After the Doctor tells her that the Daleks came here miniaturized, that who or what caused them their plight brought them here, for purposes they're unaware, but the fact they're unintentionally masquerading as toys from David's show, Lila's unable to utter more than, "Son of a...!"
Gesturing as she talked, Clara explained to Lila that they're not sure of the motive, but given whoever or whatever done it to the Daleks disabled their weapons and comms, there's a chance that there wasn't anything malicious about miniaturizing them. Maybe it's some twisted humour.
"Humor?! You're telling me a trickster made these killer trash cans small and wrapped them up in a neat package just to have themselves a laugh?" Lila found little solace in the idea that there wasn't a plot to invade on Christmas, but rather someone having a disagreement with the Daleks deciding to turn them into tiny terrors.
Exhaling, the Doctor replied that they don't know what they're looking for, the TARDIS wasn't helpful, causing Lila to snort as she tells him that it's not the first time the machine wasn't helpful. Theirs is barely hanging on by a strand at this rate, should've rented a dozer and grabbed all those gems and minerals from that dig spot with what they must go through.
"I don't suppose you can help a companion out and tell me how to fix it up, mine's not exactly fond of the idea of going to the source, if you catch my drift," Lila asked the Doctor if he had any luck fixing their TARDIS so it wasn't feigning for power sources and Theodore having to rewire everything just to get them home from an adventure. They don't exactly have the luxury of using black matter every time something goes wrong.
Shrugging his shoulders, the Doctor replied that when the TARDIS showed up into his life, it was fine and dandy, don't know why hers and her 'Doctor' have a worse off TARDIS.
Lila summed the reasoning for the state of their TARDIS as, "Call it an heirloom."
Unfortunately, the Doctor couldn't help her with fixing their TARDIS, his came in a good shape. He doesn't know how to help them other than ransacking Dalek ships for parts and black matter.
Lila revolted at the idea, but the Doctor reminded her that they have the necessities to keep the TARDIS barely functional, with the bonus that it's "fine" to steal from Daleks. Nobody cares if they steal the whole damn ship from them, so the two have no reason to worry.
"Outside Daleks wanting to kill us," Lila pointed out to him that they're not exactly forgiving as it is and grudge like their lives depend on it. Stealing from them's just going make problems worse. They get very angry when someone steals from them, ironic, Lila knows.
The Doctor conceded and looked at the time, he grimaced as he corralled the women together as he said they needed to hurry and help the Daleks, find whoever or whatever did this, and send them off. He's got plans of his own and he wanted the Daleks gone before he becomes late.
As the Doctor shooed them inside the TARDIS, looking more modern and sleeker than what the cosmetic looked for hers and Theodore's TARDIS, Lila asks if he doesn't want the aide of another Doctor, help get things rolling. Only for the Doctor to tell her that they don't have time and that the TARDIS picked her, so that must mean in the long line of reasonings, that she's available for help, and not Theodore.
"It's his job, why didn't it invade his living room?" Lila balked that the TARDIS came to her when it should've besieged the man who took up the mantle as the Doctor, not his companion.
Weakly shrugging, the Doctor responded that he didn't make the decision, the TARDIS chose where he went, and that's that. Can't change its mind, no matter how much he'd like to.
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanfictionIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...
