The Jacksons

Jonathan and his mother were weaving in and out among the screaming populace of the village. However, he eventually noticed two people huddled in an alleyway, whispering to one another. One of them, the girl, looked about the Human biological age of 16, while the man looked old enough to be her father. Jonathan pointed this out to his mother, and they walked up to the whispering pair.

"Quite a shock isn't it?" his mother said calmly. The girl and the man jumped and turned to her. "What are your names?"

"Er...Alan Jackson," the man introduced himself. "And this is my daughter, Maria. And, you are?"

"Frederica," his mother replied. "But just call me Fred. And my son, Jonathan," she added, gesturing to her son.

"I noticed that neither of you were panicking to the degree that everyone else is," cut in Jonathan questioningly, twirling a curl of his hair. "Do you have any particular reason for that?"

"Well," Maria replied, hesitantly, "when you've met and worked with Sarah Jane Smith, you tend to believe most things."

Frederica just stared in shock. "You know Sarah Jane Smith?" she asked them.

"Yeah...do you know her?" Maria returned the question.

"I heard some stuff about her from a man called the Doctor," Frederica replied.

"Don't tell me...you know the Doctor as well?" asked Maria. She'd heard about this strange Doctor Sarah Jane had travelled with, but she'd never actually met him.

"Yes, I did," Frederica confirmed. "A stranger man you could not find, even for a Time Lord."

"I'm sorry, but...what's a Time Lord?" asked Alan curiously.

"A Time Lord is someone like the both of us," Frederica replied, once again gesturing to both her and Jonathan.

"But...you look Human!" Maria protested.

"Er, no...you look Time Lord! We evolved first!" Jonathan told them.

"So are there other Time Lords?" Maria asked the pair of them.

Frederica hesitated before replying. "I don't know. When I got back to this Universe – long story, just don't ask – I expected to hear their telepathic traces. But they've all vanished...save the Doctor's, and in this place," she gestured to the sky, "it's very faint. Now, we've no Time to waste...do you have shelter?"

"Yeah," Alan answered, a bit flustered at Frederica's explanation, but getting some kind of grasp on her words. "It's about a five-minute walk from here."

"Right then," Frederica said. "Can you take us there?"

*DW*

A few hours later, Alan, Maria, Jonathan and Frederica were sheltering in the basement from the attack outside. The ground was shaking with the force of the high-energy blasts that bombarded the surface. They had heard the message from the ships overhead;

"EX-TER-MI-NATE! EX-TER-MI-NATE!"

Eventually, Maria spoke up, terror laced in her voice. "What are they?" she whispered to Frederica fearfully.

"They're called Daleks," the Time Lady told the younger woman darkly. "They're creatures housed in a life-support system made of a material called Polycarbide, or Dalekanium. They're also genetically engineered to hate all other life-forms – anything that's not a pure Dalek is their enemy. They won't stop until they've killed every other being in the Universe."

"Who would design such a thing?!" cried Alan, shocked.

"I've met the man – or monster, for want of a more suitable word – that created them – Davros, his name was," Frederica replied. "On their home-world, Skaro. The Daleks tried to dig him out of the ruins of their Old City, in the hope that he could help them to understand irrational, intuitive thought."

"When you say, 'tried to dig him out,'" Maria cut in, "what do you mean? Surely if he'd been trapped in an old city, he would have died."

"According to the Doctor, the Daleks killed him when they thought they no longer needed him, because he wasn't a Dalek himself," Frederica explained. "But he had a secondary life-support system in his chair, which repaired the tissues in his body whilst holding his organs in long-term suspension. Now, we don't have much more Time to talk about the origins of the Daleks – so let's formulate a plan."

"But what can we do against them?!" Alan asked exasperatedly. "None of our weapons can get through that armour!"

Before either Frederica or Jonathan could answer, the laptop in the basement turned itself on – and a voice emitted from it...

"Hello? Can anybody here me?" the voice asked – upon attentive listening they found that it was female. "The Subwave Network is open – you must be able to hear my voice..."

"I recognise that voice..." Alan spoke up. "That's Harriet Jones..."

"Who's Harriet Jones?" asked Jonathan curiously.

"She was a former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom," Maria answered. "But she got sacked due to a health scare..."

"Has this computer got anything to establish visual contact?" Frederica asked them.

"Yes, but it can't be a Wireless Connection," replied Alan sadly. "We need to hook it up to a Live Cable Network."

"Has this place got one?" asked Jonathan hopefully.

"Yes, upstairs," Maria confirmed.

With that, the foursome rushed upstairs onto the first floor of the flat. When connected, they would be able to talk to the others on the Subwave Network...

A/N: Quite a quirk, adding the Jacksons in, right? But I'm a bit of a sucker for SJA - I like it better than the other spin-off show (Torchwood). People can argue about that, but it's what I prefer. Stay tuned...