Journey often ended up hating herself for leaving uncle Morgan and not having the courage to call him at all in the ten months since she left. She hated herself for traveling with Rusty, a Dalek who was so crazy it wanted to destroy its own kind. But right now, in this very moment, Journey didn't regret a thing because this was the happiest moment in her entire life. Though considering most of her life had been surviving Dalek attack after Dalek attack the bar wasn't set that high.

She had arrived on a space station known as Satellite 67, a broadcasting station that reported on many things throughout the galaxy and modelled after a similar space station from several centuries ago years ago. She had met a few reporters back when she was with her uncle and they were always liabilities, more likely to get good people killed as they gave their lives to save them. They would go back home and tell the galaxy how dangerous the Daleks were, only for more reporters to arrive since the first one got fame for surviving such horrors. She won't lie and say she didn't want to punch every reporter she saw, because the only thing that stopped her was the fact that it had been so long since she had spoken to actual people.

Dedicating your time to hunting Daleks already made it difficult to make time for yourself to relax, but when you lived with a Dalek that had dedicated its life to exterminating all other Daleks it was practically an impossible task. The only time she got to talk to anyone is the rare time she and Rusty saved someone or she purchased supplies, and after a year of this she had finally had enough. When she had got back with the supplies she had told Rusty that she was going out and when she got back she would be going to bed as they have permission to dock here for the night. She didn't want to hear it complain and remind of her of its never ending goal to kill its own kind, so immediately afterwards she left the ship and closed the door behind her. She knew Rusty wouldn't follow her as it knew it wouldn't end well considering the guards were armed with weapons to fight Daleks and had some basic training to do so, even if there was almost never a situation which required that training.

When she entered the lounge however and saw all the people, she began to feel that this was a mistake. She had cleaned herself best she could within the limitation that all the clothes she had were for combat, but she knew it wasn't enough when she saw how casual everyone else was dressed. She knew it would have been casual but she had clearly forgotten how casual civilians could dress and she stuck out like a sore thumb. Feeling nervous and awkward as many eyes focused on her, even if it was only for a moment, she headed straight for the counter an ordered a drink.

An hour later she had barely had any of it and was furious with her decision to come here, especially since she wasn't sure what she had expected. If her life has taught her anything it's that there are only four reasons why people talked to others in a place like this, the first being if it relates to paying for something. The second is for work and the third is when you are with loved ones. The last is if you are looking for a meaningless night of fun, but that wasn't an option for Journey even if she didn't have a Dalek for a roommate. She knew she was pretty even when dressed to kill monsters, but compared to the women around her she was very forgettable. She was about to get up and leave, to get some sleep before heading out into Dalek territory to forget about tonight, when she heard someone call her name.

"Journey. Is that you?" the voice called out and Journey looked around in surprise. When she saw the woman approaching her from the entrance, a smile quickly formed on Journey's face as she got up to hug her.

"Dora! What are you doing here?" Journey asked as she hugged Dora tightly who did the same, before both let go to look each other up and down. Journey was relieved to see that she was also dressed like Journey which helped make her feel more comfortable.

"Me and my team have just docked for a rest. But that's not important, what are you doing here? Last time I saw your uncle he got really upset when I asked for you, so I assumed you were killed by the Daleks." Dora explained as she guided Journey to a table, her eyes going wide once they sat down as an idea occurred to her. "Wait, did you desert?"

"No! Well, technical yes." Journey replied while the guilt hit her from the mention of he fund me. "I'm still killing Daleks, I'm just not doing it with the Galactic Resistance."

"So you're killing them all by yourself?" Dora asked with a raised eyebrow that made Journey fidget in her seat uncomfortably. "You're good Journey, at so many things, but that's a little hard to believe."

"No I've been travelling with someone. He's..." Journey trailed off briefly, finding it awkward to not describe Rusty as an it. "Well, he's not a friend but he's good at killing them."

"Oh, and where is this amazing Dalek killer? I would like to meet him."

"He's at the ship, but that wouldn't be a good idea. He doesn't like people that much." Journey said quickly, while at the back of her mind imagining how a meeting between Rusty and Dora would go. There probably wouldn't be anything left of her ship by the end of it.

"But he likes you?" Dora asked with an implication in her tone that took Journey a second to figure out.

"No!" she yelled in disgust, which caused many to look at her in surprise and annoyance before going back to their own conversations. Dora shared their surprise and watched as Journey glanced around awkwardly as she continued to talk. "No, it's nothing like that. We're not together we just help each other kill Daleks and nothing more."

"Well, that's good to hear." Dora said with a smile that Journey recognized. "Really good to hear."

Journey blushed slightly as she recalled the time she spent with Dora, both when they fought the Daleks and when they had more personal moments. When you learn to accept at a young age that you are likely to die at any moment, you also accept that you aren't going to get the fairy tale life. So you don't look for romantic connection you look for someone you can be friends with and trust to have intimate moments with. There had only been three people Journey had that sort of relationship with, which made her pretty conservative in comparison to others, but Dora had been the one she had been closest to.

"You still haven't actually answered by question." Dora suddenly said and when Journey frowned she clarified. "On this space station, in this lounge, all by yourself."

"Oh. Well my friend isn't exactly a great conversationalist, so I sort of wanted some time with other people."

"Well I would be happy to spend time with you."

Journey wasn't great at this sort of thing, but she was pretty sure that Dora was flirting with her. She clutched her nearly empty glass from before tightly while trying her best to hide her nervousness, which judging from the look Dora was giving her she wasn't being that successful at.

She wanted to ask about her uncle and she knew that Dora wouldn't mind answering them, but the second she thought about voicing these questions she became reluctant. She didn't want to think about her problems and regrets right now, she wanted to forget how she abandoned her uncle and was now partnered with humanity's greatest enemy. So instead she just smiled and did her best to make eye contact with Dora without blushing.

"So you're looking good." she said before internally beating herself up for such a terrible and obvious line.

"You're looking good yourself." Dora replied after watching her for a few second before grabbing her by the arm. "Come on, there are much better places for us to talk than here."

Journey followed her with only a second of hesitation before embracing the familiarity Dora provided head on. She had never forgotten how she missed being with people but she had done everything she could to ignore how lonely she was on that ship with Rusty. So she was just so happy to be with someone who knew her and she could just let her guard down a little, and as she followed Dora that's what she did. She stopped worrying about Rusty, Daleks, Morgan, Kai and everything else that had been on her mind.

What followed was a blur of alcohol and laughter mixed with intimate touching that resulted in Journey waking up in a hotel room. She was on a bed completely alone, and for some time judging from how cold the bed was, which wasn't all that surprising since that's how things usually went with Dora. Despite feeling like she was going to die from her headache and struggling to find the willpower to get out of bed, Journey could only say that it was the best and most normal feeling she's had in months. Of course it would take living with a Dalek to make someone enjoy a hangover.

The walk back to the docking bay wasn't difficult, though the noise from the people around her was annoying, and as she got closer to her ship she could feel a little despair form as she got closer to the insanity that was her life. But she froze when her eyes finally saw the door to her ship wide open, terror rising while telling herself that Rusty couldn't have left otherwise the station would have fallen into chaos. She started walking again, at a much faster pace but not running since for some reason running made it seem far more real, and she entered her ship hesitantly.

She looked everywhere, and then she looked again before looking in places Rusty couldn't hide in as she began to freak out. She fought to calm herself, to think everything through logically so she could find Rusty and complain about how it had brought back all her stress as if last night had never happened. She eventually raced to the cockpit and started fiddling with the controls, becoming even more worried than she thought possible when she found that all the cameras had been deactivated as had the alarm for any forced entry. Eventually however she found that one had remained working due to having its own power supply, and watched anxiously as the video appeared on a screen.

She saw Rusty not moving at all as it waited for her to return, so she she skipped ahead until she saw the alien's eyes talk move which from the clock on the screen was only three hours ago. The camera had no sound but she saw the lights flash which signalled it was speaking, when suddenly its door slid open and much to Journey's horror a man steppe through aiming a large gun at Rusty. There was a flash of light from the gun, a stream of energy that struck Rusty before quickly vanishing and leaving the Dalek no longer moving or talking like it had been when the man appeared. Journey watched as the man was joined by two other figures, who began to help the first man move Rusty out of the room. As they did Journey got a look at all of their faces, full of fear at the idea of even touching a Dalek, and she could practically feel her eyes widened when she saw Dora was helping them.

So this will be the start of a five chapter long story arc, and from now on I will be doing one shots between story arcs that span multiple chapters. The one shots will mostly be simple and uncomplicated while the story arc chapters will have much bigger and long lasting consequences on the plot and characters. There won't be an overreaching plot but this is so that I can do more with the characters.