The War Planet

The Doctor

"Where do you think you're going? I need your help decorating for the party!" Amy shouted. With all the planning, and the rush of decorating, the Scottish woman was absolutely frazzled. I couldn't blame her, really. "I'm sorry, Amy," I say, perfectly calm, "but I've got to pick up Kira's present and I want to do it alone so that it's a surprise for everyone." She sighs heavily, looking to be at her wit's end. "Well, hurry up. River's supposed to be back with Kira at any moment and Rory is still at the hospital. I'm nowhere near being done decorating, and I've still got to finish the cake," she says wearily, slumping against the wall and looking around desperately. I feel bad for leaving her, but it won't take long. 

"Don't worry. I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail," I assure her as I step into the TARDIS. I knew I had to be careful, or I'd be seen by a young Kira or someone much less plesant, and history wouldn't be the same. So I set the TARDIS on silent and piloted her to the Dalek's ship several years ago. I patted the console before stepping cautiously out the doors. I was positive that no one saw me. 

"Honestly Madame Kovarian, how do the daleks manage to break this badly?" a six-year-old Kira asked Madame Kovarian. Madame Kovarian looked the same, as if she couldn't possibly age anymore. I ducked behind a post and watched. "Well, dear, the daleks aren't well liked and their constant need to know everything gets them in trouble," Kovarian explains patiently. Despite what she did, she was good with Kira. 

"Well I wish for once that they would bugger off! I'm tired of fixing them! I wouldn't mind it if it was a little more challenging, or there was a little variety to the problem, but it's always the exact same way!" the six-year-old exclaims in childish frustration. It was very endearing and I was tempted to take the six-year-old Kira back. Kovarian smiled down at the girl. "Just be glad you don't have to listem to them all day, with those annoying voices and having to 'explain, explain' all the time. It makes your throat sore," she muttered. I continued to watch unseen, glancing at my daughter fondly. I also happened to notice the necklace she so often talked about falling off into the broken dalek. 

"Kira, look at the time! Let's go have lunch. Afterwards, you can finish repairs on this dalek before moving on to training for the day," Madame Kovarian said. I let out an anxious breath. "Fish fingers and custard?" Kira asked hopefully, dropping her tools and looking up hopefully at Madame Kovarian. A smile crept onto my face. "Honestly child, why that's your favourite meal, I don't understand," the older woman mumbled as she led the six-year-old off down a hallway. 

"Fish fingers and custard," I whisper as I scurry over to the broken dalek and pick up the necklace.I was completely unaware that a certain six-year-old was watching, having stopped to come back and pick up something she'd left behind. Or that a 'broken' dalek was noting every move I made.