"What just happened," Amy managed to breathe out. Although, the Doctor just stood there, staring blankly into the space ahead of him. Evy gave a loud sigh.

"We wanted to know what they wanted. What their plan was-"

"I was their plan!" the Doctor finally snapped, suddenly running out of the room, the two red-heads immediately following behind.

"Hey!" Amy called out, out of breath as she noticed they were far behind.

He entered the storage room in a rush and dashed down the stairs towards the TARDIS.

"Testimony accepted!" the Doctor muttered, "That's what they said! My testimony."

"Stop blaming yourself," Evy bit her lip. Hearing the familiar click of the TARDIS' doors, Amy began to fidget excitedly, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"What do we do? Is this what we do now? Chase after them?"

"This is what we do. I'm sorry, but it's dangerous for you," Evy tried, but the Doctor had different ideas.

"No, this is what I do," he corrected and her face fell. "It's too dangerous. Even for you, Evy."

"I'm not a child, Doctor," she protested, "I can handle myself."

"I know, but I can't risk it. You need to stay here. I need to keep you safe."

The Doctor paused, looking up and meeting her eyes. His expression lightened a bit. She's always so brave and so determined. And yet… so innocent, fragile and kind. That's what I love about her. Wait… love? When did I start using that word? I mean…that's what I like about her.

And that's why I need to keep her safe no matter what-

"Safe?" Evy's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "We're in the middle of the bloody London Blitz! So, right now, at this very moment, where do you expect safe to be?"

"…Anywhere but near me."

He stepped in and closed the TARDIS doors behind him with a creak and left the Pond sisters to watch as the light atop of the TARDIS slowly began to fade away.

~x~

A loud, familiar wheezing noise echoed around the entire ship, gaining the attention of it's inhabitants. They sound grew louder and louder, a gust of wind blowing before a loud thud was heard. The TARDIS doors creaked open and the Daleks swiveled around to find the Doctor, rubbing his hands together excitedly with a wide grin.

"How about a cuppa now, then?"

"IT IS THE DOC-TOR!" One of the Daleks exclaimed, "EX-TER-MINATE!"

"Wait, wait, wait! I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned, pulling out a small, round object from his trousers and holding it in front of him. "TARDIS self-destruct. And you know what that means. My ship goes, you all go with it."

"YOU WOULD NOT USED SUCH A DE-VICE," another Dalek remarked.

"Try me," he growled as the first Dalek tried to move forwards. "Ah, ah, ah. No scans! No nothing! One move and I'll destroy us all, you got that? TARDIS, bang-bang, Daleks, boom!"

The Dalek froze before scooting back, hesitantly.

"Good boy," he smirked before turning to the Dalek's instrument panels, continuing, "This ship's pretty beaten up - running on empty, I'd say, like you. When we last met, you were at the end of your rope. Finished."

"OUR SHIP SUR-VIVED."

"How did you do it?"

The Dalek dismissed his question. "WE HAVE LO-CA-TED THE PRO-GE-NI-TOR DE-VICE."

"And what's that?"

"IT IS OUR PAST AND O-UR FU-TURE," the Dalek explained and the Doctor raised his brows.

"Well. That's deep. That's deep for a Dalek," he said, smiling slightly. "What does it mean though?"

"IT CON-TAINS AND CO-PIES DA-LEK D-N-A. ALL WERE LOST, SAVE ONE."

"Alright," the Doctor said, clapping his hands together. "That all well and good. Well, not really. But there's still one more thing I don't get. If you've got the progenitor, why build Bracewell?"

The Dalek paused. "IT WAS… NE-CE-SSA-RY."

"Why?"

They did not answer. The Doctor broke out into a wide grin.

"I get it. Oh, I get it! I get it. Oh, ho, this is rich! The Progenitor wouldn't recognize you, would it? It saw you as impure, the DNA is unrecognizable as Dalek," he said mockingly and the creatures fidgeted, as if uncomfortable.

"A SO-LU-TION WAS-"

"Yes, yes, yes. Me. My testimony. So you set a trap, you knew that the Progenitor would recognize me. The Daleks' greatest enemy! It would accept my word. My recognition of you," the Doctor said, turning around to wander around as usual. As soon as his back was turned, one of the Daleks rolled over to a panel on the wall of the progenitor and started doing something the Doctor failed to notice.

Once her realized, he turned around, eyes wide and held out the device again. "What are you doing?"

The Dalek only made a sound only describable and cackling. "WATCH AS THE HU-MANS DES-TROY THEM-SELVES," it said with a robotic sort of glee, and the Doctor's face went pale as a sheet.

~x~

Evy froze where she stood and looked out the window in horror as she watched lights come on all over the city of London. With all the light and the darkness of the dawn, it was no doubt that the Germans would be able to locate them in mere minutes. Everyone in the room had started panicking, manning all the radios and giving out orders.

"The Daleks. It has to be them," she growled, before turning to Churchill, who was busy already giving out instructions. "Prime Minister! The Germans can see every inch of the city. Thousands will die if we don't get those lights out now."

He gave a nod and turned to an officer to his right. "Get those lights out before the Germans get here!"

The soldier left with a salute, dashing over to a generator. Another officer – Breen, if Evy remembered correctly – approached him in a panic. "German bombers sighted over the Channel, sir. ETA 10 minutes, sir."

He muttered a curse under his breath. "Here they come. Get a message to Mr Attlee. War Cabinet meeting at 0300. If we're all still here."

"We can't just sit here," Evy muttered to Amy, "We've got to take the fight to the Daleks."

"How? It's the 1940s, remember? None of our weapons would match theirs," Amy stated, but she refused.

"No, no, no, there's got to be a way. There's always a way. We must have something. Oh! Staring us in the face."

~x~

"Turn those lights off," he hissed, "Turn off London, now! Or I swear, I will use this TARDIS self-destruct!" he threatened, but the Daleks didn't seem fazed in any way.

"STALE-MATE. LEAVE US AND RE-TURN TO EARTH."

"Oh, that's it? That's your great victory?" he asked, scowling, "You leave?"

"EX-TINC-TION IS NOT AN OP-TION," the Dalek insisted, "WE SHALL RE-TURN TO OUR OWN TIME AND BE-GIN A-GAIN."

"No, no, no! I won't let you get away this time! I won't!"

There was a faint beeping noise and the Daleks swiveled around to face the progenitor, exclaiming, "THE PRO-GE-NI-TOR HAS SUC-CEE-DED. D-N-A REP-LI-CA-TION IS COM-PLETE!"

The front of the machine split open like doors amidst the sparks, and a white fog-like vapor leaked out and surrounded the room, blocking view of whatever was inside of the machine.

Another Dalek rolled out of the machine, this one colored white and gleaming. The most evil, dangerous, horrifying creatures in the universe had just multiplied. And not just one more, but there were five. All colored and shiny but nevertheless, they made him utterly disgusted.

"BE-HOLD, THE RES-TO-RATION OF THE DA-LEKS. THE RES-TO-RATION OF THE MAS-TER RACE!"

~x~

The Ponds and the Prime Minister enter the lab once more to find Professor Bracewell holding a revolver in his hand, about to place it to his head if he were not just interrupted.

"Bracewell!" He tried, "Put the gun down!"

But he only tightened his grip on the firearm. "My life is a lie. And I choose to end it."

"Please," Evy beckoned, "Don't do this."

"But those creatures...my Ironsides…they made me? I... I can remember things, so many things. The last war- The squalor and the mud and the awful, awful misery of it all. What am I?"

"You, sir, are Professor Edwin Bracewell. Man, android, I don't care. The only thing that matters is who you choose to be now."

Slowly but surely, Bracewell loosened his grip as Evy carefully took it out of his shaking hands. He looked up to her and gave a weak, but reassuring smile.

"What do you need me to do?"

Evy gave a wide grin and a short laugh. "Brilliant! No, really, you are absolutely brilliant."

"I am?"

"Of course! You are an astounding professor and as clever as the Daleks, so start thinking!"

She and began digging through his files and blueprints, handing them over to Churchill. "Professor, you said gravity bubbles, hypersonic flight-"

Bracewell opened his mouth to speak, but Amy cut in and snapped her fingers excitedly. "What about rockets? You got rockets?"

"This isn't a fireworks party, Miss Amy," Churchill said as she gave a childish pout.

"Sorry, Amy, Mister Winston is right," she chuckled before continuing, "We need a proper tactical. A missile or…"

"Or what?"

Evy turned to Bracewell. "We could send something up there, you say?"

"With a gravity bubble, yes," he nodded, showing them the plans. "Theoretically it's possible we could actually send something into space."

"Bracewell," she grinned, "It's time to think big!"

~x~

The white Dalek swiveled around, as if appraising the ship and it's occupants.

"YOU ARE IN-FE-RIOR," it told the original Daleks, who were chanting 'all hail the Supreme Dalek' over and over.

"A-FFIR-MA-TIVE," they replied and the white Dalek – the Supreme – raised it's blaster arm.

"THEN PRE-PARE TO DIE."

"WE ARE READY." And then it shot them. All four of the original Daleks without any hesitation whatsoever.

The Doctor's eyes widened. "Blimey, what do you do to the ones who mess up?"

"IT IS THE DOC-TOR. YOU MUST BE EX-TER-MI-NATED," Dalek Supreme declared and the Doctor held up his device again.

"Don't mess with me, sweetheart," he growled, voice low and threatening.

~x~

Officers and soldiers were on their radio headphones, maneuvering representations of flying squadrons. Dust fell from the ceiling at the city above them was being continuously bombed.

Professor Bracewell – arm now in a sling – entered the room in a wheelchair alongside Evy, who was wearing an army flight suit and holding a flight helmet in one hand. Churchill's attention turned to them and he grinned.

"At last! Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir," Evy gave a respectful salute and Amy raised her brows.

"What are you wearing that for?" she pointed a finger at her, waving it up and down.

"Didn't Mister Churchill tell you?" Evy asked and Amy shook her head. "Well, I'm going to fly one of the jets and send a missile to destroy the Dalek ship."

Amy's jaw dropped. "Y-you're gonna what?!" she turned to Churchill, "You just let her?"

"Yes, well, we are fighting against aliens here and she seems to have proper knowledge of these…Daleks, so we let her," Churchill explained, "Oh, and don't worry, her skills met our training requirements. She does have experience."

Amy felt like she was about to faint any moment. "You- you know how to fly a bloody plane?!"

Although, Evy was more focused on fiddling with the belts and cords on the jumpsuit, tugging on them in annoyance. "I don't remember it being so tight…"

"Pardon me," Churchill interrupted, "I believe it is time for Miss Evy to get onto her plane. We've got to rush. Go now, Miss Pond."

Evy gave a nod and put on her helmet, throwing Amy a quick thumbs up before leaving the room in a dash, later joined by the other pilots.

"In the mean time, this will pick up Dalek transmissions," Bracewell spoke up, placing a device on the desk. It was like a mini-television with the small screen and control knobs. Later on, the Doctor and a white Dalek appeared on the small black and white screen.

"WE ARE THE PA-RA-DIGM OF A NEW DA-LEK RACE," it said over the receiver.

Recognizing the Doctor's figure on the screen, Amy quickly came beside Bracewell and the device. "It's him! It's the Doctor!"

"SCI-EN-TIST, STRA-TE-GIST," the Dalek continued, "DRONE, E-TERNAL, AND THE SU-PREME."

"Which would be you, I'm guessing? Well, you know, nice paint job. I'd be feeling pretty swish if I looked like you. Pretty, su-preme," the Doctor imitated, making Amy manage a small laugh.

A phone suddenly rang and Bracewell quickly picked it up. Whatever the muffled voice coming from the other end said, it must have been good news because Bracewell replied, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes, right! Thanks!" he hung up and turned to Churchill proudly. "Ready when you are, Prime Minister."

"Splendid!"

The screen switched to some sort of map with numbers and signals Amy couldn't quite understand. "Spaceship's exact coordinates located!" Bracwell stated.

"Do it," he told an officer beside him – the Group Captain, Amy guessed, "Go to it!"

The Captain nodded and spoke into a microphone in front of him. "Broadsword to Danny Boy! Broadsword to Danny Boy! Scramble! Scramble! Scramble!"

~x~

"SCAN RE-VEALS NO-THING!" The blue Dalek made an alert noise and spun around in a circle, waving his plunger in the air. "TAR-DIS SELF DES-TRUCT DE-VICE NON-E-XIS-TANT!"

The Doctor sighed and stuffed the biscuit into his mouth.

"Alright, you caught me. It's a Jammy Dodger," he admitted, "But I was promised tea!"

The yellow Dalek – they really did come in every color now, did they? – beeped and spun around to the battered panel on the side of the wall.

"A-LERT. UN-I-DEN-TI-FIED PRO-JEC-TILES COM-ING THIS WAY."

"WHAT HAVE THE HU-MANS DONE?" The green one asked, "EX-PLAIN! EX-PLAIN!"

The Doctor shoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth and walked over to the panel, wiping his hands on his trousers.

"I don't know," he said, sounding - honestly - surprised.

He opened his mouth to speak, but a voice broke in, coming from a speaker in the ceiling. "Danny Boy to the Doctor. Danny Boy to the Doctor. Are you receiving me? Over."

The Doctor jumped to his feet again and hopped in a circle, whooping. "Yes, yes! Loud and clear, Danny Boy! Now, aim your blaster at-"

A different, yet familiar female's voice cut in through the radio. "Evy to Danny Boy. Evy to Danny Boy. It's a big dish at the side of the ship. Take it out! Over."

The Doctor froze as his jaw dropped. No, no, no. It can't be. But it could.

"Evy?" he called. And sure enough, the woman replied.

"Yes?"

"What the hell are you doing there?! I told you to- Argh!" he groaned loudly, messing up his hair. "Rule number one, Evy! Rule number one, stay where I tell you to stay!"

He heard a loud sigh and could already imagine her rolling her eyes. "Really? You're doing this now? Look, London is about to get destroyed by Germans and I don't think that this should be our main priority right now!" she snapped.

He paused before letting out frustrated groan and waved his hands about. "Argh, fine! Fine! Just find that big dish and blow it up!"

He began to walk backwards before turning and running as the Daleks fired shots all around. Though, he just laughed as he slammed the TARDIS door behind him and leaned against them, breathless.

"Danny Boy to the Doctor. Danny Boy to the Doctor. Just the two of us left sir. Anything you can do? Over."

"And by the two of you, you mean..?" he held his breath, mentally crossing his fingers. It could be Danny Boy and anyone. Please let it be her. Please let it be-

"Miss Pond and I, sir," the voice interrupted, and he let out a sigh in relief, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Oh thank God. That woman will be the death of me," he admitted, and he heard Danny Boy chuckle before continuing.

"The Doctor to Danny Boy," he said into a small radio, "I can disrupt the Dalek shields, but not for long. Over."

"That's alright, sir. It's a chance. Get to it! Over."

The Doctor set the radio down and in a second, he was back to doing what he did best – dancing around the console, working frantically at the controls, and dinging bells.

He grabbed the radio once more and brought it to his mouth, saying, "The Doctor to Danny Boy. Destroy this ship! Over."

"What about you, Doctor?"

He paused, grinning fondly. "Me? Oh, I'll be okay. Always am."

"DOC-TOR, CALL OF YOU'RE A-TTACK," boomed a robotic voice from a screen behind the console.

"Ah-ha, what? And let you scuttle off back to the future?" the Doctor scoffed, "No fear. This is the end for you. The final end!"

"CALL OFF THE A-TTACK OR WE WILL DES-TROY EARTH."

"I'm not stupid, mate! You've played your last card."

"BRACE-WELL IS A BOMB," the Supreme Dalek said and the Doctor immediately froze.

"What?"

"HIS PO-WER IS DRAWN FROM AN O-BLI-VION CON-TI-NUUM. CALL OF YOU'RE A-TTACK OR WE WILL DE-TO-NATE THE AN-DROID."

"No!" the Doctor slammed his fists against the console. "This is my best chance ever! The last of the Daleks! I can rid the Universe of you, once and for all!"

"THEN DO IT," they challenged, "BUT WE WILL SHA-TTER THE EARTH BE-LOW. THE EARTH WILL DIE SCREA-MING!"

"And if I let you go, you'll be stronger than ever. A new race of Daleks," he grit his teeth, jaw clenching in anger.

"THEN CHOOSE, DOC-TOR! DES-TROY THE DA-LEKS OR SAVE THE EARTH. BEGIN COUNT-DOWN OF O-BLI-VION CON-TI-NUUM!"

"CHOOSE, DOC-TOR," they began to chant, "CHOOSE! CHOOSE!"

~~~~~CHAPTER 3 END~~~~~

A/N: I am SO SO SORRY that this took so long! You see, when I finished writing this, I accidentally pressed something and DELETED the WHOLE THING. It took me 2 weeks and I tried my best to rewrite it as closely as I remember it. It's also my exam week, but I will try to find time in between breaks. Thanks so much and sorry again! God bless :)

- Anj