Prophecy.
The Doctor was aware of an added consciousness and stiffened in response. His senses had an extension, his thought opened as if shared with another, yet he couldn’t quite grasp the additional thoughts of this mind parasite.
With the seemingly hopeless Davros predicament before him, the Doctor couldn’t dwell on this. Rose’s steady spirit was inches away, and all else he loved trapped with him. And poor Donna-no, better not think of that just now. Concentrate on the present.
Davros, merciless madman, taunted and tortured. All while the Doctor stood and could do nothing. . .
~~~~~~~
He wasn’t thrilled to wake up to the prospect of being half of this woman. Ginger, huh. And these horrible thoughts and dreadful feelings he had from the rest of himself and absorbed by design from her were enough to drive a man insane. Good thing he wasn’t just a man.
What he understood from his thoughts was another matter-the Doctor and his beloved Rose trapped and even the Time Lord was about to throw in the towel. He was only fifteen minutes old, if you counted correctly. Fifteen minutes was long enough to assess his options- no, his OPTION.
ONLY ONE THING LEFT TO DO. I MUST SAVE THEM ALL, he thought as he donned a striking blue suit and red trainers.
When he entered the console level and saw Donna standing there rather perplexed, he had to amend his earlier thought. WE MUST SAVE THEM ALL.
And they tried.
About the time when he ran into a pickle and lost his gun rights and Donna morphed into this spectacular creature via the metacrisis, he revised his approach to the situation. All this superior technology before him-his, the 2nd cleverest mind in the room-he had the resources to end the chaos for good. What else could anyone do? Daleks were hopeless, had been since their creation, and Davros was the reason they existed. He spotted his chance and purpose, for all anyone knew.
They had enjoyed the powerless Daleks so much that even Doctor/Donna didn’t notice him flick a few extra switches on the console. The human friends ran into the Tardis and the real Doctor was distracted for one second longer-- he pulled a lever and pressed a couple buttons. One flick here, one there. Aha! Chain reaction and power surge.
Dalek ships exploded and more fire swept into the room. Davros was soon lost in the smoke. It was all so quick and clever that he was surprised at the Doctor’s incredulity when the Time Lord whirled about and ran away from the Tardis.
“What have you done?” yelled the Doctor. “What are you doing?”
“Saving you!”
“But you’re-” a piece of ceiling fell and created higher flames; the man in brown jumped back a foot. “You’re destroying them! That’s genocide!”
THAT'S RIGHT, YOUR BIGGEST ENEMY LAID LOW BY YOUR HUMAN SELF, he told the Doctor, whose eyes widened at the extra voice in his mind. HOW IRONIC. He offered no more than that; there was no explanation the Doctor would understand with a Time Lord’s upbringing. In this case, it was better to be human.
“Come on, let’s go!!” the Doctor begged the blue-suited man, who stared stubbornly back with a familiar expression.
The fire was melting the console. More flames spread, cutting between them.
“There’s one switch left!” he yelled. IT NEEDS TO BE TURNED ON TO COMPLETE THIS. NO, I HAVE TO STAY!
The Doctor was frantically desperate and even reached a hand to him. “But, no, c’mon!”
LEAVE ME. LET ME DO THIS. ALL THOSE SACRIFICES FOR YOU, NOW YOU CAN SACRIFICE YOURSELF.
“NO!!” the Time Lord screamed in anguish. It was too much. The Doctor wanted to argue further, but the fire wouldn’t allow for more conversation. He took one last, horrified look back at his human self and ran into the lovely Tardis, which quickly vanished without the usual fanfare.
Alone at last, he savored the moment, still feeling the terrible feelings of the Time Lord and the human woman who were part of his makeup. On his 37th minute, he closed his eyes and flicked the last switch.
“Your most faithful companion will die!” Dalek Caan had prophesied.
And he was right.
With the seemingly hopeless Davros predicament before him, the Doctor couldn’t dwell on this. Rose’s steady spirit was inches away, and all else he loved trapped with him. And poor Donna-no, better not think of that just now. Concentrate on the present.
Davros, merciless madman, taunted and tortured. All while the Doctor stood and could do nothing. . .
~~~~~~~
He wasn’t thrilled to wake up to the prospect of being half of this woman. Ginger, huh. And these horrible thoughts and dreadful feelings he had from the rest of himself and absorbed by design from her were enough to drive a man insane. Good thing he wasn’t just a man.
What he understood from his thoughts was another matter-the Doctor and his beloved Rose trapped and even the Time Lord was about to throw in the towel. He was only fifteen minutes old, if you counted correctly. Fifteen minutes was long enough to assess his options- no, his OPTION.
ONLY ONE THING LEFT TO DO. I MUST SAVE THEM ALL, he thought as he donned a striking blue suit and red trainers.
When he entered the console level and saw Donna standing there rather perplexed, he had to amend his earlier thought. WE MUST SAVE THEM ALL.
And they tried.
About the time when he ran into a pickle and lost his gun rights and Donna morphed into this spectacular creature via the metacrisis, he revised his approach to the situation. All this superior technology before him-his, the 2nd cleverest mind in the room-he had the resources to end the chaos for good. What else could anyone do? Daleks were hopeless, had been since their creation, and Davros was the reason they existed. He spotted his chance and purpose, for all anyone knew.
They had enjoyed the powerless Daleks so much that even Doctor/Donna didn’t notice him flick a few extra switches on the console. The human friends ran into the Tardis and the real Doctor was distracted for one second longer-- he pulled a lever and pressed a couple buttons. One flick here, one there. Aha! Chain reaction and power surge.
Dalek ships exploded and more fire swept into the room. Davros was soon lost in the smoke. It was all so quick and clever that he was surprised at the Doctor’s incredulity when the Time Lord whirled about and ran away from the Tardis.
“What have you done?” yelled the Doctor. “What are you doing?”
“Saving you!”
“But you’re-” a piece of ceiling fell and created higher flames; the man in brown jumped back a foot. “You’re destroying them! That’s genocide!”
THAT'S RIGHT, YOUR BIGGEST ENEMY LAID LOW BY YOUR HUMAN SELF, he told the Doctor, whose eyes widened at the extra voice in his mind. HOW IRONIC. He offered no more than that; there was no explanation the Doctor would understand with a Time Lord’s upbringing. In this case, it was better to be human.
“Come on, let’s go!!” the Doctor begged the blue-suited man, who stared stubbornly back with a familiar expression.
The fire was melting the console. More flames spread, cutting between them.
“There’s one switch left!” he yelled. IT NEEDS TO BE TURNED ON TO COMPLETE THIS. NO, I HAVE TO STAY!
The Doctor was frantically desperate and even reached a hand to him. “But, no, c’mon!”
LEAVE ME. LET ME DO THIS. ALL THOSE SACRIFICES FOR YOU, NOW YOU CAN SACRIFICE YOURSELF.
“NO!!” the Time Lord screamed in anguish. It was too much. The Doctor wanted to argue further, but the fire wouldn’t allow for more conversation. He took one last, horrified look back at his human self and ran into the lovely Tardis, which quickly vanished without the usual fanfare.
Alone at last, he savored the moment, still feeling the terrible feelings of the Time Lord and the human woman who were part of his makeup. On his 37th minute, he closed his eyes and flicked the last switch.
“Your most faithful companion will die!” Dalek Caan had prophesied.
And he was right.