A.N- Hey Readers! I'm thinking about wrapping up this story soon, any opinions? If I do wrap it up, don't worry, I will write another story. This is mostly because the views and reviews on this story have been going down. If you want me to continue, let me know!
Scarlet leaned over to the Dalek, who was now only feet on the other side of the force field. She gave it a look as though she could she could handle anything.
"You try and kill us and then ask for our help, how was that going to help you?"
"THE OTHER TWO WOULD HAVE BEEN EXTERMINATED."
"What do you mean? The Doctor's a Time Lord, he would regenerate too."
"HE HAS REACHED HIS FINAL REGENERATION." Scarlet turned around to see The Doctor, who looked angry but guilty at the same time.
"But this is your eleventh regeneration right?" She asked.
"Yeah, but... its complicat-" He was cut off by the extremely rude Dalek.
"CEASE TALKING, YOU WILL MEET OUR DEMANDS." She turned back around.
"And what if I don't?"
"YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS WON'T BE ABLE TO LEAVE." She turned around. Scarlet knew that The Doctor and Clara had experiences with the Daleks, she could tell by their faces. The Doctor had a face full of hate with a little sorrow hidden under it, while Clara had a face covered with fear and worry.
"What are your demands?" Scarlet asked. The Doctor broke into the conversation.
"Yeah, and why can't I do it?"
"THE MALE TIME LORD IS TOO OLD, HE COULD NOT HANDLE OUR TASK."
"Really! How old am I then?" He asked.
"SCANNERS SAY... 1,246 YEARS OF AGE."
"Wow," He said turning to Scarlet, "I didn't even know that." He turned back to the Daleks.
"So! What do you need a young Time Lord to do for you?"
"THE MACHINE WHICH CREATES DALEK SHELLS IS MALFUNCTIONING, OUR SHELLS WILL MELT IF WE GO NEAR THE MACHINE."
"Oh, so YOU want help from us." The Doctor said smiling.
"WE DO NOT KNOW THE ORIGIN OF THE WORD 'HELP'."
"Doctor, what do they want me to do?" Scarlet asked.
"They want you to fix the machine that molds their shells, they can't do it because it is so hot in there that their own shell will melt; a Time Lord could withstand the heat."
"So why can't you do it?"
"Apparently I'm too old, hah! this body works perfectly!" He said wiggling his arms around, trying to make a point.
"Don't worry, I'll do it." She said to The Doctor and Clara, then turned to the Daleks. "How do I know that you won't shoot me the second after I step out of this force field?" She yelled to the large group.
"WITHOUT THE MACHINE, OUR RACE WILL GO EXTINCT."
"Let me talk to my friends for a second." She grabbed their arms and walked into the broken down TARDIS. "What do I do!"
"I don't want you going! Daleks are evil, lying little machines filled with hate and they could kill you in a millisecond!" Clara cried, trying to put emphasis into every word.
"But Clara, If I don't go, we'll be stuck here."
"Although you shouldn't trust Daleks, the more we stay so far in the past, the more things can go wrong, I mean, we are so far in the past, I'm not even born yet!" The Doctor exclaimed, waiving his hands around as he spoke. "I think you should go." Clara looked angry, she pulled The Doctor over to the side and they started whispering. Scarlet saw a lot of smacks and heard a lot of 'oi's', but in the end it looked as though they came to an agreement.
"Scarlet," The Doctor put his arms on her shoulders, "You need to go, I just wish we had something to use for communication!" His voice got louder as he spoke.
"What about this?" Scarlet pointed to the vortex manipulator that was still on her wrist.
"What your watch?" Clara asked. Scarlet opened the top to see a message on the screen. Perception Filter, you're welcome.
"Yeah, Jack gave it to me, you can communicate with people."
"Who is this Jack and why does he keep giving you gifts?" Clara said with an evil smile on her face. She didn't know if she was jealous of him, or jealous of her.
"I'll tell you about it another time." Scarlet smiled as The Doctor grumbled something to himself. "What was that Doctor?"
"Oh I was just wondering if you checked it for evil spirits yet."
"Stop, this is serious. Can you create a link with your sonic?" The Doctor pulled out his sonic and whirled it around a little bit.
"Talk into the watch." He commanded.
"Testing one two three four." She said slowly. For the time she was talking, the noise coming out of the sonic vanished and was replaced by Scarlet's voice.
"Perfect, Let's go!" he Doctor chirped. Scarlet walked in front already outside the TARDIS. Clara stopped and punched The Doctor in the shoulder. Hard.
"Oi, What was that for?"
"Stop sounding so excited, we are sacrificing our friend to the Daleks, be a little more mature!"
"Sorry, sorry." They both stepped out of the TARDIS and back into the room full of Daleks.
"We will meet your demands in exchange of our freedom."
"EXCELLENT, STEP OUT FROM THE FORCE FIELD." Scarlet felt a little uneasy, but she guessed anyone would if a bunch of aliens with guns attached to them had their weapons pointed directly at you. She closed her eyes and stepped over. She heard no blasts or fires, no noise at all. The whole room was engulfed in silence. She followed the leader Dalek out into the hall and to where ever it was taking her.
As they were walking, and...rolling, Scarlet realized that they were in some kind of factory. She figured they had set up a beam to pick up TARDIS' that got a little close and then forced them into helping them. She didn't know why they happened to be floating around Skaro thousands of years before the earth of The Doctor was born.
When they walked into a room full of Daleks they usually gave them a weird look... well it wasn't really a look, just pointing their eyestalk at her. She guessed they had sent something out that told the Daleks they weren't allowed to exterminate. She felt so weird walking through a building full of The Doctor's greatest enemy when they were at their prime.
Finally they reached a room that was empty. She could tell it was a little bit warmer than the other rooms that they had been in, which were kept icy cold. At the other end of the room was a door that had a window in the middle. It didn't really help though, completely covered with smoke. The Dalek turned to face her.
"YOU WILL DIAGNOSE THE PROBLEM AND EXTERMINATE IT."
"But I don't know anything about mechanics!"
"SILENCE, ALL TIME LORDS HAVE THE ABILITY TO FIX THINGS." She inched closer to the door, reaching for the handle. She guess the room was designed by some humanoid because Daleks couldn't exactly open doors with handles on them. The metal knob would have probably burned Clara, but the warm feeling greeted her again like when she was tied to the burning ropes. She opened the door and flung herself into the room, closing the door as she entered. She was only in there for seconds and she started to sweat. She opened up the vortex manipulator and spoke into it.
"Okay Doctor, I'm in. What do I do?"