You survived, then." His head tilted back, rubbing against Tyra's stomach a little "Are you okay?"

She nodded before tapping him on the forehead "We're talking about this later."

Martha cleared her throat over the sound of the still roaring storm "I can't help noticing… There's Dalekanium still attached."

They all looked up before startling into action, quickly climbing back down the mast to where the others were waiting. The Doctor started pacing "The Daleks will have gone straight to a war footing. They'll be using the sewers, spreading the soldiers out underneath Manhattan."

"How do we stop them?" Laszlo asked, getting up slowly. He was leaning on Tallulah heavily but he looked a little better.

The Doctor ran a hand through his dripping hair, making it stand up in every direction "There's only one chance. I got in the way. That gamma strike went zapping through me first."

Tyra tilted her head, her eyes a little wider than normal "Does that mean that they're part Time Lord and part Dalek?"

"We need to draw fire," the Doctor explained after a quick nod "Before they can attack New York. I need to face them. Where can I draw them out? Think, think, think."

"What about the theatre?" Damon asked.

The Doctor's head snapped around "That's it. Tallulah."

"That's me," she raised her hand "Three Ls and an H."

"The theatre… It's right above them and – what – it's gone midnight? Can you get us inside?" the Time Lord questioned.

Tallulah shrugged "Don't see why not."

"Is there another lift?" the Doctor asked, looking at the normal elevator with the dead pigmen still scattered around.

"We came up in the service elevator," Martha pointed out.

The Doctor grinned "That'll do. Allons-y."


The journey to the theatre passed in silence. Tyra was trying to ignore the Doctor, slightly annoyed at him for getting hurt. This must be how he was feeling whenever she got hurt… The only difference was that she could heal from just about everything. Him… Not so much. Yeah, he would regenerate but it wasn't like he had an unlimited number of lives or even regeneration energy.

Tallulah opened the door to the theatre with a key that she had gotten from somewhere. Tyra didn't ask and didn't really care too much either. It was pretty cool inside which immediately caused Tallulah to shiver. The Doctor stopped in the middle of the theatre "This should do it. Here we go."

"There ain't nothing more creepy than a theatre in the dark," Tallulah shuddered "Listen, Doctor, I know you got a thing for show tunes but there's a time and place, huh?" Her attention was drawn from the Time Lord to her boyfriend when the pigman fell into one of the seats heavily "Laszlo, what's wrong?"

Laszlo shook his head "Nothing. It's just so hot."

"But it's freezing in here," Tallulah whispered in concern "Doctor, what's happening to him?"

"Not now, Tallulah," the Doctor waved off "Sorry."

Martha raised her eyebrow at the Doctor who had climbed onto a row of seats "What are you doing?"

"If the Daleks are going to war, they'll want to find their number one enemy," the Doctor pointed out matter-of-factly "I'm just telling them where I am." He held up his screwdriver as it continued beeping. After a minute, he turned towards the others "I'm telling you to go. Frank can take you all back to Hooverville."

"And I'm telling you I'm not going," Martha crossed her arms.

Tyra nodded in agreement "You should know by now that I'm not leaving you. I've humoured you for the past few adventures but I'm not letting you go and get yourself killed."

The Doctor tensed "That's an order."

"Who are you, then?" the medical student challenged "Some sort of Dalek?"

Tyra looked from her to the Time Lord and back "Martha," she warned quietly, shaking her head at her "I know you're mad but don't ever say that again."

They whirled around when the doors exploded inwards and people marched in from both sides, surrounding us. Tallulah let out a squeak "Doctor. Oh, my God. Well, I guess that's them then, huh?"

"Humans with Dalek DNA?" Martha murmured.

The Doctor held out his arms, hands up "It's alright, it's alright. Just stay calm. Don't antagonize them."

"But what of the Dalek Masters?" Laszlo spoke up carefully, watching the Dalek humans warily "Where are they?"

Just as he said that there was an explosion on stage and two of the three remaining Daleks appeared with Sec on a chain, crawling on his hands and knees "You just had to ask, didn't you?" Tyra sighed, stepping next to the Doctor.

"The Doctor will stand before the Daleks," the Dalek on the left ordered, its eyestalk looking from one person to the other before coming to rest on me "And the Companion too." The Doctor walked over the top of the seats easily as Tyra followed him quietly. His hand was clenched on her arm. She wasn't sure whether he was trying to comfort her or himself "You will die, Doctor. It is the beginning of a new age."

The Dalek on the right moved forward "Planet Earth will become New Skaro."

"Oh, and what a world," the Doctor spat "With anything just the slightest bit different ground into the dirt." He nodded to the former Dalek on the ground "That's Dalek Sec. Don't you remember? The cleverest Dalek ever and look what you've done to him. Is that your new Empire, hmm? Is that the foundation for a whole new civilization?"

Tyra tugged on his hand "Do you think it's a good idea to antagonize Daleks? Normally I'm all for it but we're slightly outnumbered at the moment."

"My Daleks," Sec rasped "Just understand this. If you choose death and destruction, then death and destruction will choose you."

The left Dalek turned "Incorrect. We will always survive."

"Now we will destroy our greatest enemy, the Doctor," the other Dalek announced.

"But he can help you," Sec pointed out.

The left Dalek's whisk twitched "The Doctor must die."

"No," Sec gasped "I beg you, don't."

"Exterminate." Tyra slipped in front of the Doctor, hoping to protect him from dying but she didn't count on Sec standing up just as the Dalek fired.

"Your own leader," the Doctor grimaced in disgust, wrapping his arm around Tyra's waist. He didn't try to push her behind him again which she counted as a win. Maybe for once he actually got what she was trying to do "The only creature who might have led you out of the darkness and you destroyed him. Do you see what they did?" He turned to the Dalek humans "Huh? You see what a Dalek really is?" The Doctor glanced over his shoulder and past Tyra "If I'm going to die, let's give the new boys a shot. What do you think, eh? The Dalek humans. Their first blood. Go on, baptise them."

Tyra let out a breath "You better know what you're doing," she mumbled.

"Where would be the fun in that?" he shot back, steeling himself. Either he was going to die in a moment or his plan had worked. After all, the Dalek humans should have some of his DNA inside them as well.

"Dalek humans," the left Dalek called out "Take aim." They turned their guns on the Doctor.

The Doctor clenched his jaw "What are you waiting for?" he goaded "Give the command."

"Exterminate." Both the Doctor and Tyra stiffened, waiting for something to happen but nothing did.

"Exterminate," the second Dalek cried out.

The left Dalek moved forward "Obey. Dalek humans will obey."

Martha glanced at them "They're not firing. What have you done?"

"You will obey," the Dalek cried out "Exterminate."

"Why?" the first Dalek human questioned.

The second Dalek reared back "Daleks do not question orders."

"But why?"

"You will stop this."

The Dalek human tilted his head "But why?"

"You must not question."

"But you are not out Master," the man pointed out "And we – we are not Daleks."

The Doctor relaxed with a small smile stealing its way across his face "No, you're not. And you'll never be." He smirked at the Daleks on the stage "Sorry, I got in the way of the lightning strike. Time Lord DNA got all mixed up. Just that little bit of freedom."

"If they will not obey, then they must die," the Dalek on the left huffed. He shot the man who had questioned orders.

"Get down," the Doctor called out, dragging Tyra down between the seats.

The Dalek humans turned on the two aliens on stage, firing at them as the Daleks fired at the humans "Exterminate. Exterminate. Extermin…" One after the other the Daleks exploded and the Dalek humans stopped shooting.

"It's alright," the Doctor soothed, looking at the still people "It's alright. You did it. You're free." All of a sudden, the mutants started clutching at their hands, dropping to the ground, dead "No. They can't. They can't. They can't."

"What happened?" Martha demanded "What was that?"

The Doctor straightened up, his face set "They killed them, rather than let them live. An entire species. Genocide."

Laszlo straightened with a low groan, nodding at Damon when he came forward to steady him "Only two of the Daleks have been destroyed. One of the Dalek Masters must still be alive."

"Oh, yes," the Doctor smirked darkly "In the whole universe, just one." He turned to look at Tyra "How about we go and see for ourselves?"

Tyra inclined her head "I'd be happy to."


They took the way through the props room down to the sewers, making it to the Dalek laboratory in barely anytime. The others and Tyra stayed back, while the Doctor walked closer to the Dalek strapped into the cables "Now what?" the Doctor demanded.

"You will be exterminated," the Dalek said.

The Doctor snorted, waving him off "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Just think about it, Dalek… What was your name?"

"Dalek Caan."

"Dalek Caan," the Doctor repeated "Your entire species has been wiped out. And now the Cult of Skaro has been eradicated, leaving only you. Right now, you're facing the only man in the universe who might show you some compassion. Because I've just seen one genocide. I won't cause another. Caan, let me help you. What do you say?"

The Dalek was silent for a moment "Emergency temporal shift," it cried out, disappearing.

"No, no, no," the Doctor chanted, moving towards the cables. Tyra sped in front of him, catching him. He was still muttering under his breath as he closed his eyes tightly.

"Doctor," Martha called out panicked "Doctor. He's sick." Tyra looked over to see Damon and Frank holding onto a wheezing Laszlo, helping him to sit down on the ground "It's okay," Martha whispered soothingly "You're alright. It's his heart. It's racing like mad. I've never seen anything like it."

Tallulah took Laszlo's hand in hers "What is it, Doctor? What's the matter with him? He says he can't breathe. What is it?"

"It's time, sweetheart," Laszlo gasped.

"What do you mean, time?" Tallulah demanded "What are you talking about?"

Laszlo looked up, still wheezing "None of the slaves survive for long. Most of them only live for a few weeks. I was lucky. I held on because I had you. But now, I'm dying, Tallulah."

"No," Tallulah shook her head, tears gathering in her eyes "You're not. Not now, after all this. Doctor, can't you do something?"

The Doctor smiled at the showgirl, crouching down in front of Laszlo "Oh, Tallulah with three Ls and an H, just you watch me. What do I need? Oh, I don't know. How about a great big genetic laboratory?" He grinned lightly "Oh look, I've got one. Laszlo, just you hold on. There's been too many deaths today." The Doctor started working with coloured liquids, causing the rest of them to look at each other in slight confusion "Way too many people have died. Brand new creatures and wise old men and age-old enemies. And I'm telling you, I'm telling you right now, I am not having one more death. You got that? Not one. Tallulah, out of the way. The Doctor is in."


After another few hours, they were back in Hooverville, standing with Solomon and Sage "Well, we talked to them," Frank pointed out, looking at Laszlo with a smile "They might not have been happy but you have a home here, Laszlo."

"People are going to stare," Solomon added "We can't promise you'll be at peace but, in the end, that's what Hooverville stands for."

Sage placed a hand on Laszlo's shoulder "If anyone gives you trouble, come to me or Damon. We'll take care of it."

Laszlo smiled at them gratefully "Thank you. I can't thank you enough."

"Ty," Sage spoke up, looking at her "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Tyra patted Laszlo's shoulder and followed her two vampire friends to the side, far enough away that the others wouldn't be able to hear "What's up?"

"I just need to know…" Sage broke off, taking a deep breath "In your time… What about Finn?"

Tyra lowered her head "I don't know," she whispered, an apology in her tone "If he gets undaggered, I will let you know, alright? I promise. Just make sure that Damon will have a way to contact you."

"Contact me how?" the redhead frowned, her eyes showing what she didn't want to say.

Tyra drew her into a hug "You'll know when the time comes. I'm sorry, Sage. I wish that I could tell you something else."

"It's not your fault," she muttered.

"And yet, I feel responsible," Tyra smiled sadly "Maybe if I had done more, Nik would have woken Finn…"

Sage shook her head "You did try and you paid the price. I don't blame you."

"And just to get this straight," Damon spoke up "We can't tell you about any of this?"

Tyra shook her head "Just like I can't tell you anything about your future," she explained "For the me you know, this is still a century in the future."

"This is annoyingly complicated," the Salvatore grumbled.

"Try getting timelines straight when you travel all over," Tyra snorted "I haven't seen one of my brothers in a century and yet I have seen him recently."

Sage raised her eyebrow "Who?"

"Kol," she told her "There was Shakespeare… and witches."

Sage's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline "No way."

"Yes way," Tyra nodded.

"Tyra," the Doctor called out from behind them "Separate yourself and come. We should go."

Tyra rolled her eyes "Well, you heard him. I'll see you two."

"Bye, Ty," Damon murmured, pulling Tyra into a tight hug "And take care of yourself, will you?"

She saluted him playfully before pressing a small kiss to both his and Sage's cheeks "Make sure you stay out of trouble, alright?" With that, she turned to job back to where the Doctor and Martha were waiting for her.


On the way back to the Tardis, Martha stopped "Do you think it's going to work, those two?"

The Doctor shook his head with a shrug "I don't know. Anywhere else in the universe, I might worry about them but New York? That's what the city's good at. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses and maybe the odd pig slave Dalek mutant hybrid too."

Tyra snorted at that. Well, he wasn't wrong. New York was good at new starts, no matter what or who you were "They have good people taking care of them," she spoke up "I'm sure that for the time Damon and Sage are in New York, they'll look after the two."

"Hm," the Time Lord nodded "With anyone else, I might worry too but Damon is good at… stuff."

"Stuff," Tyra repeated incredulously.

Martha suddenly burst out laughing. When they turned to her, she held up her hands "I just… The pig and the showgirl."

"The pig and the showgirl," the Doctor laughed.

"It just proves it, I suppose," Martha sighed "There's someone for everyone."

The Doctor glanced down at Tyra for a moment before turning away "Maybe."

"Meant to say, I'm sorry," Martha mumbled.

"What for?" the Doctor tilted his head in confusion.

Martha shrugged "Just because that Dalek got away and for what I said. I should have known better. Do you think you'll ever see it again?"

"Oh, yes," the Doctor nodded "One day."

"Most likely sooner rather than later," Tyra added "Daleks are like cockroaches. Just when you thought you got rid of them, they come back."

The Doctor groaned "Don't I know it."