"Ouch!" Clara shirked uncontrollably; being nudged into an enclosed, dark crimson Dalek prison cell with the end of the Eternal Dalek's dart gun pressed on her spine which seemed rather pointy.
Was she stabbed with something? A drug? A virus?
All these questions blasted through her head like a supernova until she decided they were all ridiculous to believe. She probably wasn't- she didn't feel any different physically or mentally.
This didn't make sense at all by the Doctor's description.
She wasn't dead.
In an instance, solid dalekanium bars went shooting at impossible to imagine speeds above the entrance of the cell.
Bravely, she walked up to have a peak outside the bars to cautiously ask one of the 2 Daleks why she was still breathing, "Wait a minute, Dalek. Why am I not dead yet? You're meant to exterminate me or something?"
Facing towards the route to the control room, the 2 Daleks jolted their metal casing eye stalks into the eyes of the prisoner with eerie, stone cold, blue eyes.
"THE DOCTOR IS COMPASSIONATE. HE WON'T LEAVE WITHOUT YOU AS HE IS WEAK," the Drone replied.
'I sure hope not', Clara thought to herself; to which she questioned whether the Doctor would return- well she had known the man for a while now, but whether the Doctor was capable of leaving a companion at a certainty of death, at the hands of the Daleks, was arguable and raging like a storm in her head at the thought.
"So I'm practically bait, then," Clara stated bluntly. Surprisingly, it was rather easy confronting the Daleks in this fashion- in fact she was behind bars which would explain the higher feeling of security.
"PRECISLEY," the Eternal responded. "WE WILL GO BACK TO THE CONTROL ROOM, DRONE ALPHA 3".
"I OBEY," Dalek Drone Alpha 3 stated almost automatically.
To that end, the cold machines turned on their dreaded vibrating motor and begun their journey back to the control room.
"Wait, Daleks!" she cried with her face between 2 bars and her hands holding firmly on them.
"Oh dear I'm trapped," Clara muffled to herself in a frightened, shock manner, but with holding a fairly firm face to show her attempt to keep clam in the serious circumstance.
She was completely trapped unless…
'Yes!' she thought.
Delicately, Clara took a hand downwards into one of her trouser pockets to find a spare key for the TARDIS sitting alone and shining in glorious malleable bronze.
During a particular time in the past after one of their amazing adventures, the Doctor had lent her a TARDIS key explaining that it would begin shining vibrantly if the TARDIS where to materialize close by.
"Oh common, Doctor. Common, chin boy," she pled up at the ceiling.
And then the room fell cold, as an alien whistling sound filled the room, as if heard 100 metres away drawing in closer and closer with every brink second.
BANG!
The TARDIS engine increasingly grew long winded in sound, as it was battling a tremendous amount of force from the Doctor's stolen Magnetiser that the Daleks had managed to steal.
"Common you old girl," the Doctor begged the TARDIS, staring at its emerald aura control room pillar, with pistons achingly pushing themselves up and down.
Busily, the Doctor threw himself around the TARDIS console that was urging to be pulled in by the Daleks whereas the Doctor had other ideas and kept flicking its switches, that had tensed up due to the spacious pressure, to nudge his materialisation in a tiny radius to the TARDIS key he had given to Clara for an instance like so.
This would involve materialising around Clara, and resolving obstacle 1 in his mission.
No way was the Doctor going to let the Daleks win.
He will save Clara, or regret himself for the rest of his life at the bottom of his ever growing heavy weighted heart carrying the loss of his many close friends.
"That's it, just a little omf!" the Doctor applauded, pulling away 2 leavers of his in both hands to activate his destined co-ordinates.
BANG!
Dozens of miniature explosions erupted from within the console and the glowing spotlight walls sending electrical sparks across the whole room in one big tsunami.
This sent the unfortunate Doctor to his knees where in pain he eventually got up in a matter of 30 seconds or so to see by results on his monitor, in his ancient Gallifreyan language, to see he had just succeeded in reaching Clara in which he prepared set here materialisation co- ordinates right in front of him with a frantic type into the typewriter he had embedded onto the console.
"Righty-o, Clara," the Doctor said to himself with a grin of relief to see a familiar face fade into being right in front of him at the blink of an eye whilst the TARDIS achingly begun parking around Clara with the brakes on; providing the popular known alien, mystical landing vibration of the police box.
Oh this seemed too easy.
Part 1 out of 2 done.
"Doctor!" Clara cried breathlessly; in relief to be instantly teleported into the recognisable comfort of the TARDIS; fallings into each other's grasps for one big squeeze of a hug.
"Clara! Did the Daleks do anything to you?" the Doctor demanded worryingly with a sense of rush in his voice to which he wanted to begin materialising back in the Dalek's control room.
Feeling the area of her back that had once been lightly stabbed by the Eternal Dalek, which oddly and scarily seemed to have no wound, she decided in these circumstances to not tell the Doctor anything, and let him get on with the plan of his, "No- I feel fine. What's the problem?"
"Nothing, Clara. Well- you were followed by an Eternal Dalek. They're new to me, but something about their black and yellow appearance seemed awfully deadly- especially with their..." the Doctor froze, and peered at Clara's body in fear.
"Were you stabbed by the Dalek?" he coldly asked.
Clara's eyes flushed in fright.
She was going to have to tell the Doctor, but what if he didn't believe it?
There wasn't any wound to show as evidence was there.
Automatically she answered, "I'm fine, Doctor. They only imprisoned me".
"Can I check?" the Doctor asked awkwardly by the way he wiggled his bottom jaw about nervously.
"Doctor, you're not asking for what I think you want do you?" Clara questioned in a non- serious matter attempting to pull a smirking face that seemed to oppose the Doctor's current expression of fear.
"No, Clara. Not like that. Alright, I'll believe you- now let's go," he finished with great uncertainly in a straight face he continued pulling; as deep down he knew the Daleks must of done something to her with Clara acting obviously strange by not allowing him to check her own body out for any wounds e.g. on the arms etc.
There was no point, the Doctor thought, in trying to persuade Clara into allowing him into checking her body, in which could be misinterpreted as harassment, so he decided that he will ask the Supreme face to face if he could about what they've done to her.
With a simple tap of a button, the Doctor had engaged the TARDIS engine, and it begun to flare with electrical-like life, as it descended forth dimensionally to the location of the Magnetiser exactly, just so that it could materialise straight inside the TARDIS to begin the final task.
"Wait Doctor, where are we going? Oh were not going back to the Daleks are we?" she asked becoming more worried as she leaned over the console to gaze at the Doctor's piloting.
"Yes we are, Clara, but don't you worry. We should be materialising around my Magnetiser in the control room, so it should appear in this very room, so that I can re-wire it onto one of these panels, so that I can push these blasted ships into oblivion," he explained with doubt Clara easily spotted by his use of modal verbs, and the way he pulled a deliberate straight face whilst operating on the panels.
"Fair enough," Clara simply commented, twisting her body to the door, as a minor tremor filled the room and with the halting of the TARDIS engines with one big church tower- like, alien bell sound signalling their landing.
"Have you ever heard what Pippin says in Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers? 'The further you are to danger, the safer you are from harm'. Quite right he was," the Doctor explained in attempt to raise her hopes, know kneeling on the side of the console in his social mode.
"Doctor, I haven't even read the books- never mind the films. Why don't we see it when we get back to Earth some time?" Clara asked.
To this surprise, the Doctor stared at her flabbergasted with his mouth dropped down lost for words for a second.
"W-w-well that's a fantastic idea, Clara! I guess that's a good thing on the bright side, as we might as well travel back to 2001 to see the premiere of the 1st film then skip a year to see the next film, and so on. Yeah let's get some popcorn-" the Doctor continued muttering, facing away from the console, and the ever growing- optimistic Clara- both slightly forgetting their current death defying situation. "Better than that inter galactic shopping centre any day".
CLUNK!
All of a sudden a huge, metallic object clunked onto the TARDIS surface; beeping vibrantly with an array of multi- coloured lighting.
"Doctor, isn't that the Magnetizer thingy magigy?" Clara asked, pointing down at an object that the Doctor could have possibly tripped over if he had stepped backwards clumsily.
To this, the Doctor carefully directed his head, and kneeled down.
He looked into the direction of the object that seemed to of materialised more or less in mid-air whilst the Doctor and Clara got distracted in a Lord of the Rings discussion.
"Why- yes it is! Get in there. Now- right let's get this plugged into the console, so I can… ohhh bother damn you USB port," the Doctor said beginning to moan as if his supposed Gallifreyan childhood had kicked in.
With a bit of muscle and power radiating anger, the Doctor lifted up his Magnetizer (almost like a mini-gun in personality) onto a panel on the console.
"Oh dear, what is it now you big baby?" Clara asked in mocking form to the Doctor's pathetic posture that had become slumped with his torso and belly stocking outwards in sigh.
The Doctor very angry with himself begun holding up his hands around his head in which he was in desperate need to process his thoughts for whatever reason Clara didn't know.
"The damn Magnetizer uses a primitive (no offence) human, USB port that I bought on Earth to connect it to the console. Now I've lost the bloomin cable!" he shouted aggressively kicking the bottom of the console in annoyance.
"Alright, calm down, Doctor. Where could it possibly be?" Clara asked politely to reduce the Doctor's anger whilst lightly patting him on the back in a friendly manner.
With one sigh in a breath he began slowly, "I have no clue- unless…"
"What?" Clara answered almost right away- ready to be of any help.
"I don't have time to generate"-
"We?" she interrupted.
"Alright- We don't have time to generate a USB stick from this Metal Tree I have- that can grow almost anything… of course I'm being a bit daft today- maybe it's the jelly babies I eat for breakfast on Venladronia- meeh they don't taste the same anymore. Right time to sonic it," the Doctor insisted; flicking out his sonic screwdriver from his left hand side breast pocket skilfully, and rapidly held down one of its buttons in an attempt to connect the Magnetizer to the TARDIS' 4th Dimensional Network.
"What are you doing then? Wirelessly connecting it to the TARDIS?" Clara guessed correctly.
"Precisely, clever Clara. This will begin a neutrino emittion into the TARDIS mainframe network- Wi-Fi in other words for you humany wumany folk," he hurryingly explained, manipulating the object in order to expose the screwdrivers buzzing emerald vibrations around much of the perimeter as possible.
DING!
Several TARDIS bells rang signalled a successful connection to the magnetizer, so know the Doctor could operate it under the act of flicking switches on the TARDIS.
As well as arrival onto the Dalek control room.
To this both Clara and the Doctor peered at the TARDIS door which has now echoing high pitched voices crying "EXTERMINATE!" repetitively without any rests.
Stepping back further from the TADRIS door with a draining of goose bumps down her spine, Clara asked, "We're not going back out there are we?"
To this, both of them listened at the continuous blasts hitting the door almost as if it was nothing.
"Err- no we're not. Well we could go out if you want to risk extermination but given the situation, we have the magnetiser, and we might as well talk safely to the Supreme Dalek over the monitor," the Doctor replied in that mood as if he was trying to upset Clara on purpose through planting a bit of doubt in his speech.
Gratefully, Clara sighed with relief.
The Doctor was hiding something.
With a gutful feeling down his throat, he consciously knew the TARDIS doors could hold or protect them from most of the dangers of the Cosmos whereas these Daleks, some of the most powerful Daleks ever confronted from the trap they made for the Doctor in World War 2, could possibly destroy the door in a matter of minutes to his proximity.
Automatically, Clara crept up to the Doctor, as he held his hand around her shoulders to make her feel safer, followed by a tap on her cute, adorable nose, and with the usual, unreliable phrase, "everything is going to be fine," as he twisted and flicked some knobs and switches on the sides of the monitor, so that they could visually communicate with the Daleks.
ZAP!
After a frizzing explosion of pixels on the monitor, the 2 companions had appeared as a blue, distorted hologram in the Dalek control room, to which the appearance caught the attention of all the Daleks; Drone, Strategist, Eternal, Scientist, and Supreme alike with a frantic twist of their eye stalks.
"Hello Daleks and my dear Supremacy! Did you like my little trick on your 4 friends?" the Doctor queried comically.
Typically, the Supreme ignored this light hearted question to its nature, and responded, "YOU WILL GIVE US THE MAGNETISER OR WE WILL RETIEVE IT OURSELVES AND YOU WILL FACE EXTERMINATION!"
"Wait what do they mean by retrieving it themselves, Doctor? Is there something you're not telling me?" Clara asked desperately to ensure her own safety. "Doctor?"
With more gut that he could swallow, the Doctor stared at her beautiful set of eyes to which he mentally struggled to keep her away from the terrible truth of the TARDIS doors thanks to the Supreme Dalek had spilled the beans.
"I'm so sorry, Clara. Those doors are almost impenetrable- these sets of Daleks are powerful enough to break-in in a matter of minutes," he revealed regrettably to see Clara become more horrified.
"OK I'm scared, Doctor," Clara stated simply with a gulp, as she heard a smashing, screeching sound from the door, as a specialised Drone Dalek with a heat gun had begun heating up the rim of the TARDIS door, in order to get in.
"Hurry, Doctor!" She pleaded, grasping onto the Doctor's hand for immediate attempt to comfort.
"Right then, your Supremacy, now that the Magnetiser has returned to its rightful owner, I will see to using its power to push your ship, and all the other Dalek ships across the edge of Space simultaneously into Oblivion by the push of this handlebar," he spoke heroically with a death stare into the Supreme's eye.
"THERE AREN'T ANY OTHER SHIPS," the Supreme corrected him surprisingly.
Giving the humorous but serious in tone funny face, the Doctor turned around to Clara and back again in a flash to see her facial response, "What do you mean there aren't any other Dalek ships?! That's just plain lying through your light bulbs".
Lightly nudging the Doctor, Clara caught his attention to explain, "Well, Doctor. When we asked them about the other Dalek ships, they didn't answer, so they could have easily been lying to start with".
Amazed and shocked, the Doctor paused for a moment and let out a sign of applause in his hand gesture like a monster about to attack its prey, "Brilliant Clara. Good thing I have you here- it's only because I'm 1000 odd years old and I tend to have a bit of minor memory loss".
As usual, the Doctor was bluntly trying to prove himself high status in intelligence compared to his human friend, whilst kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"I don't think so," Clara softly said cheekily.
Insulted in a comical fashion, the Doctor wriggled his chin with a straightening of his bow tie, where furthermore he rubbed his hands together, and responded over the monitor, "This is it Daleks! Say goodbye to the universe!"
His tone had scarily darkened with every word to which Clara shivered, and wondered who the real Dalek was.
Whether it was right to kill the Daleks, as that could make you a Dalek yourself metaphorically speaking, or whether it was right to let them go, but then see to the universe flooding with pain and suffering.
Sadly for Clara, this wasn't her moment to discuss ethics with this man who she could easily anger in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"WE HAVE WON, DOCTOR! WE DON'T MEAN TO INVADE THE UNIVERSE BUT TO-"
"NO!" shouted the Doctor aggressively, as he pushed his heavy handlebar on the console away from him to activate the Magnetizer settings.
"Doctor, wait!" Clara pleaded in a quick and failed attempt to grasp the Doctor's hand and pull it away from the console.
To this the monitor fizzed up in an array of black and white, as faint screeches from the Dalek ship faded into infinity, sending a large shock wave through the console room, making Clara jump wildly onto the iron handlebars on the side.
Lying sideways on the console in agony, the Doctor struggled to remain standing, as he shouted to Clara, "Are you alright, Clara?!"
"EEkk! Yes?" she replied awkwardly both feeling like she was on a rollercoaster ride at Thorpe Park, and relieved that the Daleks gone were the end of the pair's problems.
"Ha-ha! We have pushed the Daleks into oblivion sending an opposite reaction in the exterior of the TARDIS; sending us back into the suburbs of space!" he congratulated (rather himself) loudly over the racket rumbling through the room, to which it suddenly died down in an instant, and left the 2 companions steadily getting up on their 2 feet.
In a serious, strong step to the Doctor, Clara asked, "Why didn't you listen to them? I mean they were going to tell us something very important".
The Doctor turned to Clara, and without giving too much away from his view he cleared his throat in guilt.
"Oh I see know- you knew what they were about to tell us," she continued perceptively. "Common, Doctor. You can tell me the truth even if it hurts".
Leaning on the edge of the console, the Doctor drew nearer to Clara's face and replied, "Alright, Clara. I'll tell you."
He had a pause and stared at the ground with what Clara expected to see a tear arrive from his eyes in the worried state he was I.
"It was as I feared, the Daleks have injected you pain- free of several microscopic Dalek microbots," the Doctor explained, now putting his right hand around Clara's back for comfort of this terrible truth he knew might lead to.
"What?" Clara spoke low in pitch with widening eyes to this concept. "So this is how the Daleks meant by stealth against the universe?"
The Doctor nodded, "Precisely, they meant for you to come back to the TARDIS, and take the microbots into the universe. They are used to convert living or dead matter into a Dalek".
"Please tell me what's going to happen, even though I look fine. Please!" Clara pleaded anxiously, staring at her arms to spot any deadly difference to which there was none.
Flicking a minor selection of buttons, the Doctor had made the TARDIS hum vibrantly indicating the Doctor had given the TARDIS some co-ordinates to travel them to, "We are going to find a cure for you Clara, so don't you worry. I have the best place in mind."
Casually, the Doctor glanced in the reflection of the console pillar and noticed Clara's reflection with her eyes glowing bright blue for a fraction of a second which immediately sent a chill down the Doctor's spine when he looked back at a startled Clara and saw no glow in her eyes.
It had begun.
THE END