"They're Daleks!"
The Doctor practically slammed his fist against the table, causing Amy to jump. Churchill and Professor Bracewell showed them all their diagrams and blueprints. All of them clearly showing evidence of but one thing. Evidence of the Daleks.
Churchill furrowed his brows and shook his head. "They are Bracewell's Ironsides, Doctor! Look! Blueprints, statistics, field-tests! He invented them!"
He showed them papers, photographs, top secret files, everything and anything that would convince him. But the Doctor was anything but convinced.
"Invented them?" he scoffed, "Oh, no, no, no!"
"Yes! He approached one of our brass hats a few months ago. Fella's a genius!"
The two men had another heated stare-off, gaining the attention of a certain Evy. She jumped in and stood between the Doctor and Churchill, shutting them up for now. Quite like a mother, Amy thought.
"That's enough," she said in a calm, but persistent tone. "Both of you, listen."
Like two boys being scolded by their mother, the Time Lord and the Prime Minister stood back, allowing her to speak.
"Okay, good. With respect, Mister Churchill, he didn't invent them. They're alien."
"Alien?"
As if on cue, a Dalek glided it's way through the hallway near the open doorway. Somehow sensing it's presence, the Doctor's expression darkened as he looked over his shoulder. Evy froze were she stood, fidgeting before once more turning to Churchill.
"They are very and dangerously hostile, Prime Minister!" she finally snapped.
"Precisely, they will win me the war!" Churchill nodded as he turned over one of the blueprints to reveal a propaganda poster that read, 'To Victory!' with a Dalek right in the center before heading out of the room.
"Why won't you just listen?!" the Doctor cried, frustrated as he followed them. "Why call me if you won't even listen to me?"
"When I rang you a month ago, I must admit, I had my doubts. The Ironsides seemed to good to be true."
"Yes! Right! So destroy them!" he swallowed thickly, "Exterminate them."
Still, Churchill kept his hopes high. "But imagine what I could do with a hundred! A thousand!"
"I don't need to," Evy growled, watching cautiously as another Dalek passed by. "I've seen it and believe me, you wouldn't want any of them once you've seen who they truly are."
"And that is?"
Evy opened her mouth to speak, but the Doctor gave her a warning glare. Grumbling complaints, she crossed her arms and turned to Amy, who still had no clue to whatever was going on.
"Amy… Tell him."
Amy's head immediately turned to her, but she frowned. "Tell him what?"
"About the Daleks!" the Doctor scoffed.
"What would I know about the Daleks?"
"Everything! They invaded your world, remember? Planets in the sky! You don't just forget that."
"Amy…" Evy eyed her with suspicion. "Tell me you remember the Daleks."
She shook her head. "Nope, sorry."
"But… that's not possible," the Doctor frowned as they entered the Map room, men and women speaking into radios, manning devices and moving figures over a map. So this is what it feels like, Amy wondered, To be at war.
Evy spotted yet another Dalek down a hall as they entered a room. That makes three so far.
"They're up to something," she determined as they stood in the back, by the wall, eyeing the Dalek as it entered. "But… what is it?"
Evy began to deduct. What are they after? There were too many probabilities, possibilities of what the Daleks could want. But then again… we would need more data before a solid theory could be established…
"Well, let's just ask, shall we?" Amy suggested, walking over to one of the Daleks.
"Amelia!" Evy warned, but Amy paid her no attention.
Amy tapped the Dalek on it's head and it swiveled to look at her. "CAN I BE OF A-SSIS-TANCE?"
"Oh," she smiled, "Yes. Yes! See, my sister and my friend reckon you're dangerous. That you're an alien. Is true?"
Evy mentally face-palmed herself. Yeah, good job, Amy. Ask the enemy if their bad. Perfect plan.
"I AM YOUR SOL-DIER"
"Yeah, got that bit. Love a squaddie. What else, though?"
The Dalek paused for a moment, formulating an answer as the Doctor and Evy waited anxiously. But instead of answering Amy's question, it said,
"PLEASE EX-CUSE ME. I HAVE DU-TIES TO PER-FORM."
The Doctor groaned as he shook his head, going back over to Churchill only to rudely snatch the cigar out of the man's mouth.
"Winston! Winston, please."
"We are waging total war, Doctor!" Churchill retorted, "Day after day, the Luftwaffe pound this great city like an iron fist."
"Wait 'till the Daleks get started," Evy scoffed.
"Men, women, and children slaughtered. Families torn apart. Wren's churches in flames."
"Try the Earth in flames!"
"I weep for my country, I weep for my empire. It is breaking my heart."
"But you're resisting, Winston!" the Doctor tried, "The whole world knows you're resisting! You are a beacon of hope."
Churchill didn't even look at him as he signed more papers. "But for how long? Millions of innocent lives will be saved if I used these Ironsides now!"
Another Dalek glided its' way across the room and beside the Time Lords, causing them to jerk back. "CAN I BE OF A-SSIS-TANCE?"
"Shut it!" the Doctor snapped.
"Listen to us," Evy turned to Churchill, "Just listen! The Daleks have no conscience, no mercy, no pity. You cannot trust them!"
"If Hitler invaded hell, I would give a favorable reference to the Devil!" Churchill cried, "These machines are our salvation!"
Suddenly, a loud siren sounded, echoing through the whole area. The Doctor and Amy's head snapped up, alarmed by the noise. Although, everyone else in the room sighed in relief before getting back to work almost immediately. Civil defense siren, Evy guessed.
"Oh," Churchill sighed and gave a small smile. "The all-clear. We're safe. For now."
And with that, he turned and left the room. The Doctor kept silent as he watched the Dalek turn around and leave behind him.
"It's all-clear," Amy said as she walked over to them. "Are you okay?"
But, the Doctor just ignored her. "What does hate look like, Amy?"
"Hate?"
"It looks like a Dalek."
~x~
The Doctor, Evy, and Amy strode into Bracewell's lab, the Time Lords quickly starting to check the equipment as Amy just went to look around the room, amazed.
"Alright, prof!" the Doctor called, "the PM's been filing us in. Amazing things, these Ironsides of yours. Amazing. You must be very proud of them."
"Just doing my bit," Bracewell smiled politely.
"Not bad for a Paisley boy," Amy complimented as she picked up a scanner.
Evy dropped onto a chair and looked at a file with the Doctor reading over her shoulder, his hand resting on it.
"Yes, I thought I detected a familiar cadence, my dear."
"How did you do it?" Evy looked up at him, "Come up with the idea, I mean."
"How does the muse of invention come to anyone?"
The Doctor grabbed the file from Evy's hands and tossed it onto the desk behind them, "But you get a lot of these clever notions, do you?"
"Well, ideas just seem to teem from my head! Wonderful things! Like...let me show you," he moved them over to another desk and pulled out more files, "Some musings on the potential of hypersonic flight. Gravity bubbles that could sustain life outside of the terrestrial atmosphere! Came to me in the bath!"
"And are these your ideas or theirs?" Evy asked him with suspicion.
"No, no, no, no. These robots are entirely under my control. They are..."
as if on cue, a Dalek swiveled over and brought him a cup tea on it's- er… plunger? Bracwell gladly took the cup and smiled.
"Thank you...the perfect servant and the perfect warrior."
"I don't know what you're up to, Professor Bracewell," the Doctor began, "But whatever they've promised, you cannot trust them! Call them what you like, the Daleks are death!"
"Yes, Doctor," Churchill suddenly entered with a Dalek behind him, "Death to our enemies! Death to the forces of darkness, and death to the Third Reich!"
"Yes, Winston, and death to everyone else too!" Evy shouted, "Why won't you just listen?"
"WOULD YOU CARE FOR SOME TEA?" a Dalek trundled up to them.
The Doctor smashed the tray off of its sucker arm and glared at it, "Stop this! What are you doing here? What do you want?"
"WE SEEK ON-LY TO HELP YOU."
"Help us do what?"
"TO WIN THE WAR."
"Really?" Evy gave a short, sarcastic laugh. "Which war?"
"I DO NOT UN-DER-STAND."
"This war, against the Nazis? Or your war? The war against the rest of the Universe? The war against all life forms that are not Dalek?"
"I DO NOT UN-DER-STAND. I AM YOUR SOL-DIER."
"Oh yeah? Ok," he turned around and picked up a giant spanner, much to everyone's surprise. "Ok, soldier, defend yourself!"
A loud CLANG echoed across the room as he smashed it with all his might against the Dalek.
"Doctor, what the devil..."
"YOU DO NOT RE-QUIRE TEA?" the Dalek asked, but still, the Doctor paid no heed.
"Stop it!" Bracewell shouted, "Prime Minister, please!"
"Doctor, please, these machines are precious," Churchill tried, but neither could move closer with his sudden movements.
"Come on!" the Doctor egged the creature on, "Fight back! You want to, don't you? You know you do!"
"I must protest!" Bracewell tried once more.
"You hate me!" he screamed at the Dalek.
CLANG
"Fight back! You want to kill me!"
CLANG
"Kill me!" he yelled, his eyes mad with hatred.
CLANG
CLANG
CLANG
Evy jumped in, standing between the two defensively.
"Doctor, that's enough!" she warned, but he shoved her aside roughly, making her fall onto the ground near Amy.
CLANG
"I AM YOUR SOLD –"
"You are my enemy! And I am yours!" he stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, just staring down the Dalek's eyestalk.
"You are everything I despise in the world," he said, his voice calm but only more terrifying, if anything.
"I've defeated you. Time and time again, I've defeated you. I sent you back into the Void. I saved the whole of reality from you. I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks," he proclaimed, practically spitting the last word at the creature.
His lifted his foot and he kicked the Dalek as hard as he could, sending it rolling to the back of the room without protest or comment. It crashed into another Dalek, both of them spinning for a moment before they stopped.
The Doctor took the time to glance at Evy, who was being helped up by her sister.
Evy feels sorry for the creature - no doubt, the Doctor thought, Might even try to save it, like she had done back in Van Statten's museum. I'm sorry, Evy, but not everyone deserves to be saved. Not everyone. Not a Dalek.
Painfully slowly, the Dalek's eyestalk turned around to face them, and Evy saw that the ever-so-familiar blue glow had returned, making her blood run cold.
"COR-RECT."
It rolled out of the corner, into the light, and if it had had facial expressions, she swore that it would've been smirking.
"REV-IEW TEST-I-MONY," it commanded and a recording of the Doctor's voice began to play from who knows where: 'I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks.'
"Testimony? What are you talking about, testimony?"
"TRANS-MITT-ING TEST-I-MONY."
"Transmitting what? Where? What are you doing?" he demanded, but received no answer.
Lights were bleeping on the hard metal shells of the Daleks and their little metal arms were bobbing up and down rapidly.
"TEST-I-MONY ACC-EP-TED," the Dalek exclaimed and the Doctor's eyes widened.
He flung out an arm over Evy, Amy and Professor Bankwell, yelling out,
"Get back! All of you, get away from them!"
Evy backed up, but still stood a few steps behind the Doctor, just in case.
She heard a laser gun go off just behind her and turned back, terrified, at the Dalek dangerously close to her. It had just killed two soldiers – two young men with lives and families – who had rushed to their rescue. But the Dalek felt no remorse.
"Stop! Stop!" The professor cried out, running up to them and waving his arms around over his head. "What are you doing? I created you!"
Evy's eyes widened when she noted how close he was to the killing machines. "Professor Bankwell, stay ba-"
"NO. WE CRE-A-TED YOU," the Dalek announced, shooting the professor in the hand. He shrieked and staggered back, clutching at the stump on the end of his arm. But it was odd, there was no blood, no bones, it almost looked like…wires coming out from the wound.
They spun around to face each other and the Doctor could bet that they were smiling and laughing inside. It made him sick.
"VIC-TORY. VIC-TORY!"
~~~~CHAPTER 2 END~~~~
A/N: Okay, that's the end of ch. 2! I'm so sorry this was kinda delayed… Our exams are next week and I've been having writer's block as well… Also, the next chapter might be late. So so sorry again! :((((( Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter despite it being late.
VIC-TO-RY TO THE WHO-VI-ANS!
LOVE, DA-LEK ANJ