[Universe 1]
Jennifer looked to the Dalek who got what it wanted. "What are you planning on doing? What are you going to accomplish? Is there someplace you can go, where you don't have to just keep killing? I mean this is a fresh start for you." Jen told it as they continued on their path now that the balkheads had been lifted. "I mean, you said the Doctor and you were so similar but I really don't see the resemblance at all. You're both going on about some war but it's over now right? Just leave it in the past and move on." She told the alien as they kept going along, it pointing its weapon at her while she had dropped hers in the hallway, deeming it pointless. "The Doctor is really great and you know what, you're not entirely awful either..." She was trying.
The Dalek suddenly came to a stop and shot up at the ceiling, creating a large hole.
Was it gonna escape? And do what?
She saw the Doctor toward him, carrying a large weapon. Instinctively she moved in front of the silent Dalek who seemed to be mulling over its place in the universe as well as what Jennifer had said to him. "There's no need to do this." She told the Doctor. "Why do you have to kill it? I mean yeah it did some bad things but it can change. And it is changing!" She protested. Why couldn't the Doctor see that? Was he so blinding by his hate that he couldn't just notice that the Dalek wasn't a blood thirsty thing anymore? The Doctor said it couldn't change and Jen gave hm a bit of a glare. Didn't he trust her word, what she knew? While limited, she knew the Dalek behind her. "You're not a killer." She told the Doctor, her look darkening.
But then the Dalek said the Doctor would make a good Dalek. She wanted to roll her eyes. Couldn't the two of them just stop? God, she felt like she was trying to separate two brats who were arguing about something that happened last week. The Doctor took aim again and she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Would he really shoot through her to get to a Dalek? It kind of broke her heart. He ended up discarding his weapon but she still wasn't happy with him. His intentions were somehow good and bad. The Dalek and Doctor exchanged more words, the Doctor explained how her DNA had somehow tainted the lone Dalek. Unable to stand it, the Dalek killed itself and it seemed for now, there was no danger. Jennifer still didn't feel any less relieved though.
Had she been feeling like herself, she would have tossed Van Statten a kiss but instead she just followed the Doctor, unable to shake the feeling of disappointment. They got back in the TARDIS and Jen walked over to him, tempted to start yelling at him. "That Dalek is wrong." She told the Doctor. "The war is over, you can't hold one Dalek accountable for all crimes just like you can't do the same to yourself. I don't know what happened back then but you're not a killer, you save and help people. You do a lot of good." Jen told him. "And you've changed just like him, when I met you, you didn't wanna be around anyone but still, you wanted to talk to that Nesting Consciousness, you wanted to talk before restoring to violence. And I really admired that about you." She smiled a little.
Then she moved over and hugged him lightly. "And you had a super awesome space ship." She teased.
- - -
[Universe 2]
As they went along, Summer asked if the world would really get overrun by the aliens, he shook his head, a little amused that she didn't get it by this point. "It won't happen, certain points in time keep things on track but for the most part, events are free to be changed in any sort of way. The reason why don't remember Carrionites is because they don't succeed." He told her. "Remember in Back to the Future when Marty went back and changed events so that when he went forward in time, his life was much better? Well that's how it works." He made a thoughtful face. He didn't want to get into it. Now wasn't the time. "Sort of." The Doctor waved a hand, certain that Summer would just trust him and hurry along.
Now time to put an end to these pests.
He looked around and suddenly one appeared, lovely.
The Doctor stepped forward, taking the invitation. Or bait, as some may call it. Summer stuck by him though his mind was back to unraveling the detestable fate they had in store for everyone. Before the man could say or do anything to Lilith, Summer stepped forward, saying she got it. He opened his mouth to stop her since he already predicted what she may do and it wouldn't work. He frowned at her attempt while it was good, it wasn't right. He shook his head. "That won't work on another one. Words are very selective and delicate. Naming them won't work multiple times and not like that, I'm afraid." He told Summer.
Lilith and Doctor then converse, his view of the witches only growing more dim. Planning an escape, she managed to snag a lock of his hair. She then flew off but not without stabbing him in the heart. While his name was a secret, there were other ways to get to him. Stumbling to his feet, the Doctor glanced to Summer before he blacked out. When he came around, Summer seemed okay which was quite a relief. "Come on, we need to hurry." He got to his feet with her help. "You're alright yes?" He had to check. She was and so he hurried with her back to the Globe Theater. When they got there, much to his horror, the play is already wrapping up. "No!" He pushed his way to the backstage, finding Shakespeare coming around, having been knocked out. The Carrionites appeared and the Doctor looked to Summer and William.
"We need powerful words, words of any sort as long as they have real meaning behind them." He said as he hurried onto the stage to see the gathered crowd in terror. With the help of Shakespeare and Summer, they settled on a handy spell from Harry Potter to drive them back to their own world, sealing the link as they vanished. "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" The Doctor declared, grin wide as the chaos subsided. He turned to Summer, suddenly feeling a bit drained and a bit tired. "I think we should take our leave now. I'm sorry this didn't go as planned." The Doctor said to Summer though this was becoming a habit and it wasn't as bad as it seemed. "It's been a real treat." He said to the playwright.
"The future is surely a sight to see, you two have stories of your own to write." The man smiled to them both.
Jennifer looked to the Dalek who got what it wanted. "What are you planning on doing? What are you going to accomplish? Is there someplace you can go, where you don't have to just keep killing? I mean this is a fresh start for you." Jen told it as they continued on their path now that the balkheads had been lifted. "I mean, you said the Doctor and you were so similar but I really don't see the resemblance at all. You're both going on about some war but it's over now right? Just leave it in the past and move on." She told the alien as they kept going along, it pointing its weapon at her while she had dropped hers in the hallway, deeming it pointless. "The Doctor is really great and you know what, you're not entirely awful either..." She was trying.
The Dalek suddenly came to a stop and shot up at the ceiling, creating a large hole.
Was it gonna escape? And do what?
She saw the Doctor toward him, carrying a large weapon. Instinctively she moved in front of the silent Dalek who seemed to be mulling over its place in the universe as well as what Jennifer had said to him. "There's no need to do this." She told the Doctor. "Why do you have to kill it? I mean yeah it did some bad things but it can change. And it is changing!" She protested. Why couldn't the Doctor see that? Was he so blinding by his hate that he couldn't just notice that the Dalek wasn't a blood thirsty thing anymore? The Doctor said it couldn't change and Jen gave hm a bit of a glare. Didn't he trust her word, what she knew? While limited, she knew the Dalek behind her. "You're not a killer." She told the Doctor, her look darkening.
But then the Dalek said the Doctor would make a good Dalek. She wanted to roll her eyes. Couldn't the two of them just stop? God, she felt like she was trying to separate two brats who were arguing about something that happened last week. The Doctor took aim again and she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Would he really shoot through her to get to a Dalek? It kind of broke her heart. He ended up discarding his weapon but she still wasn't happy with him. His intentions were somehow good and bad. The Dalek and Doctor exchanged more words, the Doctor explained how her DNA had somehow tainted the lone Dalek. Unable to stand it, the Dalek killed itself and it seemed for now, there was no danger. Jennifer still didn't feel any less relieved though.
Had she been feeling like herself, she would have tossed Van Statten a kiss but instead she just followed the Doctor, unable to shake the feeling of disappointment. They got back in the TARDIS and Jen walked over to him, tempted to start yelling at him. "That Dalek is wrong." She told the Doctor. "The war is over, you can't hold one Dalek accountable for all crimes just like you can't do the same to yourself. I don't know what happened back then but you're not a killer, you save and help people. You do a lot of good." Jen told him. "And you've changed just like him, when I met you, you didn't wanna be around anyone but still, you wanted to talk to that Nesting Consciousness, you wanted to talk before restoring to violence. And I really admired that about you." She smiled a little.
Then she moved over and hugged him lightly. "And you had a super awesome space ship." She teased.
- - -
[Universe 2]
As they went along, Summer asked if the world would really get overrun by the aliens, he shook his head, a little amused that she didn't get it by this point. "It won't happen, certain points in time keep things on track but for the most part, events are free to be changed in any sort of way. The reason why don't remember Carrionites is because they don't succeed." He told her. "Remember in Back to the Future when Marty went back and changed events so that when he went forward in time, his life was much better? Well that's how it works." He made a thoughtful face. He didn't want to get into it. Now wasn't the time. "Sort of." The Doctor waved a hand, certain that Summer would just trust him and hurry along.
Now time to put an end to these pests.
He looked around and suddenly one appeared, lovely.
The Doctor stepped forward, taking the invitation. Or bait, as some may call it. Summer stuck by him though his mind was back to unraveling the detestable fate they had in store for everyone. Before the man could say or do anything to Lilith, Summer stepped forward, saying she got it. He opened his mouth to stop her since he already predicted what she may do and it wouldn't work. He frowned at her attempt while it was good, it wasn't right. He shook his head. "That won't work on another one. Words are very selective and delicate. Naming them won't work multiple times and not like that, I'm afraid." He told Summer.
Lilith and Doctor then converse, his view of the witches only growing more dim. Planning an escape, she managed to snag a lock of his hair. She then flew off but not without stabbing him in the heart. While his name was a secret, there were other ways to get to him. Stumbling to his feet, the Doctor glanced to Summer before he blacked out. When he came around, Summer seemed okay which was quite a relief. "Come on, we need to hurry." He got to his feet with her help. "You're alright yes?" He had to check. She was and so he hurried with her back to the Globe Theater. When they got there, much to his horror, the play is already wrapping up. "No!" He pushed his way to the backstage, finding Shakespeare coming around, having been knocked out. The Carrionites appeared and the Doctor looked to Summer and William.
"We need powerful words, words of any sort as long as they have real meaning behind them." He said as he hurried onto the stage to see the gathered crowd in terror. With the help of Shakespeare and Summer, they settled on a handy spell from Harry Potter to drive them back to their own world, sealing the link as they vanished. "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" The Doctor declared, grin wide as the chaos subsided. He turned to Summer, suddenly feeling a bit drained and a bit tired. "I think we should take our leave now. I'm sorry this didn't go as planned." The Doctor said to Summer though this was becoming a habit and it wasn't as bad as it seemed. "It's been a real treat." He said to the playwright.
"The future is surely a sight to see, you two have stories of your own to write." The man smiled to them both.