Travelling with the Raggedy man

by The Time Lord Oracle

Amy Pond and her cousin Chelsea Willows were 7-years old when the newly regenerated 11th Doctor crashed into their lives. They meet him again when they were adults and they join him in the TARDIS for adventures in time and space. But Chelsea is somewhat wary of the eccentric man-child Doctor, and with cracks popping up all over time and space, it's gonna be an interesting time.

3. Victory of the Daleks

Travelling with the Raggedy Man

Victory of the Daleks

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Amy and Chelsea found that the Doctor wasn't joking when he'd said that there were plenty of clothes in the TARDIS wardrobe. "Blimey, this isn't a wardrobe, this is Primark!" Amy had remarked upon laying eyes on the vast room.

Both women had soon changed into new outfits, with Amy choosing a dark brown aviator jacket, a blue denim mini-skirt and brown cowboy boots, while Chelsea had opted for a black leather waterfall jacket, a Union Flag t-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans and black trainers. Once they'd both changed, the women headed to the console room where the Doctor was waiting for them. "Ah, morning girls." he said cheerfully, "All ready to meet Winston Churchill, then." Then he noticed Chelsea's shirt and his disposition changed. "Where'd you find that shirt?" he frowned, recognising the shirt as the one Rose had worn during the business with Jack Harkness and the Nanogenes.

"I found it in the wardrobe." Chelsea replied, somewhat puzzled by the Doctor's sudden change in mood, "Why? What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing, Chels." Amy reassured her cousin, "You look fine. And it's appropriate if we're meeting Churchill, eh, Doctor?"

"Yeah, I suppose it is." the Doctor conceded. At the end of the day, it wasn't worth making a fuss over a t-shirt. "Just don't go riding on barrage balloons." he told Chelsea.

"Why would I wanna do that?" Chelsea frowned

"Long story." the Doctor waved her off

"So, anyway, can we go see Churchill now?" Amy asked impatiently

"All in good time, Pond." the Doctor told her, moving back to the console, "We're on our way now. Geronimo!"

~8~

One quick trip through the Time Vortex later, and the TARDIS materialised inside a store room. The Doctor stepped out to find soldiers aiming their rifles at him. "Amy, Chelsea... Winston Churchill." he said calmly, completely unfazed by the guns pointed at him.

The soldiers parted to allow Winston Churchill himself to approach the Time Lord. "Doctor? Is it you?" he asked as Amy and Chelsea stepped out of the TARDIS and stared at the legendary PM in amazement.

"Oh, Winston, my old friend!" the Doctor said, going to shake Winston's hand but Winston motioned with his hand that he wanted something. "Ah, every time!" the Doctor chuckled

"What's he after?" Amy asked

"TARDIS key of course." the Doctor replied

"Think of what I could do with that remarkable machine of yours, Doctor." Winston tried, "The lives that could be saved!"

"Ah, doesn't work like that." the Doctor countered, shutting the TARDIS door.

"Must I take it by force?" Winston moaned

"I'd like to see you try." the Doctor retorted

"At ease." Winston ordered his men, who lowered their rifles. "Now, might I enquire as to who your lovely assistants are?" he asked the Doctor

"Assistants?!" Amy scowled

"This is Amy Pond." the Doctor introduced, "And that is Chelsea Willows."

"Ah, nice to see you doing your patriotic duty, young lady." Winston commented, nodding to Chelsea's shirt.

"Um, thanks." Chelsea mumbled, somewhat in awe at actually meeting Winston Churchill in person.

"You rang?" the Doctor asked Winston, who led the trio out of the room and down some corridors.

"So you've changed your face, again." Winston commented, noting the Doctor's new look. Last time he'd met the Time Lord, the Doctor had been a tall thin man in a pinstripe suit.

"Yeah, well, had a bit of work done." the Doctor shrugged

"Got it, got it, got it!" Amy cut in, eyeing their surroundings, "Cabinet War Rooms, right?"

"Yup. Top secret heart of the War Office, right under London." the Doctor confirmed

"Wasn't it a disused tube station?" Chelsea asked

"Correctamundo!" the Doctor answered

"You're late, by the way." Winston told the Doctor

"Requisitions, sir." a WAAF officer said, handing the PM a clipboard

"Excellent." Winston nodded, checking the board.

"Late?" the Doctor frowned

"I rang you a month ago." Winston told him, signing the papers.

"Really? Sorry, sorry. TARDIS had a bit of a makeover recently. I'm still running her in."

Winston handed the clipboard back to the WAAF officer and noticed that she looked tense. "Something the matter, Breen?" he asked, "You look a little down in the dumps."

"No, sir." Breen replied, practically hugging her clipboard, "Fine, sir."

"Action this day, Breen!" Winston encouraged, "Action this day!"

"Yes, sir." Breen nodded, putting on a brave face and going back to work while Winston led the time travellers onwards.

Soon they were approached by an RAF Group Captain. "Excuse me, sir. Got another formation coming in, Prime minister." he informed, "Stukas by the look of them."

"We shall go up top then, Group Captain." Winston decided, "We shall give them what for! Coming, Doctor?"

"Why?" the Doctor wandered. He wasn't one for war, it brought back very bad memories.

"I have something to show you." Winston told him and led the way.

~8~

The group were soon in a lift on their way to the roof. Winston and the Doctor stood up front, Amy and Chelsea at the rear, avoiding the smoke from the cigar Winston was chomping on. "We stand at a crossroads, Doctor." Winston informed the Time Lord, "Quite alone, with our backs to the wall. Invasion is expected daily. So I will grasp with both hands anything that will give us an advantage over the Nazi menace."

"Such as?" the Doctor questioned

The lift stopped and Winston opened the gate. "Follow me." he called and led the trio out onto the roof of the Public Offices, where a man in a white lab coat and tin hat was standing amidst the sandbags looking to the sky with binoculars.

"Wow." Amy breathed as she and Chelsea looked out at the cityscape beyond. They could see barrage balloons dominating the sky and all buildings were reinforced with sandbags on their roofs.

"Doctor, this is Professor Edwin Bracewell." Winston introduced, "Head of our Ironsides project."

"How d'you do." Bracewell waved as the Doctor gave him a victory sign, then he turned back to the sky as a formation of German bombers came into view.

The three time travellers went out to the edge of the roof to look at the view beyond. "Wow." Chelsea breathed quietly, "I've seen wartime London in photos and on telly, but to see it in real life..."

"I know." the Doctor said understandingly

"Oh, Doctor..." Amy began, "Doctor, it's..."

"History." the Doctor said with a smile

"Ready, Bracewell?" Winston called

"Aye-aye, sir." Bracewell acknowledged with a thumbs up, then turned to something hidden by the sandbags. "On my order, fire!"

Laser beams promptly shot out of somewhere behind the sandbags and picked off the German planes one by one. The Doctor stiffened. Those lasers looked eerily familiar. "What was that?" Amy questioned. She knew enough about history to know that there were no lasers in the Second World World War. Then she saw that her cousin had gone as white as a sheet. "You alright, Chels?" she asked

"I know those lasers." Chelsea whispered nervously.

The Doctor shared her sentiment. "That wasn't Human, that was never Human technology." he muttered worriedly, "That sounded like..." He scrambled up the ladder to join Bracewell. "Show me!" he demanded, "Show what that was!"

"Advance!" Bracewell ordered something.

"Our new secret weapon!" Winston cheered as a Dalek trundled out from behind the sandbags. The Dalek was painted in British Army khaki with a small Union Flag beneath it's eyestalk and sandbags around it's mid-section. The Doctor could only watch, horrified. "What do you think?" Winston asked him, oblivious to this, "Quite something, eh?"

Amy and Chelsea had seen the Dalek too. Amy didn't seem too bothered by it, but Chelsea was now shaking in pure terror. "No. Not them." she whimpered, "Anything but them!"

o0o

In 2007, Central London had become a warzone, with Daleks whizzing through the skies attacking Cybermen and any unfortunate Humans. Chelsea and her father Tony Willows ran for their lives down a street along with many other people. Father and daughter stopped in their tracks as they saw a group of Cybermen marching down the street in the opposite direction. "Chelsea, take cover!" Tony warned his daughter, and they both took refuge behind an abandoned car.

"Delete!" the Cybermen chanted as they fired their wrist weapons at the Daleks in the sky above.

One Dalek landed in the street and trundled towards the Cybermen. "Exterminate!" it bellowed, firing it's own weapon.

Tony and Chelsea could only watch the crossfire from their hiding place. Suddenly, they saw a women get hit by one of the Cybermen's shots. Tony made a snap decision. "Chelsea, stay here." he instructed, "I'll be right back." He then came out from cover and ran over to the fallen woman.

Chelsea suddenly saw another Dalek zooming down towards Tony and the woman. "Dad, look out!" she shouted, but it was too late.

"Exterminate!" the Dalek bellowed and fired on Tony and the women, causing their skeletons to briefly become visible before the woman lolled over dead and Tony crumpled to the ground.

"DAD!" Chelsea screamed, coming out from cover and rushing over to him, no longer caring what happened to her. She knelt down beside her fallen father. "Dad, it's ok. I'm here." she fussed, "Just hang in there. I'll get help."

"No time." Tony said weakly, "Oh, Chelsea, I love you, remember that. You're my little princess. My beautiful girl." He manged to reach a hand up and brushed it through his daughter's hair. "Run." he breathed, "Save yourself and have a good life. Do that for me, Chelsea. Live long and have a great life" He then succumbed to his injuries and drew his last breath.

Chelsea promptly broke down sobbing over her father's body, not caring in the slightest about the Daleks and Cybermen suddenly getting sucked towards the Canary Wharf towers. Her father, the only adult who had not dismissed her stories about the Raggedy Doctor and had showed her love and encouragement throughout her childhood, was dead.

o0o

"Chels, what is it? What's wrong?" Amy's voice broke Chelsea out of her flashback. Chelsea didn't answer her, she just cowered back in terror at the sight of the monster responsible for her father's death.

The Doctor meanwhile cautiously approached the Dalek. "What're you doing here?" he growled. He had hoped that the Daleks were gone for good after the Medusa Cascade, but it seemed that the universe was incapable of cutting him some slack and his arch-nemesis had survived again.

"I am your soldier." the Dalek stated

"What?"

"I am your soldier."

"Stop this!" the Doctor snapped, his oncoming storm brewing, "Stop now! You know who I am, you always know!"

"Your identity is unknown." the Dalek stated

"Perhaps I can clarify things here." Bracewell said cheerfully, "This is one of my Ironsides."

"Your what?" the Doctor blinked in disbelief

"You will help the Allied cause in any way that you can?" Bracewell said to the Dalek

"Yes." it answered

"Until the Germans have been utterly smashed?"

"Yes."

"And what is your ultimate aim?"

"To win the war!" the Dalek crowed.

~8~

The time travellers were soon in Winston's office looking at Bracewell's supposed blueprints for the Daleks. "They're Daleks." the Doctor insisted, "They're called Daleks."

"They are Bracewell's Ironsides, Doctor." Winston argued, "Look! Blueprints, statistics, field-tests, photographs. He invented them!"

"Invented them?" the Doctor scoffed, "Oh, no, no, no!"

"Yes!" Winston insisted, "He approached one of our brass hats a few months ago. The fellow's a genius."

"A Scottish genius, too." Amy added smugly, "Maybe you should listen to..."

"Shh!" the Doctor sternly shushed her, "He didn't invent them. They're alien!"

"Alien?" Winston raised a brow.

"And totally hostile!" the Doctor said quietly, seeing another Dalek glide past the room.

"Preciously!" Winston said, thumping the desk with his fist, "They will win me the war!" He turned over the blueprints to reveal a propaganda poster with a picture of a Dalek on it then he got to his feet and left the room.

The Doctor gave an exasperated huff and went after him, a confused Amy and a terrified Chelsea following. "Why won't you listen?" the Doctor whined as they caught up with Winston, "Why call me in if ya won't listen to me?"

"When I rang you a month ago, I must admit, I had my doubts." Winston replied, "The Ironsides seemed too good to be true."

"That's cos' they are." Chelsea said quietly, "They're gonna kill every last one of us!"

Winston ignored her. "But imagine what I could do with a hundred." he said, "A thousand!"

"I am imagining." the Doctor shivered as another Dalek glided past with a binder on it's plunger arm. Last time he'd faced the Daleks, the evil pepper pots had tried to destroy reality itself and although they'd been stopped, it had come at a terrible cost, with millions of people dead and Donna Noble's memories wiped. "Amy, Chelsea, tell him."

"Tell him what?" Amy asked

"About the Daleks."

"What would we know about the Daleks?" Amy asked in confusion

Chelsea stared at her cousin in disbelief. "Amy, those things invaded us last year." she said. Amy just looked at her blankly. "Remember? When those planets appeared in the sky?" Amy still looked like she had no idea what her cousin was talking about. "Ames, that was only last year. Why can't ya remember that?"

The Doctor was concerned at this development. "Amy... tell me you remember the Daleks." he frowned

"Nope, sorry." Amy said nonchalantly and went off after Winston into the map room.

That's not possible." the Doctor frowned, then turned to Chelsea. "So you remember the invasion, then." he observed

"Hard to forget that." Chelsea shivered, "Why can't Amy remember? There were Daleks in Leadworth too."

"I don't know." the Doctor sighed, "I just don't know."

~8~

The Doctor, Amy and Chelsea stood in a corner of the map room watching the second Dalek glide past. "So they're up to something." the Doctor said darkly, "But what is it? What're they after?"

"Well, let's just ask. shall we?" Amy said cheerfully and strode over to the Dalek.

"Amy, no!" Chelsea hollered

"Amelia." the Doctor called, but Amy just ignored both their pleas.

Amy tapped on the Dalek's dome and it turned it's eyestalk to look at her. "Can I be of assistance?" it asked

"Oh. Yes. Yes, see, my friend and my cousin both think you're dangerous." Amy said, "That you're alien. Is it true?"

"I am your soldier." the Dalek stated

"Yeah. Got that bit. Love a squaddie. What else, though?"

"Please excuse me. I have duties to perform." the Dalek said and trundled away.

Chelsea crossed over to her cousin. "Amy, are you insane?" she said, "That thing could've killed you."

"But it didn't." Amy countered lightly, "I'm still here, ain't I?"

Chelsea took a breath. "Ames, I dunno why you can't remember the Daleks, but I do. One of those things killed dad right in front of me. They're evil!"

"You're such a drama queen, Chels." Amy rolled her eyes and went over to join the Doctor, who had gone over to Winston.

"Winston, Winston please." the Doctor implored, trying desperately to get the PM to see sense.

"We are waging total war, Doctor!" Winston waved him off, "Day after day, the Luftwaffe pound this city like an iron fist."

"Wait till the Daleks get started." the Doctor said grimly

"Men, women and children slaughtered." Winston continued, "Families torn apart. Wren's churches in flames."

"Yeah? Try the Earth in flames!"

"I weep for my country." Winston sighed, "I weep for my Empire. It is breaking my heart."

"But you're resisting, Winston." the Doctor tried, "The whole world knows you're resisting! You're a beacon of hope."

"But for how long?" Winston said gloomily, "Millions of innocent lives will be saved if I use those Ironsides now!"

A Dalek rolled over to the Doctor. "Can I be of assistance?"

"Shut it!" the Doctor snapped and turned back to Winston. "Listen to me." he implored, "Just listen! The Daleks have no conscience, no mercy, no pity. They are my oldest and deadliest enemy. You can not trust them!"

"If Hitler invaded hell, I would give favourable reference to the devil!" Winston retorted, "Those machines are our salvation!" A siren sounded in the distance and Winston brightened up. "Oh, the all-clear. We're safe, for now." And he walked away, the Dalek following him.

"Doctor, it's the all-clear." Amy said as she and Chelsea reached the Time Lord.

"You ok?" Chelsea asked the Doctor, noticing that he looked like he was on the verge of snapping.

"What does hate look like, girls?" the Doctor asked grimly

"Hate?" Amy frowned

"It looks like a Dalek, and I'm going to prove it." the Doctor answered and he strode determinedly away, a bewildered Amy and a worried Chelsea following him.

~8~

The trio entered Bracewell's lab where the man in question was working. "Alright, prof." the Doctor said, "The PM's been filling me in. Amazing things, these Ironsides of yours. Amazing. You must be very proud of them."

"Just doing my bit." Bracewell said modestly

"Not bad for a Paisley boy." Amy smirked, while the Doctor picked up a couple of files and speed read through them.

"Yes, I though I detected a familiar cadence, my dear." Bracewell smiled at his fellow Scot

"How did you do it?" the Doctor asked as he finished reading the file, "Come up with the idea?"

"How does the muse of invention come to anyone?" Bracewell shrugged

"But you get a lot of these clever notions, do you?"

"Well, ideas just seem to team from my head. Wonderful things. Like... let me show you." Bracewell showed the trio one of the files. "Some musings on the potential of hypersonic flight. Gravity bubbles that could sustain life outside of the terrestrial atmosphere. Came to me in the bath!"

"And are these your ideas or theirs?" The Doctor narrowed his eyes as the first Dalek entered the room, a tea tray on it's plunger arm. He had encountered Humans foolishly working with the Daleks before, usually in exchange for something, then the Daleks would betray them upon revealing their true intentions. Bracewell's apparent ideas could well have come from the Daleks.

"No, no, no." Bracewell laughed, "These robots are entirely under my control, Doctor. They are..." The Dalek approached him with the tea. "Thank you." Bracewell acknowledged, taking the cup, "The perfect servant, the perfect warrior."

"I don't know what you're up to, Professor, but whatever they've promised, you cannot trust them." the Doctor told him icily, "Call 'em what you like, the Daleks are death!"

"Yes, Doctor." Winston said as he entered the lab with the second Dalek, "Death to our enemies! Death to the forces of darkness, and death to the Third Reich!"

"Yeah, and then death to everyone else too." Chelsea muttered to herself, recoiling back as the first Dalek rolled past her and over to the Doctor.

"Would you care for some tea?" it asked him

The Doctor's patience reached it's end. "Stop this!" he snapped, whacking the tray off the Dalek's plunger, "What're you doing here? What d'ya want?!"

"We seek only to help you." the Dalek said

"To do what?"

"To win the war."

"Really?" the Doctor snorted, "Which war?"

"I do not understand."

"This war, against the Nazis? Or your war? The war against the rest of the universe? The war against all life forms that are not Dalek?"

"I do not understand." the Dalek repeated, "I am your soldier."

"Oh, yeah?" the Doctor spat, picking up a spanner, "Ok. Ok, soldier, defend yourself!" And he promptly began pummelling the Dalek with the spanner, his eyes blazing with pure hatred.

"Doctor, what the devil?!" Bracewell spluttered

"You do not require tea?" the Dalek said nonchalantly as the Doctor continued to attack it.

"Stop it! Prime Minister, please!" Bracewell blustered

"Doctor, please, these machines are precious." Winston tried, but the furious Time Lord was in no state to listen.

"Come on! Fight back!" the Doctor goaded the Dalek, "You want to, don't you? You know ya do!"

"I must protest." Bracewell continued to moan

"WHAT'RE YOU WAITING FOR?!" the Doctor roared at the Dalek as he continued his onslaught, "YOU HATE ME, YOU WANT TO KILL ME. WELL, GO ON! KILL ME! KILL ME!"

"Doctor, be careful." Amy tried, unsettled at seeing him so angry.

"Please desist in striking me." the Dalek said flatly, "I am your soldier."

"YOU ARE MY ENEMY!" the Doctor roared, punctuating his sentences with a hit, "AND I AM YOURS! You are everything I despise! The worst thing in all creation. I've defeated you time and time again. I sent you back into the Void. Donna saved the whole of reality from you! I am the Doctor! And you are the Daleks!" he finished as he gave the Dalek a good kick, sending it rolling back.

"Correct." the Dalek said as it came to a stop next to the second Dalek, "Review testimony." And it played back the Doctor's voiced saying 'I am the Doctor. And you are the Daleks.'

"Testimony?" the Doctor breathed, snapping out of his anger, "What're you talking about, testimony?"

"Transmitting testimony now." the second Dalek said.

"Transmit what, where?" the Doctor blustered

"Testimony accepted." the second Dalek announced after a moment

"Get back! All of you!" the Doctor hollered, realising that the Daleks had dropped their pretences and were getting ready to attack.

"Marines!" Winston ordered, "Marines! Get in here!" Two armed marines stormed in, only for one of the Daleks to exterminate them with ease.

"Stop it!" Bracewell cried in alarm, "Stop it, please! What're you doing? You are my Ironsides!"

"We are the Daleks!" the first Dalek retorted

"But I created you!"

"No." the Dalek retorted and fired at Bracewell's hand, shooting it clean off to reveal a stump of wires and circuits, revealing that he was in fact a robot. "WE created YOU!" the Dalek jeered

"Victory!" both Daleks chanted, "Victory! Victory!" And they both temporal shifted away.

"What just happened, Doctor?" Amy blinked

"I wanted to know what they wanted, what their plan was. I was their plan!" the Doctor mumbled and ran from the room.

"Oi, wait up!" Chelsea grumbled as she, Amy and Winston ran after him.

They caught up with him in the storage room where the TARDIS had landed in. "Testimony accepted." the Doctor mumbled as he unlocked the box, "That's what they said, 'testimony accepted. My testimony."

"Don't beat yourself up." Amy counselled, "You were right. What do we do? Is this what we do now, chase after them?"

"This is what I do." the Doctor told her, "It's dangerous, so you two wait here."

"It's not much safer here, Doctor." Chelsea countered, "Have you conveniently forgotten that we're in the middle of the Blitz?!"

"That's as safe as it gets around me." the Doctor waved her off and stepped into the TARDIS.

Amy, Chelsea and Winston watched as the box dematerialised before them. "What does he expect us to do now?" Amy grumbled

"KBO, of course." Winston answered

"What?"

"Keep buggering on."

~8~

Presently, the trio were in the Cabinet room discussing the situation when Breen hurried in with an urgent communique. "Prime Minister?"

"Yes?"

"Signal from the RDF, sir." Breen said, handing him the paper, "Unidentified object. Hanging in the sky, Captain Childers says. We can't get a proper fix, though. It's too far."

"What do you think, Miss Pond, Miss Willows?" Winston asked Amy and Chelsea, "The Doctor's in trouble and now we know where he is."

"Yeah." Amy agreed, "Cos' he'll be on that ship, won't he? Right in the middle of everything."

"Exactly." Winston agreed

"Question is, can he do anything?" Chelsea wandered, "I've seen what Dalek spaceships can do, and if that thing gets down here to Earth, we're done for!"

Suddenly, all the lights in the room came on by themselves. An officer urgently tried the light switches to no avail. "The generators won't switch off!" he cried, "The lights are on all across London, Prime Minister!"

"Has to be them." Amy swallowed, "Has to be the Daleks."

"But this is the middle of the blackout." Chelsea realised, "If the lights are all on, then any planes up there can see all of London!"

"We're sitting ducks." Winston agreed. "Get those lights out before the Germans get here!" he ordered the officer, who hurried off to the generator room. "Thousands will die if we don't get those lights out now!"

Then Breen had more bad news: "German bombers sighted over the Channel, sir. ETA 10 minutes, sir."

"Here they come." Winston said grimly, "Get a message to Mr Attlee. War Cabinet meeting at 03:00 hours. If we're still here."

"We can't just sit here!" Amy said, "We're gotta take the fight to the Daleks!"

"How? None of our weapons are a match for theirs." Winston said pessimistically.

"Oh, we must have something." Amy groaned

Then Chelsea had a brainwave. "Wait! We do have something!" she said, "The Daleks themselves gave us the very thing to fight them... Professor Bracewell!"

~8~

In his lab, Bracewell was holding a revolver to his head and was about to pull the trigger when Amy, Chelsea and Winston entered. "Bracewell, put that gun down!" Winston hollered

"My life is a lie." Bracewell wept, "And I choose to end it."

"In ye own time, Paisley boy." Amy said, moving to stand next to him, "Because right now we need your help."

"But those creatures... my Ironsides... they made me?" Bracewell blustered, "I... I can remember things, so many things. The last war... the squalor and the mud and the awful, awful misery of it all. What am I? What am I?"

"What you are, sir, is either on our side, or theirs." Winston told him, "Now, I don't give a damn if you're a machine, Bracewell... are you a man?"

"Professor, I know none of us can even begin to understand what ya going through." Chelsea said sympathetically, "But this is an emergency. The Daleks have a spaceship up there that's lighting London up like Blackpool Illuminations and you're the only person who can help us."

"I am?" Bracewell blinked

"You're alien technology." Amy told him, "You're as clever as the Daleks are, so start thinking! What about rockets? You got rockets? Cos' ye said gravity whatsits, hypersonic flight, some kinda missile."

"This isn't a fireworks party, Miss Pond." Winston reprimanded, "We need proper tactical... A misslie or...?" He tailed off, getting a brainwave.

"Or what?" Amy asked

"We could send something up there, you say?" Winston asked Bracewell

"With a gravity bubble, yes." Bracewell replied, showing them his plans, "Theoretically it's possible we could actually send something into space."

"Bracewell... it's time to think big!" Winston told him

~8~

Presently, Amy, Chelsea and Winston were back in the Cabinet room listening to radio reports. Some German scout planes were already over the city and dropping incendiary bombs. "I hope Bracewell hurries up." Chelsea muttered. Winston's plan was for Bracewell to retrofit three Spitfires with anti-gravity technology and Dalek weaponry then send them up to to attack the Dalek ship and stop whatever it was they were using to control the city's lights.

Just then, Bracewell entered, his arm in a sling and a makeshift headset on his head. "At last!" Winston said, "Are they ready?"

"I hope so." Bracewell replied, "In the meantime..." He placed a device on the desk, a device that looked very much like a portable telly. "This will pick up Dalek transmissions." He gave the device a whack and the screen whirred into life, showing a black & white image of the Doctor facing five Daleks.

"We are the paradigm of a new Dalek race." the Dalek in the centre stated

"It's him." Amy said, "It's the Doctor."

"And he's not alone." Chelsea shivered, looking at the Daleks. These Daleks were larger and bulkier than the Ironsides.

"Scientist, Strategist, Soldier, Eternal and the Supreme." the middle Dalek continued

"Which would be you, I'm guessing?" the Doctor said, "Well, ya know, nice paint job. I'd be feeling swish if I looked like you. Pretty supreme!"

"He's got company." Amy frowned, "New company. We've gotta hurry up!"

A phone rang and Bracewell answered. "Yes? Right. Right, thanks!" He hung up and turned to Winston. "Ready when you are, Prime Minister."

"Splendid!" Winston grinned. Now they could counter attack the Daleks.

"Spaceship's exact co-ordinates located." Bracewell announced, checking his homemade screen.

"Go to it, Group Captain!" Winston ordered, "Go to it!"

The RAF Group Captain got on the radio; "Broadsword to Danny Boy. Broadsword to Danny Boy. Scramble! Scramble! Scramble!"

"How cool is this?" Amy giggled to her cousin, "Spitfires in space!"

Chelsea just gave a smile smile. She'd be lying if she said she didn't find the retro-fitted Spitfires amazing, but she knew that this was a life or death situation and if the planes failed then they were all doomed. She turned her attention to Bracewell's screen, which was now showing the feed from inside the Dalek ship again.

"Question is, what do we do now?" the Doctor said, "Either you turn off your clever machine or I'll blow you and your new paradigm into eternity."

"And yourself." the Supreme Dalek stated

"Occupational hazard." the Doctor retorted

"Scans reveal nothing." one of the other Daleks announced, "TARDIS self-destruct device non-existent!"

"Oh, all right!" the Doctor muttered, taking a bite out of something he'd been holding, "It's a jammy dodger but I was promised tea!"

"Tell me he wasn't threatening them with a biscuit." Chelsea muttered, while Amy giggled at the Doctor's bluff.

Suddenly, a siren sounded on board the Dalek ship and one of the Daleks rolled over to a control panel off-screen. "Alert! Alert!" it warned, "Unidentified projectile approaching! Correction, multiple projectiles!"

"What have the Humans done?!" the Supreme Dalek demanded

"I don't know." the Doctor replied

"Explain! Explain! Explain!" the Supreme Dalek shouted frenziedly

Then the lead Spitfire pilot's voice sounded over both the Cabinet room and the Daleks' radios; "Danny Boy to the Doctor. Danny Boy to the Doctor. Are you receiving me? Over!"

"Oh, Winston! You beauty!" the Doctor shouted gleefully

"Danny Boy to the Doctor. Come in. Over." the pilot repeated

"Loud and clear, Danny Boy!" the Doctor called, "Big dish, side of the ship, blow it up. Over!"

"Exterminate the Doctor!" the Supreme Dalek bellowed and the Doctor ran off-screen as the Daleks fired at him then the transmission cut off but not before the women heard the sound of the TARDIS' engines, meaning that the Doctor had gotten away to safety.

"You heard him, Group Captain." Winston said, "Send in all we've got!"

The Group Captain complied. "4-4 to Danny Boy, target the dish and stop that signal."

"Understood, sir. Over." Danny Boy acknowledged, "You can count on us. Over."

"Oh, good luck, lads!" a WAAF officer called.

And so everyone listened to the radios as the Spitfires began their assault on the Dalek ship and the Daleks returned fire. "We've lost Jubilee, sir! Over." Danny Boy reported

"Beam still active, sir." the Group Captain informed Winston.

"Then send them in again!" Winston ordered

The two remaining planes regrouped and made another pass, but one of the planes was shot down too. "Flintflock's down, sir." Danny Boy reported, "And the dish seems to be protected. Over. Danny Boy to the Doctor. Only me left now. Is there anything you can do, sir? Over."

The Doctor's voice answered the call: "The Doctor to Danny Boy, the Doctor to Danny Boy. I can disrupt the Dalek shields, but not for long. Over."

"Good show, Doctor, go to it. Over." Danny Boy acknowledged, "Going in, wish me luck. Over." A few anxious seconds passed then... "Direct hit, sir!" Danny Boy announced

Everyone in the Cabinet room erupted in cheers as the lights went out. "Yes!" Amy crowed

"Oh, that was close!" Chelsea laughed in relief, pumping her fist in the air.

~8~

A few minutes later, everyone was talking and celebrating when the Doctor suddenly ran in and punched Bracewell in the jaw, knocking him to the floor. "Doctor!" Amy cried, alarmed that the Doctor would strike someone like that.

"What the hell did ya do that for?!" Chelsea glared at the Doctor

"Ow! Sorry, Professor." the Doctor said, shaking his sore fist, "You're a bomb! An inconceivably massive Dalek bomb."

"What?!" Bracewell blustered

"There's an oblivion continuum inside you." the Doctor explained, "A captured wormhole that provides perpetual power. Detonate that and the Earth will bleed through into another dimension." He knelt down beside Bracewell and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. "Now keep down." He pulled open Bracewell's shirt and flashed the sonic on his stomach, the skin of which parted to reveal mechanics underneath. Of note was a circular pad on his chest that was divided into sections and glowing blue. One section turned yellow.

"Well?" Amy asked the Doctor, hoping he had an idea on how to stop it.

"I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, never seen one up close before." the Doctor said

"So, has he been wired up to blow?" Chelsea asked

"No, not wired up. He is a bomb." the Doctor replied, "Walking, talking, exploding. The moment that flashes red." He pointed to the circular pad, which was rapidly turning yellow.

"There's... a blue wire or something you have to cut, isn't there?" Amy tried, "There's always a blue wire. Or a red one."

"You're not helping. the Doctor grunted

"It's incredible." Winston breathed, looking at Bracewell's mechanics, "He talked to us about his memories... the Great War."

"Someone else's stolen thoughts." the Doctor mused, "Implanted in a positronic brain." Then he had a brainwave. "Tell me about it, Bracewell. Tell me about your life."

"Doctor, I really don't think this is the time." Bracewell croaked

"Tell me and prove you're Human." the Doctor persisted, "Tell me everything."

By now, the first yellow section had turned red, with the second one rapidly following suit. "My family ran the post office." Bracewell began, "It's a little place just near the abbey. Just by the ash tress. There used to be eight trees, but there was a storm."

"And your parents?" the Doctor encouraged, trying to hurry him, "Come on! Tell me!"

"Good people. Kind people. They... they died. Scarlet fever."

"What was that like? How did it feel?"

"Please..." Bracewell whimpered

"How did it make you feel, Edwin? Tell me! Tell me now!"

"It hurts." Bracewell breathed, "It hurts, Doctor, so badly. Like a wound." The second yellow section turned red while another blue section turned yellow. "It was worse than a wound. Like I'd been emptied out. There was nothing."

"Good. Remember it now, Edwin! The ash trees by the post office and your mum and dad and loosing them and men in the trenches you saw die... remember it! Feel it, because you're Human." The third section turned red. "You are not like the Daleks!"

"It hurts, Doctor. It hurts so much!" Bracewell sobbed

"Good, good, good, brilliant! Embrace it!" the Doctor said as a fourth section turned red, "That means you're alive! They can not explode that bomb because you're a Human being! You are flesh and blood! They can not explode that bomb! Believe it! You are Professor Edwin Bracewell! And you, my friend, are a Human being!" The last section turned yellow. "It's not working!" the Doctor groaned, "I can't stop it!"

Then it was Amy's turn to have a brainwave. "Hey... Paisley. Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't?" she asked, kneeling down beside Bracewell.

"W-what?" Bracewell looked at her

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Amy encouraged as the last yellow section froze, "But a good kind of hurt."

"I really shouldn't talk about her." Bracewell said

"Oh, there's a her." Amy smiled as the last yellow section reverted to blue.

"What was her name?" Chelsea asked Bracewell

"Dorabella." Bracewell said, going misty-eyed at the memory.

"Dorabella? It's a lovely name." the Doctor encouraged, "It's a beautiful name."

"What was she like, Edwin?" Amy asked

"Oh, such a smile." Bracewell said dreamily, "And her eyes... her eyes were so blue... almost violet. Like the last touch of sunset on the edge of the world... Dorabella." All sections on his chest turned blue, disarming the bomb, then they turned white, completely disabled.

"Welcome to the Human race." the Doctor smiled, then turned to Winston. "You're brilliant." he told him and turned to Bracewell. "You're brilliant." Then he turned to his companions. And you two..." He promptly kissed both Amy and Chelsea on their heads.

"Gerroff!" Chelsea muttered, slipping away from him.

The Doctor just laughed at her and got to his feet. "Now, gotta stop them! Stop the Daleks!" And he began to hurry towards the door.

"Wait, Doctor, wait!" Bracewell called, sitting upright, It's too late. Gone. They've gone."

"No, no, no!" the Doctor groaned, "They can't! They can't have got away from me again!"

"No, I can feel it." Bracewell said, fixing his glasses and standing up, "My mind is clear. The Daleks have gone."

The Doctor slumped against a pillar, his energy drained. "Doctor..." Amy tried to encourage him, "It's ok. You stopped the bomb. Doctor?"

"There was a choice." the Doctor sighed, "And they knew I'd choose the Earth. The Daleks have won. They beat me. They've won."

"But the Earth was saved. Not too shabby, is it?" Amy encouraged, "Is it?"

"No." the Doctor brightened up, "It's not too shabby."

"It's a brilliant achievement, my dear friend." Winston said, "Here, have a cigar."

"No." the Doctor waved him off, still hurt from his loss, "There's something I've gotta do." And he hurried away.

~8~

Next morning, Amy, Chelsea and Winston were in the Cabinet room discussing the past day's events. "So, what now?" Amy asked

"I still have a war to run, Miss Pond." Winston replied and took a clipboard from a WAAF officer. "Oh, they've hit the Palace and St Pauls again." he groaned, "Fire crews only just saved it."

Just then, Chelsea noticed a tearful Breen enter the room. "Is she ok?" she asked

"What?"

"Her. She's crying."

"Oh, Miss Breen? Her young man didn't make it, I'm afraid. Just got word. Shot down over the Channel."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Chelsea sighed, knowing how Breen was feeling.

"Where's the Doctor?" Amy asked, trying to change the mood.

"Tying up loose ends." the Doctor said as he entered the room, "I've taken out all the alien tech Bracewell put in."

"Won't you reconsider, Doctor?" Winston moaned, "Those Spitfires would win me the war in 24 hours."

"Exactly." the Doctor said, taking a cup of tea off the desk and sipping it.

"But why not? Why can't we put an end to all this misery?"

"Oh, it doesn't work like that, Winston." the Doctor told him, "It's gonna be tough. There are terrible days to come. The darkest days. But you can do it. You know you can."

"Stay with us!" Winston tried, "And help us win through! The world needs you."

"The world doesn't need me." the Doctor smiled

"No?"

"The world's got Winston Spencer Churchill!" the Doctor grinned, giving Winston a victory sign.

"It's been a pleasure, as always." Winston conceded

"Too right!" the Doctor grinned, and the two men shared a hug.

"Goodbye, Doctor." Winston said when they broke apart.

"Oh, shall we say adieu?"

"Indeed." Winston nodded and turned to Amy. "Goodbye, Miss Pond."

"It... It's been amazing." Amy said, shaking Winston's hand, "Meeting you."

"I'm sure it has." Winston said and turned to Chelsea. "Farewell, Miss Willows." And he shook her hand too.

"Can't believe I'm shaking hands with Winston Churchill." Chelsea smiled, "Never thought in a million years I'd ever do that!" Winston then headed for the door. "Oh, and Churchill?" Chelsea called after him, "Give the Doctor his key back."

The Doctor nearly choked on his tea and urgently patted down his pockets, finding that his TARDIS was indeed missing. "Oh, she's good." Winston laughed, "Eyes as sharp as a pin." He handed Chelsea the TARDIS key he'd swiped from the Doctor. "Almost as sharp as me. KBO!"

Winston left the room and Chelsea handed the Doctor his key back. "Ya know, he has a point." she said, "You've got a time machine, you could go back and stop this war from happening by preventing Hitler from rising to power in the first place."

"Alas, it doesn't work like that." the Doctor told her, "There are fixed points in history that can't be changed. Both World Wars are fixed points. I can't interfere. I tried messing with a fixed point once and it nearly caused catastrophic damage to the timeline. Anyway, things to do, places to see, moving on."

~8~

Bracewell was sitting stoically in his lab, a leather glove covering his stump. "I've been expecting you, Doctor." he said as the trio entered, "I knew this moment had to come."

"Moment?" the Doctor asked

"It's time to deactivate me."

"Is it?" the Doctor furrowed a brow, "Oh, yeah."

"You have no choice." Bracewell said, "I'm Dalek technology. Can't allow me to go pottering about down here where I have no business."

"No, you're dead right, Professor." the Doctor replied, "100% right. And by the time I get back here in, what, 10 minutes?" he turned to the women.

"More like 15." Amy said

"15 minutes, yeah." the Doctor agreed, "That's exactly what I'm going to do. You are going to be so deactivated. It's going to be like you've never been... activated.

"Yeah." Amy agreed

"15 minutes?" Bracewell frowned

"Um, actually, I think it might be more like 20 minutes." Chelsea spoke up

"Hmm, yeah, I think 20 as well." the Doctor agreed, "Once Pond, Willows and I see to the urgent thing..."

"Yes!" Amy chimed in

"We've got to see to... the... see."

"Very well, Doctor. I shall wait here and prepare myself." Bracewell said.

"That Dalek tech's a bit slow on the uptake." Amy said quietly to Chelsea and the Doctor then turned to Bracewell. "That thing we've gotta do. Gonna take half-an-hour, realistically, isn't it, Doctor?"

"Easily!" the Doctor concurred, "So no running off, that's what I'm saying. Don't go trying to find that little post office with the ash trees or that that girl... what was her name?"

"Dorabella." Chelsea told him

"Dorabella." the Doctor nodded. "Oh no account go looking for her." he told Bracewell, giving him a wink, "Mind you, you can get a lot done in half-an-hour.

Bracewell realised what the Doctor was doing. "Thank you, thank you, Doctor!" he grinned.

"Come along, girls." the Doctor said to his companions, and the trio left the room.

~8~

"So... you have enemies, then?" Amy said when they reached the TARDIS.

"Everyone's got enemies." the Doctor shrugged

"Yeah, but mine's the old woman outside Budgens with the mental Jack Russell. You've got, like, you know, arch-enemies."

"Suppose so." the Doctor replied, leaning against the TARDIS.

"And here's me thinking we'd just be running through time, being daft and fixing stuff." Amy mused, "But no, it's dangerous."

"Yup. very." the Doctor confirmed. "Is that a problem?" he asked. He knew that Chelsea still hadn't quite forgiven him for his outburst on Starship UK and he hoped that this latest escapade hadn't put either Human off travelling with him.

"I'm still here, aren't I?" Amy said cheerfully, then turned to her cousin. "What about you, Chels? You staying?"

"Well, if you're staying, then I suppose I'd better." Chelsea shrugged. Although she was still on the fence with the Doctor and seeing the Daleks again had reopened old wounds, she knew that she had to stay and make sure Amy stayed safe for her wedding.

Amy then noticed the Doctor's rather solemn disposition. "You're worried about the Daleks."

"I'm always worried about the Daleks." the Doctor replied heavily

"It'll take time, though, won't it? I mean, there's still not many of them. They'll need a while to build themselves up."

"It's not that." the Doctor replied, "There's something else. Something we've forgotten. Or rather you have."

"Me?" a confused Amy blinked

"You didn't know them, Amy." the Doctor told her seriously, "Chelsea remembered them, but you didn't. You'd never seen them before. And you should've done. You should." And he entered the TARDIS, a confused Amy and a quiet Chelsea following him, then the box dematerialised, the trio blissfully unaware that a crack exactly like the one from Amy's bedroom had appeared in the wall the TARDIS had been parked in front of.

~8~

The TARDIS materialised in a graveyard in Willesden, London on a dingy day in 2010. The Doctor, Amy and Chelsea stepped out then Chelsea made her way over to a grave marked 'Tony Willows. 23rd of November 1963 - 8th of July 2007. Beloved father and friend to many.'

"Hello, dad." Chelsea said softly as she knelt down by the grave, "It's me. Sorry I haven't round much lately. Been a bit busy, you know, but I'm here now. The Doctor's back and me and Amy are travelling with him now. Wish you were here. If the pair of you met, he'd probably love to hear your stories. Oh, dad, I miss you. I know I promised I'd do you proud and I'm trying my best. I just wish you were still here now. I love you. Always."

The Doctor and Amy stood a short way behind, both respectfully letting Chelsea have her moment, the Doctor watching thoughtfully. He was curious that Amy never mentioned her parents and Chelsea never seemed to mention her mother and now with the revelation that Amy didn't remember the Dalek invasion of 2009, it seemed that there was a mystery surrounding his two companions, one that he would have to get to the bottom of.

Author's notes: Ok, been a while but here's Victory of the Daleks. I've been looking forward to adapting this episode with Chelsea and I hope it doesn't disappoint. As you can see, Chelsea can still remember the events of Stolen Earth/Journey's End unlike Amy. My rationale for that is Chelsea hasn't had as much exposure to the cracks as Amy has, so her memories aren't as affected by the time energy as Amy's were. As for Chelsea not mentioning her mother, it was never specifically said if Sharon was erased by the time energy so we can either assume that she was or she and Chelsea don't really get on. Sharon will appear much later in the story and mother and daughter's relationship might get explored somewhat. Note the date of Tony's birth. See if anyone gets the Easter Egg. So, hope you like the new chapter and I hope to see ya next time for Amy and Chelsea's first meeting with River Song. Ta-ta for now!