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Continued from Victory of the Daleks ― I __________
Freja and Amy followed Churchill back into his office, where the woman from earlier, Breen, was waiting. "Prime Minister."
"Yes?"
"Signal from RDF, sir." She handed him a paper. "Unidentified object. Hanging in the sky, Captain Childers says. We can't get a proper fix, though. It's too far up."
Churchill turned to Freja and Amy. "What do you think, Miss Henriksdatter? Miss Pond?" He asked. "The Doctor's in trouble, and now we know where he is."
"Yeah." Amy nodded, figuring it out. "Because he'll be on that ship, won't he?"
"Smack dab in the middle of it all." Freja couldn't help but grin.
Churchill nodded. "Exactly."
***
The Doctor poked his head out of the TARDIS after he landed on the Dalek ship. "How 'bout that cuppa now, then?" He asked with a slight smirk.
"It is the Doctor!" A gold Dalek shouted.
"Exterminate!" One of the khaki Daleks called.
"Wait, wait, wait!" The Doctor held up his hands before pulling out a small round object and holding it out. "I wouldn't if I were you! TARDIS self-destruct. And you know what that means. My ship goes, you all go with it."
"You would not use such a device." Another Dalek said.
"Try me." The Doctor challenged. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" He held out the small round object threateningly as one of the Daleks rolled forward to scan. "No scans. No nothing. One move, and I'll destroy us all, you got that? TARDIS bang bang, Daleks boom!"' The Dalek stopped. "Good boy." He then gazed around, taking particular notice of the Daleks' instrument panels. "This ship's pretty beaten up." He evaluated. "Practically running on empty. I could say the same about you lot, too. When we last met, you were at the end of your rope." He smirked. "Finished."
"One ship survived." A khaki Dalek said.
"And you fell back through time, yes." The Doctor nodded. "Crippled. Dying."
"We picked up a trace. One of the Progenitor devices."
"Progenitor?" The Doctor quirked one of his thin eyebrows. "What's that when it's at home?"
"It is our past, and our future."
"Ooh, that's deep." The Doctor narrowed his eyes. "That is deep for a Dalek. . .What does it mean, though?"
