Здравствуйте! That means hello in Russian :) so does привет, but anyways! How are you guys doing? School just started for me so consider yourselves lucky for this short little chapter. AP Chemistry's a killer- You know what the hardest part of writing this story is? Typing out T.A.R.D.I.S… my fingers are just not conditioned for all that shift-dot-shift-dot. Enjoy :)

"Think, think, think!" the Doctor cried, hands gyrating wildly around his face. "How am I supposed to fix a Dalek?" He paused for a moment before observing, "Never thought I'd say that."

"Doctor," Amy said, face pale, "calm down and do something."

"This is all my fault," he muttered. Squatting beside the prone metal shell, he ran a hand over the edge. "I could use regeneration energy to try and heal her…"

"What if you fix her and she comes back as a normal Dalek?" Rory pointed out. "What then?"

"Do you have a better plan? She'll die if we don't do anything, assuming that she's not dead right now," the Doctor shouted. "I don't let innocent people die!"

Amy reached over and very lightly knocked on the domed Dalek head.

"What are you doing?" the Doctor said rudely. "She's in a critical state, she might die, and you're just banging…"

Very slowly, a kind of whine escaped from the shell. The stub of the plunger arm waved up once, then stopped. Amy, Rory and the Doctor froze and watched the Dalek with wide eyes. Oswin stayed perfectly still. Amy leaned forward and put her hand on the panel between the mangled remnants of the plunger arm and the gun. A quiet, desperate noise issued from within the armor.

"It'll be ok," Amy whispered, trying not to cry.

Suddenly, the Doctor sprang up and ran to the T.A.R.D.I.S. console. He hoisted up a storage space and leaned in, teetering on the edge with most of his torso submerged.

Rory watched him for a moment, then awkwardly asked, "What are you doing?"

"Finding something I should've stored in a better place," the Doctor hissed through gritted teeth. He flung himself backwards and stumbled into a more balanced stance, clutching a metal tube with a bulbous sphere on the end. "I just need to calibrate the severed optical nerves into this eyestalk, and we might be able to restore her sight. But first," he stated, hopping off the platform, "I need to have a look inside that shell."

It only took a minute to unfasten the head piece, then the Doctor was inside. Peering closely at the writhen wires and Dalek anatomy, his eyes widened. A small grin flickered across the man's face then was gone.

"Amy, where's my screwdriver?" he called from his spot on the floor.

"Here," she said. "Can you fix-"

"Shhh. Thanks," the Doctor replied unhelpfully.

"Sometimes I get this urge to slap him," Amy murmured.

Rory looked at her, hair tousled and sticking up in the back from his fall. "I don't think that would be a good idea." She pursed her lips and glared at him.

An hour later, after much bickering and a small amount of violence, the Doctor sat back and surveyed his handiwork. Oswin was propped upright, complete with a mismatched red eyestalk and two bionic arms. Though her head piece was still loose, the Dalek almost looked like herself. Almost. There was a certain lack of spirit that put off any celebration.

"Pond," the Doctor said plaintively, then, "the girl one."

"Yeah?" Amy asked, immediately regretting answering to 'the girl one.'

"Come and see if you can get Oswin to turn herself on."

"Why don't you do it?" Amy asked nervously. "She probably won't listen to me."

"Yes she will," the Doctor said. "You helped her feel human again. Come on."

"Fine," Amy said. She stepped up onto the console platform and felt the T.A.R.D.I.S. rumble darkly. "Oh shut up." Regarding the Dalek sitting lifelessly in front of her, the girl had a sudden urge to place her hand to the right of its eyestalk.

"Oswin," Amy said tentatively. "You're safe now. River's gone, and we'd all be thrilled if you could reboot and… and give us a sign. I know you can do it."

She stepped back and stared hard into the eyestalk, watching a pinprick of aqueous blue light appear. It started to grow bigger, and brighter, causing the redhead to smile in relief. Oswin was ok.