Victory of the Daleks pt. 2
We are sitting in a room the TARDIS just disappeared from.
"Prime Minister." Breen says as she enters holding a piece of paper.
"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." Amy stands up at this news and looks at me. She has a smile on her face. I try to return her enthusiasm.
"What do you think, Miss Pond?" Churchill asks turning to Amy as he says it. "The Doctor's in trouble and now we know where he is."
"Yep. Cos he'll be on that ship, won't he? Right in the middle of everything."
The generator unexpectedly comes on as we all sit in the control room.
"The generators won't switch off! The lights are on all across London, Prime Minister!"
"Has to be them. Has to be the Daleks." Amy states at the news.
"The Germans can see every inch of the city. We're sitting ducks! Get those lights out before the Germans get here!"
"Confirm, Squadron 244 and 56 mobilized"
"Emergency, emergency. 109? 109, confirm?"
"Thousands will die if we don't get those lights out now."
"German bombers sighted over the Channel, sir. ETA ten minutes, sir."
"Here they come. Get a message to Mr. Attlee. War Cabinet meeting at 0300 hours. If we're all still here." Fear starts to bubble in my stomach. We are caught in the middle of the blitz and are completely unable to defend ourselves.
"We can't just sit here! We've got to take the fight to the Daleks!" Amy demands looking at Churchill.
"How? None of our weapons are a match for theirs."
"Oh, God. We must have something." Amy laments as she looks over to me.
"604 Benheim Squadron, stand by."
"Oh…" I interject then laugh at my realization. "Staring us in the face! A gift! From the Daleks!"
"Bracewell! Put the gun down!" Churchill commands as we walk into Bracewell's lab.
"My life is a lie, and I choose to end it."
"In your own time, Paisley boy." Amy says as she walks up to him and bends to be eye level, "because right now we need your help."
"But those creatures…My Ironsides! They made me? I can remember things. So many things. The…The last war. The squalor and the mud and…and the awful, awful misery of it all. What am I? What am I?" Churchill steps forward.
"What you are, sir, is either on our side or theirs. Now, I don't give a damn if you're a machine, Bracewell. Are you a man?"
"Listen to me. I understand." Amy says taking the gun from Bracewell. "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 are the only one who can help us take it down."
"You're alien technology. You're as clever as the Daleks are. So…start thinking! What about rockets? You got rockets? Because you said gravity whatsits, hyper…sonic flight. Some kind of missile."
"This isn't a fireworks party, Miss Pond! We need proper tactical…A missile! Or…" Churchill pauses as a smile crosses his face.
"Or what?" Amy prods him.
"We could send something up there, you say?"
'Yes, well…with a gravity bubble, yes, theoretically it's possible that we could actually send something into space." Bracewell says after a moment.
"Bracewell, it's time to think big!" Amy turns to me with a triumphant look on her face. I laugh at her excitement as she puts an arm around my shoulders and leads me out of the lab.
We stand in the control room. There is a flourish of activities going on. Explosions are heard as the room shakes and particles fall from the ceiling. Amy paces around worriedly, glancing at the ceiling. She turns to me and puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. Bracewell races into the room.
"At last! Are they ready?" Churchill asks.
"I hope so. But in the meantime…" Bracewell heaves a box with a screen on the table, "this will pick up Dalek transmissions!"
"We are the paradigm of a new Dalek race."
"It's him! It's the Doctor!" Amy exclaims as the picture appears on the screen.
"Scientist, Strategist, Drone, Eternal, and the Supreme!"
"Which would be you, I'm guessing. Well, you know, nice paintjob. I'd be feeling pretty swish if I looked like you. Pretty "supre-eme."
"He's got company. New company. We've got to hurry up." Amy says to Churchill and Bracewell. The phone rings and Bracewell answers it.
"Yes? Right. Right, thanks. Ready when you are, Prime Minister." He replies when he is finished listening.
"Spaceship's exact co-ordinates located!" Bracewell states.
"Go to it, Group Captain! Go to it!" Churchill yells across the room.
"Broadsword to Danny Boy! Broadsword to Danny Boy! Scramble! Scramble! Scramble!"
Amy and I turn back to looking at the screen.
Amy smiles at me as we watch the Doctor run off the screen.
"You heard him, Group Captain! Target that dish! Send in all we've got!" We listen in as three planes head for the ship. Two of the planes are easily shot down. We all wait nervously as Danny Boy goes in for one last shot at the beam.
"Direct hit, sir!" The room erupts in cheers.
"We did it! Yes!" Amy cries as she throws her arms around me. We both laugh as Churchill joins in.
The Doctor runs into view and immediately slugs Bracewell, knocking him to the ground.
"Doctor!" Amy exclaims in shock.
"Ow!" The Doctor cries as he shakes his hand. "Sorry, Professor. You're a bomb. An inconceivable massive Dalek bomb."
"What?" Bracewell and I both exclaim at the same time.
"There's an Oblivion Continuum inside you, a captured wormhole that provides perpetual power. Detonate that, and the Earth will bleed through into another dimension!" The Doctor takes out his sonic, kneels down, and opens Bracewell's shirt. "Now, keep down." The Doctor uses the sonic to open up Bracewell's chest.
"Well?" Amy questions as it starts beeping.
"I dunno, I dunno, I dunno. Never seen one up close before."
"So, what they've wired him up to detonate?"
"No, not wired him up. He is a bomb. Walking, talking…Pow! Exploding. The moment that flashes red."
"There's…a blue wire or something you have to cut, isn't there? There's always a blue wire. Or a red one." Amy states and I roll my eyes.
"You're not helping." I say and Amy looks at me shocked.
"It's incredible. He talked to us about his memories. The Great War…" Churchill muses.
"Someone else's stolen thoughts, implanted in a positronic brain." The Doctor snaps his fingers as a thought comes to mind. "Tell me about it, Bracewell. Tell me about your life."
"Doctor, I really don't think this is the time." Bracewell states.
"Tell me, and prove you're human. Tell me everything."
"My family ran the…the post office. It's a little place just…just near the abbey. Just by the ash trees. Used to be eight trees, but there was a storm."
"And your parents? Come on. Tell me."
"Er…good people. Kind people. They…They died. Scarlet fever."
"What was that like? How did it feel?" Amy looks at me as she begins to realize the same thing I am. The Doctor is trying to get Bracewell to feel emotions.
"How did it make you feel, Edwin? Tell me. Tell me now."
"Oh, it hurt. It hurt, Doctor, it hurt so badly. It was like a wound. It thought it was worse than a wound. Like I'd been emptied out. There was nothing…"
"Good. Remember it now, Edwin! The ash trees by the post office and your mum and dad, and losing them, and the men in the trenches you saw die. You feel it, because you're human. You're not like them. You're not like the Daleks!"
"It hurts, Doctor! It hurts so much!" Bracewell is on the verge of tears, but the countdown is still continuing.
"Good! Good! Good! Brilliant! Embrace it. That means you're alive! They cannot explode that bomb, because you're a human being! You are flesh and blood!" Amy and I walk over and kneel next to the Doctor and Bracewell. "They cannot explode that bomb! Believe it!" The Doctor turns to the others as he says this. "You are Professor Edwin Bracewell! And you, my friend, are a human being!" The countdown still continues. The Doctor turns to us defeated. "It's not working, I can't stop it." Amy puts a hand on the Doctor's arm.
"Hey…Paisley." Bracewell turns to look at her. "Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't?"
"What?" Bracewell asks and I look at her. She nods her head.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" I say looking at Amy. "But kind of a good hurt." I exchange a glance with the Doctor, as does Amy.
"I really shouldn't talk about her." Bracewell says.
"Oh. There's a her." Amy teases him.
"What was her name?" The Doctor asks.
"Dorabella." Bracewell says this as he smiles.
"Dorabella!" The Doctor laughs before I jab him in the ribs. The countdown begins to reverse itself.
"It's a lovely name, a beautiful name." I say and the Doctor nods his head in agreement.
"What was she like, Edwin?" Amy asks him.
"Such a smile. And her eyes…Her eyes were so blue…" the countdown continues to go backwards, "almost violet. Like the last touch of sunset on the edge of the world. Dorabella…" the continuum comes to a complete stop.
"Welcome to the human race." The Doctor looks up at us and smiles. "You're brilliant." The Doctor points to Churchill. "You're brilliant." The Doctor points at Bracewell. "And you two, I…" he leans forward and kisses both of us on the forehead. We laugh as he jumps up. "Now. Gotta stop them! Stop the Daleks!"
"Wait! Doctor! Wait…" The Doctor turns to look at Bracewell. "Wait. It's too late. Gone. They've gone."
"No, no! They can't! They can't have got away from me again!" The Doctor cries in anger.
"No, I can feel it. My mind is clear. The Daleks have gone." The Doctor looks completely disappointed.
"Doctor, it's okay! You did it. You stopped the bomb." Amy tries to comfort him but he pulls away from her. "Doctor?"
"I had a choice. And they knew I'd choose the Earth. The Daleks have won. They beat me, they've won."
"But you saved the Earth. Not too shabby, is it?" The Doctor looks at me, then at Churchill, and then at the others. "Is it?"
"No. It's not too shabby." The Doctor says smiling.
"It's a brilliant achievement, my dear friend. Here, have a cigar!" Churchill exclaims offering him a cigar.
"No." The Doctor replies. Amy turns around to celebrate with the others as the Doctor and I share a look. I can tell he is worried about the Daleks.
"So, what now, then?" Amy asks the Churchill as we stand in the control room.
"I still have a war to run, Miss Pond."
"Oh, thank you. Oh…" Churchill reads the paper. "They hit the Palace and St. Paul's again. Fire crews only just saved it." I turn as I hear a sob and see that same woman crying.
"Is she okay?" I ask.
"What?" Churchill asks looking up.
"She looks very upset." I say as both Churchill and Amy see who I am talking about.
"Oh, Miss Breen? Her young man didn't make it, I'm afraid. Just got word. Shot down over the Channel." We watch as another woman comes to comfort her.
"Where's the Doctor?" Amy asks.
"Tying up loose ends." The Doctor replies as he walks into the room. "I've taken out all the alien tech Bracewell put in."
"Won't you reconsider, Doctor? Those Spitfires would win me the war in 24 hours!" Churchill laments.
"Exactly." The Doctor says before taking a sip of tea.
"But why not? Why can't we put an end to all this misery?"
"Oh, it doesn't work like that, Winston. It's gonna be tough. There are terrible days to come. The darkest days. But you can do it. You know you can."
"Stay with us and help win through. The world needs you."
"No, the world doesn't need me."
"The world's got Winston Spencer Churchill." Churchill smiles at this.
"It's been a pleasure, Doctor. As always."
"Too right." They go to embrace.
"Oh, shall we say adieu?"
"Indeed." They break apart. Churchill turns to Amy. "Goodbye, Miss Pond." He shakes her hand.
"It's…It's been amazing. Meeting you."
"I'm sure it has!" Amy laughs and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Goodbye to you too, little Miss Pond." I laugh as I shake his hand and also kiss his cheek. He starts to walk away.
"Oi, Churchill!" He stops and turns. Amy holds out her hand. "TARDIS key. The one you just took from the Doctor." The Doctor chokes on his tea and begins patting his coat pockets.
"Oh-ho-ho! She's good, Doctor. As sharp as a pin! Almost as sharp as me." He hands Amy the key. He strikes a match and lights his cigar. "Hmm. KBO." He smiles and walks away. The Doctor holds out his hand and Amy reluctantly gives him the key.
"I've been expecting you, Doctor. I knew this moment had to come." Bracewell says as we walk into his lab.
"Moment?" The Doctor questions.
"It's time to de-activate me."
"Is it? Oh…Er…" He turns to us and we nod. "Yeah."
"You have no choice. I'm Dalek technology." Bracewell turns to look at us. We all put a solemn look on our faces. "Can't allow me to go pottering around down here where I have no business."
"No, you're dead right, Professor. 100% right. And by the time I get back here in what, ten minutes?" He questions looking at me and Amy.
"More like 15." Amy says.
"15 minutes, yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do. You are going to be so de-activated. It's going to be like you've never even been…activated."
"Yeah!" I say playing along with the others.
"More like 20, if I'm honest. Once the Ponds and I have seen to the urgent thing…"
"Yes." Amy and I say at the same time.
"…we've got to see to. The…The…See?" The Doctor directs at Bracewell. Unfortunately, Bracewell isn't grasping what we are trying to say.
"Very well, Doctor. I shall wait here and…prepare myself."
"Yeah, Dalek tech, but a bit slow on the uptake." Amy says as an aside to me and the Doctor. "That thing we got to do, gonna take half an hour, realistically, isn't it, Doctor?"
"Easily! So no running off, that's what I'm saying. Don't go trying to find that little post office with the ash trees or…or that girl. What was her name?"
"Dorabella. On no account go looking for her. Mind you, you can get a lot done in half an hour." Finally, the light bulb goes off in Bracewell's head as he figures it out. He laughs and we join him.
"Thank you! Thank you, Doctor!"
"Come along, Ponds." The Doctor turns to leave. Amy and I look at Bracewell one more time and laugh before following.
"So, you have enemies, then?" Amy asks as we head back to the TARDIS.
"Everyone's got enemies."
"Yeah, but mine's the woman outside Budgens with the mental Jack Russell. You've got, like, you know, arch enemies."
"And here was me thinking we'd just be running through time, being daft and fixing stuff. But no. It's dangerous." Amy says this while looking at me.
"Yup. Very. Is that a problem?" He asks us.
"We're still here, aren't we?" Amy asks as we all laugh lightly. "You're worried about the Daleks." It's a statement more than a question.
"I'm always worried about the Daleks."
"It'll take time, though, won't it? I mean, there's still not many of them. They'll need a while to build themselves up." I say and the Doctor turns to me.
"It's not that. There's something else. Something we've forgotten. Or rather you have." He directs this last bit just at Amy.
"Me?" Amy questions as she looks at me. I shrug my shoulders.
"You didn't know them, Amy. You'd never seen them before. And you should have done. You should." The Doctor opens the door and walks inside leaving me and Amy alone.
"Jaz, do you remember them? Because he only directed that at me."
"Of course, I have no idea what he's talking about. I've never heard of Daleks before now." I lie through my teeth. She nods satisfied and walks in the TARDIS. I take a deep breath before following her inside. As soon as I walk inside, the Doctor pulls me aside.
"You remember them, don't you? The Daleks." I sigh in defeat.
"Yeah, I remember." He isn't surprised by my answer.
"Jaz, why didn't you speak up? You could have…" He pauses not knowing what he wants to say.
"I could have what, Doctor, looked totally mental in front of my sister." I look up at Amy making sure she didn't hear. She is still standing with her back to us. "Why would I remember when she can't?"
"I don't know, but I will figure this out." He turns to look to Amy and then back at me. "Best not to mention this to Amy." I nod my head and he heads off to the controls. He stops at the stairs and gives me a reassuring smile.