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The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 4

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 4 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 4/? SUMMARY: Elise Smith is now a teenaged Timelord. In addition to losing the Ponds, the fields of Trenzalore are calling. But first they have to figure out exactly who Clara Oswald is.

[A/N - First official episode of series 7!]

Elise followed the Doctor as they walked on the surface of a ravaged planet. “Where are we?” Elise asked, looking at all the Dalek statues.

“It’s the planet Skaro. The home of the Daleks.”

Elise moved closer to the Doctor. Even though Elise was nearly an adult, Daleks still terrified her.

They entered a rundown building and saw a lone figure standing in front of a window. It was a woman wearing a cloak with a hood.

“I got your message. Not many people can do that. Send me messages,” the Doctor told her.

“I have a daughter, Hannah. She's in a Dalek prison camp. They say you can help.”

“Do they? I wish they'd stop. I love your choice of meeting place.”

“They said I'd have to intrigue you.”

“Skaro. The original planet of the Daleks. Look at the state of it. Who told you about me?”

“Does it matter?”

“Maybe not, but you're very well informed.” The Doctor walked over to her and pulled her hood back. “If Hannah's in a Dalek prison camp, tell me, why aren't you?”

“I escaped.”

The Doctor laughed. “No. Nobody escapes the Dalek camps.” He grabbed her hand. “You're very cold.” He touched her face and then looked around.

“What's wrong?” Elise asked him.

“It's a trap.”

“What is?” the woman asked.

“You are, and you don't even know it.”

The Doctor and Elise backed away as a Dalek eyestalk came out of her forehead. A gun came out of her palm and shot them both. When the two of them woke up, they were surrounded by Daleks.

Elise clung to her father’s arm as they led them through a corridor into a circular white room.

“So how much trouble are we in?” they heard Rory ask.

“How much trouble, Mister Pond? Out of ten? Eleven,” the Doctor said.

The ceiling opened up and they started rising. Soon they were surrounded by Daleks, which was making Elise very nervous. The last time she saw this many, Gallifrey was burning.

“Where are we? A spaceship, right?” Amy asked.

“Not just any spaceship. The Parliament of the Daleks,” the Doctor told them, “Be brave.”

“What do we do?”

“Make them remember you.” The Doctor stepped forward, despite Elise trying to pull him back.

If they’d not been surrounded by Daleks, it would have been comical the way Elise’s feet slid along the ground.

“Well, come on then. You've got me. What are you waiting for? At long last, it's Christmas! Here I am!”

The Doctor and Elise closed their eyes, waiting for the killing shot.

“Save us. You will save us,” the head of the Daleks spoke.

The Doctor and Elise turned to face it. “I'll what?” the Doctor asked.

“You will save the Daleks.” The Daleks around them repeated the phrase.

“Well. This is new,” the Doctor said.

Elise looked at him. “You think?”

The Doctor paced back and forth while Elise kept her eyes on the Daleks around them. He eventually stopped and straightened his bowtie and checked his watch.

“We have arrived,” a Dalek said.

“Arrived where?” the Doctor asked.

“Doctor,” the Dalek without a shell said.

“The Prime Minister will speak with you now,” the woman from earlier told them.

“Do you remember who you were before they emptied you out and turned you into their puppet?” the Doctor asked.

“My memories are only reactivated if they are required to facilitate cover or disguise.”

“You had a daughter.”

Elise knew why he was angry. He got very defensive when it came to children, mainly because they reminded him of herself.

The woman leaned in close to the Doctor. “I know. I've read my file.”

Elise and the Doctor walked up to the Dalek Prime Minister.

“Well?” the Doctor said.

“What do you know of the Dalek Asylum?” the Prime Minister asked/

“According to legend, you have a dumping ground. A planet where you lock up all the Daleks that go wrong. The battle-scarred, the insane, the ones even you can't control. It's never made any sense to me.”

“Why not?”

“Because you'd just kill them.”

“It is offensive to us to extinguish such divine hatred.”

“Offensive?” The Doctor approached the glass where the Prime Minister sat.

“Does it surprise you to know the Daleks have a concept of beauty?”

“I thought you'd run out of ways to make me sick. But hello again. You think hatred is beautiful.” The Doctor turned away from the glass and walked away.

“Perhaps that is why we have never been able to kill you.”

A hole opened in the middle of the floor and they all gathered around it.

“The Asylum. It occupies the entire planet, right to the core,” the woman told them.

“How many Daleks are in there?” the Doctor asked.

“A count has not been made. Millions, certainly.”

“All still alive?”

“It has to be assumed. The Asylum is fully automated. Supervision is not required.”

“Armed?” Amy asked.

“The Daleks are always armed.”

“What color?” Rory asked.

Everyone looked at him.

“I'm sorry, there weren't any good questions left.”

“This signal is being received from the very heart of the Asylum.”

An opera started playing.

“What is the noise? Explain. Explain,” the Supreme Dalek asked.

“Er, it's me,” the Doctor said.

“Sorry, what?” Rory asked him.

“It's me, playing the triangle.”

The Doctor chuckled at the exasperated look on all their faces. “Okay, I got buried in the mix. Carmen. Lovely show.” He took out his sonic screwdriver and scanned. “Someone's transmitting this. Have you considered tracking back the signal and talking to them? He asked the Daleks.”

The Doctor pressed a button on the console in front of him. “Hello? Hello? Carmen. Hello?”

A woman’s voice came over the speakers. “Hello?”

“Come in. Come in. Come in, Carmen.”

“Hello! Yes, yes, sorry.”

The opera stopped playing.

“Do you read me?” she asked.

“Yes, reading you loud and clear. Identify yourself and report your status.”

“Hello. Are you real? Are you actually, properly, real?”

“Yes, confirmed. Actually, properly, real.”

“Oswin Oswald, Junior Entertainment Manager, Starship Alaska. Current status, crashed and shipwrecked somewhere not nice. Been here a year, rest of the crew missing. Provisions good but keen to move on.”

“A year? Are you okay? Are you under attack?”

“Some local lifeforms. Been keeping them out.”

“Do you know what those lifeforms are?”

“I know a Dalek when I hear one, yeah.”

“What have you been doing on your own against the Daleks for a year?”

“Making soufflés?”

“Soufflés? Against the Daleks?” The Doctor laughed. “Where'd you get the milk?”

“This conversation is irrelevant,” the Supreme Dalek said.

“No, it isn't!” the Doctor snapped, “Because a starliner has crashed into your Asylum, and someone's got in. And if someone can get in, then everything can get out. A tsunami of insane Daleks. Even you don't want that.”

“The Asylum must be cleansed.”

“Then why is it still here? You've enough firepower on this ship to blast it out of the sky.”

“The Asylum forcefield is impenetrable,” the Dalek puppet told him.

“Turn it off.” “It can only be turned off from within the Asylum.”

“A small taskforce could sneak through a forcefield. Send in a couple of Daleks.” The Doctor started to walk back to the center of the room when he stopped and started clapping. “Oh. Oh, that's good. That's brilliant. You're all too scared to go down there. Not one of you will go, so tell me, what do the Daleks do when they're too scared?”

“The Predator of the Daleks will be deployed,” the Supreme Dalek said.

“You don't have a Predator, and even if you did, why would they turn off a forcefield for you?”

“Because you will have no other means of escape,” the Prime Minister told him.

“May I clarify? The Predator is the Dalek's word for you,” the Dalek puppet said.

“Me? Me?” the Doctor asked.

“You will need this. It will protect you from the nanocloud.”

Two men stepped forward and placed wristbands on the Doctor and Elise’s wrists.

“The what? The nano what?” the Doctor asked.

“The gravity beam will convey you close to the source of the transmission. You must find a way to deactivate the forcefield from there,” the puppet said.

“You're going to fire me at a planet? That's your plan? I get fired at a planet and expected to fix it.”

“In fairness, that is slightly your MO,” Rory told him.

“Don't be fair to the Daleks when they're firing me at a planet.”

The men put wristbands on Amy and Rory as well.

“What do you want with them?” the Doctor asked.

“It is known the Doctor required companions,” the Supreme Dalek said.

“Oh, brilliant! Good-o!” Rory yelled.

Elise offered him a small smile and took his hand in hers.

“Don't worry. We'll get through this, I promise. Don't be scared,” the Doctor told Amy.

“Scared? Who's scared? Geronimo.”

The Doctor laughed and the next thing they knew, they were being shoved into the gravity beam.

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timelord-winchester-22b · 7 years

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A lot can happen in three days

Here we are, as requested. The Doctor was in the request Ten or Eleven if i recall correctly. I believe I didn’t really state any specifics so this will be for any. This went a couple different ways in my mind but I eventually finished on the cybermen. A bit blegh, not my favorite, but it turned out okay. Hope you still like it though.

Word count: 1626

“Three days?” You double-checked, fixing your bag on your shoulder.

“Three days” The Doctor confirmed, giving you a quick kiss and a wave as he stepped back into the Tardis. You waved in return as he closed the door behind him and soon the box you called your home was slowly fading away. You smiled softly at the empty space, knowing you’d miss him. But he’d be back. Just three days. Three days for you to visit home and have a quick catch up with your friends and family before you were back out into space. First was your best friend. You were staying at their house over the three days and they were the only one to know about the Doctor and where you’d really been. So you could ramble excitedly about your adventures before you had to go and talk about how ‘college’ was doing to everyone else. You turned, heading inside your friend’s place with your phone already in hand filled with pictures.

Three days, you could do that. Three days would be fine.

Three days was not fine. Trust you to get home just before an alien invasion. This was just absolutely typical. You had been so used to this, you should have already expected it. One thing you weren’t used to however, is having no one by your side. In all honesty, you were freaking out. You had been in your friend’s house early the second morning, laughing over a couple stories from the Tardis with tea, when the TV switched to breaking news.

Both of you were quick to pay attention, especially when you heard the Prime Minister suddenly start asking about the Doctor. You knew then, it was your responsibility to call him, get a hold of him somehow. You were his companion right? More than that, obviously, but not everyone had to know that. You put your tea down and walked quickly back to the bedroom with your friend right behind you. You picked up your phone and was ready to dial right when the screen went black. You frowned. You could swear it was fully charged.

You sighed, changing your plan to get dressed quickly as possible and telling your friend you were going out to get a closer look at what was happening and see if you could get ahold of the Doctor. Your friend protested and insisted you stay where it was safe but you simply grabbed your dead phone and left, promising you’d be back once it was all over. It didn’t take long for you to find the centre of what was happening.

You ducked inside a dark shop with the window and door broken, managing to hide just as something came around the corner. Your heart was beating faster than you’d thought possible when you tried to peek around the corner at the sound you recognised. What you saw didn’t help one bit. A row of cybermen were moving down the street, seemingly searching for something.

“Human detected” One spoke up suddenly. You covered your mouth to keep from screaming, ducking back in your hiding place and hoping against all hope that they wouldn’t find you. You let out a real scream when a metal hand clamped down on your arm. “You are human. You are inferior. You will be upgraded” It told you as it pulled you along.

“The hell I will!” You screamed, terror lacing your words. “You’re gonna regret doing anything to me. Do you know who I am?” The cyberman stopped, turning to you.

“Initiating scan” There was a moment that was silent for all but your panicked breathing as the cybermen all around you fell frozen. “Scan complete. Alert. Human is (F/N) (L/N). Companion to the Doctor”

“Damn right” You breathed in almost relief, hoping against all hope that they would let you go for fear of the Doctor.

“Companions of the Doctor are time travellers” The cyberman stated. You frowned slightly at it.

“What about it?” You asked carefully, looking around at all of them.

“Scan initiated” Another moment of silence. “Scan complete. You are carrying traces of Time Energy. You will be upgraded to Cyber-Planner” Your eyes widened in shock as you heard this and you immediately tried to struggle away. The cybermen teleported themselves and you back to what looked like their ship. You were quickly sat down where your wrists and ankles were restrained to the straight-backed metal chair.

“No! You can’t do this, you can’t! The Doctor will never stop looking for me, he’ll kill you all!” You shouted at them, tugging fruitlessly at the restraints. The cybermen didn’t answer and it was only a moment later that you felt something small crawling up your legs. You looked down and screamed at the sight of the many metal bugs crawling over you now. Not just the fact that they were bugs, but you knew they had something to do with this upgrade to ‘Cyber-Planner’ which you hadn’t heard about before. You knew you needed the Doctor, but how were you supposed to call him? It was likely he didn’t even know you were in trouble. He might even show up tomorrow like he was supposed to, only to find you gone and half the world were cybermen. So as one last resort, your one last hope to keep yourself human, you knew what you had to do.

“Doctor!” You called as loud as you could, louder than you ever had before. You felt your mind change, and it was only another moment before you knew you were gone. Your panic faded to nothing. You felt a cold smile spread across your face.

“Conversion complete” One of the cybermen stated. The restraints on the metal chair snapped open and you stood and stretched with the smile never leaving your face.

“Complete alright” You heard your voice say. “My, my. Look at that, information. So, what are we up to?” You turned to one of the cybermen who’d brought you here, facing it with all the authority you knew you now had. It was about to answer when an all too familiar sound filled the air. You turned with the rest of the cybermen as one stated exactly what you were all seeing with a degree of panic.

“Tardis materializing”

“I think we can see that” You pointed out, watching as the blue box solidified in front of you with the thud of the landing. The doors opened as the Doctor rushed out, his panicked state turning to frozen horror as he stopped, taking you in and realising what had happened.

“No…”

“A bit late Doctor” You seethed. The cybermen suddenly dropped all around you and he looked around in confusion before his eyes fell on you. “You have no idea how hard this is” You breathed out softer.

“(Y/N), it’s still you?” The Doctor asked hesitantly. You nodded.

“Yeah…” Your legs gave out and your vision darkened for a second and when it was done you found yourself on your hands and knees, looking up at the Doctor as he watched you in horror.

“It won’t be for much longer” He told you sadly. You frowned.

“What-“ You cut yourself off with a gasp, realising exactly what he meant as you felt another presence in your mind, trying to push to the surface. Trying to take you over completely. The Doctor was suddenly in front of you, helping you sit up so you were sitting on your knees. You gave a pleading look and without a word he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and was scanning you. He grimaced slightly before looking at you properly.

“(Y/N), listen to me. I have a way to fix this but… It’s going to hurt a bit” He explained hesitantly.

“A bit?” You questioned incredulously.

“A lot” He corrected. “But I don’t know what else to do. I can’t-“

“Do it” You told him. He paused.

“You don’t even know what it is. You’re just going to let me?” He asked slowly. You nodded confidently.

“Yeah, I trust you. Do it” You repeated. He watched you a moment longer before nodding.

“This will be over soon, I promise” He told you softly, placing a kiss to your forehead.

The moments to follow were a pain filled blur. You weren’t sure how long it lasted or if you screamed or not but the one thing you were sure about is that the Doctor was there the whole time, speaking softly to you, telling you it was almost over. When it did stop the first thing you noticed was the emptiness in your head. It was only you. You looked up into the hope filled eyes of the Doctor and smiled.

“It worked” You told him breathlessly. He smiled in return, pulling you in for a hug. As you thought over everything that had happened that day, you found yourself crying into his shoulder. He held you tighter, shushing you gently and whispering to you to calm you down.

“What is it?” He asked after a moment. You pulled back slightly to look at him properly, your eyes locked on his.

“You heard me” You whispered in almost disbelief. He smiled at you, one hand moving to cup your cheek as he wiped a tear away with his thumb.

“(Y/N), it doesn’t matter where or when you are, or how far apart we are. I will always hear you, and I will always come for you” He promised you. You smiled at the genuineness in his voice and pulled him close again for a slow sweet kiss.

“Three days can end a bit early, can’t they?” You asked softly. He laughed.

“Of course they can. Whatever you want, (Y/N)”

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