Victory of the Daleks: The Progenitor
"Testimony accepted!" the second Dalek cried in the lab, receiving the report from the Dalek in the ship.
"Get back!" Angel called, pulling the Doctor back from it as he stood there in shock and confusion, "All of you get back!"
"Marines!" Winston shouted, sensing a change in the situation, a change in the Ironsides, "Marines! Get in here!" two marines entered, guns at the ready, about to open fire, but one of the Daleks simply fired, killing them both.
"Stop it!" Bracewell ordered, alarmed that the things he'd created had turned on them, "Stop it, please! What are you doing? You are my Ironsides!"
"We are the Daleks!" the Dalek replied.
"But I created you!"
"No," it shot off Bracewell's hand, sending the man staggering back into a desk, his hand...only a stump of wires and circuits which made everyone stare at him in shock, Bracewell was a robot!
"We created you!" the Dalek cried.
"Victory!" they chanted, "Victory! Victory!" before teleporting away.
"What just happened?" Amy panted in shock, not sure what had happened and...feeling rather foolish. She hadn't listened to the Time Lords, no one had, when they'd tried to warn them of the Daleks, of their true evil origins, they hadn't listened at all...and now the aliens were being proven right. The Daleks had turned on them, clearly they'd had some sort of ulterior plot and the Time Lords had been right not to trust them as easily as the humans had.
"I wanted to know what they wanted, what their plan was," the Doctor muttered, "I was their plan!" he looked at Angel who held up her hands.
"I can't see everything," she reminded him.
He supposed he should have expected that, the last thing anyone wanted to see was the Daleks. He wouldn't blame her for not wanting to see the future that was coming with their enemies there. He sighed and ran out of the room, Angel following.
"Hey!" Amy shouted before following after them.
~8~
The Progenitor device flashed faster as the two other Daleks joined the third, all coming to a stop before the device, eyeing it and scanning it to ensure it was properly working.
"Commencing Phase Two," the third Dalek reported, "The Progenitor is activated! It begins!"
~8~
The Doctor and Angel raced through the base, past soldiers who had come into the hall to see what the shouting was about, making their way back into the storage room and over to the TARDIS, "'Testimony accepted!'" the Doctor repeated, "That's what they said! My testimony."
"Don't beat yourself up," Amy called, managing to catch up to them, Winston panting a distance behind her, "You were right," the Doctor unlocked the TARDIS doors and Angel rushed in first, both of them knowing that, when time was of the essence, it was best to let her do what she did with the TARDIS, he wasn't going to risk the Daleks getting away because he hit the wrong button, which he admittedly did quite often, "What do we do? Is this what we do now? Chase after them?"
"This is what Angel and I do," he turned in the middle of the doorway to stop Amy following.
"What, so I can't come?" Amy scoffed, "Why does she get to go?"
She knew she was being childish to ask that, she knew that Angel was a Time Lady like the Doctor was a Time Lord, she knew that Angel was a better pilot than the Doctor was when it came to the box and that the box seemed to like Angel more than the Doctor at the moment. But why should she sit back? She could help! He'd asked her to come with him, he knew what she was capable of then, what she could handle. She hadn't joined him just to sit off to the side.
"Because she's a Time Lady," the Doctor countered.
"And I'm a human."
"And you didn't know the Daleks."
"And I do now."
"But I can't trust you," the Doctor snapped, startling Amy, "I can't trust you not to fall for their tricks Amy," he explained, thinking of Rose and how she'd fallen for the Dalek's trick and Angel had regenerated as a result. He shook his head, rubbing his chest as his hearts tugged at the memory for some reason, "Daleks always have another plan, always have some trick up their...sleeves," he paused, trying to think if that phrase still applied when Daleks didn't wear coats or shirts, but shook his head again, "I can't trust that you won't fall for it."
"And Angel won't?" she tried to argue, even though she knew it was a rubbish counter. She just...she wanted to go!
"She's psychic," he reminded her, "She'd see through it a mile away, and THAT is what I need Amelia Pond. I just need Angel."
Amy eyed him closely at the words, the tone...the tone he'd said it in, it didn't match his expression. He sounded like he was saying that the only thing he'd ever need in the entire Universe was Angel, but his expression seemed to be him just commenting on the situation at hand, as though he were simply trying to explain why Angel would be useful at the moment and not making a startling and deep statement. It didn't fit...it didn't match. Which was it? The tone that implied there was more to his relationship with Angel than he let on, or the expression that was regretful she couldn't come.
She didn't know. But she was going to go with the second one. He'd said, insisted really, that he and Angel were just friends, which was just as well, because she was rather eager to try and get the Doctor alone to...talk...about somethings that had been on her mind for a while.
"And it's dangerous," he continued, both the tone and expression gone so she couldn't even analyze it more, "So wait here."
"What, so you mean I've got to stay safe down here in the middle of the London Blitz?" Amy continued as Winston came up behind her.
"Safe as it gets around me," he waved and stepped into the TARDIS.
Amy and Winston watched as it disappeared, "What does he expect us to do now?" Amy huffed, crossing her arms.
"KBO, of course," Winston replied.
"What?"
"Keep buggering on!"
~8~
The Doctor and Angel ran around the controls, both of them far too focused to notice that the TARDIS was keeping true to her promise and not mucking up the Doctor's efforts. Though Angel doubted the box would, even if she was cross with the Doctor the TARDIS would not take any risks when it came to Daleks. She shook her head, she couldn't think about that now, she had to remain focused on the controls, and ran about, setting up everything to fly while the Doctor checked the monitor, locking onto the Dalek ship.
"Bingo!" he cheered, hitting a button and pulling a lever, the TARDIS on a direct path to the ship.
~8~
Breen entered the war room with a paper in hand, "Prime Minister..."
"Yes?" he looked up from where he was quietly speaking with Amy about what the Time Lords might possibly be doing.
"Signal from RDF, sir," she handed him it, "Unidentified object. Hanging in the sky, Captain Childers says. We can't get a proper fix, though. It's too far up."
"What do you think, Miss Pond? The Doctor and his friend are in trouble and now we know where they are."
"Yeah," Amy nodded, grinning, "'Cos they'll be on that ship, won't they? Right in the middle of everything."
"Exactly!"
~8~
An air raid warden was watching from the rooftop as more bombs fell that night, sighing as he looked out on the city that was sitting in darkness, sad that it had come to this, that war had to happen. It was terrible. He knew there must be so many children out there, some wandering the streets, he'd seen them, others with their parents, staying in London despite the possible bombs that could fall on them. To live in such fear...he'd assume quite a few people had taken refuge in the cathedrals, in their home made bomb shelters that likely wouldn't help them all that much if a real bomb did fall nearby. But he supposed hope was better than anything.
He did feel for the children though, to live in a constant state of fear, not knowing what was coming, just that the sirens meant you needed to hide. It was terrible. A terrible time.
He looked over, continuing his observations, to see someone with their lights still on in a nearby building, violating the blackout, "Oi! Put that light out!" he shouted at them.
The light switched off, which made him grin and nod, not many people would argue with an air raid warden, especially not when their light was bright enough to lure the Nazis to them.
~8~
The three Daleks watched as the Progenitor device continued to run, unwilling to turn away or depart from that room, unwilling to risk their last effort at restoring their proud empire fail, "The final phase commences, channel all reserve power to Progenitor," the first Dalek reported.
The TARDIS materialized in a storage room behind them and they immediately turned their top halves, detecting it not only in the spike in Artron Energy on their readings but by the noise. Their eyestalks stopped, seeing the Doctor emerge from the box with Angel just slightly behind him, the man rubbing his hands together, "How about that cuppa now, then?" he smiled.
"It is the Doctor and the Angel! Exterminate!"
"Wait, wait, wait, I wouldn't if I were you!" he pulled out a little, yellow, round button with a red middle, "Had Angel whip up a TARDIS self-destruct. And you know what that means. Our ship...my ship goes, you all go with it."
~oOo~
"We're in space," Angel said gently, putting a hand on Donna's shoulder, something in her just told her to be kind to the woman, not to shout at her. While the woman was loud herself and defensive and upset, it was understandable, but...she could tell there was something more to it, something that ran deeper, "Outer space."
"This is my...well, I suppose our," he smiled at Angel, "Spaceship."
"I like that," Angel commented, "OUR spaceship. Our TARDIS."
He just reached out and took her hand from Donna's shoulder, holding it in his own, squeezing it lightly as his thumb stroked her knuckles. Technically the TARDIS had become theirs the moment Angel had bonded to it in the TARDIS after Christmas. But to say it, out loud, that it was THEIR home...his hearts felt like they were going to burst.
~oOo~
He held the button up higher, "You want to risk that?"
"You would not use such a device," the second Dalek twitched.
"Try me," he challenged, when the first Dalek began to roll forwards, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," he stepped up as well, moving just a little in front of Angel, something in him not letting him risk her around the Daleks, "No scans! No nothing! One move and I'll destroy us all, you got that? TARDIS bang-bang, Daleks boom!" it rolled back, "Good boy," he glanced at Angel, handing her the device to hold onto so he could look back at the instrument panels now that she had a bit more protection against them with his back turned, "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. Angel stopped you."
He smiled at that, that had been an event. He remembered being locked in a holding field, Rose Tyler in the cell next to him, Davros before them both, with the Daleks surrounding them. His other companions and Mickey and Jackie had been there, all of them alarmed, all of them believing that the Universe would be destroyed, when the TARDIS appeared and another him ran out, shortly followed by Donna when he'd been attacked. Donna had been hurt, Davros about to commence his plans again, when Angel appeared. She'd accessed the Vortex, which was good, she'd been dying he recalled. He'd tried to help her, being a doctor, of course he would. But she had been about to die, till the Vortex kicked in along with her regeneration. She was able to stop the Daleks and regenerate, which was fantastic. It would have been terrible to be the last of the Time Lords again.
Angel was nice, she was fun to have around, and her abilities made her a great asset on his adventures. It had been a hard year, to watch her dying like she had been, oddly enough, looking back on it thought, it felt like it hadn't been that long at all. Like it was all just a blur, which was understandable as it was a terrible time and not one anyone would want to remember in detail. It had been good that Donna was there, the ginger woman was always there for Angel, helping him take care of her. Still, there was no point in dwelling on it now, Angel was just fine and healthy again.
"One ship survived," first Dalek said, pulling his attention back.
"And you fell back through time, yes? Crippled? Dying?"
"We picked up a trace," the second replied, "One of the Progenitor devices."
"Progenitor? What's that when it's at home?"
"It is our past. And our future."
"Oh, that's deep," the Doctor glanced at Angel, "That is deep for a Dalek," he frowned though, seeing her shifting uncomfortably, but he understood he supposed, she didn't have the best experience with Daleks, not that anyone really did, but that was fine. He'd take care of everything and they'd be fine, he had a thing in mind and he doubted the Daleks would one-up him, "What does it mean, though?" he turned back to them.
"It contains pure Dalek DNA, thousands were created, all were lost, save one," the third said.
"Ok, but there's still one thing I don't get, though, if you've got the Progenitor, why build Bracewell?"
"It was...necessary," the second began.
"But why?" and then he smiled, working it out, "I get it. Oh, I get it! I get it. Oh, ho, this is rich!" he started laughing, "The Progenitor wouldn't recognize you, would it? It saw you as impure, the DNA is unrecognizable as Dalek."
"A solution was devised."
"Yes, yes, yes. Me. My testimony. So you set a trap, you knew that the Progenitor would recognize me, well, us. One of the Daleks' greatest enemies! It would accept my word or Angel's. Our recognition of you."
"You are incorrect," the third Dalek stated.
"Really?" he scoffed, "About what sweetheart?"
"The abomination's testimony would be rejected!"
The Doctor frowned at that word, he remembered Angel being called it quite a few times by the Daleks, and every time, every single time it always bothered him, even more so when Rassilon had called her one as well. Angel was nothing like an abomination. She was kind and sweet and compassionate and always trying to help. So what if she had the Vortex inside her? She had proven that it wouldn't corrupt her. She had proven she had enough control over it to keep it from hurting people, and she used it to help, to save lives. If that was abominable then the Universe had gone mad and needed to buy a better dictionary.
Just as he was about to counter to that, he noticed the second Dalek turn to a set of controls behind it, so he quickly reached out to Angel and took her hand holding the device, pulling her over to him and holding it out, both their hands on it as she had been too shocked by the sudden move to let go. He inhaled sharply at a...familiar scent striking his nose...unsure of where he could place it, but...it was nice, made him feel warm...fuzzy, but in a good way, in a very nice way really. He looked over, his eyes connecting with Angel's as her grey eyes, really quite...quite lovely, like...liquid silver...stared back into his. They were standing close together, they had to be, he hadn't let go of her hand and they were both holding the device with their right hands, her back was to his front and...for one brief moment...he felt a sense of familiarity of the position. His left arm twitched, as though wanting to wrap around her waist and pull her closer...
Before he snapped his head to the Daleks, shaking it, having no idea where that sudden wave of emotion had come from, it was...unsettling, he shouldn't be feeling that for Angel. He...he didn't feel that for Angel. She was a friend. Yes. A good friend, his mate...he winced at the word...his friend, his very good friend, a fellow Time Lord, and that was it.
Angel closed her eyes a moment, hearing his inner monologue about her, and let go of the button, stepping away from the Doctor so he wouldn't be so...she didn't know the word, awkward and uncomfortable around her? It should have stopped hurting by now, shouldn't it? Shouldn't she have been numb to the pain by now? That was how it worked wasn't it? You got hurt so often that you were able to ignore the pain, that you couldn't feel it? Granted it hadn't been that long since she'd realized what had happened to the Doctor and what he thought of her now, but it had hurt more than anything. Shouldn't that have stopped, faded, dulled? Anything? She swallowed, she knew the answer to that. No. Not it hadn't. And no it wouldn't. As long as she loved the Doctor it would still hurt each and every time he denied her and how close they'd been.
And that was the catch wasn't it? As long as she loved him it would hurt, and she was sure, not even needing any of her abilities to know, that she would always love him.
"No, no, no," the Doctor shook his head, whether at his thoughts or at the Daleks she wasn't sure, but she opened her eyes and he was looking at the Daleks again, "What are you doing?"
"Withdraw now, Doctor, or the city dies in flames," the third called.
"Who are you kidding? This ship is a wreck, you don't have the power to destroy London."
"Watch as the humans destroy themselves," the second Dalek placed a sucker on the controls, and the ship lowered a dish towards the Earth, sending out a stream of energy.
~8~
The warden watched, stunned, as the lights came on all over the city, "What the…no!"
~8~
"The generators won't switch off!" an officer cried in the war room, trying to switch off the lights that had come on all over the place, every single one, "The lights are on all across London, Prime Minister!"
"Has to be them," Amy said, "Has to be the Daleks."
"The Germans can see every inch of the city!" Winston gasped, "We're sitting ducks. Get those lights out before the Germans get here!" the officer ran to check the generators.
"Confirm, Squadron 244 and 56 mobilized," a woman called into a headset.
"Emergency, emergency, 109?" Breen called into the radio, "109, confirm?"
"Thousands will die if we don't get those lights out now," Winston remarked.
Breen swallowed as reports came through, "German bombers sighted over the Channel, sir. ETA 10 minutes, sir."
"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!" Amy shouted, "We've got to take the fight to the Daleks!"
"How? None of our weapons are a match for theirs."
"Oh, look, we must have something!" and then she blinked, "Oh! Staring us in the face! A gift! From the Daleks!"
~8~
"Turn those lights off now!" the Doctor yelled as Angel looked around, trying to find something that could help stop the Daleks or turn the lights off, "Turn London off or I swear I will use the TARDIS self-destruct!"
"Stalemate, Doctor," the second Dalek called his bluff, "Leave us, and return to Earth."
"Oh, that's it? That's your great victory? You leave?"
"Extinction is not an option. We shall return to our own time and begin again."
"No, no, no! I won't let you get away this time! I won't!"
Every time they did, it just hurt him all the more later, it always got worse, every time he faced the Daleks something more was lost.
There was a mechanical burst of noise and a soft humming began behind them, "We have succeeded!" the third Dalek cried, "DNA reconstruction is complete."
The Daleks glided back from the cubicle which was enveloped in red energy. The doors slid open, sparking, "Observe, Doctor, Angel, a new Dalek paradigm!" the second Dalek shouted as new, larger Daleks emerged from the smoke and steam, each in a different color, white, blue, yellow, orange, and red, "The Progenitor has fulfilled our new destiny. Behold, the restoration of the Daleks! The resurrection of the master race!"
~8~
Bracewell held a revolver in his good hand, about to place it to his head, when Amy and Winston ran into the lab, "Bracewell!" Winston cried, alarmed, "Put the gun down!"
"My life is a lie, and I choose to end it," he wept, his whole life up in flames, he was nothing more than a Dalek pawn, because of him a new war was about to be waged, one much worse than that against the Germans.
"In your own time, Paisley boy," Amy moved to stand next to him, "Because right now we need your help."
"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? What am I?"
"What you are, sir, is either on our side, or theirs," Winston replied, "Now, I don't give a damn if you're a machine, Bracewell...are you a man?"
"Listen to me," Amy gently took the gun from him, "I understand. Really, I do. Look, there is a spaceship up there lighting up London like a Christmas tree. Thousands of people will die tonight if we don't stop it, and you're the only one who can help take it down."
"I am?"
"You're alien technology. You're as clever as the Daleks are, so start thinking! What about rockets? You got rockets? 'Cos you said gravity whatsits, hypersonic flight, some kind of missile."
"This isn't a fireworks party, Miss Pond!" Winston chastised, "We need proper tactical...a missile...or..."
"Or what?"
"We could send something up there, you say?"
"With a gravity bubble, yes," Bracewell nodded, showing Winston his plans, "Theoretically it's possible we could actually send something into space."
"Bracewell...it's time to think big!"
~8~
"All hail the new Daleks!" the first Dalek cheered as the three Daleks moved back, standing before the new Daleks, in between them and the Time Lords, "All hail the new Daleks!"
"Yes, you are inferior!" the White Dalek stated, in a slightly deeper, more menacing voice.
"Yes."
"Then prepare."
"We are ready!" they said.
"Cleanse the unclean! Total obliteration! Disintegrate!"
The Blue Dalek took out the first and third Dalek while the Red Dalek shot the second one.
"Blimey, what do you do to the ones who mess up?" the Doctor asked.
"You are the Doctor and the Angel!" the White Dalek swiveled its eyestalk to look at them, "You must be exterminated!"
The Doctor held out the device, grabbing Angel's arm to instinctively pull her a little behind him, "Don't mess with me, sweetheart!"
~8~
Breen and the others were on the radio headphones, maneuvering the squadrons across a board while dust fell from the ceiling, the city above being bombed, "Advancing bombers approaching in strike formation," a voice over a speaker called, "Incendiary bombs have hit the East End of London."
Bracewell, his arm in a sling, entered the war room with a device on a wheeled office chair, a homemade headset on his head, "At last!" Winston cried, "Are they ready?"
"I hope so," he nodded, "But in the meantime..." he placed the device on the desk, a screen with control knobs, "This will pick up Dalek transmissions," he slapped the side and the Doctor, Angel, and the White Dalek appeared on the small black and white screen.
"We are the paradigm of a new Dalek Race," the White Dalek stated.
"It's them!" Amy shouted, "It's the Doctor and Angel!"
"Scientist, Strategist, Drone, Eternal, and the Supreme."
"Which would be you, I'm guessing?" the Doctor looked at the White Dalek, as Angel glanced over, almost looking like she could see them she was staring right at them, before she turned her head back to face the Daleks, "Well, you know, nice paint job. I'd be feeling pretty swish if I looked like you. Pretty 'Supre-eme.'"
"They've got company," Amy frowned, "New company. We've got to hurry up!"
A phone rang and Bracewell answered it, "Yes? Right. Right, thanks!" he hung up, "Ready when you are, Prime Minister."
"Splendid!" Winston cheered.
"Spaceship's exact coordinates located!"
"Go to it, Group Captain!" he gave the order, "Go to it!"
"Broadsword to Danny Boy!" the captain called to the team, "Broadsword to Danny Boy! Scramble! Scramble! Scramble!"
~8~
"Question is, what do we do now?" the Doctor continued, "Either you turn off your clever machine or I'll blow you and your new paradigm into eternity."
"And yourselves," the White Dalek stated.
The Doctor tensed at that, his grip on Angel's arm tightening a bit at the thought, before he shrugged, "Occupational hazard."
"Scan reveals nothing!" the Blue Dalek reported, "TARDIS self-destruct device nonexistent!"
"Alright," the Doctor bit the cookie in his hand, "It's a Jammie Dodger, but I was promised tea!"
"Brilliant!" Angel shouted suddenly, a wide grin on her face.
The Doctor looked at her a moment, confused as to what she was so happy about, when a siren sounded.
"Alert!" the Blue Dalek turned to a scanner, "Unidentified projectile approaching!" the Doctor glanced at a second scanner, "Correction. Multiple projectiles!"
"What have the humans done?" the White asked.
"I don't know," the Doctor said, looking at Angel, who was beaming.
"Been their brilliant old selves," Angel cheered.
"Explain!" the White demanded, "Explain! Explain!"
"Danny Boy to the Doctor!" a pilot called over the speaker, "Danny Boy to the Doctor! Are you receiving me? Over."
"Oh, Winston!" the Doctor laughed, "You beauty!"
Angel ran to a window, looking out as RAF fighter plane attacked the Dalek ship.
"Danny Boy to the Doctor! Come in. Over."
"Loud and clear, Danny Boy! Big dish, side of the ship, blow it up! Over!"
"Exterminate the Doctor!" the White shouted.
Angel ran back to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the TARDIS just ahead of the Dalek fire, a golden wall appearing behind them to keep them safe as they ran.
~8~
"You heard him, Group Captain!" Winston called, "Target that dish! Send in all we've got!"
Amy watched the action on the screen, "4-4 to Danny Boy, target the dish and stop that signal," the captain ordered.
"Over. Understood, sir. Over," the pilot replied, "You can count on us! Over."
"Oh, good luck, lads!" a woman called.
~8~
"Ok, chaps, let's put London back under cover of darkness," the pilot called over the speaker, "Tally ho!" the squadron began to fire at the Dalek ship and the dish, "Cover my back, going in close!" but the Dalek ship fired back, "Pull out, pull out!"
One of the planes was shot down.
~8~
Everyone gathered around the screen, watching the events, listening in, "We've lost Jubilee, sir!" the pilot reported, "Over."
Breen looked on in worry.
"Beam still active, sir," the group captain added.
"Then send them in again!" Winston shouted.
~8~
The planes regrouped and attacked again, only to be attacked in return, "'Flintlock's down sir, and the dish seems to be protected. Over."
~8~
"Shields intact, pulse still active," the Blue Dalek reported.
~8~
"Danny Boy to the Doctor...only me left now," a voice spoke over the speaker of the TARDIS, "Anything you can do, sir? Over."
The Doctor picked up a small microphone and spoke into it while Angel ran to set the controls, having a better idea of what the TARDIS could do and what had to be done to get there, "The Doctor to Danny Boy...the Doctor to Danny Boy. We can disrupt the Dalek shields, but not for long. Over."
"Good show, Doctor, go to it. Over. Going in, wish me luck. Over."
~8~
Danny Boy went in for one last approach as the Doctor joined Angel in frantically working the controls.
~8~
"Shields deactivated!" the Yellow Dalek called as Danny Boy destroyed the beam.
"Energy pulse destroyed!" the Red reported.
~8~
"Direct hit, sir!" he pilot called to the war room and everyone burst out into cheers as the lights dimmed around them, half of them going off.
~8~
The warden watched as the lights went back out and sighed in relief, "Thank the Lord!" he raised his fist to the sky, "Do your worst, Adolf!"
~8~
Angel smiled, hearing the report that the dish had been destroyed...when her grin began to fade...
'...Bracewell is a bomb...'
...a circular pad divided into five sections on Bracewell's chest glowed blue, but then one turned yellow...
'...it's not working, I can't stop it!...'
Angel shook her head, oh that was not good...
"Danny Boy to the Doctor...going in for another attack," Danny Boy called over the speaker.
"The Doctor to Danny Boy," the Doctor grinned, "The Doctor to Danny Boy. Destroy this ship! Over."
"What about you, Doctor?"
"We'll be ok."
"Doctor," Angel called as the White Dalek appeared on the monitor.
"Doctor!" it shouted, "Call off your attack!"
"Ah ha, what? And let you scuttle off back to the future? No fear. This is the end for you. The final end!"
"Call off the attack, or we will destroy the Earth."
"I'm not stupid, mate! You've just played your last card!"
"Bracewell is a bomb."
A/N: Ok...so, question for anyone who's seen Torchwood (or read the TW crossovers), if you could pick one person to be immortal with Jack, would it be his brother Gray or his beloved Ianto? Random, I know, I was just hanging with my sister and her boyfriend the other night and he asked her that 'who would you save from a burning building,' (me or your sister) question (I was SO touched that she said me, because 'she could always find another boyfriend, but she couldn't find another sister,' which he actually agreed to (because he has brothers of his own), I now approve of him) and, for some reason, probably because my mind is always on DW, I started thinking about Jack (and Ianto and Gray), how they're both alive now in this story but both human and both so important to Jack. It made me wonder, if one of them could be with him forever, which would it be? I feel like he lost so much time with Gray that he'd want his family to be with him forever (that was one of his fears in Children of Earth), but then again, he nearly lost Ianto and his family would live on through Stephen (now that he's alive yay!) so I was just wondering what your opinions might be :)
Did you like the little Thella moment? :) Completely ruined by the Doctor...sorry to have gotten your hopes up and then ripped your hearts out moments later }:) Lol, I'm so evil ^-^ But next chapter we get another Angel-theory :)
And you guys! Wow! We're almost halfway to the next sneak peek! How awesome are you? Pretty darn awesome! ^-^
Also, today will be the last day to vote for the J/Link spin-off for anyone who's interested :) I'll announce the winner in tomorrow's chapter :)
Some notes on reviews...
Lol, I think Jack and Rory would be leading the pack :)
I semi-don't blame the Doctor, just because I know what happened though :) No worries at all, NO Angel/Rory romance, at all, never. He'll have a very close relationship to her that makes it a bit wrong for her to do that (like Donna and Jack, hint hint :)). Angel won't fall in love with him, she will love him in her own way but she loves all her companions (and the Doctor's) very much :) Jealous Doctor will be fun :) We saw a bit of protective Doctor here, we'll see more of him pop up throughout the series...I think it's more of a he wants to protect her but something keeps holding him back from doing it. Lol, oh Clara, big things planned for her, as for Vincent and the Doctor, Vincent will still be focused on Amy but there will be little things he does around Angel that get to the Doctor (...like even that small of a thing from another man who might be even slightly interested will cause reactions).
Yup, 10 and 9 together in the saga WITH 11! ^-^ I won't say how it happens though :) That won't be happening in the Lunar Cycle or Academic Series though, nope. It's more a twist that could only sort of apply to this story :) Oh River, (River, River, River,) she'll be...interesting. It'll be an...odd time for the Doctor. Keep in mind, he remembers she was a bit cold to Angel, but...he also remembers that River knows his name(!) and he remembers there's only one time he can tell his name but doesn't remember that Angel knows it too! -gasp- O.O So that will influence his reactions to River (but I won't say how) }:)
Lol, that would be interesting to see 10 go Oncoming Storm on his future self :) I could see 11 listening more to 10 because, why would he lie to himself or make that up? I think it might be painful too, since he's forgotten so much, to remember it would probably make him black out on top of being able to feel Angel's pain once he remembered he could (if he remembers lol). I'm sorry your foot is broken! I hope it heals quickly and you're able to get up and about soon! I once hurt my back shovelling snow after a big blizzard once and couldn't get out of bed for a week...drove me insane. Thankfully my laptop was still alive then :) I can see the amnesia affecting Angel if/when he remembers too :) No worries, I'm following you just fine ;) Oh 10 finding out would be so epic, I can say that he will. 10 will find out that 11 forgot her and...possible encounter an 11 who doesn't remember she's his Mate too, somehow, someway, some...when lol. I won't say exactly what it will all be though }:) I don't think it would turn her mean, she's just...too nice :) I think what Amy said was true about the Star Whale, that being lonely and hurt can make you kinder. I can say it will affect Angel negatively in a way, but it won't make her mean or cold or cruel :) I have no idea why she's not in the show lol :) Thanks! I'm glad you think Moffat would like her and the twist, that means a lot! :') I'm hoping we get to see pregnant Proffy too :)
Oh Idris and Rory are my favorites to write because of all this. And the reactions of Angel's family when they find out...extreme in quite a few ways :) And River, oh boy we'll be getting to her soon won't we? I can't wait! :)
Lol, I agree the Doctor does need a good smack. Donna will definitely be appearing a few times in the saga, won't say when though :) And the cow comment, omg, I died laughing at that imagining what all the TLs would say about it :)
I think Rose would punch him, yeah...I think even his 10th self would damn the laws of paradoxes and try to punch himself too :) And, depending on the Angel travelling with them, I could see her being confused as to why he just punched himself lol :)
I won't say if the Doctor remembers in Series 6 (if he remembers at all lol), but I agree, I didn't like how the Doctor just fell for River after everything she did to him. It wasn't believable at all. I can say there'll be an Oncoming Storm moment against River, but I won't say when or what for :) Angel will definitely have a strong reaction to River being there, but it might not be what people expect }:) But I can say the TARDIS might just be a bit like (and worse than) she was to Clara to River :) Angel will have bad feelings throughout that and she will be ignored at one point, but I won't say by who (or if it's more than one person) :)
It's no problem at all :) I'm happy to help in any way I can :) So, just to give some thoughts (you don't need to listen to them if you don't want to :))...for trying to balance serious Dean with carefree Dean, maybe Piper could comment on it whenever he gets too serious, like she cracks some remark (for some reason I'm picturing a Dean-like/sassy remark) about it to ease the tense/strict situation and get him to lighten up. That way, he doesn't seem too uncaring because she was the one to tell him to lighten up so when he does it's mostly a result of her instead of not seeming like he cares. ...if that made sense? I think it's realistic that Dean would have a slightly different personality if he had a younger sister as well as a brother. I believe you act differently with different siblings, so being a father figure to Sam wasn't needed, but being a father figure to her might be, so it might just be how he's always been (in that story-Universe) that he's just a little more strict having to watch 2 siblings instead of one. As for personality, I've found that sometimes the personality comes out best in how the character just reacts around others, their actions and thoughts on things. It sort of develops and becomes clear as the story goes the more the readers see the OC and what they think of things and what they are going to do and why.
For Sam, maybe adding his thoughts on the relationship he missed out on could help bring him into it more, showing he regrets some things and wants a relationship like that again with his sister could help him strive to forge one with her or mend what's already there. Perhaps giving them something to bond over that Dean wouldn't could help him have his own unique relationship that can build up to the one Dean and Piper have. Like...maybe Piper was the one doing most of the research on hunts because Sam wasn't there, they could bond over that and share a closeness because of it that Dean doesn't quite have sort of thing. Or...when Sam has nightmares of Jessica (if you go with the traumatized by a past hunt) she could empathize with the nightmares as she might still have them after certain hunts, so they could bond over that and help each other get through them. It could also open up some Dean-Piper-Sam bonding by Dean trying to comfort the two of them or something :)
Witch vs werewolf, to me (just an opinion) I feel like werewolf might be more traumatic for a child to experience, such a vicious animal that has no control over itself that you can't predict what it'll do...could be very terrifying for a kid to face. But then again, I think witches are more common in Supernatural so if you wanted it to be a more reoccurring fear they can be pretty dangerous too (since you can't really guess who a witch is by sight, they can attack you from a distance, you never know when they'll attack as opposed to a werewolf on the moon cycle etc.) For independence, perhaps on some hunts, if they split up, she could go a third way, that way you can follow her and see what she encounters and how she handles it alone? Or perhaps a moment or two where the boys don't want her involved in something and she holds her own against them (or walks off but later returns) and saves their behinds later :) No worries at all, about the advice or the length, I'm happy to help :)