24
"See this confuses me slightly," Doctor said while crossing his arms, the two had been escorted back to the high ceiling room where the weird console was. The glowing white doorway was still opened which bothered Doctor hugely.
"Well I get confused a lot actually but it doesn't effect me that much." He said thoughtfully, "This," he pointed to the Progenitor still in the clutches of Phil. "It doesn't take much thought to actually figure out why you want it. I have to say I am rather curious as to how it is in existence, but that's a completely different conversation." Doctor eyed the Daleks up and then looked up at the ceiling. "You see the thing, the real thing which is confusing me is...where's the leader?"
"Take me to your leader?"
"You had to crack that cliché out didn't you?"
"Oh come on, it's like one of the catchphrases that all people want to say."
"Really?"
"Yeah yeah...I'm telling the truth. People always want to use actual catchphrases in situations...although this is a little to ironic."
"The woman shall stop talking!"
"Free speech you can't take it away," Phil muttered and looked at the Dalek which had spoken, Doctor let out a short laugh and patted her on the head.
"But yes, your leader where is he? You lot just follow orders that's like one of few things you're good at doing I'll give you that one." Doctor said while taking a step forward only to have a Dalek move closer to him to stop him moving any more.
"You will stay there!"
"I will not," Doctor stepped passed it and more into the room, "I'm not one for standing still, can't be still for more than ten seconds me." He turned on his heels and pointed to the console, "This thing what's the deal with it? Also," crouching down to look at the creature in the cabinet he looked back up at the surrounding Daleks. "What's the deal with you? How'd the people manage to get you out and into there?"
"They didn't," the one from the cabinet answered, Doctor frowned and looked over it. There were leads coming from it which were plugged into the machinery of the console. Doctors question got answered so simply, he frowned more and rubbed his eyes.
"They didn't?" He repeated and shook his head, "How'd you get in there?"
"People are so easily influenced." It answered while blinking slowly, "Promises are easily said and so quickly broken."
"Oh I see."
"I don't get it," Phil piped up from where she was still standing surrounded by Daleks, Doctor walked back over and pulled her from the middle of the group. Soon standing a little in front of the console Doctor put his hands together and looked at her.
"It promised Derek great things if he'd build that, and when he did what he was told he murdered him."
"He served his purpose!"
"You murdered him," Doctor said angrily and looked over his shoulder at the one wired up to the machine. "Only because one person has done something you asked them to do doesn't mean they couldn't do anything else for you."
"Humans have no use to the Daleks."
"You," Doctor clenched his hands and walked angrily up to the console, "I shouldn't be surprised," he said distantly soon calming himself down. Turning and looking back at Phil who looked not only confused but a little concerned for him and his current disposition.
"So," Phil said quietly getting all attention directed to her. "It asked Derek to build that for him with a promise of something great. Murdered him, opened a doorway got his little mates here all for what?"
"That," Doctor pointed a finger at the golden object which Phil was still clutching onto. "It was here for a long time undetected. My guess is that one in there got here by mistake, sensed that and thought this up." Doctor said while gesturing to the one in the cabinet and then to the room they were standing in. "Phil you are single handedly holding the one item which is more important to them. It is more important than their own lives, you are holding the Progenitor Phil, it could easily bring about another new race of Daleks."
"Oh."
"Oh indeed, which brings me to my next dilemma," Doctor grabbed a hold of Phils arm, "How do you plan on getting it?" He grinned and pushed the button on her watch. Soon appearing in the TARDIS Phil shook her head. "Thank god you live in that thing Phil!" Doctor exclaimed and hugged her before running up the stairs.
"What do we do with it? You said you didn't want it anywhere near you or on here."
"We negotiate!" He grinned and played with his braces, Phil waved the Progenitor at him, "What? If we stayed in that room any longer we would have got shot at." Doctor said while walking back down to her, "Now to get another jacket," he mused and turned to walk off.
Phil shook her head, "How many do you have?"
"Silly question Phil!" He peered around the corner upstairs, "Actually I am going to deem your question a rhetorical one."
"Doesn't need an answer?"
"Correct!" Doctor disappeared around the corner again leaving her in the console room, Phil looked at the Progenitor and bit her lip. "I don't want to hold this anymore!"
"What? Why? I don't want it." Doctor answered while reappearing in a new tweed jacket.
"But I'm literally holding your greatest enemies life in my hands. I don't want this! You said having a sonic screwdriver was to much power for a human but I think this is way more power!"
"That's why you're holding it Phil, if I have it I'd do something illogical with it. Also you're rambling, thought I should point that out and counter. Are you scared?"
"Ever so slightly."
"Why?" Doctor asked while walking up to the console and tapping on some keys, Phil reached out and held onto the nearest railing as the TARDIS kicked into life. Once they had stopped rocking about Phil looked at him seriously.
"This could create a god complex. And I don't think you seem to realize that a part of me does just want to throw it out of the door...or...I don't know try and destroy it."
Doctor looked at her seriously and walked down the stairs, looking at her serious expression he nodded and took the Progenitor from her hands. It didn't take him long to figure out that his longest and oldest friend wanted to destroy the item his newest friend was holding onto.
"Negotiate? Where do we start?"
"They will follow us, but I need you to do something for me."
"Ok sure thing."
"You're so obedient honestly, you just agreed without wanting to know what it was?"
"Well the favour is coming from you so it'll most likely be dangerous." Phil reasoned with a nod, Doctor couldn't disagree what he was about to suggest to her was incredibly dangerous.
"I need you to go back."
"What?"
"See! That's why I was waiting for you to ask what this something was, seriously Phil." Doctor muttered while crossing his arms and shaking his head.
"Ok."
"What? No seriously now that I think about it my suggestion was very stupid." He paused and looked at her, "Stupid but effective, Phil you're the only other person apart from myself who would know how to take that thing apart or effectively reverse its effects." He explained and tapped her on the head, "Sexy will kick in when needs be."
"Right ok, so...you want me to go back into that Dalek filled room?"
"They won't be there, you see as much as you have to respect them for the persistence they have they are incredibly stupid. Well stupid in a sense that they'll follow the leader and Phil I am the leader."
"Ok, so...teleport in destroy or reverse the console thing and then teleport back here?"
"Yup simple!"
"It's to simple."
"Phil don't ruin it! Didn't you ever get told that the simplest things were the most effective?"
"Yeah I did." Phil scratched her head in thought. "Doctor what will you be doing?"
"Negotiating." He grinned and put his hands on her shoulders, "Be careful. I can't believe you've agreed to this, but you're a brave little person so I have all faith in you that you'll be fine!"
Phil pouted and suffered getting her cheeks pinched, "I'm not little." Was the last words she said before pushing something on her watch and disappearing from the console room. Doctor hated teleporters and always complained about them, but he honestly couldn't see a way to destroying the console the Daleks had created. Especially when they were all in the same room.
"Right!" Clapping his hands he ran to the door and swung them open, "Now for negotiating!" He rubbed his hands together and eyed up the Daleks who were evidently leaving Earth and following after him and the TARDIS. He had to give them credit where credit was due, they didn't take that long in locking onto them.