And so after about a month . . . I'M BACK! :D And we even got new iPads, too. This is great. :) It's senior year, so I don't know how much I'll update, but I'll try and update as much as I can.

Anyway, I probably miscounted - although I didn't count comment chains that were ridiculously huge - but I found 205 comments out of 400. Keep going until "Amy's Choice," guys!

Onto "Victory of the Daleks!" Huzzah!

***

When the Apocalypse opened the doors to their next destination, she was met with rifles to the face. She raised an eyebrow, then held up her hands. The soldiers moved out of the way, and she smiled when she saw the man walking towards her. "Rose? Jenny? Amy? Winston Churchill."

"Apocalypse," Churchill eyed her. "Is it you?"

"Oh, Winston, my old friend," the Apocalypse sighed, then tsked when he held out his hand. "Every time."

"What's he after?" Amy frowned.

"TARDIS key, I reckon," Rose answered.

"Think of what I could achieve with your remarkable machine, Apocalypse," Churchill said. "The lives that could be saved!"

"It doesn't work like that," Jenny shook her head.

"Must I take it by force?"

The Apocalypse raised an eyebrow, then lifted her hands up, palms facing the ceiling. The rifles flew from the soldiers' hands and pointed in their faces, clicking off. "Humor me and try, will you?"

Churchill just chuckled. "At ease."

The Apocalypse winked and released the guns, letting the men scramble to get them. "You rang?"

Churchill beckoned, and the quartet followed him through the corridors. "So, you've changed your face again."

"Yeah, well, had a bit of work done," the Apocalypse shrugged.

"Quite a bit," Rose muttered.

"Got it, got it, got it," Amy grinned as she looked around. "Cabinet War Rooms, right?"

"Yep," the Apocalypse nodded. "Top secret heart of the War Office, right under London."

"You're late, by the way," Churchill added.

The Apocalypse stopped in her tracks as Rose sighed, face palming. "Requisitions, sir," a female officer reported, handing them to Churchill.

"Excellent," he took them.

"Late?" the Apocalypse repeated.

"I rang you a month ago."

"Really?" she squeaked as Jenny burst out laughing, Rose shaking her head as she pinched the bridge of her nose, her shoulders shaking in laughter. "Sorry, sorry. It's a Type 40 TARDIS."

"She's still breaking in," Jenny giggled.

"Something the matter, Breen?" Churchill asked the woman.

"No, sir," she shook her head. "Fine, sir."

"Action this day, Breen. Action this day."

"Yes, sir."

"Excuse me, sir," a man pushed his way up. "Got another formation coming in, Prime Minister. Stukas, by the look of them."

"We shall go up then, Group Captain," Churchill nodded. "We'll give them what for. Coming, Apocalypse?"

"Why?" she frowned.

"I have something to show you."

***

"We stand at a crossroads, Apocalypse," Churchill said as the lift arrived at the roof. "Quite alone, with our backs to the wall. Invasion is expected daily. So, I will grasp with both hands anything that will give us an advantage over the Nazi menace."

"Such as?" the Apocalypse asked.

"Follow me," Churchill led her onto the roof.

"Wow," Amy whistled as she looked around the roof.

"Apocalypse, this is Professor Edwin Bracewell," Churchill gestured to a white-coated scientist looking through binoculars. "Head of our Ironsides Project."

"How do you do?" Bracewell asked.

The Apocalypse held up the V for Victory salute. "Two flights JU thirty eights approaching from the east," a voice said over the comms.

A bomb hit nearby, and Amy gasped as she took in the war. "Oh, Apocalypse . . . Apocalypse, it's - "

"History," Rose smiled at her. "Try seeing it from a barrage balloon."

"We are not going to find another brother by dangling above London," the Apocalypse warned.

Rose sighed in mock disappointment, making Jenny giggle. "Ready, Bracewell?" Churchill asked.

"Aye aye, sir," Bracewell nodded, holding up a hand. "On my order . . . fire!"

Energy bolts shot out from behind the sand bags and soared towards the approaching planes. Every shot was a direct hit. Amy gawked, stunned. The Apocalypse had stiffened like a board, and Rose's face had drained of all color. "What was that?" Amy asked.

"That wasn't human," the Apocalypse narrowed her eyes. "That was never human technology."

"And that sounded like - " Rose began.

The Apocalypse spun. "Show me!" she ordered. "Show me! Show me what that was!"

"Advance!" Bracewell ordered.

"Our new secret weapon," Churchill smirked triumphantly. "Ha!"

Jenny gasped as a familiar-looking enemy rolled out decked out in khaki, a Union Flag its designation logo, and an army utility belt around it. "But that's - "

"What do you think?" Churchill asked. "Quite something, eh?"

"What are you doing here?" the Apocalypse sneered.

"I am your soldier," the Dalek answered.

The Apocalypse did a double take. "What?"

"I am your soldier."

"Stop this," the Apocalypse shook her head, confused beyond belief. "Stop now! Now, you know who I am. You always know!"

"Your identity is unknown."

"Perhaps I can clarify things here," Bracewell stepped forward. "This is one of my Ironsides."

"Your what?" the Apocalypse asked sharply.

"Ironsides?" Rose repeated incredulously.

Bracewell turned to the Dalek. "You will help the Allied cause in any way that you can."

"Yes," the Dalek answered.

"Until the Germans have been utterly smashed."

"Yes."

"And what is your ultimate aim?"

"To win the war!"

***

"They're Daleks," the Apocalypse said when Churchill led them to his office. "They're called Daleks."

"They are Bracewell's Ironsides, Apocalypse," Churchill spread out plans. "Look. Blueprints, statistics, field tests, photographs. He invented them."

"Invented?" Rose repeated, looking at the schematics.

"Oh, no, no, no," the Apocalypse rubbed her temples.

"Yes," Churchill nodded. "He approached one of our brass hats a few months ago. Fellow's a genius."

"A Scottish genius, too," Amy smirked. "Maybe you should listen to - "

"Shush," the Apocalypse put her hand over the ginger's mouth. "He didn't invent them. They're alien."

"Alien?" Churchill repeated.

The Apocalypse gave a Dalek the stink-eye as it glided past. "And totally hostile."

"Precisely," Churchill smirked as he headed out again. "They will win me the war."

"Why won't you listen to me?" the Apocalypse groaned as she followed him. "Why did you call me in if you won't listen to me?"

"When I rang you a month ago, I must admit I had my doubts," Churchill conceded. "The Ironsides seemed too good to be true."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Jenny frowned. "Get rid of them!"

"But imagine what I could do with a hundred! A thousand!"

"I am," Rose eyed a Dalek as it went past carrying a despatch box. "It's not pretty."

"Amy, tell him," the Apocalypse turned to the ginger.

"Tell him what?" Amy frowned.

"About the Daleks."

"What would I know about the Daleks?"

The Apocalypse frowned. "Everything. They invaded your world, remember? Planets in the sky." Amy just looked confused. "You don't forget that. Amy, tell me you remember the Daleks!"

"No," she shook her head. "Sorry."

"That's not possible," the Apocalypse mumbled, following Churchill.

***

"So they're up to something," the Apocalypse deduced as they gathered in the map room. "But what is it? What are they after?"

"Well, let's just ask, shall we?" Amy asked, marching towards a Dalek.

"Amy!" Rose shouted.

"Amelia!" the Apocalypse joined in.

Amy tapped the Dalek and blinked as it turned towards her. "Can I be of assistance?"

"Oh," Amy blinked. "Yes, yes. See, my friends reckon you're dangerous. That you're an alien. Is it true?"

"I am your soldier."

She frowned. "Yeah, got that bit. Love a squaddie. What else, though?"

"Please excuse me. I have duties to perform."

Jenny narrowed her eyes, watching it go. "Winston," the Apocalypse urged. "Winston, please!"

"We are waging total war, Apocalypse," Churchill gave her a look. "Day after day, the Luftwaffe pound this great city like an iron fist."

"Wait until the Daleks get started," Rose muttered.

"Men, women, and children slaughtered. Families torn apart. Wren's churches in flames."

"Yeah? Try the Earth in flames," the Apocalypse narrowed her eyes.

"I weep for my country. I weep for my empire. It is breaking my heart."

"You're resisting, Winston. The whole world knows you're resisting. You're a beacon of hope."

"But for how long? Millions of innocent lives will be saved if I use these Ironsides now."

"Can I be of assistance?" a Dalek asked.

"No," the Apocalypse back kicked, sending it spinning away. "Listen to me, just listen. The Daleks have no conscience, no mercy, no pity. They are my oldest and deadliest enemy. You cannot trust them."

"If Hitler invaded hell, I would give a favorable reference to the Devil," Churchill said coldly. "These machines are our salvation." A siren went off, and he sighed. "Oh, the All Clear. We are safe, for now."

Amy frowned when she saw the dark look on the Apocalypse's face. "Apocalypse, it's the All Clear," she nudged her. "You OK?"

"What does hate look like, Amy?" the Apocalypse asked.

"Hate?"

"It looks like a Dalek, and I'm going to prove it."

***

"Would you care for some tea?" a Dalek asked as they entered the laboratory.

"That would be very nice, thank you," Bracewell nodded.

"All right, Prof," the Apocalypse marched in. "Now, the PM's been filling me in. Amazing things, these Ironsides of yours. Amazing. You must be very proud of them."

"Just doing my bit," Bracewell said modestly.

"Not bad for a Paisley boy," Amy smirked.

"Yes, I thought I detected a familiar cadence, my dear," Bracewell smiled.

"How did you do it?" the Apocalypse looked at the Dalek heading off to get the tea. "Come up with the idea?"

"How does the muse of invention come to anyone?" Bracewell countered.

"But you get a lot of these clever notions, do you?"

"Well, ideas just seem to teem from my head," Bracewell shrugged. "Wonderful things, like . . . let me show you. Some musings on the potential of hypersonic flight. Gravity bubbles that can sustain life outside of the terrestrial atmosphere. Came to me in the bath."

"And are these your ideas or theirs?"

"Oh, no, no, no. These robots are entirely under my control, Apocalypse. They are. Thank you," he added, taking the tea from the Dalek. "The perfect servant, and the perfect warrior."

"I don't know what you're up to, Professor, but whatever they've promised, you cannot trust them," the Apocalypse warned. "Call them what you like. The Daleks are death."

"Yes, Apocalypse," Churchill nodded. "Death to our enemies. Death to the forces of darkness, and death to the Third Reich."

"Yes, Winston, and death to everyone else, too!"

The Dalek approached the Apocalypse. "Would you care for some tea?"

"Stop this!" the Apocalypse made a swatting motion, and Bracewell gasped as the tray and the tea flew across the room. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"

"We seek only to help you!"

"To do what?"

"To win the war."

"Really? Which war?"

"I do not understand."

"This war, against the Nazis, or your war?" the Apocalypse narrowed her eyes. "The war against the rest of the universe? The war against all life forms that are not Dalek?"

"I do not understand. I am your soldier!"

"Oh, yeah? OK," the Apocalypse narrowed her eyes, and suddenly she wasn't wearing her dress anymore. Even Rose, who was used to her quick changes, scrambled backwards as the Apocalypse's outfit suddenly morphed into a white bodysuit and offwhite shawl-like cape, her hair twisting into an intricate, loopy bun. "OK, soldier. Defend yourself!"

"Get back!" Rose shouted, grabbing Amy and yanking her away as the Apocalypse first lobbed a fireball at the Dalek, not even singing its armor. "Apocalypse, what the devil?" Churchill stared.

"Stop her!" Bracewell cried as the Apocalypse next tried freezing the Dalek's casing, to no avail. "Prime Minister, please!"

"Apocalypse, what the devil?" Churchill demanded. "Please, these machines are precious!"

"Come on, fight back!" the Apocalypse taunted. "You want to, don't you? You know you do!"

"I must protest," Bracewell began.

"What are you waiting for?" the Apocalypse asked over Bracewell. "Look, you hate me. You want to kill me. Well, go on! Kill me! Kill me!"

"Mum, be careful," Jenny eyed the Dalek worriedly.

"Please desist from striking me," the Dalek pleaded as the Apocalypse tried bolts of electricity next. "I am your soldier!"

The Apocalypse snapped. "You are my enemy!" she snarled, clawing one hand, and several spanners lifted into the air, vibrating slightly. "And I am yours! You are everything I despise. The worst thing in all creation. I've defeated you time and time again. I've defeated you. I sent you back into the Void. I saved the whole of reality from you. I am the Apocalypse, and you are the Daleks!"

Amy shrieked as the spanners hit the Dalek and sent it spiraling back. For a moment, the Dalek was silent. Then - "Correct. Review testimony."

"I am the Apocalypse, and you are the Daleks!"

"Testimony?" the Apocalypse blinked, caught off guard. "What are you talking about, testimony?"

"Transmitting testimony now," another Dalek appeared.

"Transmit what where?" the Apocalypse demanded.

"Testimony accepted."

The Apocalypse's eyes widened as the Daleks turned on them. "Get back, all of you!" she demanded, holding out her arms and backing everyone up.

"Marines!" Churchill bellowed. "Marines, get in here!"

The Apocalypse quickly swatted again, and the Marines that tried to come inside were flung away, the Daleks' shots just barely missing them. "Stop it, stop it, please!" Bracewell pleaded. "What are you doing? You are my Ironsides!"

"We are the Daleks," the first Dalek turned to him.

"But I created you!"

"No." The Dalek fired, and it blew off Bracewell's left hand. In its place was sparking wires. "We created you."

"Victory!" the other Dalek cried, and the other joined in. "Victory! Victory!"

Amy watched the Daleks teleport off. "What just happened, Apocalypse?"

She swallowed. "I wanted to know what they wanted, what their plan was. I was their plan."

"Hey!" Amy shouted when she ran out.

"Testimony accepted, that's what they said," the Apocalypse said as she ran towards the TARDIS. "My testimony."

"Don't beat yourself up because you were right," Amy frowned.

"She does all the time," Rose scoffed. "It's when people don't listen that she beats herself up."

"So what do we do now?" Jenny asked. "Chase after them?"

"Rose and I will," the Apocalypse nodded. "You stay here with Amy."

"What?" Amy asked incredulously even as Rose opened the door to the TARDIS. "So you mean we've got to stay safe down here in the middle of the London Blitz?"

"Safe as it gets around me," the Apocalypse shrugged.

"And don't get on a barrage balloon if the Daleks are up there," Rose suggested with a smirk as they headed inside.

"What're they expect us to do now?" Amy complained, huffing as the TARDIS dematerialized.

"KBO, of course," Churchill answered.

"What?"

"Keep buggering on."

***

"Prime Minister," Breen said as they entered the office.

"Yes?" Churchill asked.

"Signal from RDF, sir. Unidentified object. Hanging in the sky, Captain Childers says. We can't get a proper fix, though. It's too far up."

"Found Mum," Jenny grinned. "Right in the middle of everything."

Churchill did a double take. "The Apocalypse is your mother?!"

Jenny huffed. "Oh, now you realize that?"

***

The Apocalypse poked her head out of the TARDIS when it materialized on the Dalek ship. "I'll take that cuppa now," she said.

"It is the Apocalypse!" a gold Dalek declared. "And Rose Tyler!"

"Exterminate!" one of the Daleks approached.

"Wait, wait, wait, I wouldn't if I were you," the Apocalypse held up a Jammy Dodger threateningly. "TARDIS self-destruct, and you know what that means. My ship goes, you all go with it."

"You would not use such a device."

"You want to find out?" Rose countered.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!" the Apocalypse fended off a Dalek rolling forward. "No scans, no nothing. One move and I'll destroy us all. You got that? TARDIS bang bang, Daleks boom!" The Dalek froze. "Good boy."

"I see the family resemblance to Jack," Rose mumbled.

"This ship's pretty beaten up," the Apocalypse took a look around. "Running on empty, I'd say, like you. When we last met, you were at the end of your rope. Finished."

"One ship survived," a Dalek said.

"And you fell back through time, yes. Crippled, dying."

"We picked up a trace. One of the Progenitor devices."

"Progenitor?" Rose frowned.

"It is our past, and our future."

Rose frowned. "Was a Dalek just deep?"

"That was very deep for a Dalek," the Apocalypse nodded. "What does it mean, though?"

"It contains pure Dalek DNA," the gold Dalek answered. "Thousands were created. All were lost, save one."

"OK. But there's still one thing I don't get, though. If you've got the Progenitor, why build Bracewell?"

"It was necessary."

"But why?" Rose frowned.

The Apocalypse's eyes lit up. "I get it," she grinned. "Oh, I get it! I get it! Oho, this is rich! The Progenitor wouldn't recognize you, would it? It saw you as impure. Your DNA is unrecognizable as Dalek."

"A solution was devised," a Dalek answered.

"Yes yes yes! Me! My testimony! So you set a trap. You knew that the Progenitor would recognize me, the Dalek's greatest enemy. It would accept my word. My recognition of you."

"Hang on, what are you doing?" Rose frowned as the Daleks moved towards the console.

"Withdraw now, Apocalypse, Rose Tyler, or the city dies in flames."

"Who are you kidding?" the Apocalypse snorted. "This ship is a wreck. You don't have the power to destroy London."

"Watch as the humans destroy themselves."

***

One moment, they were tracking. The next was pandemonium. "The generators won't switch off," Todd announced. "The lights are on all across London, Prime Minister."

"Has to be them," Amy said. "It has to be the Daleks."

"The Germans can see every inch of the city," Churchill nodded. "We're sitting ducks. Get those lights out before the Germans get here."

"Confirm," Lilian spoke. "Squadron two four four and fifty six mobilized. Emergency. Emergency."

"One oh nine?" Breen asked. "One oh nine, confirm."

"Thousands will die if we don't get those lights out now," Churchill growled.

"German bombers sighted over the Channel, sir," Breen reported. "ETA ten minutes, sir."

"Here they come," Churchill grimaced. "Get a message to Mr. Attlee. War Cabinet meeting at oh three hundred hours. If we're all still here."

"We can't just sit here!" Amy protested. "We've got to take the fight to the Daleks!"

"How?" Churchill asked. "None of our weapons are a match for theirs."

"Oh, God, we must have something!"

"We do," Jenny straightened, eyes wide. "It's staring us in the face. We've got a gift from the Daleks."

***

"Oh, my God," Rose blanched as she watched the lights go out.

"Turn those lights off now," the Apocalypse demanded. "Turn London off or I swear I will use the TARDIS self destruct."

"Stalemate, Apocalypse," a Dalek said. "Leave us and return to Earth."

"Oh, that's it?" she snorted. "That's your great victory? You leave?"

"Extinction is not an option. We shall return to our own time and begin again."

"You can't let them," Rose whispered.

"I don't plan to," the Apocalypse whispered back. "No, no, no, we won't let you get away this time. We won't."

"We have succeeded," a Dalek announced. "DNA recognition is complete. Observe, Apocalypse, Rose Tyler, a new Dalek paradigm."

Rose's eyebrows shot up as new Daleks glided out of the cabinet, each a different color. "What the bloody hell?" she murmured under her breath.

"The Progenitor has fulfilled our new destiny," the Dalek said. "Behold, the restoration of the Daleks. The resurrection of the master race."

***

The trio went into Bracewell's lab, only to stop short. "Bracewell, put the gun down," Churchill ordered.

Bracewell looked at them sadly, a gun to his head. "My life is a lie, and I choose to end it."

"In your own time, Paisley boy, because right now, we need your help," Amy shook her head.

"But those creatures, my Ironsides, they made me? I can remember things. So many things. The last war. The squalor and the mud and the awful, awful misery of it all. What am I? What am I?"

"What you are, sir, is either on our side or theirs," Churchill stated. "Now, I don't give a damn if you're a machine, Bracewell. Are you a man?"

"Hey," Jenny crouched in front of Bracewell. "Listen to me. I understand. Really, I do. I was cloned from my mum's DNA to fight a war going on for a week. I know how it feels to be made to do something you don't want to do. But we need your help right now. You're alien technology, which makes you as clever as the Daleks. So start thinking."

"What about rockets?" Amy suggested. "You got rockets? Because you said gravity whatsits, hypersonic flight, some kind of missile?"

"It isn't a fireworks party, Miss Pond," Churchill said dryly. "We need proper tactical - oh." He cut himself off. "A missile. Or . . . "

"Or what?" Jenny prompted.

"We could send something up there, you say?"

"Yes, well, with a gravity bubble, yes, but," Bracewell sighed. "Theoretically, it's possible that we could actually send something into space."

Churchill grinned. "Bracewell, it's time to think big."

***

"All hail the new Daleks!" the old Daleks cheered as the Apocalypse and Rose looked around warily. "All hail the new Daleks!"

"Yes, you are inferior," the white Dalek remarked.

"Yes."

"Then prepare."

"We are ready."

"Cleanse the unclean. Total obliteration. Disintegrate."

Even the Apocalypse blinked when the old Daleks were exterminated by the new ones. "I wonder what they do to the ones that mess up," Rose whispered to the Apocalypse.

Before the Time Lady could answer, the white Dalek aimed at them. "You are the Apocalypse and Rose Tyler. You must be exterminated!"

The Apocalypse held an arm out in front of Rose, the other one extending the jammy dodger she still had. "Don't mess with me, sweetheart," she warned.

***

"More Nazi bombers approaching in strike formation. Incendiary bombs have hit the East End of London."

"At last," Churchill looked at Bracewell. "Are they ready?"

"I hope so," Bracewell nodded. "But in the meantime, this will pick up Dalek transmissions."

"Good," Jenny walked over to look.

***

"We are the paradigm of a new Dalek race," the white Dalek said. "Scientist, Strategist, Drone, Eternal, and Supreme."

"Guessing that's you," Rose eyed the white Dalek

"Nice paint job," the Apocalypse quipped. "I'd be feeling pretty swish if I looked like you. Pretty supreme."

***

"They've got company, new company," Amy gasped. "You've got to hurry up!"

Bracewell's phone went off, and he answered. "Yes? Right. Right, thanks." He looked at Churchill. "Ready when you are, Prime Minister."

"Splendid," Churchill grinned as Jenny cheered.

"Spaceship's exact coordinates located."

"Go to it, Group Captain," Churchill ordered. "Go to it."

"Broadsword to Danny Boy, Broadsword to Danny Boy," Group Captain Childers said. "Scramble, scramble, scramble."

***

"Question is, what do we do now?" the Apocalypse raised an eyebrow. "Either you turn off your clever machine, or I'll blow you and your new paradigm into eternity."

"And yourself and your sister," the white Dalek countered.

"Occupational hazard," the Apocalypse shrugged before wincing. "Sorry."

"'S fine," Rose shook her head.

"Scan reveals nothing," the blue Dalek suddenly announced. "TARDIS self destruct device non-existent."

The Apocalypse growled. "All right, it's a jammy dodger!" She took a bite. "But I was promised tea!"

An alarm went off, and the blue Dalek spun around. "Alert. Unidentified projectile approaching. Correction, multiple projectiles."

"What have the humans done?" the white Dalek demanded.

"I don't know," the Apocalypse mumbled.

"Explain! Explain! Explain!"

There was a crackle of static, then - "Danny Boy to the Apocalypse. Danny Boy to the Apocalypse. Are you receiving me? Over."

"Oho!" the Apocalypse laughed. "Winston, Jenny, you beauties!"

"Danny Boy to the Apocalypse, come in, over."

"Loud and clear, Danny Boy!" the Apocalypse called. "Big dish, side of the ship. Blow it up! Over."

"Exterminate the Apocalypse and Rose Tyler!" the white Dalek shouted.

The two just ran into the TARDIS, avoiding Dalek shots left and right.

***

"You heard her, Group Captain," Churchill said. "Target that dish. Send in all we've got."

"Broadsword to Danny Boy, target the dish and stop that signal, over," Childers ordered.

"Understood, sir. Over. You can count on us. Over."

"Good luck," Jenny added.

"OK, chaps, let's put London back under cover of darkness. Tally ho! Cover my back, going in close. Pull out, pull out!" Jenny exchanged looks with Childers when the next report came in. "We've lost Jubilee, sir. Over."

"Beam's still active, sir," Childers added.

"Send them in again," Churchill ordered.

"Flinklock's down, sir, and the dish seems to be protected. Over."

***

"Danny Boy to the Apocalypse. Only me left now. Anything you can do, ma'am? Over."

The Apocalypse pointed to a radio on the console, and Rose hurried to get it to her as the Apocalypse turned a scanner around. "The Apocalypse to Danny Boy, the Apocalypse to Danny Boy, I can disrupt the Dalek shields, but not for long. Over."

"Good show, Apocalypse. Go to it. Over."

"Go to it, I will," the Apocalypse cracked her knuckles before working on the scanner.

***

"I'm going in. Wish me luck. Over."

Jenny and Amy looked at each other anxiously before they heard a boom, and Childers grinned. "Direct hit, sir!"

"Yes!" Amy whooped as Jenny grinned.

***

"Danny Boy to the Apocalypse, going in for another attack."

"The Apocalypse to Danny Boy, the Apocalypse to Danny Boy, destroy this ship," the Apocalypse ordered, looking at Rose. "Over."

"What about you, Apocalypse? Bad Wolf?"

The Apocalypse and Rose looked at each other. "We've been through worse," the Apocalypse shrugged uneasily.

"Apocalypse," the white Dalek said as it came on screen. "Call off your attack."

"Aha," the Apocalypse glared at it. "What, and let you scuttle off back to the future? No fear. This is the end for you. The final end."

"Call off the attack, or we will destroy the Earth."

"Do you think we're stupid?" Rose glared. "You just played your last card."

"Bracewell is a bomb."

Rose looked at the Apocalypse, stunned, but she just scoffed. "You're bluffing. Deception's second nature to you. There isn't a sincere bone in your body."

"Are there any bones in their bodies?" Rose asked her.

"No."

The white Dalek projected itself as a hologram. "His power is derived from an Oblivion Continuum," it declared, and Rose knew that was bad when the Apocalypse blanched. "Call off your attack, or we will detonate the android."

"No," the Apocalypse forced out. "This is my best chance ever. The last of the Daleks. I can rid the universe of you once and for all."

"Then do it, but we will shatter the planet below. The Earth will die screaming."

"Yeah, and if I let you go, you'll be stronger than ever. A new race of Dalek."

"Then choose, Apocalypse. Destroy the Daleks, or save the Earth. Begin countdown of Oblivion Continuum. Choose, Apocalypse. Choose. Choose!"

The Apocalypse exchanged uneasy looks with Rose before sighing. "The Apocalypse to Danny Boy. The Apocalypse to Danny Boy. Withdraw."

"Say it again, ma'am? Over."

"Withdraw. Return to Earth. Over and out."

"But ma'am - "

"There's no time. You have to return to Earth now. Over."

***

To say Jenny was stunned when the first thing the Apocalypse did when she returned was knock Bracewell over with a hit to the jaw was an understatement. "Mum!" she screeched.

"Sorry, Jen," the Apocalypse shook her head. "And sorry, Bracewell, but you're a bomb. An inconceivably massive Dalek bomb."

"What?" Bracewell sputtered.

"There's an Oblivion Continuum inside you. A captured wormhole that provides perpetual power. Detonate that, and the Earth will bleed through into another dimension. Now keep down."

Rose watched as the Apocalypse worked, and her eyes widened as when she opened up Bracewell's torso, one of the five blue segments in a circle on his torso turned yellow. "Caly?"

"Well?" Amy asked at the same time.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know," the Apocalypse shook her head. "Never seen one up close before."

"So what, they've wired him up to detonate?"

"Oh, no, not wired him up. He is a bomb. Walking, talking, pow, exploding, the moment that - " She pointed to the center of the circle. " - flashes red."

"There's a blue wire or something you have to cut, isn't there? There's always a blue wire. Or a red one."

"This isn't a movie, Amy," Jenny shook her head. "I don't think you're helping."

"She isn't," the Apocalypse said bluntly.

"Rude," Rose glared.

"And still not English."

"It's incredible," Churchill shook his head. "He talked to us about his memories. The Great War."

"Someone else's stolen thoughts, implanted in a positronic brain," the Apocalypse leaned forward. "Tell me about it, Bracewell. Tell me about your life."

"Apocalypse, I really don't think this is the time - " Bracewell began.

"Tell me and prove you're human. Tell me everything."

Bracewell swallowed hard. "My family ran the Post Office. It's a little place just near the abbey, just by the ash trees. There used to be eight trees, but there was a storm."

"And your parents? Come on, tell me."

"Good people. Kind people. They died. Scarlet fever."

"What was that like? How did it feel? How did it make you feel, Edwin? Tell me. Tell me now."

"It hurt," he choked. "It hurt, Apocalypse, it hurt so badly. It was like a wound. I thought it was worse than a wound, like I'd been emptied out. There was nothing left."

"Good," the Apocalypse nodded, Jenny watching the lights with an eagle eye: two red, one yellow, two blue. "Remember it now, Edwin. The ash trees by the Post Office and your mum and dad, and losing them, and men in the trenches you saw die. Remember it. Feel it. You feel it because you're human. You're not like them. You're not like the Daleks."

"It hurts, Apocalypse," Bracewell cringed. "It hurts so much."

"Good. Good, good, brilliant. Embrace it. That means you're alive. They cannot explode that bomb because you're a human being. You are flesh and blood. They cannot explode that bomb. Believe it. You are Professor Edwin Bracewell, and you, my friend, are a human being."

"Just one left," Jenny whispered: only one light was yellow, the rest were red.

The Apocalypse looked down at the circle, then braced herself. "Bracewell, have you ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't?"

Amy blinked, wondering where that had come from. Rose and Jenny, however, turned to look at the Apocalypse with wide eyes. "What?" Bracewell asked.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" the Apocalypse smiled, tilting her head. "But a good kind of hurt."

Rose squeezed her hand, and that was when Amy saw the tears in the Apocalypse's eyes. Bracewell looked embarrassed. "I really shouldn't talk about her."

"Oh, there's a her?" Rose's eyebrows raised.

"Come on, what's her name?" the Apocalypse grinned.

"Dorabella," Bracewell answered.

"Dorabella? It's a lovely name. It's a beautiful name. What was she like?"

"Oh, such a smile," Bracewell smiled, thinking happily, and Jenny grinned as the segments started turning back to blue. "And her eyes. Her eyes were so blue. Almost violet, like the last touch of sunset on the edge of the world. Dorabella . . . "

"Welcome to the human race," the Apocalypse clapped Bracewell on the shoulder before pointing at Churchill. "You're brilliant. You're brilliant," she pointed to Bracewell. "My gorgeous daughter is brilliant." She hugged Jenny hard, making her grin. "And now, got to stop them. Stop the Daleks."

"Wait, Apocalypse!" Bracewell called as the Apocalypse ran for the TARDIS, Rose behind her, Jenny slowing when Bracewell called. "Wait, wait. It's too late. Gone. They've gone."

The Apocalypse stopped, looking back incredulously. "No," she shook her head. "No! They can't! They can't have got away from me again!"

"No, I can feel it. My mind is clear. The Daleks have gone."

The Apocalypse growled angrily, eyes glowing gold.

"Apocalypse, it's OK," Amy put a hand on her shoulder cautiously. "You did it. You stopped the bomb. Apocalypse?"

"I had a choice," the Apocalypse mumbled. "And they knew I'd choose the Earth. The Daleks have won. They beat me. They've won."

"But you saved the Earth. Not too shabby, is it?"

"No, it's not too shabby," the Apocalypse admitted.

"It's a brilliant achievement, my dear friend," Churchill offered something. "Here, have a cigar."

The Apocalypse blanched. "No."

***

"So, what now, then?" Amy asked the next morning.

"I still have a war to run, Miss Pond," Churchill reminded her.

"Prime Minister," one of the women offered a report.

"Oh, thank you," Churchill read it. "Oh, they hit the Palace and Saint Paul's again. Fire crews only just saved it."

Jenny blinked when Breen suddenly burst into tears, and the woman who offered the report went to help her. "Is she OK?" she asked.

"What?" Churchill blinked.

"She's upset. What happened?"

"Oh, Miss Breen?" Churchill checked. "Her young man didn't make it, I'm afraid. Just got word. Shot down over the Channel. Where's the Apocalypse and Miss Tyler?"

"Tying up loose ends," the Apocalypse answered as she entered, brushing her hands off, Rose behind her. "I've taken out all the alien tech Bracewell put in."

"Won't you reconsider, Apocalypse?" Churchill asked. "Those Spitfires would win me the war in twenty hours."

"Exactly," the Apocalypse said dryly, Rose sniggering behind her.

"But why not? Why can't we put an end to all this misery?"

"Oh, it doesn't work like that, Winston, and it's going to be tough. There are terrible days to come. The darkest days. But you can do it. You know you can."

"Stay with us, and help us win through. The world needs you."

The Apocalypse snorted. "The world doesn't need me."

"No?"

"Why me when it's got Winston Spencer Churchill?"

He chuckled. "It's been a pleasure, Apocalypse, as always."

"Too right," she grinned.

"Goodbye, Apocalypse."

"Oh, shall we say adieu?" she kissed his cheek as she hugged him.

"Indeed."

"Ah. But . . . " Before the others could say goodbye, she held out her hand, and Churchill yelped. The TARDIS key he had just snitched from her flew back into her hand. "That's a no no."

He chuckled. "As sharp as a pin, my dear."

She winked as the others said goodbye. "I need to be."

"KBO," Churchill saluted before he left.

***

Bracewell looked up as the quartet entered. "I've been expecting you, Apocalypse. I knew this moment had to come."

"Moment?" the Apocalypse blinked.

"It's time to deactivate me."

"It is?" Jenny squeaked.

"Er . . . " the Apocalypse looked at the others for help. "Yeah?"

"You have no choice," Bracewell said sadly. "I'm Dalek technology. Can't allow me to go pottering around down here where I have no business."

Rose suddenly grinned. "You know, Caly, he's right," she said. "One hundred percent right." She leaned on her shoulder. "So by the time we get back, it'll have been . . . what, ten minutes?"

Amy suddenly straightened. "More like fifteen," she grinned.

"Fifteen minutes," Rose nodded. "That's what we'll do. You're going to be deactivated in fifteen minutes. It's going to be like you've never ever been activated."

"Fifteen minutes?" Bracewell frowned.

"More like twenty, now that I think about it," the Apocalypse caught on. "Once we see to the urgent thing we've got to see to."

"The urgent thing?" Jenny blinked.

"Yes, Jenny, the urgent thing," Rose nodded, nudging her. "That we need to go see immediately. Remember?"

"Oh, the thing!" Jenny tried to go along with it, but she still looked confused.

"Very well, Apocalypse," Bracewell sighed. "I shall wait here and prepare myself."

"But the Dalek tech is a bit slow on the uptake," Rose clicked her tongue in disappointment. "That thing we've got to do, it's going to take half and hour realistically, right, Caly?"

"Easily," she nodded. "So no running off, that's what I'm saying. Don't go trying to find that little Post Office with the ash trees or that girl . . . what was her name?"

"Dorabella," Bracewell answered.

"Dorabella. On no account go looking for her." She paused, then added casually, "mind you, you can get a lot done in half an hour."

The light suddenly flashed in both Bracewell's and Jenny's eyes. "Thank you," Bracewell breathed. "Thank you, Apocalypse!"

"Come along, Pond, Tylers," the Apocalypse high fived Rose as they headed out.

"So, you have enemies, then?" Amy asked as they got to the TARDIS.

"Everyone's got enemies," the Apocalypse shrugged as Jenny nearly banged into filing cabinets. She quickly readjusted them, only to blanch when she saw what was behind the TARDIS.

"Yeah, but mine's the woman outside Budgens with the mental Jack Russell," Amy snorted as Jenny quickly snapped a picture of whatever was behind the TARDIS. Rose blinked and went to look, only to stop when Jenny shook her head furiously. "You've got, like, you know, archenemies."

The Apocalypse shrugged. "Suppose so."

"And here's me, thinking we'd just be running through time, being daft and fixing stuff. But no, it's dangerous."

"Which is the best part," Jenny grinned.

The Apocalypse chuckled, putting her arm around Jenny. "It's very dangerous," she nodded. "Is that a problem?"

"I'm still here, aren't I?" Amy smirked.

"You're worried about the Daleks," Rose patted her shoulder.

"I'm always worried about those bloody Daleks," the Apocalypse grumbled.

"It'll take time though, won't it? I mean, there's still not many of them. They'll need a while to build themselves up."

"It's not that. There's something else. Something we've forgotten." The Apocalypse raised an eyebrow. "Or rather, you have."

"Me?" Amy blinked.

"You didn't know them, Amy," the Apocalypse shook her head as she opened the door to the TARDIS. "You'd never seen them before, and you should have done. You should."

Amy frowned, following the Apocalypse as she went inside. Rose paused to see Jenny take another look behind the TARDIS. "What is it?" she asked.

"Nothing," Jenny shook her head, swallowing and running to the door. "Thought I saw something."

Rose frowned but followed her inside. Moments later, the TARDIS dematerialized, revealing the glowing crack just like the one in Amy's bedroom that had been in the wall behind it.

***

So, hopefully this doesn't utterly suck. I wrote this at so many intervals, I completely forgot Jenny was with Amy once. Hopefully this is pretty good.

Anyway, I've already started "The Doctor's Daughter" for Alice! Keep an eye out for that book to restart!