"Centurion! Tardis! Donna! Do any of you want tea?" I call to my 10 year old children. They were outside playing on the swing set by the house.
"What kind of tea is it?" Donna calls back.
"Herbal lemon!"
"Alright, I'll have some!" Donna says.
"Me too!" says Tardis.
"Me three!" says Centurion. "Are there any jammy dodgers? The strawberry ones?" He asks.
"Yes! Come and have some!" I tell them. They all come running inside.
As they sip their herbal lemon tea and much on their strawberry jammy dodgers, Centurion asks me.
"Mummy, does the Doctor like jammy dodgers?"
I laugh. "Like them? He loves them. In fact..." There was a pause. Everyone leans in, sensing a story coming on. "One time, he made the Daleks believe his jammy dodger was a self-destruct button for his TARDIS."
"What happened?" Tardis asked.
And that is how I began my tale. But, I explained how the story didn't start there. To know the real story you must go back to the beginning, when Prime Minister Churchill calls. He needs help to win World War II. But the Doctor had mixed up the times and came two months later. Meanwhile, the Brits had come up with a new weapon. Or so they thought. They believed that their inventor created the Daleks. But that wasn't what happened and the Doctor knew it. He knew that the Daleks were aliens, and he knew that they were the enemy.
Eventually the Dalek's true plan was revealed. They wanted to wipe out the entire population of humans and repopulate the Earth with their own race. The Daleks were beamed up to their ship to create pure Daleks to repopulate Earth. The Doctor had to do something. So, he took his TARDIS up to the ship and passed off his jammy dodger as a self-destruct button. He threatened to destroy the ship if the Daleks tried to wipe out Earth's population. But eventually, the Daleks outsmarted the Doctor.
"No one outsmarts the Doctor! Never!" interrupted Centurion.
"Everyone is outsmarted once in a while. It can happen to the Doctor, it's just a rare case. Now listen to the story." I said.
I then continued to tell how the inventor that was thought to have created the Daleks, was actually a cyborg created by the Daleks. The Daleks implanted a bomb on the inventor that could wipe out humanity. The Daleks gave the Doctor a choice, he could kill the last of his most deadly enemy, or he could save the human race and let the Daleks escape. It was probably one of the hardest decisions the Doctor had to make.
"And do you know what?" I asked them. "The Doctor chose humanity. In the end, he was able to stop the bomb and save them all, but while doing so, he let the Daleks run away. And he would probably never have the chance to destroy them all again." I ended.
"Why are the Daleks so bad?" Tardis asked.
"The Daleks have no moral compass for one thing. They don't know right from wrong and they'll do anything. And I mean ANYTHING, to get what they want." I told them.
"Have you ever met a Dalek?" asked Donna.
"Yes I have. And I don't want to meet them ever again thank you very much." I said. "Another thing about them is that they don't know how to feel. They can't feel happy, or sad, or love. Every once in a while though, their self-preservation instincts kick in, and so sometimes they feel fear, but not often." I explained. Centurion yawned.
"Are you tired?" I asked him. He nodded and rubbed his eyes.
"Well I am too. Let's go to sleep now alright?" I said.
And so all of a sudden the children were in their beds, dressed in their pyjamas, fast asleep. I kissed them all goodnight and went to the kitchen. The dishes were all put away, but I decided on another cup of herbal lemon tea before bed. I brought out the leftover jammy dodgers. Ah, the Doctor and his jammy dodgers. I remember the nights when the Doctor couldn't sleep, his mind was too full of memories and ideas for the future. I would usually find him in the TARDIS control room drinking his herbal lemon tea and eating his jammy dodgers. I'd pour myself a cup and sit with him. Sometimes the Doctor wouldn't stop talking, other nights, he'd barely say a word, and we would sit together in comfortable silence. Sometimes he'd ask me a funny question. One night he asked me.
"Do you suppose that the Daleks are allergic to anything? Maybe they have a weakness. No that's preposterous. Their only weakness is me, and it's not exactly a weakness is it? I'm just a nuisance that's in their way. And no matter how much they try, they will never be able to shake me. I don't know. They have to have a weakness. They could be allergic to pears. The pear acids could destroy them. Pears. They're so horrible. They're worse than Daleks. The pears can destroy the world. The rubbish things. They'll make us all choke to death."
And it was all I could do not to laugh. So I would reply with a smile.
"Well, whatever it is sweetie, I know you'll figure out a way to fix it."
"Of course I will. I'm the Doctor." He sounded as if he was trying to convince himself, not just tell me.
"Yes. You are." And then I gave him a quick kiss, but he would bring me close and kiss me a bit longer. We stayed that way for what seemed like days. When we came up for air, he had this look in his eye. I couldn't quite place it, but it seemed as if for just one moment, he stopped carrying 900 years of guilt on his shoulders. All that trouble was forgotten, and he was himself. Just living in the moment. There was no past, no future, just the present. And we were together. That was all either of us could ask for.
All the jammy dodgers were gone and the teapot was drained. I cleaned up the kitchen then went to bed. As I slipped under the covers I thought about the Doctor. I've been thinking about him more and more often. I thought about him every day, and some days it was every hour. At times I wondered if I was going completely mad. I was stuck in a hard drive with only my mind for goodness sake. I will never see the Doctor again. I feel trapped, here on my own. The crew that I used to see often, I don't talk to them much anymore. They remind me too much of the library and my last hours with him. I can handle so many memories of him, but those hurt the most, because they were my most recent memories, and for the first time, he didn't recognize who I was, and that hurt me most of all.
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