A/N: Sorry to put this here, but semi-important. I just want to say, if there's anything in my stories that are original to them (examples, like a device (the mental conditioners used on the Academics), or programs/institute (the Academics), or process (like Linking or the others (with the same term/components to it)) or anything) that anyone would like to use in their own stories, please either ask me if you can use it first and give a blurb of credit or, at the very least, (if permission isn't asked) just give credit where it is due. It really bothers me because I've been plagiarized 3 times already so I really would rather original creations/ideas from my stories not pop up in other stories without the readers knowing where they came from too, especially if that idea is going to play a role in that story. I'm usually very good about giving permission if it's asked for and credit is going to be given (I'm even ok with some ideas being used without permission if there's least one note on where it came from). Sorry it this seems random, things just keep happening. -sigh- That's all :(
~8~
Victory of the Daleks: The Ironsides
Angel sat in her room, she'd been spending an awful lot of time there hadn't she? She should really do something about that, she couldn't just keep sitting there while the Doctor was left to his own devices in the console room...she could only imagine what he'd broken by now. She was sitting on her floor, her back against her bed, her head resting back on it as she stared at her ceiling, listening to the gentle hum of the TARDIS around her. She couldn't be sure of what the box was saying, but the continuous hum and tone made her feel like the old girl was just ranting about the Doctor, likely complaining about what he'd just broken or...what happened.
She sighed, "You need to stop fighting him girl," she called out.
The humming stopped, seeming almost stunned.
She smiled, "I know you've been sparking when he touches you, when only he touches you. You won't throw levers, you won't twist knobs or push buttons or...work...really," she shook her head, "And you need to stop doing that."
The TARDIS hummed a moment, sounding...confused? She wasn't sure, it was almost like the box couldn't believe what she was asking.
"I know," she nodded, "I know that you're upset with him, that you're cross that he's upset me, but...HE hasn't. Not really."
It was true, it wasn't HIM that was upsetting her, he wasn't purposefully being rude to her or being cruel or mean to her...he was just...treating her differently. And, looking at his memories, she couldn't honestly blame him for it. How else would you treat someone you didn't remember being sweet on? Like any other person.
It just...stung...and hurt...and broke her hearts that he was treating HER like that. Even before the Doctor had asked her to Mate, he'd been a little...fond of her. He'd always looked at her softly or held her hand or complimented her in his own way. But even that was gone. It was like...she was a Time Lady.
And that was it.
And she didn't know why.
THAT was what killed her, that she had no idea what had happened to him to make him treat her like that, to let all those memories disappear. She wasn't clever. She wasn't brilliant or smart or clever or quick, she truly didn't know what happened or what she could do about it. But she was going to try and work it out. She had to, to give up...she couldn't imagine giving up on the Doctor, not after he never gave up on her.
And that was just it too, wasn't it? She didn't know what happened. She was trying to keep herself from thinking, from theorizing, that it could have been the Doctor's fault somehow for as long as possible, needing to come up with any other excuse for the sake of her hearts. So she pushed it to the back of her mind. The fact still remained that she didn't know what was wrong, and so she couldn't blame the Doctor and she couldn't treat him like it was his fault...if it wasn't. It couldn't be...could it?
The TARDIS hummed in disbelief, as though scoffing at the thought that the Doctor wasn't to blame for her being so sad.
She sighed, "I don't know what happened," she reminded the box, "I can't treat him like it's his fault when it might not be. And neither should you."
The TARDIS gave a hesitant hum.
She frowned, "Do...do you know what happened?"
No hum followed.
She swallowed hard, hoping that meant that the box was silently agreeing with her that, yes she knew what happened, and it wasn't the Doctor's fault. She firmly pushed the thought that the box did know what happened and it was the Doctor's fault but the old girl just didn't want to confirm it and crush what was left of her Pilot's hearts to the back of her mind and locked it away.
"You won't tell me," she nodded, "And I...I wouldn't be able to guess what you were saying anyway."
She really wouldn't have. She'd be too hopeful of one option and try to find ways to interpret any hum towards that end. Which would only hurt her in the long run if it ended up being the other option. She wanted to know what had happened, if the box did know, but...she also didn't. Because if it ended up being something permanent...she'd rather live in hope that it wasn't.
"Please girl," she asked again, "For now, I'm going to believe it's not his fault. And if he had no control over it then it wasn't his fault. And you can't blame him for that happening."
The TARDIS hummed, which made her laugh as it sounded (and reminded her) very much like a child pouting about something.
"I need to know you'll take care of him if he needs it," she continued, "If I'm not there to pilot you, I need to know you'll help him and not fight him," she looked down, "He's still my thief, he's still stolen my hearts," she closed her eyes, "And he can't give them back, he doesn't remember where he put them. And it hurts..." she looked up, taking a breath, "It hurts me when you hurt him."
The box was quiet a moment, before humming softly, like an apology.
"It's alright," she laughed, look at that, the box, the all-seeing, all-knowing box hadn't thought of that, "So you see...it's not your fault either," she pointed out, the box HAD been hurting her by sparking and burning the Doctor because she could feel his pain just a bit when it happened, "Ok?"
She waited, listening intently, until the box finally gave a short hum.
"Thank you girl," she patted the floor.
It felt...nice, comforting, to know that the box loved her so much, that the box knew what was happening and was there for her. Even if she couldn't answer back completely, being a box and all, she at least was able to communicate enough. And now she...she didn't feel quite so alone knowing the TARDIS was aware of what had happened.
The TARDIS must have made good on her promise to lighten up on the Doctor for, a moment later, there was a cheer from the console room so loud she could hear it in her bedroom, the Doctor had finally managed to set a course to go check on Winston Churchill, as he'd been trying to do for quite a while as the TARDIS fought with him.
She sighed, picking herself up, and, as always seemed to happen now, lost her balance a moment before she headed for the door, blaming it a bit on the Doctor's piloting too. She didn't doubt he'd be able to get them to see the man immediately...but knowing him they'd overshoot by a month or two so she needed to be there to make sure it didn't end up being a year instead.
She paused in the doorway though, "Thanks," she patted it before continuing down the hall.
~8~
A siren wailed as men and women in uniforms manned the phones and radios in a smoky room, rushing to keep track of what seemed like an ongoing battle, "Can't we shut that ruddy thing up?" a male officer called over the siren, frantic.
"If wishes were kisses...Hostile 36, confirm," a woman said into a headset.
"Able Victor Charlie down."
A second woman entered with a clipboard, "26 and 41 detailed to intercept."
"41?" the woman took off her headset, alarmed, growing four shades paler, her eyes widening, "That's...that's Reg's squadron."
Before anyone could comment on that or attempt to reassure her, all knowing it would be full of false words and hope, Winston Churchill entered the room. He was a large man with glasses, a cigar clamped in his mouth, looking serious as everyone stood at attention.
"Sir," the clipboard woman saluted, trying to keep her voice from shaking as her fear for her beau overwhelmed her.
"How many?" Winston asked, looking around, not wanting to waste time on pleasantries and decorum while the lives of the British people were at stake.
"Looks like a dozen Heinkel at least, sir," the male officer reported, "With Messerschmidts flanking."
"Out of range?"
"Normally, sir, yes," the woman nodded.
He puffed on his cigar, "Well, then. Time to roll out the secret weapon!"
The woman nodded and, with a long stick, pushed a figure of their new Ironsides, looking very much like a large pepperpot, across the map.
~8~
The TARDIS materialized inside the Cabinet's secret war storage rooms and the Doctor stepped out followed by Angel to see a line of soldiers pointing guns at them. He tensed, feeling a flash of something...like anger, anger at having guns pointed at them, and protectiveness, wanting to grab Angel and pull her behind him...race through him. He shook his head, not sure where that had come from, Angel had faced plenty of dangers in the past, and she'd been just fine. And glancing at her, not to make sure she wasn't scared or anything, not at all, he could see...she really wasn't scared. She seemed at ease, like she knew the guns wouldn't be used. Well, that was reassuring.
"Amy..." the Doctor called as he spotted Winston walk in, the soldiers parting for him, "Winston Churchill."
"Doctor?" Winston gasped, taking in the rather young man standing before him, very much unlike the last version of the man he'd seen, "Is it you?"
Amy stepped out completely, staring, wide eyed at Churchill, Angel smiling a bit at that, she loved it when the companions had that expression, that awe...that was what taking them aboard had been about. She hoped...she hoped she might be able to ask the Doctor if Rory might be able to come. She really wanted the boy to be her next companion, more than any other person she'd asked the question to in the past. She'd been, admittedly, distracted after the first adventure, had been fully intent to ask him to pick up Rory too that night they took Amy away. But, with everything that had happened, it just...slipped her mind. But she wanted Rory to be there, she wanted him to be able to experience the adventure and the wonders of the Universe.
And she wanted to hug him. He seemed like a rather hug-able man and very sweet. She...she hadn't gotten many hugs recently and she found she really just...wanted someone, one person, to hug her. People always underestimated the power of a hug.
"Oh, Winston, my old friend!" the Doctor moved to shake Winston's hand but the man simply held out his own hand like he wanted something, "Ah, every time!"
"What's he after?" Amy frowned.
"The TARDIS key," Angel answered before stepping forward and shaking Winston's hand, knowing the Doctor likely wouldn't introduce her, "Hello, I'm the Angel, nice to meet you," she swallowed hard, trying her best to prepare herself for the inevitable lack of 'my Mate' from the Doctor.
But, what do you know, it still hurt.
"And you as well my dear," Winston smiled at her warmly before turning to the Doctor, "Think of what I could achieve with your remarkable machine, Doctor! The lives that could be saved!"
"That's not the way it works," Angel told the man before turning to close the TARDIS doors behind Amy, making sure no one would be sneaking into the box without them there to open the doors.
"Must I take it by force?"
The Doctor chuckled, "I'd like to see you try."
"At ease," Winston ordered the soldiers who lowered their rifles.
"You rang?" the Doctor grinned.
Winston laughed and turned to lead them down the hallways while an air raid happened overhead, "So you've changed your face again?"
"Yeah, well, had a bit of work done."
"Got it, got it, got it!" Amy called, "Cabinet War Rooms, right?"
"Yup," the Doctor looked at her, "Top secret heart of the War Office, right under London."
"You're late, by the way," Winston remarked.
"Requisitions, sir," a woman stepped up to him with a clipboard.
Winston handed his cane back to the Doctor and took the board, "Excellent," he smiled at the results listed on it.
"Late?" the Doctor asked.
"By nearly a month," Angel remarked, "I told you to call me when the TARDIS stopped fighting you and let me help."
He just shrugged, she'd gone to her room, she'd been spending an awful lot of time there, now that he thought about it. He thought she was just napping or just wanted a lie down or...just liked her room. It had to be that, because he didn't think she was avoiding the console room in order to not fix things, she loved fixing things, and the only other explanation was...he blinked, a bit startled, that she was avoiding HIM. Well...that was wrong, yes, definitely, she wasn't avoiding him. Not at all. No. Why would she?
And why did it hurt so badly to think she might be?
Winston looked at Angel, a bit shocked she was right, before nodding, "I rang you a month ago exactly," he signed the papers.
"Really?" the Doctor blinked, shaking himself out of his thoughts, absently rubbing his chest to try and relieve the tightening that had appeared there at the thought of Angel not wanting to be around him, "Sorry. Sorry," he smiled again, the tightening gone, "It's a Type 40 TARDIS. I'm just running her in."
"No you're not," Angel told him, "It's just your piloting. I told you to let me set the coordinates."
Winston laughed at their bickering before handing the clipboard back, only then noticing the woman was tense before him, "Something the matter, Breen? You look a little down in the dumps."
"No, sir," Breen hugged the clipboard tightly, her voice betraying her inner anguish and fear, "Fine, sir."
Angel frowned, eyeing the woman sadly, she was upset about something, clearly she was. And, given there was a war on, it was likely that it had something to do with someone close to her being out there and in danger. See, she reminded herself, she could still work things out herself. Now she just had to work out what was wrong with the Doctor.
"Action this day, Breen!" Winston cheered, "Action this day!"
"Yes, sir," Breen nodded, forcing a smile before looking at Angel and Amy and heading off.
"Excuse me, sir, got another formation coming in, Prime Minister," an officer reported, "Stukas, by the look of them."
"We shall go up top then, Group Captain!" Winston nodded, "We'll give 'em what for! Coming, Doctor?"
"Why?" the Doctor looked at him.
Winston grabbed his cane from the Doctor, "I have something to show you."
The Doctor mouthed 'ooh' to Amy who giggled, but Angel though, was far less eager.
"I have a feeling we're not going to like it," Angel remarked, shifting uneasily, a pit forming in her stomach.
The Doctor looked over at her, sobering instantly at her words, which, to be honest, shocked Amy just a little how quickly his entire demeanor had changed. It was weird...how much of an affect Angel seemed to have on the man. It was like...when she talked, he listened, when she wasn't there, he noticed (boy did he notice), but...at the same time...when she WAS there, it was like...she was just...there...it didn't make sense how he acted so differently around the Time Lady given she was also the last of his species.
She shrugged, aliens, and they all followed after Winston.
~8~
Winston started the lift as soon as they all gathered in, puffing on his cigar as the Doctor waved the smoke away, Amy and Angel standing in the back of the lift, Angel trying not to inhale too deeply, the smoke was making her rather queasy, well, not just the smoke really. Well, it was, the smoke that is, but...even before, the smell of it lingered on Winston and just...twisted her stomach. Amy and the Doctor didn't seem to notice it then, but they certainly did now. She supposed she had just never liked the smell of smoke, she always associated it with fires and the TARDIS crashing and explosions and all it did was make her think of her mother, and how she'd died. And that smell, smoke was the one smell that always seemed to linger no matter what you did. Oh she'd have to wash her dress a number of times to get the smell out of it. Though she supposed it was just their luck, first they'd been left in a rubbish heap of rotting organic products and now they were surrounded by cigar smoke. What would be next? Would they encounter space skunks? More Slitheen? Alien vampires that smelled like fish?
Oh she hoped not, just thinking about those smells made her feel sick.
"We stand at a crossroads, Doctor," Winston sighed, "Quite alone, with our backs to the wall. Invasion is expected daily. So I will grasp with both hands anything that will give us an advantage over the Nazi menace."
"Such as?" he wondered.
The lift came to a halt and Winston pulled the gate open, "Follow me," he led them to the roof of the building where a man in a white lab coat was watching the sky with binoculars on another higher section of the roof. The trio followed Winston over to him, past the sandbags lining the edge of the roof.
"Wow!" Amy stared, looking out over London.
"Doctor, Angel, Amy, this is Professor Edwin Bracewell, head of our Ironsides Project," Winston began, introducing the man with the binoculars.
The Doctor held up his hand with a 'V for Victory' sign.
"How d'you do?" the man called.
"Nice to meet you," Angel waved up at him with a small smile.
Bracewell nodded back at them before turning back to his binoculars, though they weren't quite necessary as they could all see a formation of German planes approaching while London sat there, barrage balloons out there while bombs dropped.
"Do you think Rose is dangling out there anywhere?" Angel tried to joke, trying to reference one of the adventures she knew he recalled. Maybe...maybe if she could bring up the ones he remembered she could lead into some of the events he'd forgotten...
But the Doctor just laughed and said, "Nah, it was night when that happened."
"Oh, Doctor..." Amy breathed, still staring in wonder at the city, "Angel, it's..."
"History," the Doctor smiled.
"Ready, Bracewell?" Winston looked over.
"Aye-aye, sir!" he gave a thumbs up, "On my order! Fire!"
From within a sandbagged area on the roof, a laser shot out at the German planes, destroying them quickly.
Angel tensed, her eyes wide in fear as she recalled the sound of a Dalek fire. She could still recall, every single time she faced one, especially when the one in Van Statten's museum had shot her in the chest. The Doctor seemed to almost sense her thoughts and took her hand quickly, squeezing it as he too looked at the roof in horror.
"What was that?" Amy asked, actually sounding impressed.
"That wasn't human," the Doctor breathed, "That was never human technology."
"Doctor," Angel panted heavily, starting to shake, "That...that sounded like..."
"Show me!" he turned to Winston, "Show me what that was!" he ran forward, dropping Angel's hand and climbing the ladder to stand by Bracewell, Angel still standing in shock at the bottom with Amy, staring out at the sky where the planes had been, not wanting to look, not wanting to see if it was real.
"Advance!" Bracewell commanded.
"Our new secret weapon!" Winston cheered as a Dalek moved out, painted in Army khaki with a utility belt wrapped around it and a small Union Flag under its eyestalk, "What do you think? Quite something, eh?"
"What are you doing here?" the Doctor breathed as he stared in horror at the Dalek.
"I am your soldier," it stated.
Angel winced, closing her eyes, unable to ignore it any longer, that was a Dalek, a real Dalek, they were back. But how?! They'd all been destroyed last time, hadn't they?
"What?"
"I am your soldier."
"Stop this. Stop now! You know who I am, you always know."
The Dalek turned its eyestalk on him, "Your identity is unknown," and then moved to where Amy and Angel were standing, the stalk remaining fixed on Angel as she shifted uncomfortably, glancing over at it.
"Perhaps I can clarify things here, this is one of my Ironsides," Bracewell smiled.
The Doctor turned to him, alarmed, "Your what?"
"You will help the Allied cause in any way that you can?" Bracewell asked the Dalek.
"Yes," it answered, finally pulling its eyestalk away from Angel and to the man beside him.
"Until the Germans have been utterly smashed?"
"Yes."
"And what is your ultimate aim?"
"To win the war!"
Angel closed her eyes, shaking her head, this couldn't be happening, not again.
~8~
The Doctor looked at the diagrams and blueprints of the Daleks in Winston's office while Angel stood by the desk, frowning at the propaganda posters about the new 'Ironsides,' as Winston was calling them.
"They're Daleks!" the Doctor insisted, "They're called Daleks!"
"They are Bracewell's Ironsides, Doctor!" Winston argued, "Look! Blueprints, statistics, field-tests, photographs. He invented them!"
"Invented them? Oh, no, no, no!"
"Yes! He approached one of our brass hats a few months ago. Fella's a genius."
"A Scottish genius, too," Amy added, far too at ease with the whole thing.
Angel looked up at her a moment, frowning, given everything that had happened during the time the Earth had been stolen, Amy should have been terrified about the creatures...unless...the cracks...could the cracks be...she shook her head, never believing she'd actually think this given how the cracks made her feel so ill...but...she needed a closer look at one.
"Maybe you should listen to..." Amy continued.
"Shh!" the Doctor cut in, "He didn't invent them! They're alien."
"Alien?" Winston frowned.
Angel tensed, grabbing the Doctor's arm to silence him a moment before a Dalek glided past the doorway, its eyestalk fixing on them even as it continued on down the hall.
"And totally hostile!" the Doctor added.
"Precisely. They will win me the war!" Winston turned over a propaganda poster with a large Dalek on it before storming out of his office, a frustrated Doctor following after him along with a worried Angel and a confused Amy.
"Why won't you listen? Why call me in if you won't listen to me?!"
"When I rang you a month ago, I must admit, I had my doubts. The Ironsides seemed too good to be true."
"Yes! Right! So destroy them! Exterminate them!"
"But imagine what I could do with a hundred! A thousand!"
"I am imagining," the Doctor glared as a courier Dalek passed them, Angel shifting as its eyestalk seemed to linger on her till it passed them, "Amy, tell him."
"Tell him what?" Amy asked.
"About the Daleks!"
"What would I know about the Daleks?"
"Everything."
"They invaded Earth a few times," Angel told her, watching her reaction closely, wanting to see if her thoughts on the cracks might be a bit more...right, "Don't you remember when the Earth had been moved? The planets in the sky?" but Amy shook her head.
"You don't forget that!" the Doctor shouted before seeming to realize what Angel had, "Amy...tell me you remember the Daleks."
"Nope, sorry," Amy shrugged.
"That's not possible," the Doctor said slowly, glancing at Angel who seemed equally concerned.
"And 6...2357, over!" they heard Breen report from the room Winston had entered, "2357, over!"
They turned and walked in as a Dalek glided past them, eyeing the three of them, "So they're up to something, but what is it?" the Doctor muttered, "What are they after? Angel?" he looked at her.
"I don't know," she sighed, she hadn't had a vision or anything yet and it wasn't like she could control them or force them at the moment, she wasn't that strong. They were still far too random.
"Well, let's just ask, shall we?" Amy walked over to one.
"Amy...Amelia!" the Doctor shouted, about to go after her when Angel tugged him back, watching closely.
Amy tapped a Dalek on the head and it swiveled its eyestalk to look at her, "Can I be of assistance?" its eyestalk twitched.
"Oh. Yes. Yes! See, my friends reckon you're dangerous. That you're an alien. Is it true?"
The Dalek looked past her, at the duo, its eyestalk moving from the Doctor to the Angel, spending a moment longer on her, before returning to Amy, "I am your soldier."
"Yeah. Got that bit. Love a squaddie. What else, though?"
"Please excuse me. I have duties to perform," it turned and rolled out of the room.
Angel frowned before turning and going over to Winston, "Winston, please, listen to us."
"We are waging total war," the man shook his head, "Day after day, the Luftwaffe pound this great city like an iron fist."
"The Daleks will be worse than that."
"Men, women and children slaughtered. Families torn apart. Wren's churches in flames."
"The Earth in flames," Angel said quietly, "They will burn the Earth to the ground, and they won't stop there, they'll spread Winston, once they begin they just...don't stop. They never stop."
Winston sighed, "I weep for my country, I weep for my empire. It is breaking my heart," he turned and moved around the table.
"It's breaking mine as well," Angel murmured, shifting. The pit that had started to form in her stomach had just gotten worse, like she knew something terrible was coming, but she couldn't quite...see it yet.
"But you're resisting, Winston!" the Doctor called, following him, seeing the man was too stubborn for even Angel to get through to him, "The whole world knows you're resisting! You're a beacon of hope."
Like Angel was.
He paused, blinking, where had that come from?
"But for how long?" Winston signed some more papers, pulling the Doctor from his thoughts, "Millions of innocent lives will be saved if I use these Ironsides now!"
"Can I be of assistance?" a Dalek asked, rolling over.
"Shut it!" the Doctor yelled at it.
"Winston," Angel began softly as the Dalek trundled away, "The Daleks...they don't have a conscience, they won't show mercy or pity or sorrow or regret. Yes, they'll...they'll kill your enemies, but then they'll turn on you too. Anything that isn't Dalek is the enemy to them."
"We know them. They are our oldest and deadliest enemy. You cannot trust them!"
"If Hitler invaded hell, I would give a favorable reference to the Devil!" Winston shouted, "These machines are our salvation!"
The Doctor shook his head, how could they be the salvation of Earth? They weren't Angel.
He winced, pressing a hand to his head as a bit of a pain hit him. Where were these thoughts coming from?
A siren went off and Winston looked up, "Oh, the all clear. We are safe. For now," he turned and left, leaving the Doctor and Angel staring at a Dalek in the back of the room, it staring back at them, before it turned and left as well.
"It's the all clear," Amy looked at them, "Are you ok?"
"What does hate look like, Amy?" the Doctor murmured, twisting an officer's cap in his hand as Angel crossed her arms, she'd found herself doing that a lot recently, it was like...if she did that, she wouldn't be tempted to take the Doctor's hand because, clearly, he didn't want to hold hers any longer.
"Hate?"
"It looks like a Dalek. And I'm going to prove it," he tossed the cap on a desk and walked out, Angel glancing around the room before following him.
~8~
Bracewell worked at his desk, a few technicians nearby, when a Dalek glided up to him, "Would you care for some tea?"
"That would be very nice," he smiled, "Thank you."
The Doctor, Angel, and Amy walked in, the Doctor immediately checking all the equipment while Amy just looked around, Angel focusing on Bracewell, eyeing him, not quite...sure about him...
"Alright, professor!" the Doctor shouted, "The PM's been filling me in. Amazing things, these Ironsides of yours. Amazing. You must be very proud of them."
"Just doing my bit," Bracewell gave a small nod.
"Not bad for a Paisley boy," Amy held up a spanner as the Doctor sat in a chair and looked at a file.
"Yes, I thought I detected a familiar cadence, my dear."
"How did you do it?" the Doctor asked, "Come up with the idea?"
"How does the muse of invention come to anyone?"
He tossed the file on a desk, "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 gathered some files from another desk, showing them as they walked over, "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!"
"Are you sure they're your ideas?" Angel asked him softly, eyeing him, "Couldn't they be theirs?" she glanced at the Dalek eyeing her as it entered.
"No, no, no, no," he laughed, "These robots are entirely under my control. They are..." the Dalek wheeled up with a tray of tea, "Thank you...the perfect servant, and the perfect warrior."
"I don't know what you're up to, professor," the Doctor told him, "But whatever they've promised, you cannot trust them! Call them what you like, the Daleks are death!"
"Yes, Doctor," Winston agreed, walking in with another 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!"
"Would you care for some tea?" the Dalek asked.
The Doctor shoved the tray off the Dalek's sucker, causing it to fall to the floor, making Angel flinch, "Stop this! What are you doing here? What do you want?"
"We seek only to help you."
"Help how?" Angel asked it cautiously.
"To help win the war."
"Really?" the Doctor snorted, "Which war?"
"I do not understand."
"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 understand. I am your soldier."
"Oh, yeah? Ok," he turned and grabbed up a giant spanner, "Ok, soldier, defend yourself!" he started whacking the Dalek with it.
"Doctor, what the devil!?" Bracewell shouted.
"You do not require tea?" the Dalek continued as the Doctor kept striking it.
"Stop it! Prime Minister, please!"
"Doctor, please, these machines are precious," Winston cried.
"Come on!" the Doctor glared, "Fight back! You want to, don't you? You know you do!"
He really had no idea where this...anger was coming from. He'd dealt with Daleks in the past, loads of them, too many to be happy, but...this...this deep fury, it was unlike anything he'd felt before. It was...consuming him. He hated the Daleks, yes, but never more than right then. And he didn't know why. It was like...he blamed them for something, but...not the War. No, it was something so much worse, so much closer to him, so much more important to him.
But he didn't know what.
Angel though, watched him, not sure what to do...usually she would be able to calm him down, to talk him down, but she could feel it, the rage inside him. This was more powerful than anything he'd felt and...but she knew why. She felt it in the Doctor, even if he didn't understand it, because, in his memories that she'd seen before he regenerated, in the emotions she'd felt from him both at the time and when he thought about it were the same. The first Dalek they'd encountered had killed her, the next nearly destroyed her by forcing her to take in the Vortex, and after that they'd held her captive and threatened her, they'd tried to attack her in Solomon's camp, they'd led to the Doctor thinking she was dead in the Crucible...all that rage, all those times the Daleks had been present and she'd been in danger, this was what the Doctor had felt at those times.
But then he understood the feelings, the rage, the Mating instinct to protect his Mate.
Now, he had no idea why he felt so angry at them, why he blamed them for something (something he couldn't remember), why he wanted to wipe them out. Because they'd hurt her in the past. He could remember they had, but he couldn't remember the emotion behind it on his part, he couldn't remember how he'd reacted or what he'd felt when it happened.
She was confused, how could he still feel that anger if he didn't remember feeling it in the past? How could it be the same feeling?
"I must protest!" Bracewell shouted.
"What are you waiting for?" the Doctor spat, "You hate me. You hate Angel. You want to kill us. Well, go on! Kill me. Kill me!" he hit it again.
"Doctor, be careful!" Amy grabbed him, yanking him back.
"Please desist from striking me," the Dalek said, "I am your soldier."
"You are our enemy!" he cried, striking it, "And we are yours! You are everything we despise! The worst thing in all creation. Angel has defeated you twice, destroyed you time and time again, destroyed herself to do it. I've defeated you, sent you back into the Void! We saved the whole of reality from you!"
"Doctor no!" Angel gasped, a feeling flashing through her at where his words were going, feeling the need to stop him, but it was too late.
"I am the Doctor! And you are the Daleks!" he kicked the Dalek till it rolled backwards.
"Correct," the Dalek agreed, "Review testimony."
"'I am the Doctor. And you are the Daleks!'" the Doctor's voice repeated.
"Testimony?" the Doctor breathed, "What are you talking about, testimony?"
"Transmitting testimony now," the second Dalek ordered.
"Transmit what, where?"
~8~
In a Dalek spaceship, hiding on the far side of the moon, a third Dalek stuck its plunger arm to a receiver, "Receiving testimony now."
A small Dalek-shaped device was suspended by two metal bars in a cubicle behind him, 'I am the Doctor. And you are the Daleks!' echoed through the room as the testimony repeated.
The lights on the device began to flash and it beeped.
"Progenitor activated. Testimony accepted! Testimony accepted!"
A/N: Lol, Angel is just too sweet, getting the TARDIS to ease up on the Doctor. I can say that there might be a small Thella moment in the next chapter ;) And we'll see another Angel-theory on what might have happened to the Doctor in the last chapter for this episode too :) Idk why, but this episode wasn't my favorite, so if it's not quite up to par, that's probably why :)
Some notes on reviews (thanks for this you guys! It really cheered me up :))...
I really love all the old companions too and I'm going to try and bring them in and reference them as much as I can. We'll probably only see Jack and Torchwood in this story, but the others will be mentioned quite a bit. Afterwards though, I see them appearing a lot in Series 6 and beyond :) Thanks! I just try to give a little unique and more detailed spin to the stories with the original scenes :)
I can say that Jack and Angel's human family will find out what happened with the Doctor at some point, they'll reacted...in quite a variety of ways :) I have no idea who I get the emotion across, I think I just write till I feel like crying and then go back and edit it to make sure it makes sense :) This story should be finished on the 24th of August (I think) or possibly between then and the 26th of August (I'm debating how to break up the Torchwood chapters, so far just 2) :)
Is it bad that I'm actually happy its turning out to be so heartbreaking for readers? :/ Lol, makes me feel like I'm doing a good job if I'm making you sad as well as I have been able to make you happy :) I can't wait for Rory either :) I can say that the TARDIS will have...interesting reactions to River :) I completely understand about Proffy/Angel, Proffy was always my favorite...till I got to Angel, and now I think Angel might be just because we get to see her journey towards becoming amazing (even if it seems to have hit a roadblock at the moment), but the Professor will always have a special place in my heart both as my first OC and my first Time Lady :) Thanks! I'll definitely be trying to keep them all unique, TL 4 is, without a doubt (in my outlines so far) the most different TL that I've thought up compared to the Professor/Evy/Angel :)
I like to think I might cry if I wasn't the author. I feel like I almost cried writing it and got little prickles of tears as I read through to edit it, so I think I might cry if it wasn't my story too :) Angel's just so sweet that you can't help but feel as hurt as she is :)
All I can say about him remembering/the bond being there is that...the mind is a VERY powerful thing, even more so for Time Lords. Like...with the memory of the Mating and everything they endured towards finishing the process missing, his mind has fooled him into thinking all the bonds he made with Angel are missing too. His mind can't hear her because it's blocking her, because it doesn't remember forging that bond in the first place, same with the emotional bond, (the physical one is a bit more tricky since it's his soul and not his mind, but the mind is more in control of him so that's why he's not feeling much towards Angel as well). I can say if Angel really pushes (like in Eleventh Hour) he gets a pressure in his mind of her pressing on his mental walls, if she's is feeling something VERY strongly (even more strongly than her heartbreak, and we WILL see something of that coming up in the saga) then he might just get a flash of it :) I just think Time Lord minds are very powerful, like...the Doctor was dying in Berlin and (I think, or at least how I interpreted the episode) he was able to will himself to ignore the pain and sort of trick himself into thinking that he'd be fine for the half hour he had and acted just fine for most of it :)
I think Angel's worried and scared of approaching him about the Mating. To her, she said it to his face and he just sort of waved it off. If she sat him down and said it, with him having absolutely NO memory of any of it, I think she's afraid he might laugh or start to treat her like some girl who has a crush on him that he pities :( But I agree, I can't wait for Rory just because he's awesome, and Jack will really help remind Angel of how amazing she is :)
Very good theories :) We'll have to see what comes up in the story, I can say Angel has quite a few :) I have a lot planned for Vampires of Venice and what Angel suggests will really begin quite an important relationship :) As for the Lodger, it'll be...interesting :) I can say that it won't be like in the Academic Series, but there'll be much more happening than how it did in the Lunar Cycle :)
I can say the Doctor's Wife will have a different title, and that Idris can be really scary when she wants to be -shivers- ^-^ But we'll have to see if the Doctor might remember the Mating by then, either way Idris/the TARDIS would still be mad it happened in the first place :) Donna and Jack are the best! I really can't wait for all the companions to start showing up more :) And Jack will have quite a few extreme reactions to the Doctor ;) Lol, you can take comfort in the fact that I will likely NEVER spilt any future stories for DW up into 3 chapters (it'll only be Angel's) so it'll be a bit better in the future :) Yup, there WILL be a moment where we get 10 AND 9! Woo! And it will happen in this saga (not this story though). But what it is and how it happens and why, I won't say }:)