A/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR!
000
Everything is ready.
The message is prepared.
The earth will be subdued.
The plan has been put in motion.
The Reailty Bomb is being primed.
The test subjects will be harvested.
The fleet is in formation.
The Crucible is defended.
The Doctor will be defeated.
The message is sending.
The message is being received.
EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!
000
He's needed this, the thrill of adventure, the sense of urgency, the mystery, everything.
Ever since he found Rose—yes, think of the positives, he found her and she's all, well mostly, well not at all in one piece, but he's helping her—he's been feeling a little lost. He lost—he temporarily lost Rose, and his memories of her, and that scared him. What if he hadn't found her? Who else has he forgotten—who else has he failed?
He could partially distract himself, taking Donna and Rose to bright, happy places, places where there was no—well, only a little trouble, nothing major, nothing that could really hurt them. He could pretend, for them, and maybe for a few moments it wasn't pretending. But when they were both asleep, when the TARDIS dimmed the lights in an imitation of nighttime, when everything was quiet and he was alone, that's when the thoughts crept in and whispered in his ear and made him question himself.
And then the earth disappeared and now they're hurtling through the universe after a trail left by bees of all things—one more thing to thank Donna for, pointing that out, he never would have noticed. They're nearing the Medusa Cascade, now, beautiful place—
Oh.
The trail, it's gone. Vanished into thin air.
He's failed again. The earth is gone.
Next to him, he can hear Donna yelling at him, demanding that he keep trying, that he find another way. Rose is next to her, looking from Donna to him and back again, seeming so confused, so lost. Two people he's failed, and now they might be the last of their species.
Just like him, and it's his fault this time too.
000
This whole thing is just too weird.
After he had that dream, he started trying to figure out a way to find the Doctor. It took them all ages, and he learned more than he ever wanted to about quantum physics, but eventually the torchwood team got the dimension cannon up and working. He must have walked through a hundred dimensions and time periods but never found anything.
Until he materialized in some random street and saw the dalek, that is. He recognized the damn thing from Canary Wharf, so he did the obvious. He shot it with his incredibly awesome gun that he somehow convinced Pete to give him.
Then it turned out that the people he'd saved knew the Doctor, or one of them did anyway. It was too perfect to be a coincidence, but he didn't know what else to call it. It wasn't like anybody could have arranged for him to meet Wilfred and what's-her-name, Sylvia, that's it. Even if they could have messed with the dimension cannon's coordinates, how would they have managed to bring the other two to that same spot at exactly the right time?
As if that weren't bad enough, the laptop had started beeping and now he's staring at Harriet Jones, Captain Jack, Sarah-Jane Smith, and some woman that he doesn't know but who apparently traveled with the Doctor and he'd really like to meet.
This has to be the Doctor's fault. These kinds of things always happen to him and the people around him. Crazy, impossible things that don't make any sense. He used to be normal before he met the Doctor, just some bloke living in a flat with a girlfriend and a job and a regular life, and then ol' Big Ears showed up and turned everything upside-down.
Oh well, no time to dwell on that now. Time to find the Doctor and Rose, get rid of the daleks, and save the world, but not necessarily in that order. Oh yeah, and meet that woman. She was hot.
A/n: Writing the dalek's perspective was so much fun… in reply to your review, , I would love to go to the city of New New York, which has normal cat-people instead of psycho cat-nuns. And now I'm referring to cat-people as normal… ah well, I always knew I was crazy.