by Cour M.
He turned on the TARDIS, while Eleven did so as well, and they both appeared in the heart of the head Dalek ship.
“Why did we have to do this in a Dalek Ship again?” Donna asked as Eleven’s ship landed next to Twelve’s.
“Because of the components.” Twelve went below the consul unit of the TARDIS, and extruded a glass container that held a glowing substance in it. “An extraction from the heart of the TARDIS,” he explained, “you see at the base of a TARDIS, Donna, is the Eye of Harmony, and a dying star that is suspended in time. Never collapsing. For you see, that is precisely what a singularity really is. But it’s Timelord magic, so it’s suspended, unless there was such a force applied to it that it lost its stability and was forced out of its stasis.”
“Such as the engines of a Dalek ship?” Donna realized.
“Now you’re getting it.”
“Remember the last time that I was on a Dalek ship?” Donna asked.
“Yes, you were almost destroyed by the engines.”
“I love how you bring me back to that,” Donna laughed sadly, “And why can’t we park any closer to the engines?”
“I don’t trust the TARDIS near such Dalek technology. Nor does Eleven. We know that it could be catastrophic.”
Next they emerged from the TARDIS, Eleven emerged as well from his ship also holding a bit of the TARDIS’s eye of harmony that was placed in a container as well. Clara was behind him.
“Well,” Eleven said, “better get this over with.”
“I just realized something though,” Clara said, “If you die, then he can never be born.”
“True,” Twelve said as they moved forward and began to walk to the engines, “I won’t be. But I suppose, what does it matter?”
“Oh stop sounding so depressed,” Donna said, “this situation is dark as it is.”
“Yet you mentioned that we go off together,” Clara said to Twelve, “That we have a whole future and adventures. If he dies now, then…”
“That future will be erased,” Twelve summed up.
“And you are fine with that?”
Twelve looked at her with affection.
“Are you?”
Clara smiled.
“No, not really.”
Twelve looked at Eleven with hope.
“She’s good at adjusting,” Eleven explained.
“Yes, I knew that, thank you very much.”
“See, no reason to be doomsy about it,” Donna whispered to him as they walked. They reached the engines of the Dalek ship and just before they did so, Daleks appeared all around them.
“Step away from the engines, Doctors and companions,” the Dalek instructed. “Step away from the engines.”
“Of course it can never be easy,” Donna groaned, raising up her hands along with the rest of them.
“Dalek Kal,” the Dalek reported, “Dalek Kal, we have the Doctors and their companions as they tried to sabotage our ship. The Doctors are captured. Captured! Captured!”
“Bring them to me, Dalek Nex,” Dalek Kal replied. All of them were teleported to the main control room where Dalek Kal was at the head and other Daleks were piloting the ship. Out of the windows of the ship, the Doctors and companions saw how the battle waged on.
“The Doctor and his companions,” Dalek Kal said, coming forward, “Both faces to the same man. But one new face and one old one. Donna Noble, the one who helped destroy the Daleks.”
“Check your history you recycled can of tomato soup,” Donna refuted, “I did not destroy you. I saved my friends from you.”
“But you helped the Doctor—who is our predator.”
“That’s their name for us,” Eleven explained.
“Gee, I wonder why,” Donna continued to the Daleks, “after all, it’s not like you are not mass-genocidal maniacs bent on converting the world either into dust or into squid-like versions of yourself. Yeah, the Doctor told me about your little experiment in New York during the Depression. Glad that didn’t work out!”
“We were in error to create the Dalek experiment,” Dalek Kal admitted, “but Dalek Sec was exterminated, therefore all was well.”
“That’s the way you treat your own kind?” Clara asked, “but I’m not surprised. I spent a portion of one of my lives turned into your puppet, so quite frankly, of course!”
“You were a Dalek once?” Donna asked.
“Yes, I was sadly. Bad times. Don’t like to talk about it very much.”
“You had other lives?”
“Yeah, what? Cats do it all the time.”
“Cease talking!” Dalek Kal ordered. “Cease talking!”
“Why?” Twelve asked menacingly. “I want to know, Dalek Kal, why does the Daleks take over Crellia? What was this planet to you?”
“We lost Skaro for a time. It was necessary.”
“You lost Skaro long ago. Then you returned it back to its glory.”
“But to avoid Skaro getting war torn once more, we require another planet to reside in.”
“Precisely, then take another planet that’s not inhabited,” Eleven said, “but no, this was deliberate. As all thing are deliberate with you. No, there is something about Crellia in particular, isn’t it?”
“Any answer, Daleks?” Donna scoffed.
“Oh,” Twelve laughed, and then he tapped his head.
“Oh,” Eleven said, getting the idea as well, “wait, it’s not fair that you got the idea before I did. But that’s rich,” Eleven said to the Daleks, “you scanned the planet, discovered that there was something about it that gave the Angels the gift of speech and movement while being observed. Therefore, you of course wanted that. Yes, you couldn’t help yourselves. So you just had to take over the planet, because with a planet of that power, there is nothing that would stop you, you presume.”
“Especially if you want to steal planets all over again,” Twelve said, “am I right?”
The Daleks did not respond.
“No way!” Donna cried, “you want to steal planets again? You Daleks are so redundant!”
“We said cease talking!” Dalek Nex said, pointing its laser at her, so Twelve stood in between them, shielding her. “The predators and their companions. You will bear witness to the destruction of the Angels and the reign of Dalek kind on Crellia.”
“All for that power, eh?” Twelve continued, “all so that the Daleks can go on limping a little further. A little longer to be a blight on the galaxies.”
“You belittle our cause, Doctor,” Dalek Kal denied, “you belittle the plight of the Daleks.”
“I never knew there was a plight of the Daleks,” Eleven shrugged, “well, unless you count all the times that you ran from me.”
“What arrogance the Doctor shall always have,” Dalek Kal said, “Davros was right to call you a bad Doctor, so very much. For you never see yourself for what you are. Skaro, for the longest time, it was quite the wasteland, war-torn and in a horrid state.”
“Destroyed by many, including yourselves,” Eleven remarked.
“And who else? Do you really think this is the first time we have fought the Angels?”
“What?” Clara asked.
“The Angels fought us before,” Dalek Kal elaborated, “taking part in being a tool in the decimation of Skaro.”
“Oh,” Twelve chuckled, “well that is rich. The Daleks fought the Angels, thinking you were always the Master Race, but you weren’t. And then you picked a fight with someone stronger than you, and now you want revenge. So you take Crellia, in the Angel’s moment of weakness.”
“There is only one Master Race, and always will be.”
“Really, Daleks? Do you all still believe that? I don’t think you do.”
“We do. We do. We do!”
“No, you don’t,” Eleven voiced, “it is simply that corner of your programming that has not changed, that made you defy orders and kill Dalek Sec so long ago. The fear to change your mindset, despite that you already have come to
learn it.”
“But tell me this, Doctor,” Dalek Kal moved forward, “if you assist them, and manage to rid the world of us, then what happens to them? Do you really think that if they are allowed to go unchecked, they will stay on their planet and away from you? You do not see it, but we did meet the Angels in battle many times over in the Thousand Year War. If we fall, then there will be nothing standing in their way. The Angels may take the universe.”
“You’re suggesting that we let you destroy them, for fear of them?”
“The devil that one knows always shall be better than the devil one does not.”
Seeing where this was going, and not in the mood to die, Donna looked around and thought of an idea, then she realized something. She leaned close to Clara and whispered in her ear.
“When the time is right, grab the Doctor tightly and then get a grip.”
“Which one?”
“Your first one. I got the other.”
“An unknown potential enemy over a known and fixed one?” Twelve said, then he walked up to Dalek Kal and looked him in the eye-stalk. “Thanks, but I think we shall pass.”
“Then you will die now. Exterminate! Exterminate!”
The Daleks moved around them.
“Exterminate!” They cried, but Donna, who had positioned herself close to a Dalek, grabbed it and turned it around. Its laser shot the glass on the front hull of the ship. Clara grabbed Eleven and they held onto a pole, while Donna grabbed Twelve and they did so as well. As such, all the Daleks were sucked out of the room and into space or getting shot in the crossfire by their own army. However, the force of space pulling them was tremendous, therefore Twelve crawled over the ship’s emergency shields. Donna almost slipped and fell, but Eleven grabbed her in time and held onto her. At last Twelve was able to raise the shields, and they closed around the broken glass and fell back to the ground. Twelve and Eleven immediately rushed to the controls along with Donna, trying to maneuver the ship, but nothing was working.
“No,” Donna groaned, “they made the controls isomorphic, didn’t they?”
“Yes, they did.”
“But the shields worked,” Clara noted.
“That would be a general thing they would keep from remaining so,” Twelve reported, “they wouldn’t want only a select few to be able to close them, would they?”
“And we are now in a ship that soon will run out of its previous command and start falling through space,” Donna added.
“Yes, any moment now,” Eleven said, “and we also have to get through a ship that has Daleks on it. And we can’t access the teleporters or anything.”
“Well, if there is one thing the Daleks are bad at,” Clara said, “it’s running.”
“Yup, now let’s go!”
They rushed out of the command room and began running along the corridors. As they did, they sped past Daleks, who cried out ‘intruder’ and shot at them, but missed their aim over and over.
However, soon the ship lost all control and it began to dip and turn throughout its armada, crashing into its own ranks. As the ship rolled around in space, they found themselves sometimes having to run on walls, or the ceiling of the ship, and then jumping when there was a hallway opening. Nearly falling a few times when they collided into a Dalek that was rolling around the floor, they began to have to climb the corridor as it became very steep at the angle the ship was falling. Eventually they made it to the engine room, entered it, only to see the TARDISes had slid over to the engines where the fire erupted from below.
Removing the Eye of Harmony sub-matter from their pockets, Eleven and Twelve slid up to the edge of the abyss and then threw it down into it.
“Doctors!” Clara cried. They turned and saw the TARDISes sliding right to the edge, soon to fall into the engines.
“No!” Donna cried as she grabbed Twelve, Clara grabbed Eleven and they rushed to the TARDISes just as they fell over the edge. Through the air they held onto the ship, the Doctors opened them, fell in with their companions each. And they slid to the consul units where Twelve turned on his TARDIS, then Eleven was able to activate his, and just before they reached the engines and were set ablaze, the TARDISes’ acti-gravs were activated and they were flying upwards and back into the vortex. Within Twelve’s TARDIS, Donna pressed the monitor on and hailed the Angels.
“Pallas!” She cried, “we have inserted the dying star extract, and any second it will destabilize and be activated. Tell your army to retreat.”
The Angels received the message and retreated as the TARDISes escaped the dying ship.
Once they were all far enough away, with the Daleks remaining nearby, thinking they had defeated the Angels, the Eye of Harmony extract melted in the engines and the heart of the dying star began—the black hole erupted from the ship and began taking everything with it, sucking all the Daleks into it as their ships tried to get away.
“But what about the planet?” Donna asked Twelve, “won’t it be sucked in as well?”
“We thought of that,” Twelve said, “that’s why we didn’t put in more than a little bit. Five, four, three, two, one!”
The black hole closed and then the Daleks were no more.
“A timed black hole!” Eleven said triumphantly to Clara, while they were safely secure in his TARDIS, “Timelord Magic. Just enough to suck everything in before it gets closed, then it gets sent through time, yes, the hole itself will get sent through time and space, then when it appears again, it will spread but then very quickly it will freeze.”
“What do you mean freeze?” Clara asked.
“I mean that the black hole will suddenly appear anywhere randomly in space, it will spread for a few seconds, but not enough for it to be any real harm, and then it will freeze. Locking everything in it.”
“So the Daleks in there won’t be dead, but just frozen in a moment in time?”
“Precisely.”
“Then will we see the black hole one day?”
“Oh, I’m sure that it will show up somewhere.”
Along with the Angel armada, the two TARDISes flew away, down to Crellia, where the Angels had won back their home.[9]
However long the War of the Angels was between the Daleks, it was a complicated history that no one would know but the Angels and Daleks themselves. Yet they all returned to Crellia expressing their gratitude for the Doctor. The humans whose energy they used were transported back to their original times as well. Yet even there were things that they could not promise.
“We know that our cousins will always plague the universe,” Dasha admitted as she escorted the Doctors and companions to their TARDISes when it came time to depart. “And we are sorry for it. But you must understand, they are not Crellians, and we have no dominion over them. The truth is that they love the hunt.”
“So they do it for the pleasure too?” Donna asked.
“Yes. And they always will. Yet if their numbers ever grow too great, and you need help, come to us. We owe you, and we Crellian Angels always pay our debts.”
“We’ll remember that,” Twelve said.
“Well then,” she replied, “farewell, lords of time, and humans of Earth.”
“Farewell.”
Dasha and the other Angels left them as they both walked to their separate TARDISes. Twelve with Donna. And Eleven with Clara. As they opened their doors, they looked at each other.
“Remember,” Twelve said, “whatever adventures you both go on, you have a promise to keep. In your TARDIS, at Trenzalore, I still have to be born. You better make that date.”
“I will,” Eleven promised, “when the time comes.”
“Take care of her,” Twelve said to him about Clara, “remember, she has to be my companion soon.”
“And take care of her,” Eleven said about Donna, “she was our cherished companion once.”
“Oh you two softies!” Donna groaned, “really, you’re breaking my heart.”
“Truly, do
you need to kiss each other?” Clara laughed.
“Ill!”
“By the orange of Gallifrey!”
They both then parted ways, with one Doctor being the same old song, and the other one, it being the opening of a brand new story.
Chapter 22
The Doctor’s Wife
Eleven and Martha reached the atmosphere of Marinus and Eleven hailed Cardiff. Eventually he was patched through and he reached General Sidney who had Nigel behind him.
“Doctor and Doctor Jones,” General Sidney began, “we got word from the Papal Mainframe what happened.”
“It’s not over sadly,” Eleven informed him, “Mondas may have been destroyed, but Croesus had an Eye of Harmony. That is the missing link to fully building your TARDISes.”
“But he’s dead.”
“He’s been dead before.”
“But his forces are weakened and even if he did survive, we have enough of an army that can fight him back.”
“How many lives are worth that junkyard, General?” Eleven asked. “Because the longer it lasts, will spark the beginnings of another war. And when the Daleks discover it? Think of your fallen soldiers already. Are their lives worth that?”
“This is time travel, Doctor. What would you do in my place!”
“What I have to do. For that is what I do; what I always have to do. A terrible price, General, to keep those TARDISes. You will be hunted, sought after, and pursued for the rest of your life, if the universe discovers it. And if he lives, Croesus will never stop. He doesn’t know how to. He might even be on his way with his remaining forces, because he has nothing left to lose. Sidney, you have to destroy the yard. Annihilate everything in it.”
“Doctor,” General Sidney urged, “you are asking me to do the impossible. And this is not just a set of machines. This is the legacy of your people. And you’re asking me to blow it up. How can you be so cold about it?”
“I blew up my planet to save the universe. I’m cold because I have to be. Because the universe sometimes needs me to be. I’m asking you to…” Eleven trailed off, too emotional to continue. Seeing his agony, Martha swallowed her own feelings of preserving the TARDISes and came to the Doctor’s defense.