"Amy!" Rory yelled, eyes flashing. The Doctor picked himself up off the floor and looked urgently at the door, screwdriver already raised. The sinister figure took a step into the T.A.R.D.I.S., Amy gripping their arm tightly, knees shaking.
"Hello sweetie!" a familiar voice reverberated. "Mom, Dad, it's so nice to see you. Thought I'd stop by, being in the area and all…"
"How did you end up in the time stream?!" the Doctor interrupted.
"Am I the only one that's wondering where the Dalek went?" Rory asked.
"Dalek?" River hissed, casting a dangerous glance at the Doctor.
On cue, a passageway slid open and a screechy voice echoed: "exterminate…"
"How are you in the time stream, that shouldn't even be possible-" River ignored him and pulled some sort of gun out, diving for the passage. She disappeared jauntily around the corridor and the wall snapped shut behind her. A moment of silence clung to her departure.
"That is NOT good." Amy finally stated.
I fetched up against a curved wall, causing a soft clang. I fired up the motive power source and flipped upright. Amy had almost been out of the T.A.R.D.I.S. doors, I hoped she was ok. The console felt very far away. I was… well I didn't really know where I was. A calm white light emulated from the passage ahead, resembling the light cast from my room. I cautiously slid forward, wondering what type of "joke" the T.A.R.D.I.S. was playing on me now. Maybe everything that had just transpired was a giant temper tantrum about me being smarter than the Doctor… Although I wasn't sure about that. There was something… different there.
And why the hell was the Doctor's spaceship alive? Just my luck to board the one spaceship in the universe that actively bullies Daleks… I internally sighed, then booted up the hover engines and rose into the air. As a child, I had always wanted to fly, plus it wasn't like I was going anywhere anytime soon. The hallway seemed to stretch taller and wider, almost like it was giving me room to maneuver. Dully buzzing, I lifted off and moved in a slow circle, worried about losing control. The movement came naturally and I sped up, then tried tilting myself sideways. Head skimming inches from the wall, I picked up speed until the end of the passage came into sight. Trying to slow, I unceremoniously tapped the top of my domed head on the arched doorway and flipped my body upside down.
Every once in a while, we have a moment in our lives when we are glad that we are Daleks. Mine came when I smashed into the metal wall of the T.A.R.D.I.S. The impact was celebrated with an echoing boom that reverberated through the ship like laughter. Knowing the ship, it probably was laughter.
"Love you too," I told the wall, pushing myself upright with the gravity engine. Checking my surroundings, I realized that the way back had already closed. I was completely and hopelessly lost in a ship that wanted to torment me.
Accelerating down the hallway, this time staying firmly attached to the ground, I started to hear the voices clawing at my mind. The sensation was painful, and muddling. It was like superheated smoke poking and tearing into my consciousness, into my strange Dalek brain. Stopping, I focused in on the pressure, then ran a scan. The haze cleared, with a five notable programs running in the background. I tried to shred them, to tear apart the coding, but it threw up a firewall. I was playing a crazy game of hacker vs. hacker in my own brain. What if I… I didn't destroy the programs, just contained them. In a flash I trapped all five in a "folder" and labeled it in big red letters: BAD DALEKS. There.
Back in the real world, River strode through the T.A.R.D.I.S., fuming. What was the Doctor thinking, having a Dalek aboard the T.A.R.D.I.S.? It was like handing them the key to destroying the world! In her experience, he had done some stupid things, but never anything this insane. After she had dispatched the monster, she would make sure and tell him exactly what she thought of his new "companion". The T.A.R.D.I.S. hummed and blinked lights along the floor, guiding her through the hallways. At least the ship had some common sense.
River turned a final corner and the passage opened up to reveal the metal devil, sprouting from the floor like some nightmarish robot toy. The bulbs extending from the surface of its shell glimmered evilly in the soft T.A.R.D.I.S. light. She had always thought the Dalek design was glamorous; it was unfortunate they were undoubtedly the most evil things in the universe. Maybe if she killed it in one shot, she could hollow out the body and make the outer armor into a coat rack. She leveled the blaster and fired.