We Watched Gallifrey Burn

Part 6

RANI'S POV:

I slip through the shadows silently. The guards snore in the darkness, their snorting echoing through the long halls of the Pandorica Prison Ship. It's amazing how they can stay asleep with all that racket.

I remember all those times back on Gallifrey, sprinting down the corridors with my two best friends, the psychopath and the loner.

Snapping back into reality, I sneak down the aisle I need.

Hall 40-49. Perfect.

I creep past the rest of the crazy aliens, and towards the highest security cell in the entire prison. Cell 42.

And I'm going to break into it.

The screwdriver makes short work of the Pandorica's database, leaving the deadlock disabled. The paper then works into the guard I.D access code, finally sliding back the immense steel doors.

Impenetrable? Not any more.

Staring into the blackness, he stares back at me.

"Long time no see," I grin at him.

I immediately get to work on the straightjacket, undoing each leather buckle with difficulty, and eventually the thing falls away.

I use the screwdriver to release the chains restraining his legs.

"Thought you were dead. New Regeneration? Yes. Must be. Can you hear it?" He says, skull flashing for a moment, then returning to normal.

"Hear what?"

"The drums."

"...No, it's just your insanity. Always has been."

He pauses for a moment, contemplating my remark.

Turning to me, he pulls my head towards his, foreheads touching. A telepathic link.

Clever boy.

From somewhere deep within the reaches of his mind, I hear a faint: tap-tap-tap-tap.

I hear them.

I pull away, wide-eyed.

"See?" He grins. "Not as mad as you thought I was, huh?"

"You're still a psychopath. That's not going to change." I snarl at him.

While we're arguing, a guard stirs, and wakes. His sleep-ridden eyes snap open, and he sounds the alarm. "P-Prisoner 42 has escaped! Code red! Repeat! Code red!" He shrieks into a walkie-talkie, as Judoon stream out of the main entrance.

I type something into the time-vortex manipulator around my wrist, and within a second, we're teleported aboard my TARDIS.

"That is the last time I break you out of some sort of prison. Seriously." I snap at him.

An awkward silence follows.

"Just like old times?"

"Just like old times."

DOCTOR'S POV:

"Caan, whatever you're up to just... Stop!" I yell, enraged.

"Doc-tor... We will re... Recreate... The reality bomb..." The demented Dalek mumbled. "Your... Efforts to stop... Stop us are futile... Doc-tor..."

The reality bomb? I've heard that somewhere before... Just before Donna...

I stifle a sob, and regain composure before addressing the Daleks again. "Think about this. There are billions, billions, of innocent human beings down there. Compared to the Timelord and Kaled (The Kaled race eventually morphed it's civilization into becoming the Daleks back on Skaro) races, they are mere infants to the universe. Heck, they celebrated when they got to their own moon, let alone barely the edge of their solar system!" I begin my rant. "With Davros dead, you no longer have the blueprints for a weapon of this calibur!"

"We... May not have the... The understanding, Doc-tor, but... The Daleks are... Innovative... Beings of-of-of genius..." The defected creature stuttered.