A/N: Oh, sorry, guess it isn't Thursday. Well forgive me anyway. I hope this chapter is easy to follow. It switches to Mel's point of view, and I'm pretty sure you can pick up where. To be honest, I had no idea this was going to happen until it did. I promise I did not have this cliffhanger in mind. Should make for a great read I hope. Hope you enjoy, and I will try to update on time next week. But again: no promises. Disclaimer: I do not own this show or its characters.

Chapter 9

"So… What did you want to talk about?" Rory asked after a long period of silence.

"Do you love me?" I replied. A part of me knew the answer, but another part of me disagreed.

"Uh…" Rory's ears turned pink.

"Rory."

"Yes-yes, I love you." I nodded slowly. I picked up my gun and put the strap over a shoulder.

"Here." I picked up his gun and held it out to him, "Try not to hurt yourself."

"Uh… Thanks?" I knew he was confused, and I brushed it aside. There were things to do. Making sure the bullets were still in my pocket, I walked past Rory to the door. I stopped out in the hallway.

"Where's Mel?!"

"Oi, ease up will ya? If I wanted your whisk thing sticking into my spine I would have told you!" I sniped. Rory picked an excellent time to grow some balls. I was glad they were finally having their heart-to-heart, but I wondered when this Dalek and I would have ours. And by heart-to-heart, I mean my boot smashing its face in so hard it would want to exterminate itself.

"The human will do as she is told." The grating of the alien's voice released me from my reverie. Given my position in our relationship, whisk thing and gun vs. spine, I thought it wise to remain quiet. After a time of the Dalek pushing me down hallway upon hallway, we finally arrived at a door. I felt the metal dig into my back and I pushed the door open. Inside there was a hangar with several hundred Daleks, easily.

"You may proceed." The Dalek commanded. I walked forward into the hangar. A group of the aliens parted so I could pass. Well, I thought, I guess what you don't have in hands you make up for in etiquette.

"Melody Pond." I stopped and the Dalek behind me retracted its whisk. No one knew that name. No one was supposed to know that name. It took me a while, but I finally recognized the voice.

"Doctor?" I looked forward where the Doctor was standing by a Dalek. He didn't look like a prisoner.

"How do you know that name?" I yelled at him. "Do-do they know?"

"Relax, Melody. Your parents are as clueless as these Daleks. And trust me, that is as clueless as it gets.

"Really? Because from where I'm standing, they've taken over this hospital, captured the two of us, and are about to take over the world. Not exactly the signs of incompetence."

"Please. They didn't capture me. I own them. And you they had help with."

"What do you mean, 'they had help'?"

"Well, from me of course."

"But why-"I was cut short as the Doctor began to change. I blinked and turned away. When I looked back, the Doctor was no longer standing beside the Dalek.

"Who are you?"

"Harold Saxon for most humans, but you-you can call me the Master." He grinned.