A/N: Thanks for the reviews. In addition, I have looked over my chapters, just to satisfy one of my reviewers. I saw a lot of loose ends and tried to tie them up a bit. So I updated all of my chapters. Added a little more descriptions to some, changed the spelling of Gallifreyan, etc. It probably could be a bit better, but me being the anal perfectionist that I am, I am willing to put some improvement to my work. If anyone wants to re-read any of my chapters feel free. And I own nothing. I just like writing Doctor Who fan Fic.

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Chapter Ten: Me and My Big Mouth

The Doctor turned to Ms. Lai, after she spoke her statement and said firmly, "You can't keep a Dalek."

"Can't I?"

"Oh you can, just watch out for the mess it will make when it breaks free."

"Honestly, Doctor. I have the Dalek in very secure cell, I have turned on an energy drainer to make sure it's gun does not work. I have put titanium chains around it. It's not going anywhere."

"Really? Let me tell you a little story. A bit of Gallifreyan history, if you like, since you're so fond of history. My people once were fond of taking people out of time, as much as you are fond of taking people and putting them in exhibits. The games, my people got a thrill at watching other races compete against each other."

"Sounds fascinating."

"Yea, I imagine it would to you. Anyway, my people learned not to put Cybermen or Daleks in the game. Do you want to know why?"

Ms. Lai smiled, "They were afraid, Doctor. For as clever as your race is, Doctor. They were afraid. I am not. "

"Oooh you're gutsy for a human, but no, they played the game a little too well. This little box you have got here. It's a game. Eventually your Dalek will escape. It's only a matter of time."

Ms. Lai smiled, "You think that scares me. But now my Time War collection is complete. The only thing I lack is watching history finish itself."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, "What?"

She smiled, "You have given me an idea, Doctor. One last game, one moment in history, one moment in time, and it's mine. The last Time Lord and the last Dalek, I get to see history finish itself. After all I have given you a major advantage Doctor. A Dalek in a cage, chained up and bound. You're so sure that it will escape, why don't we test it?"

Ms. Lai touched a button on the enclosure and the Doctor suddenly was transmatted inside the enclosure.

The Doctor's face screwed up in horror as he was suddenly transmatted into the Dalek enclosure. It was an ordinary cell. No ornamentation at all. It's primary purpose was to hold it's captive. Close by was Dalek Caan in chains. Damn it. He had to feed the minds of psychopaths. He muttered, "Me and my BIG mouth."

He sighed and turned toward Dalek Caan. What he considered next, he really didn't like. But considering the options he had, he really didn't have many. He grinned, "Hello Dalek Caan. You want to end the Time War? Want to satisfy the whim of some crazy ole human? Or we could do something else. I don't know….do something that Dalek Sec did, maybe perhaps…umm work together."

"WHY SHOULD I HELP THE ENEMY OF THE DALEKS?"

"I don't know. But if you hate this captivity as much as I do, maybe you'd get it through your thick hateful head that we could work together."

"DALEKS DON'T NEED THE HELP OF THEIR ENEMY."

"Daleks, Plural. You mean Dalek. You're alone. You had a chance to rebuild your race and you blew it. What good are you Dalek? Your energy is draining. Eventually you'll sit here, unable to move, a mutant sardine in a can. You're going to have to make a move, eventually. If you break free, and go against me. I'll kill you. You know what I am capable of. A million Daleks, a billion Daleks. Poof. I can end your existence with a snap of my fingers. You help me or…you die. Your choice."

The Dalek machine shook violently as if trying to over come its own hate.

The Doctor laughed, "You having a hernia?" He knew that just thinking against its primary ideas and objectives could kill a Dalek. He saw it happen with Rose and the Dalek. Any contamination of thoughts, ideas, and genetic material could destroy a Dalek. He waited, watching the Dalek struggle with an internal battle in its hate filled mind. Either way he would win. If the Dalek sided with him, he'd get back at his captor. If not, then maybe Dalek Caan would blow a gasket and just die. The Doctor gave a maniacal looking smile at Dalek Caan. The thought of the Dalek self-destructing over the idea of helping him, the last Time Lord, was extremely amusing.