Part the Thirteenth – Army of Ghosts
She wishes they'd stayed at home. Oh, what she wouldn't give for the familiar walls of the TARDIS. She and the Doctor, they still have things to sort out, things to work though, but she'll be damned if she's going to let a few measly Daleks get in the way of the best thing that's ever happened to her.
Okay, she thinks as they advance, their cries of EXTERMINATE not exactly music to her ears, maybe 'measly' isn't the best word to use to describe them. But they've been through too much over the years, she and her Doctor, and Daleks are the least of it. She's fought them before, and she'll do so again.
It's slightly unnerving, being face-to-stalk with these... things. She doesn't really remember the last time, even with the Doctor's reminders. It's all a bit... gold, like a dream.
But she remembers courage is important in defeating them. Courage and faith and the knowledge that you're better than them, and you can win. So, no, she's not going to be fried to a crisp today. She's not going to be electrocuted, murdered, or stolen away when things have just taken a turn for the better. And Daleks, she thinks, they're a bit like... really big bullies. She's seen them from the inside out, destroyed them all, and their emperor.
Is she cowering out of fear of the unknown, or fear of the known?
Whatever it is, enough is enough – guns won't stop them, she knows that, she's seen it too often to fall for that. She summons an image of Jack to her mind, brave, foolish Jack, who gave his life to this task nearly a year ago, and Rose thinks, he won't die in vain. She thinks of the Doctor, wherever he is, and his courage, his faith: he would never stand for this.
And the least she can do is buy everyone time.
So she steps forward, conjuring the Doctor to her mind, and she roars at the Daleks, real anger – his – coursing through her blood. And she knows they're afraid: they know the Doctor, and they see him in her.
Please, she prays. Buy us time.