Sorry it's been so long.
ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE BBC, STEVEN MOFFAT AND MARK GATISS. I ONLY OWN THE SLAYER
“Your name isn’t the Slayer,” Toshiko said.
“Yes it is. Jane Smith is an alias. Just like John Smith is an alias for the Doctor, and Harold Saxon was for the Master.” I explained. “I can’t walk around the place and introduce myself as the Slayer. Not a good conversation starter.”
“So you lied to us,” Owen said angrily.
“Jane is my other name. I always use that alias. So no I didn’t really lie about my name. It was just one of them.”
Owen and Toshiko just shook their heads. I looked at the screen once more, and saw one person I didn’t want to see.
“Fucking Davros. I thought he died. Oh well. Owen, Toshiko. Stay in here until I say Dorito.”
They gave me weird looks.
“Just go with the flow,” I grinned, as I straightened my fez once more, and walked out of the TARDIS.
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Just before I stepped outside, I slipped a perception filter over my head. It keeps the attention off of me. I surveyed the situation. The Doctor, a clone of the Doctor, a blonde woman, a ranga, Martha, Sarah-Jane, a black guy, another blonde woman who I assume was the other blonde’s mother, and Jack.
“YO! Jack! BEEN A WHILE!” I called. Ha! Stupid Daleks can’t see me I thought as the Daleks tried to find the source of the noise, and I hid behind the Doctor’s type 40.
Jack’s face lit up at the sound of my voice. He grinned at Martha, who grinned back, obviously remembering my voice.
“Who was that, Jack? Martha?” The Doctor in the brown suit asked.
“A friend.” Jack answered.
“Someone who can help.” Martha said.
“But how did she get on the Crucible? She can’t do that unless she has transport!” he shouted.
“AH! THAT’S TRUE! BUT I DO HAVE TRANSPORT!” I yelled.
“WHO ARE YOU?” The Doctor in the blue suit called out.
“I AM MEGATRON!” I roared. “LEADER OF THE DECEPTICONS!”
“She tends to quote movies.” Jack explained to the Doctor.
“AND YOU LOVE IT!” I yelled.
I snuck up behind a blonde and the black guy. I grabbed their shoulders, and grinned as they jumped.
“Nice to meet ya,” I winked, as I took off the perception filter.
“Explain! How did you get on board the Crucible, human?” Davros ordered.
“Why that is simple. I came here on my ship.”
“no ship can get here from earth.”
“Never assume. You’ll make an ass out of you and me, you fucktard.”
“HOW DARE YOU!” Davros roared.
“Oh, I dare. That’s the only aspect of my personality that I shared with my brother. The daring. Crazy guy he was. An asshole, but you can’t control who your family is.” I rambled.
I noticed Jack’s eyes widen as he realised what I said.
“Explain how you got here, or be exterminated!”
“You know, Davros, you remind me of a villain from a movie called Transformers. I call him dorito.” I raised my voice as I spoke those sentences, so that Toshiko and Owen could hear me.
They obviously heard what I had said, because moments later, they came out with the guns I had given them, shooting at the daleks. While they had the daleks distracted, I ran over to the controls of the reality bomb. Quickly pressing a few of the buttons, and using my sonic screwdriver, I called out,
“Holding cells deactivated.”
“How did you do that? And who are you anyway?” the clone Doctor asked.
Before I could answer, Jack butted in.
“She’s just Jane. That’s what she does, figures out the impossible.” He shrugged.
I mouthed ‘thank you’ in his direction. He walked over to me, while the Doctors and the ranga sent back the planets to where they were supposed to be.
“I take it you didn’t want to reveal that you are a Time Lord just yet.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. And Owen stared at Jack like he was an idiot.
“JACK! SHE’S A TIME LADY!” Owen exclaimed.
I facepalmed.
“THIS IS WHY I CALL YOU DIPSHIT, SIR DIPSHIT!”
“She’s a what?” clone Doctor asked, surprised.
“A perfectly normal human being,” I snapped.
The Doctor then got everyone inside of his TARDIS, well, I say everyone, but I mean except me, Owen and Toshiko. He stuck his head back out as Owen and Toshiko climbed back into my TARDIS.
“What’s that?” he asked pointing at the post box.
“That, Doctor, is a post box.”
He raised an eyebrow at me.
“Fine. A post box that is smaller on the outside.”
“Who are you, really?”
“An old friend. A very old friend. I bid you adieu Doctor. I am sure that we will meet again. But before I go. Fezzes are, and always will be cool. Remember that.” I winked, as I climbed into my TARDIS, leaving the Doctor in thought.
