A/N: The following is a quick Jim and Aly solo adventure as adults; Twelve and Clara come back next chapter with their babies as babies.

Three

Jim moved very carefully around the workshop, doing his best to not make any noise. He saw Davros and his Head of Personal Security, Colony Sarff, staring down his sister and the woman who had introduced herself as Margot, both of whom were bound at the wrists with snakes. The twins had thought she was mental from the moment they met, but it turned out she was more than that—she was the Master, their dad's oldest and most complicated friend. She'd wanted a bit of fun with the mongrels her idkbff had been keeping away from her for twenty-three long years, and now she definitely had it: Skaro, in the heart of the Dalek Empire, completely at their captor's mercy.

Mercy… it was something that Jim and Aly's father had emphasized to them repeatedly over the years. What is life without mercy? Very boring and full of cruelties, they decided, and mercy was not something high on the list of things that the Creator and Allfather of the Daleks cared for when it came to dealing with his prisoners.

"So… we meet again, Master," Davros wheezed slyly. "Didn't think I'd catch you here again without a good reason."

"Mistress, please," she insisted with a pout. "I'm a sensitive girl, after all."

"Sensitive my arse—you're a loony," Aly scoffed.

"Yes, utterly bananas; it's a blessing in disguise." Was she laughing…? God, she was laughing.

"Enough of that," Davros coughed. He turned his chair and faced Aly. "Now what are you, child? Her companion?"

"Not the way things are going," Aly frowned. "I think the restraining order should be a whole star system between us at the least, don't you agree?"

"Honey, I shouldn't be within a star system of anyone, but, here I am!"

"No… you are different; come closer," Davros said. When she didn't, Colony Sarff emitted some spare snakes and pulled her closer to the decrepit old man. He put a metallic hand on her chin and examined her face carefully. "Well now, so the Doctor did take his part in the prophecy after all."

"Prophecy…?" the twins said at the same time, Aly aloud and Jim barely above a whisper.

"Yes… although, I've always made him to misinterpret it, so as to make him stumble into it without knowledge," Davros chortled. He let go of Aly and she stepped back to the Master's side. "The fool couldn't see what was in front of his very nose."

"Ooooh… plot twist," the Master sang. She looked from Aly, to Davros and Colony Sarff, and back to the young woman. Glee spread across her face and she stomped her feet.

"I don't see what's so funny, Time Lord," Colony Sarff deadpanned. "The prophecy has been fulfilled—there is a new race for the Daleks to destroy."

"I—I don't get it," Aly said. "What's going on… what prophecy?!"

"Daddy dearest never told you?" the Master giggled. "Well, it goes like this, when a Mummy and Daddy love one another very much, oopsies happen… except this oopsie happens to be the fusion of two master-warrior races, more powerful than any of the parent races."

"No…" Aly gasped. "Da said that had to do with the Daleks!" She took a step back, staggering. "That was the time he made the zombie Daleks and overflowed the sewers! It… it can't be me!"

"It can and it is," Davros said. "Master, for this great gift, I set you free. You have half an hour to leave Skaro, or your life shall be forfeit." The snakes that bound her slithered off, returning to the Colony.

"Looks like I've got me a date with that little plant-hopper junker in the hangar. Ta~!" She then skipped out the door, nearly catching Jim as he crouched behind a corner.

"She will not get far," Davros smirked. "Now… let's see… what do I do with you, my dear? Without a question I will put your mind through some sort of bleaching agent, wipe it clean so I can mold it to my will… but what shall my will be…?" He thought for a moment, pensive with all three of his eyes dark and closed. "My children do not need a mother, nor do they require a sister. Maybe a protégé for you, Colony Sarff?"

"Do with her as you wish; I want the one that thinks he is so clever by hiding," Colony Sarff replied. Jim cursed silently at himself, only to find himself bound by snakes two seconds later. The hitman appeared before him, causing the young man to back into the wall. "The girl is strong, but he is stronger yet. Give your children a mother, Davros, while I teach their uncle to be ruthless."

"What do you say?" Davros asked Aly. "Rule by my side? It will be a better life than most queens—my lower half was lost ages ago—though if you want children of your own, I can find a way."

"Da keeps the worst friends," Aly grimaced. She backed away, with Davros taking that as her answer. Soon Colony Sarff forced her and Jim down to their knees before the old inventor.

"Anything else before I hand you over to my children for punishment?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jim said. "Respiratory bypass."

"Huh…?"

The twins immediately held their breath and grinned at one another as a smoke began to come out of the inside of Jim's jacket. The knock-out gas hit both Colony Sarff and Davros, unbinding the prisoners and allowing them to run out the door unimpeded.

"Okay, next time someone walks up to us saying they're a friend of Da's, we're not trusting them in the slightest," Jim said as they turned a corner. They had to double-back, as it was filled with blood-thirsty Daleks.

"Oh, come on, she knew his name," Aly protested. "Can you blame me?"

"Actually, yes."