A/N: Bit of a short chapter, but things will be happening quickly soon enough. Hope you enjoy. Please R/R.
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Chapter Twelve: Of Time Lords and Daleks
The Doctor leaned against the wall waiting. Oh how he wished he had a bag of jelly babies or even a banana. Waiting for a Dalek to make up its mind was tedious to say the least. He heard a bit of a whirring sound and he raised an eyebrow and turned his attention to Dalek Caan.
THE DALEKS MUST SURVIVE. I WILL HELP THE ENEMY OF THE DALEKS. BUT DO NOT MISTAKE YOURSELF DOC-TOR, WHEN THE TIME COMES, I WILL EXTERMINATE.
"Ahh Self preservation, that's clever. That's how you manage not to self destruct. Oh yea, exterminate. Whatever just don't be too certain that I am not the one who doesn't end up doing that to you. Honestly Dalek. Have you ever thought about something other than that? What's the point? You're the only member of your race. The war's over, we both lost."
IT IS NOT OVER, TIME LORD. IT WILL NOT BE OVER TILL YOU ARE EXTERMINATED.
The Doctor then said, "And then what? Take over the galaxy. You're an army of one. You can't get far being one."
YOU DO…
"Hmm I guess I do. But really what's the point anymore? Skaro is gone. Gallifrey is gone. The Emperor is gone. Daleks Sec, Jast, and Thay are gone. There are no more Daleks and there are no more Time Lords. The war is over, Caan. If you can't see that, then you really are so bloody thick."
The Doctor went over to Caan. Caan tried to move back but couldn't move due to his chains. STAY BACK….
He laughed, "I have an idea, Dalek Caan. A plan to get out of here, but I need a little help… I need a piece of your Dalek tech."
AND WHAT IS THAT DOC-TOR?
"Your voice. Your vocalizer, I need it."
THE DOC-TOR CAN NOT HAVE IT.
"Then I guess we sit in here and rot. Well you can sit in here and rot. I'll think of something else."
WHY DOES THE DOC-TOR NEED MY VOCALIZER?
He laughed, "Because in my cell I am able to hear the voice of the announcer announcing who is what. Which means there are speakers in the cells and…." The Doctor grinned, "What happens when you put a microphone against a speaker? You get feedback. Course it would really help if I had my sonic screwdriver, but...I'll just have to do this the hard way. So….open up."
The Doctor watched as Caan slowly opened his shell and the Doctor looked at his adversary. It would be so tempting to reach inside of the shell and pull out Caan and stomp on him to death. His eyes gleamed with a particular wicked gleam. What was he doing? He should kill this Dalek and…
His shoulders suddenly slumped. He couldn't do it. He ought to, but he couldn't. He made a promise to this filthy lump of hate that he would help it. Damn it all. He kicked Dalek Caan's shell.
YOU ARE WEAK, DOC-TOR YOU SHOULD EXTERMINATE ….
"SHUT UP…. Do you want me to act on that or not?"
The Doctor carefully began to uncoil Dalek Caan's speaker from his unit. His fingers got nibbled away from wiring and electricity, but he eventually managed to get it uncoiled.
"Now to find that other speaker," He looked around carefully and he grinned as he saw it on a wall. He began to work on slowly undoing the speaker and its wiring, "Damn it. I wish I had my sonic screwdriver. This would make things so much easier." He then looked over at Dalek Caan. Another look crossed his face; a Dalek to the Doctor was a veritable container of parts.
He grinned, "Oh Caanie do you mind if I borrow some more parts off ya?"
Of course Caan could not answer due to the Doctor undoing the Dalek's vocalizer. When Caan doesn't answer, the Doctor smiles, "So nice to have a quiet Dalek for a change."
The Doctor goes to work untangling various components, meanwhile Caan, the mutant Caan gives the Doctor a good couple of slaps with his tentacles. The Doctor flings the tentacles out of his face and comments, "I never promised you would come unscathed in this, so quit your slapping. It's not my fault Dalek, that you're a tool kit. You want to get out or not?"
The Doctor using the various components from Caan begins to work on taking the speaker apart. Although in the back of his mind, he knows that Caan might decide to exterminate him once they get out. Another factor is Lora Lai, the Menagerie keeper, she should be putting a stop to this escape attempt, why hasn't she? It's not like she can't see what's going on in this cage. What's stopping her?
Suddenly alarms blare and the Doctor gets the full brunt of the noise in his ears. He cries out in pain and he backs away from the speaker. He rubs his ears. And then he hears, "INTRUDER ALERT….INTRUDER ALERT."
He smirks, so that's what has Ms. Lai engaged at the moment. Part of him wishes he was the 'intruder' causing havoc, but soon enough, soon enough. As long as Caan doesn't decide to exterminate him as soon as they get out of the cell and someone doesn't decide to pause and take note of what he's doing. He eventually gets the speaker open and he begins to tinker some more with the wires, the tweeter and the woofer. He mutters, "Rassilon, I wish I had my Sonic Screwdriver."