"Who's Scott?"

Upon hearing the Doctor's voice calling out from the console, Evy's head immediately snapped up. She noticed his tweed jacket was off, revealing his suspenders, which clung tightly on to his… physique. God, not now, Evy!

He was leaning on the console with his arms crossed. She turned to him, confused.

"I'm sorry?"

He put his hands down to his side and started walking towards Evy. She put her book down and sat upright.

"Scott. Amy mentioned him the first time she went in the TARDIS. Who he?" he asked once more.

"Ah, Scott," she said with a small smile, "Well, he's a… um… friend from back home."

"A friend?"

"Yeah, met him at work. Well, he's my partner. At work."

The Doctor chuckled slightly. "Evy? Evelyn Pond? With a partner? You really have changed."

She turned to him, offended as she slapped his arm playfully. "Oi, rude! I don't have partners. Well, not in the way that you're thinking. I have friends. Close friends."

"So is he one of them, then? One of your 'close friends'?"

"More than just a close friend, I think. He… helped me get through the years. Helped me get a job, a house, a life. I'd say we're very close."

The Doctor put his hands on the arms of her chair, trapping her and leaned down till their faces were inches apart. Evy felt her face heat up and turn a nice red the longer he looked at her; a churning in her stomach as his green eyes scanned her over and a slow smirk began to form on his face.

"Is this your way of telling me you have a boyfriend?"

She swallowed thickly at the husky tone in his voice. If she wasn't as red as a cherry before, she definitely was now. She gaped him, at loss for words.

It wasn't until a loud ringing of a phone coming from the console that made the Doctor turn his attention away from Evy, allowing her to make her escape. Seeing this, she immediately stood up and ducked under his arm.

"Shouldn't let your guard down," she smirked.

"What's that?" a voice – Amy's, they guessed – came from the stairway above the console.

"Is that a phone?" Amy asked from above and the Doctor scoffed.

"'Course it's a phone. It is a phone box."

Amy skipped her way to the console with a childish curiosity. "People phone you?"

"Of course," Evy answered before he could speak. "He just doesn't answer."

The Doctor frowned, grumbling complaints as Evy walked up to the console, leaning against it and picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

A warbled murmur came from the other end of the call as the Doctor raised his brows. "Well? Who is it?"

She turned to him, putting the phone against her chest. "It's the Prime Minister."

Amy's eyes widened and she turned to the Doctor in awe. "First the Queen, now the Prime Minister. Get about, don't you?" she asked him teasingly, earning a groan from him.

"Which one?" he asked Evy before adding, "Could you turn on the accelerators? Ta."

Evy pulled the said lever before putting the phone back up to her ear and asking a question. More murmuring came from the other end and she gave a loud sigh.

"Oh, I know that," she said exasperated, "But which British one?"

She slowly began to nod and took the phone away from her ear, handing it to the Doctor with a smile.

"Winston Churchill. It's for you."

Amy's jaw dropped. "Now way, the Winston Churchill?!"

But the Doctor ignored her and began speak into the phone. "Oh! Hello dear, what's up?"

There were inaudible sounds – well, inaudible to Evy and Amy, at least - from the other end and the Doctor nodded, grinning.

"Don't worry about a thing, Prime Minister. We're on our way."

~x~

Evy stepped out and immediately drew out her pistol from her jacket with a gasp. She was staring down the barrel of a gun. The Doctor appeared at her side in an instant, stepping between both armed parties.

"Woah, woah. No shooting please. Very much in no need of getting shot," he warned, motioning them put down their guns. Seeing her disadvantage, Evy withdrew hers flung up her hands in surrender.

An man with a cigar in his mouth stepped through the line of soldiers. Upon seeing the Doctor, his eyes widened.

"Doctor," he said, removing the tobacco from his mouth. "Is it you?"

The Doctor smiled and motioned for the red-head to come outside. "Amy, Evy… Winston Churchill," he told them with a flourish, gesturing to the man before them.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mister Churchill," Evy said politely.

The said man smiled at her before holding out his hand to the Doctor who laughed and shook his head.

"Every time."

The Pond sisters raised their brows, confused. "What?" Amy spoke up as the Doctor responded, not taking his eyes off Winston.

"He's after the TARDIS key."

"But think of what I could achieve with your remarkable machine, Doctor," Winston said, trying to plead his case. "Think of the lives that could be saved."

"Doesn't quite work like that," Evy mumbled, still standing with her hands up in unnecessary surrender.

"Must I take it by force?"

The Doctor smirked, "I'd like to see you try."

There was a darkness in his green eyes that she hadn't seen before. Well, at least not in this regeneration. The two men eyed each others' movements, as if waiting for the other to pull out a revolver like in those old Westen cowboy movies.

Although, Winston finally gave in, grumbling 'at ease' to his men, who put down their weapons. Amy and Evy put their arms down as well, and quickly followed the Doctor as Churchill lead them down a long hallway.

"So you've changed your face again?" he asked, lighting another tobacco.

"Yeah, well. Had a bit of work done."

Amy squealed in excitement, looking all around. "Got it, got it, got it! Cabinet War room, right?"

"Yep," Evy replied, popping the 'p'. "Top secret offices right under London."

The Doctor turned to them, grinning.

"Well done, Ponds! We are in the historic underground complex that housed a British government command centre throughout the Second World War and currently one of the five branches of the Imperial War Museum," he told them, doing a little spin.

"You're late. Again!" Churchill informed them, pausing briefly to sign some document on a clipboard a girl handed him.

"Late?" the Doctor cried in indignation. "I'm never late!" Evy exchanged a glance with Amy, who snorted, rolling her eyes.

"I rang you a month ago."

"A month? Sorry, sorry, it's a type 40 TARDIS, I'm just…running her in," he said sheepishly.

"No, you're just never on time," Evy argued, putting her hands on her hips.

"Something the matter?" Winston asked the girl who'd handed him the clipboard. "You seem a little down in the dumps."

She shrugged. "No sir. Fine, sir."

"Right. Back to work, then," he said, looking unconvinced.

"Yes, sir," she said before scurrying off.

Evy had been watching her as she walked off, trying to guess what had happened to upset her. But, she heard someone call her name and she lost her train of thought.

"Come on. Going upstairs," the Doctor said, tugging on her sleeve to lead her away, following Churchill.

They stood in the lift, choking on the smoke from Winston's cigar, in a loud silence before anyone spoke.

"We stand at a crossroads, Doctor. Quite alone, with our backs to the wall. Invasion is expected daily. So I will grasp with both hands anything that will give us an advantage over an enemy attack."

"Such as?" the Doctor asked calmly, albeit a bit suspiciously.

Churchill didn't answer, only slid open the grate and stepped out, muttering 'follow me' to the group – Amy, Evy, and the Doctor – behind him.

They followed him out onto what looked to be the roof of the building. Armed soldiers stood everywhere, watching the skyline for enemy planes.

"Blimey," Evy said quietly, looking around her. "This is..."

"History..." The Doctor said, completing her sentence as he slipped his hand into hers.

She'd heard about the Blitz in school – everyone had. But to see people actually in the middle of it, standing around prepared for attack….there were blimps. All around them, in the sky. The world below seemed brown and dull. The sky was grey.

"Doctor!" Winston shouted over the noise of the wind, "This is Professor Edwin Bankwell, head of our newest project."

"How d'you do?" he called in greeting before turning his attention back to scouring the skyline through a rather large set of binoculars.

"It's like we're standing right in the middle of history," Amy managed to breathe out, looking a bit lost.

She was standing with her hands over her mouth, trying to take it all in, when there was a violent boom and the world seemed to flash yellow and red for a moment. A bomb.

"Open fire!" Churchill hollered, and the soldiers did just that, impossibly futuristic energy beams shooting up into the sky, hitting every single one of the enemy planes above them.

The Doctor's brow was furrowed as he held Evy's hand tightly. Something was wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong.

"That wasn't human. It almost sounded like…"

He looked at Evy with fear in his eyes and she had to hold back another shudder.

"But….it couldn't have been," she said, still holding tightly to his hand, waiting for confirmation to what she'd said.

But there was none.

"Show me!" the Doctor demanded, dropping Evy's hand to climb up a ladder to the level that the shots came from.

"Show me!" When he reached the top, he froze and his blood ran cold.

"Our new secret weapon!" Churchill proclaimed in a bragging tone. "What d'you think? Quite something, eh?"

But the Doctor didn't reply. He stepped over to the creature and glared at it right in its' eye.

"What are you doing here?"

"I AM YOUR SOL-DIER."

"What?"

"I AM YOUR SOL-DIER," it repeated, but that only aggravated the Doctor.

"Stop it! Stop now. You know who I am," he said in a low tone, anger apparent in every one of his features.

"I-DEN-TI-TY UN-KNOWN."

He turned around, expression dark as his lip curled in disgust, unable to look at the creature that had ruined his life. Lives.

"Hold on now, let me clarify some things," Professor Bankwell said, coming over to them. "This is one of my ironsides."

The Doctor swung around at once. "Your what?"

"You will help the Allies in any way you can," Professor Bankwell said, addressing the creature, "until the Germans have been utterly defeated."

"YES."

"And what is your-" he started to say but he was cut off by the sound of a gun cocking.

He spun around to find Evy, pointing a Colt M1911 pistol with shaking hands. Her breaths were ragged, and she glared heatedly at the sight of the deadliest enemies in the universe standing right before them.

They were known as the Daleks.

~~~~CHAPTER 1 END~~~~