belle, doctor who

ten

"Doctor, this is Professor Edwin Bracewell. Head of our Ironsides Project."

The Doctor gives him a V for Victory salute. Belle follows what he did.

"How do you do?" Professor Bracewell says, smiling. Belle smiles back as she links arms with Amy.

"Two flights JU thirty eights approaching from the east," she hears someone say.

A bomb lands nearby. Amy gazes at all the barrage balloons moored over the city. Belle follows her eye movements.

"Oh, Doctor. Doctor, it's—"

"History."

Belle groans. "I don't want it to be another Pompeii day," she tells him. Amy looks at her.

"What happened during Pompeii day? Did you go to Pompeii?"

"He really didn't tell you a thing, did he?"

"It's been two years since I last saw him. Of course he didn't," Amy says. Belle glares at the Doctor playfully. He glared back, but kissed her cheek. She blushes again, having him smirk.

"Ready, Bracewell?" They hear Winston say.

"Aye aye, sir. On my order, fire!"

Energy bolts zoom out from a sandbagged emplacement towards the approaching Nazi planes. Everyone has a dead hit.

"What was that?" Amy asks as the Doctor takes Belle and puts an arm around her waist. He stares at Winston. Belle is tense.

"That wasn't human. That was never human technology. That sounded like. Show me. Show me. Show me what that was!"

"Advance," Professor Bracewell says.

"Our new secret weapon. Ha!"

Suddenly, a Dalek rolls out from the emplacement. Its designation logo is a Union Flag and it is painted khaki, with an army utility belt around it.

"What do you think? Quite something, eh?"

The Doctor lets go of Belle's waist. She could see how angry he got when looking at the Dalek, though she didn't know what the Dalek was.

"What are you doing here?"

"I am your soldier," the Dalek says in a robot voice. Belle cringed.

"What?"

"I am your soldier."

"Stop this. Stop now. Now, you know who I am. You always know."

"Your identity is unknown," says the Dalek.

"Perhaps I can clarify things here. This is one of my Ironsides," Professor Bracewell tries to help.

"Your what?" The Doctor and Belle ask at the same time. The Doctor grabs Belle's hand again.

"You will help the Allied cause in any way that you can."

"Yes."

"Until the Germans have been utterly smashed,"

"Yes."

"And what is your ultimate aim?"

"To win the war," the Dalek announced.

•••

They're now in Winston's office.

"They're Daleks. They're called Daleks," the Doctor explains. Belle is now less confused.

"They are Bracewell's Ironsides, Doctor. Look. Blueprints, statistics, field tests, photographs. He invented them," Winston says.

"Invented them? Oh, no, no, no," he says.