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He clapped his hands again to get their attention. It took a moment, but every person on the TARDIS was soon looking at him expectantly. He cleared his throat. "Hello everyone. I'm the Doctor and this-" he said, spinning about and gesturing to the machine they were all standing in- "is my... ship. I'm glad you're all safe, but I have a friend... who isn't." He paused, looking at the unchanging faces around him. Every person, including the smallest child, was silent. "They've kidnapped her and plan on... doing evil, mad things to her brain. I need to rescue her as soon as possible. But to do so, I need some help."

There was a subtle shift in the room. The women were frowning, but the men just nodded, as if this was the way to repay him for saving their lives. The Doctor continued. "I can't promise you'll all come out alive and I'm not having any women or children in there, so don't think about it." He raised a finger and pointed around the room at various mothers with their children.

"My friend..." he paused, then swallowed. "My best friend is in there and she's in danger. I do need help, but if you'll help me... I've got a plan."

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"What's going on?"

Madame Kovarian frowned, turning to the machines that were quickly shutting down. They weren't receiving any power and promptly shut themselves off. The 51st century woman made a noise almost like a growl, then started for the door. Donna Noble had been carrying on the entire time, but she had the foresight to gag the woman before she gave everyone a headache. Trying to pry information from the human about the Doctor had been futile; she refused to listen to a word anyone said.

The door opened before she could get there and she froze on the spot. A small group of heavily arms guards stood outside the door, standing around a single man, who stepped into the dim light of the room. "Sir!" she said, giving the man a salute. She hated playing the underling, but she needed this man's cooperation and he needed her power.

Adolf Hitler gave her an almost imperceptible nod as his soldiers filed into the room, then spoke. "Is it ready?"

"Well, Mein Fuhrer..."

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"Understand?" The Doctor looked at the eleven men who all nodded at the same time, locking the information he had just given them into their minds. He smiled.

He had retrieved the guns abandoned by the guards and handed them out to the most capable looking men. The guns were, of course, unusable, but no one else knew that. The rest of the people were to stay on the TARDIS and not move until they returned. The Doctor had given them a very short piloting lesson, instructing them on which lever to push should he not return. It would take them to England, a place for them to start again. Several of them had made protests about leaving their native country, but he would have none of it. If he was dead, that would be the safest place for them.

"Hold on tight!" The Doctor reached across the console to pull a lever. The TARDIS whirred and disappeared into the vortex. The stabilisers were almost required in this case, since there were so many people and even more opportunities for them to get injured. He set the coordinates for the same spot he had materialised in earlier; enough time had passed that there wouldn't be a problem with the universe imploding.

Upon landing, the Doctor checked his pocket for the anaesthesia he was going to give Donna. She couldn't see the TARDIS under any circumstances, but he still had to use it to get her home. The most logical way was to knock her out, but he didn't want to have to do it in a violent way that would hurt her. He could only imagine the protests she'd give him.

He motioned for the twelve men to follow him out of the TARDIS. The time machine had lovingly procured them all Nazi disguises and while the Doctor did not like the men in the least, he could say that their hats weren't too shabby. Each man was dressed identically as a guard with one of the broken guns in their hands. They looked somewhat like a group of soldiers; the Doctor only hoped that they could fool the real ones.

They quickly filed out of the room that the TARDIS was hidden in. One of the men noticed the Doctor holding his gun upside down and quickly corrected him; the Time Lord gave him a thumbs up in thanks. They swiftly marched down the hall, if it could even be called marching. The Doctor walked at the lead, far too calmly to be a soldier. As they approached the room that he was sure Donna was being kept in, the exterior guards called them to a halt. "What are you all doing here?"

"A soldier reported that he might have seen the Doctor. We were asked to come reinforce and protect Madame Kovarian," one of the men said before the Doctor himself could even formulate a response. The Time Lord frowned in disappointment as the other guards sent each other dubious looks. After a moment, they allowed the twelve disguised men inside the room. As they marched in, the Doctor saw Donna, Madame Kovarian, and a man who could have only been the head honcho himself. Hitler's here?

The eleven men were caught off guard by the Fuhrer's presence. The Doctor hadn't said anything about him being there. They all suddenly wished that their guns really did work. As smoothly as they all could manage, they saluted him and then Madame Kovarian. "Sir, Ma'am, a soldier reported seeing the Doctor, but we have no confirmation as of yet. We were sent as extra protection for you and the prisoner."

Said prisoner looked up from her place on the bed and rolled her eyes.

Madame Kovarian frowned, then turned to the machine at her right. "Very well men, take up your positions."

The men stood for a moment, before the Doctor hissed under his breath. "Stand around the perimeter of the room. I'm by the ginger." The men quickly did as he told them, spreading out around the perimeter of the room and standing at the attention position that they had seen so many of the soldiers performing.

Madame Kovarian seemed thoroughly distracted by the fact that the Fuhrer was there. It seemed that she hadn't been expecting him either. What's more, he seemed to be angry with her. "If we cannot get the machines up and running-"

"I realise that, Sir. They must be repaired, that is all. I have someone on the way."

The man did not seem placated, but nodded all the same. "Send for me when the procedure is set to begin again." He turned to leave, which required all soldiers to salute him as he did so. The twelve disguised men, plus the original two, turned to salute the Fuhrer. The instant that the man left the room, the Doctor dropped to the floor behind the metal bed, hoping that he had avoided the eyes of the two true guards. No alarm was sounded, so after a full minute of breathing as quietly as possible, he crept along the floor toward the machine at Donna's left.

It was a large bulk of a device, but the point was to make it permanently inoperable. It, along with the machine across the room, was off at the moment, a good sign that the outside soldiers hadn't regained their bearings and retrieved more people yet. The sonic would make too much noise, so he resorted to good old fashioned destruction. He began pulling off dials and levers, stripping wires and even biting through one or two of the more stubborn ones. It took him a moment to realise that this particular machine was meant to house the information that they were to take from Donna. He had hoped that it would be the machine used to extract the memories, but no matter. Just destroying this alone would give them no place to keep the information.

Several minutes passed with Madame Kovarian pacing in irritation around the opposite side of the room. She had actually sent her 'mechanic', as it were, to check on the furnaces, but he had yet to report back. She was becoming more restless by the minute. Donna had taken to glaring at her angrily.

The Doctor continued to slowly destroy the machine. He wished he could use the sonic; it would be infinitely faster, but he trudged on instead. Besides, the device had an interesting new feature he had to try out. He often spent time tinkering with the screwdriver, adding more features than he took away. After the incident with the Pandorica, well, this particular feature was not to be skipped.

The men standing around the perimeter of the room were becoming restless. The Doctor had warned them about attacking the guards or Madame Kovarian herself. The guards had working guns and who knew what Madame Kovarian had at her disposal? There was a blaster sitting on her hip, but she could have other things hidden almost anywhere. The future practically turned the act of killing into an art form and he didn't want anything to happen to any of these men.

Suddenly, there echoed an announcement over the internal communication system. A nervous male voice said, "The Doctor has been spotted. Repeat. The Doctor has been spotted. All battalions to their assigned positions. Repeat. The Doctor has been spotted..."

I suppose that's my cue. He pulled the sonic screwdriver from his pocket and changed the setting. He held the green end to his mouth and heard his words echo in the concrete room, a sound at least as loud as the system he had used not all that long ago. He pumped as much venom and anger as he could into his words, letting her feel his unbridled rage at her actions, that she would dare kidnap his best friend. "Oh, Madame Kovarian. Fooling you once was a joy. Fooling you twice the same way... Now that's a privilege."

The woman spun in confusion, the booming voice coming from every direction. The Doctor carefully changed the setting to pop open Donna's shackles, then quickly turned the screwdriver on the light in the ceiling. It popped and darkness enveloped the room. Donna screamed behind the gag.

The eleven ex-prisoners sprung into action. Beneath their hats sat goggles that would allow them to see in the dark. The four nearest the door grabbed the guards, using their guns as blunt weapons to promptly knock them out. The four on the opposite side of the room split in half, two of them rushing to apprehend Madame Kovarian while the other two made for the machine to her right, pulling it apart much faster than the Doctor had the other. The three men on the Doctor's side of the room split as well. One of the men watched the Doctor drug the ginger woman into sleep, then pulled off her gag and helped the Time Lord carry her. The other two men joined the first four as the soldiers from outside the room came bursting through the door, shining an uncomfortable amount of light on the activity inside. Those soldiers were quickly dispatched. The two men who had captured Madame Kovarian roughly shoved her over to the bed that Donna had been laying on. After much struggling on her part, they finally had her strapped to the bed in Donna's place.

"Doctor," she hissed angrily. "You-"

"How did you know about Donna's mind?" he asked through clenched teeth, still carrying the ginger woman. More soldiers would be here very soon, but he had to figure this out. "How did you know?" No one knew but Donna's family, the friends that had been on Davros' ship, and himself.

"You didn't think the legend of Donna Noble would survive?" she asked, seemingly surprised at his oversight. "The woman who saved twenty seven planets? You're overconfident, Doctor. You travelled to those planets, didn't you? You told them what she'd done, what she'd lost. Too many people knew of her sacrifice. None were brave enough to chance getting those memories for themselves. They were all too afraid of you. All of them except me."

"And that was your mistake," he replied sharply. He looked to the man at his right. "Let's go."

The man nodded and they carried Donna out of the room. The Doctor knew Madame Kovarian's story didn't make much sense. He had travelled to those planets, but he never told anyone about his own mind being copied into Donna's head. That was information that too many would kill to get their hands on. There was definitely something else going on here, but he couldn't figuring it out at the moment, nor did he have the time to.

The men quickly escorted the Doctor and Donna to the TARDIS, just before dozens and dozens of soldiers appeared in the halls, yelling and arming their guns. The ten men shuffled into the time machine as fast as they could, to the cheers and yells of the remaining ex-prisoners. The Doctor and the man who was so graciously helping him carried Donna up the stairs and carefully handed her off to a couple who had been instructed on the location of the ginger woman's old room. She would be able to sleep in peace there for several hours, giving the lot of them plenty of time to finish one final project.

The Doctor grinned and set the TARDIS off into the vortex.

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Setting the Nazi compound on high alert would pull soldiers away from their normal stations and set them in strategic places, such as the Fuhrer's side, to protect him. The TARDIS landed silently and the Doctor ran down the stairs to peek out the blue double doors.

Just as he suspected, the now inactive time window machines had been abandoned in favor of protecting the Fuhrer and higher officers. The Doctor looked up to see the first light he had exploded as an escape plan. Never underestimate electricity! Benjamin Franklin never did listen to me...

The open TARDIS doors flooded the room with plenty of light and he turned the sonic screwdriver on the machines. He pulled off the metal covers and gazed down into the multitude of wires and cords. There was no electricity running through any of it, he was pleased to see. He threw the metal to the floor, then ran back into the TARDIS. "Ready?"

"Ready!" Every child, which ended up at count being about twenty or so, stood quivering with anticipation at their own chance to help stop the evil men who were killing their people.

"Have at it!" The Doctor stood away from the door, watching them run outside and tear into the wires with wild abandon. He could remember very well the kind of messes and destruction that small children could wreak. Keeping them cooped up in the TARDIS with that kind of energy wasn't a good idea; better to give them pride and fun at the same time.

After several minutes of chatting with their thankful parents, he walked outside to assess the damage. He raised an eyebrow; they had really done a number on this place. Bits and parts were strewn everywhere and several of the children had climbed inside the console, crushing as many things as they could find while pretending that the metal object was a huge ship on the ocean. He grinned. "Alright, alright, time to go!" Several of them groaned, but they climbed out and ran back into the TARDIS. Once every child was back inside, the Doctor rummaged around inside the bits and bobs for the engine that would convert the energy from the furnaces into usable energy to bust open a time window, more or less the way that the Nazis could travel through time. He found it after a few minutes, but it was already smashed to his satisfaction.

He promptly waltzed back into the TARDIS with a smile. "Alright then, let's go!"

The Doctor was halfway up the stairs when several people voiced their protests once more about living in England. They argued that they had no place to live, no money, and most importantly, no way to speak their language. After several minutes of debate and references to their heritage, the Doctor finally relented. He couldn't very well ask Jack to help a group this size and they would know how to live in their own country at the very least. He set the TARDIS to western Germany and touched down near the French border.

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Every person thanked him profusely for saving their lives and hugged him before leaving the TARDIS. He watched them go with a heavy heart, despite the fact that every pair of arms was full of food from the TARDIS's kitchen. Staying in Germany almost guaranteed that they would be captured again and he wouldn't be there to save them. The children wrapped themselves around his legs and he grinned, ruffling their hair. They thanked him for letting them help and promised that they would help their parents as much as they could. He waved goodbye at the group as they walked over the damp dirt and grass of Germany, off to their hopefully bright futures.

As the last person left, the TARDIS shut her doors, eager to get moving again. The Doctor had a ginger to return home.