This chapter is the wrap-up of "Victory of the Daleks". I won't be writing every episode with just extra bits but meeting the Daleks is an important step for every companion so I felt it was necessary. This took me forever to write but I hope it was worth it.
Abbey Who Chapter Four
"Listen to me. Just listen! The Daleks have no conscience, no mercy, no pity. They are my oldest and deadliest enemy. You cannot trust them!" The word 'Dalek' seemed familiar but Abigail couldn't place it.
"If Hitler invaded Hell, I would give a favourable reference to the Devil! These machines are our salvation!"
As much as she hated to think badly of a dead man, Winston's ignorance was getting on her nerves. Why wouldn't he believe The Doctor?
There was a sound of sirens and Winston announced, "Oh, the all-clear. We are safe. For now." And with that he left, the Dalek following.
"Doctor, it's the all-clear. Are you okay?" Amy asked before Abigail had a chance to enquire about her suspicions.
"What does hate look like, Amy?" The Doctor asked.
"Hate?"
"It looks like a Dalek. And I'm going to prove it."
Abigail followed The Doctor out of the room but Amy just rolled her eyes and turned to a male officer working there.
"Doctor?" she said.
"Yes?"
"You said the Daleks were your 'oldest and deadliest enemy'. I couldn't help but wonder… are they who the war was against? The Time War…?"
He cleared his throat, "Yes. They survived."
"I'm sorry…"
"Don't be. It's not your fault, it's mine."
"No. No it isn't. I don't know what happened during The Time War or what happened after but nothing would convince me that it was your fault."
He smiled but didn't say anything. A few seconds later, Amy came striding down the corridor and caught up with them.
"What're you two chattin' about?"
"Nothing," he answered. "Excuse me, where could I find Professor Bracewell?" The Doctor asked an apparent secretary.
"Just around the corner. First door on the left."
"Thank you."
As soon as they arrived The Doctor began inspecting the room and Abigail sat down on a metal chair. She had a feeling this is how things would be most days.
"Alright, Prof. The PM's been filling me in. Amazing things, these Ironsides of yours. Amazing. You must be very proud of them," The Doctor told Edwin. Trying a new tactic was probably a good idea considering how it had gone with 'The PM'.
"Just doing my bit," Edwin replied proudly.
"Not bad for a paisley boy," Amy said, picking up a large spanner.
The Doctor sat down and began reading a file he'd taken.
"Yes, I thought I detected a familiar cadence, my dear," Edwin said to Amy.
"How did you do it? Come up with the idea?" The Doctor asked, cutting to the chase.
"How does the muse of invention come to anyone?" he replied brightly.
The Doctor tossed the file behind him, "Get a lot of these clever notions do you?"
"Well ideas just seem to teem from my head," he answered. Sure they do. "Wonderful things! Like . . . let me show you," Edwin finished, showing them more files.
"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."
This didn't seem like human technology but definitely not the technology of World War II England.
"Bit advanced . . ." Abigail said sceptically.
"Well, thank you, my dear."
The Doctor forced a smile before quickly becoming serious, "And are these your ideas or theirs?"
"No, no, no, no. These robots are entirely under my control, Doctor. They are - thank you," A Dalek had brought him some tea and Abigail couldn't help but grin.
Oh great, now she was the one with the inappropriately timed humour.
"The perfect servant and the perfect warrior," Edwin finished.
"I don't know what you're up to, Professor, but whatever they've promised, you cannot trust them! Call them what you like, the Daleks are death!"
"Yes, Doctor. Death to our enemies! Death to the forces of darkness, and death to the Third Reich!" boomed Winston as he and another Dalek entered.
"Yes, Winston, and death to everyone else too!"
"Mr. Churchill, just listen to him – he's your friend. Why don't you believe him?" Abigail asked, her tone wearing a coat of patience to hide her inner fury.
"Because I know for a fact that they will win us the war."
The anger boiled inside her and she felt like she was going to explode. Now is not the time to lash out – and certainly not to the Prime Minister, she told herself.
"Would you care for some tea?" The Dalek asked The Doctor.
The Doctor knocked the tray and cup to the floor in anger, "Stop this! What are you doing here? What do you want?"
"We seek only to help you."
"To do what?"
"To win the war."
"Really? 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? Okay." The Doctor turned around and grabbed a giant spanner. Please don't do something stupid. They're dangerous and he'll wind up killed.
"Okay, soldier. Defend yourself!"
The Doctor hit the Dalek with the spanner, the loud bang echoing through the room. God, for the smartest person she'd ever met he was so stupid, Abigail discovered.
"Doctor, what the devil?" Edwin panicked.
"You do not require tea?" The Dalek asked.
"Oh lord…" Abigail mumbled, "Doctor, stop, you'll only make it angry."
"But this doesn't make sense!" he punctuated with hitting the spanner off the metal. Abigail felt vibrations in her teeth.
"Stop it! Prime Minister, please," Edwin begged.
"Doctor, please, these machines are precious."
The Doctor ignored him, "What are you waiting for? You hate me. You want to kill me. Well, go on! Kill me. Kill me!" He whacked the Dalek again.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Abigail screamed.
"Doctor, be careful!" Amy shouted, pushing him away.
"Please desist from striking me. I am your soldier," The Dalek requested.
"You are my enemy!" He continued to punctuate with hits, "And I am yours! You are everything I despise! The worst thing in all creation. I've defeated you time and time again, I've defeated you. I sent you back into the void! I saved the whole of reality from you! I am the Doctor! And you are the Daleks!"
He kicked it this time, pushing it backwards.
"Correct. Review testimony." Everyone's eyes widened. Hmm who saw that coming?
"Testimony? What are you talking about, testimony?" The Doctor asked.
"Transmitting testimony now," the other Dalek announced.
"Transmitting what? Where?"
There was a few moments pause before the second Dalek spoke again, "Testimony accepted."
"Get back! All of you!" The Doctor ordered.
"Marines! Marines! Get in here!" Winston called.
Two marines came hurrying in and the Dalek shot them both dead.
"Stop it! Stop it, please! What are you doing? You are my Ironsides!" Edwin shouted.
"We are the Daleks!" the first Dalek corrected him.
"But I created you."
"No," the Dalek shot the professors hand, revealing just a stump of circuitry. Not a single person didn't look terrified. "We created you."
In unison the Daleks declared, "Victory!"
"What just happened, Doctor?" Amy asked.
"I wanted to know what they wanted, what their plan was. I was their plan." He dashed out of the room. Abigail wanted to follow but her feet were glued to spot.
"What do we do now?" she asked Amy.
She shrugged, "I don't know…"
"I guess we just wait…"
Amy bowed her head.
"Oh I'm sorry – I didn't – I wasn't thinking – sorry," Abigail apologised.
"No, no, it's fine," she laughed it off. It felt weird to be just sitting here and having a nice conversation when everyone else was working hard to help in any way possible with the war, but there was nothing else they could do.
"You know how there was the whole thing about Prisoner Zero? Does that mean that everyone just knows and has accepted that there's aliens or what?"
"Umm… I don't know. No one talks about it."
"Seriously?"
Amy nodded.
"Humans never fail to surprise me," Abigail laughed. Amy was serious, though.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" she asked.
"Yes. I do. He's clever remember? Although that thing with the spanner was bone dead stupid."
Amy did laugh this time, "I know, right? What was he thinking?"
Abigail shrugged, "Probably wanted to get the confession over with. He must have been going mad. Can't blame him though . . ."
A woman in uniform came over with two mugs of tea, "Here you go, girls," she said in a high pitched Manchester accent.
"Thanks," Abigail said, wrapping her hand around the steaming mug. "Yeah, thanks," Amy repeated.
"Did you ask for this?" she asked Amy when the woman had left.
"Yep. Felt weird when a robot asked but I'd been craving one for a while. She offered a few minutes ago. That woman is a godsend."
Abigail smiled, "This tea is older than both of us combined."
Her nose wrinkled, "Are you trying to turn me off it?" she joked.
Abigail exaggerated a shrug and started sipping. It wasn't great but it was nice to have something to occupy her hands.
"I like you," Amy announced out of the blue.
Abigail laughed, "I like you too."
"I don't know why I said that . . ." Amy laughed, "I mean I do like you but it's not like me to just tell people that."
"Me neither. We're practically sisters."
"This, I think, is the start of a great bond," Amy smiled.
"Cheers," Abigail said, raising the mug.
"Cheers," Amy echoed, gently clashing cups.
-x-
"Signal from RDF, sir. 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? Miss Solomon? The Doctor's in trouble and now we know where he is," Winston said.
"Yeah. Cos he'll be on that ship, won't he? Right in the middle of everything," Amy enlightened.
"Exactly."
One of the officers tried to turn off the lights to no avail, "The lights won't switch off! The lights are on all across London, Prime Minister!"
"Has to be them. Has to be the Daleks, right?" Amy said.
"Has to be," Abigail agreed.
"The Germans can see every inch of the city. We're sitting ducks. Get those lights out before the Germans get here!" Winston ordered the officer who went to check the generators.
Almost every officer was speaking frantically into their headsets at once. It was impossible to concentrate but Abigail knew they were all receiving or delivering bad news.
"Here they come," said Winston, "Get a message to Mr. Attlee. War Cabinet meeting at 0300 . . . if we're all still here." Abigail gulped, he certainly wasn't holding back.
"We can't just sit here," Amy stated, "We've got to take the fight to the Daleks!"
"How? None of our weapons are a match for theirs," Winston told her. He was right, it would be a waste, but there had to be something they could do. Abigail racked her brain but came out with nothing.
"Oh, look, we must have something. Oh! Staring us in the face. A gift. From the Daleks."
Amy had ran off and quickly arrived back with Professor Bracewell at her side. Of course, Abigail thought. She'd wondered what she'd meant by 'a gift from the Daleks'.
She pulled Amy aside and whispered, "Are you sure this is a good idea? I doubt the Daleks would give us a weapon to use against them. Are you positive?"
"…No," Amy admitted, "But we have to try something."
Dust was falling from the ceiling as the city above was bombed. Bracewell had set up a screen which retrieved Dalek transmissions apparently. On the little black and white screen The Doctor and a white Dalek, much larger than the ones that had been in the Cabinet Rooms, appeared.
"We are the paradigm of a new Dalek race," it said.
"It's him. It's The Doctor," Amy pointed out.
"Scientist, Strategist. Drone, Eternal and the Supreme" it told The Doctor.
"Which would be you, I'm guessing? Well, you know, nice paint job. I'd be feeling pretty swish if I looked like you. Pretty Supre-eme." I rolled my eyes at his impression.
"He's got company. New company. We've got to hurry up," Amy said.
A phone rang and Edwin answered, "Yes? Right, thanks." He hung up, "Ready when you are, Prime Minister."
"Splendid."
A ship appeared on the screen, "Spaceship's exact co-ordinates located," said Edwin.
"Go to it, Group Captain. Go to it," Winston ordered.
"Broadsword to Danny Boy! Broadsword to Danny Boy! Scramble! Scramble! Scramble!" a man who Abigail guessed was 'Group Captain' called into his headset. She had no idea what a word of that meant but it didn't matter what she knew.
"Question is, what do we do now?" asked The Doctor on screen, "Either you turn off your clever machine or I'll blow up you and your new paradigm into eternity." No. He had to be joking. There must be some clever reason why he was saying this. Was he holding a biscuit? There was an electric sound they couldn't see the source of on the screen.
"And yourself," the Dalek said.
"Occupational hazard."
"Oh God no," Abigail whispered.
Off screen another Dalek spoke, "Scan reveals nothing. TARDIS self-destruct device non-existant."
She released a sigh of relief before realising him being caught out wasn't good.
"All right," he paused to take a bite of the biscuit, "it's a jammy dodger, but I was promised tea."
A siren on screen sounded and there was the sound of a moving Dalek. "Alert!" it said, "Unidentified projectile approaching. Correction. Multiple projectiles!"
"What have the humans done?" the white Dalek asked.
"I don't know," The Doctor replied.
"Explain! Explain! Explain!" it demanded.
"The signal's picked up!" 'Group Captain' announced.
Over the radio on the ship was the pilot they'd contacted, "Danny Boy to the Doctor! Danny Boy to the Doctor! Are you receiving me? Over."
"Oh Winston, you beauty!" The Doctor cheered.
"Danny Boy to The Doctor. Come in. Over."
"Loud and clear, Danny Boy! Big dish, side of the ship, blow it up. Over," The Doctor replied.
"Exterminate The Doctor!" the Dalek panicked. The Doctor ran as lasers were shot at him. They were definitely more than just two in that room.
"You heard him, Group Captain. Target that dish. Send in all we've got," Winston said happily.
Everything after that happened so quickly it was hard to keep track. There were people shooting at the ship, lights working normally again, the Doctor disappearing back to the TARDIS, Bracewell's monitor malfunctioning… What was taking The Doctor so long?
"He's withdrawn the attack, sir," a male officer told Winston.
"Why would he do that?"
"Something must be happening up there. They could have trapped him – or –or threatened him or something," Abigail suggested.
"Fix it!" Amy shouted at Edwin.
"I'm trying! ... I have to get something from my office." He jumped up from his chair and made his way to the door at the same time The Doctor ran in and with one great punch, knocked him to the ground.
-x-
"You were bloody amazing, Amy," Abigail told her.
"Oh it was nothing," she replied modestly but she had a wide smile on her face.
Abigail scoffed, "Yeah and the universe is really quite small."
The three of them smirked as they reached the TARDIS.
"So, you have enemies then . . ." Amy observed to The Doctor.
"Everyone's got enemies."
"Yeah, but mine's the woman outside Budgens with the mental Jack Russell-,"
"And mine's my P.E. teacher," Abigail shared.
Amy smiled before finishing, "You've got, like, you know, arch-enemies." Her and The Doctor leaned against the TARDIS.
"Suppose so," he admitted.
"And here's me thinking we'd just be running through time, being daft and fixing stuff. But no, it's dangerous."
Abigail nodded and smiled at how silly they'd both been.
"Yup. Very. Is that a problem?" he asked, his eyes flicking between the both of them.
They replied at the same time: "No." from Abigail, and Amy said, "I'm still here, aren't I? You're worried about the Daleks."
"I'm always worried about the Daleks." Abigail's heart sunk.
"It'll take time, though, won't it? There's still not many of them. They'll need a while to build themselves up."
"At some point in time they – might – have finished building up," Abigail said.
"Exactly," The Doctor said, "But it's not that. There's something else. Something we've forgotten. Or rather you have, Amelia."
"Me?"
"You didn't know them, Amy. You'd never seen them before. And you should have done. You should."
He turned away and entered the TARDIS, leaving a confused Amy and Abigail to follow.
