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***

"Where are we?" Martha asked, stepping out of the TARDIS.

"Ah, smell that Atlantic breeze! Nice and cold. Lovely," the Apocalypse sighed happily before looking up and grinning. "Martha, have you met my friend?"

Martha turned and gasped. "Is that?" She pointed at the Statue of Liberty, and the Apocalypse nodded, grinning. "Oh, my God! That's the Statue of Liberty!"

"Gateway to the New World!" the Apocalypse whooped, holding her arms out. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free."

"That's so brilliant!" Martha gushed. "I've always wanted to go to New York!" She smirked. "I mean the real New York, not the new new new new new new one."

"You missed a few news," the Apocalypse sniggered. "But it was so good, they named it twice. Mind you, it was New Amsterdam originally. Harder to say twice. No wonder it didn't catch on. New Amsterdam, New Amsterdam . . . "

"I wonder what year it is," Martha thought before pointing. "Because look, the Empire State Building's not even finished yet."

"Work in progress," the Apocalypse tilted her head as Martha headed over to a newspaper. "Still got a couple floors to go, and if I know my history, that makes the date somewhere around - "

"November 1st, 1930," Martha read from the paper.

The Apocalypse blinked before pouting when she saw the newspaper. "That's cheating!"

Martha rolled her eyes fondly. "Eighty years ago," she estimated as the Apocalypse walked over to her. "It's funny, because you see all those old newsreels in black and white like it's so far away, but here we are. It's real. It's now." She grinned at the Apocalypse, not seeing her narrow her eyes as she scanned the paper. "Come on, then, you! Where do you want to go first?"

"I think our detour just got longer," the Apocalypse pointed.

Martha read off the article she was looking at. "Hooverville Mystery Deepens.'" She frowned. "What's Hooverville?"

"Come on," the Apocalypse told her, heading off. Martha hurried to catch up as they went through Central Park. "Herbert Hoover, thirty first President of the USA, came to power a year ago. Up till then, New York was a boom town. The Roaring Twenties, and then - "

"The Wall Street Crash, yeah?" Martha asked, and the Apocalypse nodded. "When was that, 1929?"

"Yeah. Whole economy wiped out overnight. Thousands of people unemployed. All of a sudden, the huddled masses doubled in number with nowhere to go. So they ended up here in Central Park."

"What, they actually live in the park?" Martha asked incredulously as they entered a shabby town. "In the middle of the city?"

"Ordinary people lost their jobs," the Apocalypse told her. "Couldn't pay the rent, and they lost everything. There are places like this all over America. No one's helping them. You only come to Hooverville when there's nowhere else to go - "

"You thieving lowlife!"

The Apocalypse blinked when she saw a fight break out between a black man and a white man. "We might want to see this," she whispered, standing on the edge of the crowd.

" - for a single loaf!" the black man shouted.

"I didn't touch it!" the white man shouted back.

"Somebody stole it!"

"Cut that out!" another black man shouted, obviously the one in charge, as he pushed through the crowd to get between the two men. "Cut that out right now!"

"He stole my bread!" the first black man accused.

"That's enough!" the newcomer snapped before turning to the white man. "Did you take it?"

"I don't know what happened," he sniffed. "He just went crazy!"

"Liar," the Apocalypse whispered.

"That's enough," the leader said firmly. "Now, think real careful before you lie to me."

The white man bit his lip. "I'm starving, Solomon!"

Solomon just held out his hand, and the white man handed over the bread from inside his coat. "We all starving," he said. "We all got families somewhere." He split the bread in half and handed it to both men. "No stealing, and no fighting," he told them before calling out to the others. "You know the rules! Thirteen years ago, I fought in the Great War. A lot of us did. And the only reason we got through was because we stuck together. No matter how bad things get, we still act like human beings. It's all we got."

"He's good," the Apocalypse praised as the two men left. "Come on." She headed over to Solomon with a smile. "I suppose that makes you the boss around here."

"And, er . . . who might you be?" Solomon asked.

"She's the Apocalypse," Martha answered. "I'm Martha."

"The Apocalypse?" Solomon repeated with a huff. "Huh. Well, we got stockbrokers, we got a lawyer, but never before have we gotten the end of the world."

"What can I say?" the Apocalypse shrugged. "The neighborhood gets classier by the day. You should've heard what my brother called himself."

+++

"The Master?" the Apocalypse asked when her brother returned home from the Naming Ceremony. "Why the Master?"

"I like being in control," he shrugged. "I suppose it fits."

The Apocalypse bit her lip, hugging her knees close to her chest. "Not to me, though?" she asked softly.

"After what they're putting you through?" The Master shook his head immediately, hugging her around the shoulders. "Never."

The Apocalypse sniffed and buried her head in his shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut.

+++

"True that," Solomon nodded at her in respect.

"How many people live here?" Martha asked, looking around.

"At any one time, hundreds," Solomon answered. "No place else to go. But I will say this about Hooverville: we are a truly equal society. Black, white, all the same. All starving. So you're welcome, both of you. But tell me. Apocalypse, are you a woman of learning?"

"Aye," she nodded.

"Explain this to me." Solomon pointed to the Empire State Building. "That there's going to be the tallest building in the world. How come they can do that, when we got people starving in the heart of Manhattan?"

"Oorah," the Apocalypse whispered.

She definitely liked this man.

***

A few hours later, the Apocalypse approached Solomon again. "So, men are going missing," she tried to start the conversation. "Is this true?"

"It's true, all right," Solomon nodded, stepping into his tent.

"But what does missing mean?" the Apocalypse asked as Martha joined her. "Men must come and go here all the time. It's not like anyone's keeping a register."

"Come on in," Solomon told them. "This is different."

"In what way?" Martha asked, coming in and sitting down.

"Someone takes them at night," Solomon answered as the Apocalypse kept standing, her head tilted as she listened. "We hear something, someone calls out for help. By the time we get there, they're gone like they vanished into thin air."

"And no one would just leave their knife, blanket, and bread uneaten in these times," the Apocalypse nodded.

"Have you been to the police?" Martha asked.

"Yeah, we tried that," Solomon grumbled. "Another deadbeat goes missing. Big deal."

"So the question is, who's taking them, and what for," the Apocalypse decided.

"Solomon!" a boy's voice called, and a brown-haired young man poked his head through the tent flap. "Solomon, Mr. Diagoras is here."

***

"I need men," the man, Mr. Diagoras, was saying as the Apocalypse and Martha followed Solomon and his friend Frank to the meeting place. "Volunteers. I've got a little work for you, and you sure look like you can use the money."

"Yeah?" Frank called. "What is the money?"

"A dollar a day."

"What's the work?" Solomon asked.

"A little trip down the sewers. Got a tunnel collapsed needs clearing and fixing. Any takers?"

"A dollar a day?" Solomon huffed. "That's slave wage. And men don't always come back up, do they?"

"Accidents happen," Mr. Diagoras shrugged off.

The Apocalypse perked up immediately and lifted a hand. "What do you mean?" she asked. "What sort of accidents?"

"You don't need the work?" Mr. Diagoras huffed. "That's fine. Anybody else?" The Apocalypse kept her hand raised. "Enough with the questions!"

"Oh, no, no, no," the Apocalypse smirked. "I'm volunteering. I'll go."

Martha glared at the Apocalypse. "I'll kill you for this," she hissed as she, too, raised her hand.

"Anybody else?" Mr. Diagoras asked.

Frank and Solomon both raised their hands as well.

***

"Turn left, go about half a mile," Mr. Diagoras gave them directions down in the sewers. "Follow tunnel two seven three. Fall's right ahead of you. You can't miss it."

"And when do we get our dollar?" Frank asked.

"When you come back up."

"And if we don't come back up?" the Apocalypse asked, flipping her torch into her hand.

"Then I got no one to pay," Mr. Diagoras smirked.

"Don't worry, we'll be back," Solomon assured him.

"Let's hope so," Martha whispered.

The Apocalypse tilted her head, staring into Mr. Diagoras's eyes, before she let them flash gold for a second. Mr. Diagoras's eyes widened, and the Apocalypse nodded ominously before following the others.

"We just got to stick together," Frank told Martha. "It's easy to get lost. It's like a huge rabbit warren. You could hide an army down here."

"So what about you, Frank?" Martha asked him, noting his Southern accent. "You're not from around these parts, are you?"

"Oh, you can talk," Frank referred to her accent before shaking his head. "No, I'm Tennessee born and bred."

"So how come you're here?"

"Oh, my daddy died. Mama couldn't afford to feed us all. So, I'm the oldest, up to me to feed myself. So I put on my coat, hitched up here on the railroads. There's a whole lot of runaways in the camp, younger than me, from all over. Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas. Solomon keeps a lookout for us. So what about you? You're a long way from home."

"Yeah, I'm a hitcher, too."

Frank smiled at her. "You stick with me, you'll be all right."

Martha smiled back at him.

***

"So, this Diagoras bloke," the Apocalypse caught up with Solomon. "Who is he, then?"

"A couple of months ago, he was just another foreman," he answered. "Now, it seems like he's running most of Manhattan."

"How'd he manage that, then?"

"These are strange times. A man can go from being King of the Hill to the lowest of the low overnight. It's just for some folks, it works the other way round - "

"Whoa!" the Apocalypse quickly stopped him from stepping on top of a glowing green jellyfish-like creature.

"Is it radioactive or something?" Martha asked, coming up behind her as the Apocalypse crouched. "It's gone off, whatever it is - " She sighed when the Apocalypse picked it up. "And you've got to pick it up."

"Nothing radioactive can hurt me," the Apocalypse shook her head. "Nothing in huge amounts, anyway. Shine your torch through it, will you?" Martha did. "Composite organic matter. Martha? Medical opinion?"

"It's not human," she answered bluntly. "I know that."

"No, it's not," the Apocalypse shook her head. "And I'll tell you something else. We passed the half a mile point a few minutes back." Solomon and Frank looked back the way they came. "And I'm not seeing any sign of a collapse. Which begs the question, why did Mr. Diagoras send us down here?"

"Where are we?" Martha asked. "What's above us?"

"Well," the Apocalypse hummed, judging. "We're right underneath Manhattan."

***

"We're way beyond half a mile," Solomon shook his head as they went further into the sewers. "There's no collapse, nothing."

"That Diagoras bloke, was he lying?" Martha asked.

"Half a mile plus no collapse equals lying," the Apocalypse nodded. "Yup."

"So why'd he want people to come down here?" Frank asked.

"Solomon, I think it's time you took these two back," the Apocalypse told the black man. "I'll be much quicker on my . . . own . . . "

Solomon frowned, hearing what she heard: faint pig squeals echoing through the sewers. "What the hell was that?"

"Hello?" Frank called.

"Shush!" Martha hissed.

"Frank!" Solomon hissed.

"What if it's one of the folk gone missing?" Frank asked. "You'd be scared and half mad down here on your own!"

"Are you sure they're even still alive?" the Apocalypse asked.

"Heck, we ain't seen no bodies down here. Maybe they just got lost?"

Solomon shook his head as more pig squeals reached them. "I know I never heard nobody make a sound like that."

"Where's it coming from?" Frank wondered, looking around. "Sounds like there's more than one of them."

"This way," the Apocalypse decided about to go down one sewer.

"No," Solomon shook his head. "That way."

The Apocalypse poked her head around to see Solomon's torch had lit up a crouched figure against the wall. "Apocalypse?" Martha asked.

"Who are you?" Solomon asked the figure.

"Are you lost?" Frank asked, trying to get closer. "Can you understand me? I've been thinking about folk lost down - "

"It's all right, Frank," the Apocalypse interrupted, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Just stay back. Let me have a look." Frank nodded, and the Apocalypse slowly approached, her cowboy boots clicking on the floor. "He's got a point, though, my mate Frank," she said. "I'd hate to be stuck down here on my own. We know the way out. Daylight, if you come with us - " She cut off, seeing the man was actually a pig. "Oh, but what are you?" she asked, crouching in front of him.

"Is that, er . . . some kind of carnival mask?" Solomon asked as the others came closer.

"No, it's real," the Apocalypse shook her head. "I'm sorry," she whispered to the pig man. "Now listen to me. I promise I can help. Who did this to you?"

"Apocalypse, I think you'd better get back here," Martha's voice called, high pitched. "Apocalypse!"

She looked up to see more pig men flooding the tunnel, and she nodded. "Actually, good point," she stammered, backing up.

"They're following you," Martha observed.

"Yeah, I noticed that, thanks. Well, then. Martha, Frank, Solomon . . . "

"What?" Martha asked.

"Well, basically . . . run!"

The group of four took off down the sewers, heading back to a junction. "Where are we going?" Martha shouted, looking around.

"This way!" the Apocalypse pointed, heading down one of the passages. "It's a ladder! Come on!" She climbed up the ladder expertly and sonicked the manhole cover open, climbing out.

"Frank! Frank! C'mon, Frank, c'mon!" Solomon shouted as he and Martha climbed up.

Frank was nearly up when the pig men grabbed his legs. The Apocalypse leaped to grab the boy's hand. "I've got you," she panted. "Hang on!" She brought her other hand down, aiming at the pig men in the lead, and narrowed her eyes.

Electricity spat from her fingertips, and the pig men squealed in terror and pain, falling from the ladder to crash onto the ground. The Apocalypse pulled Frank up and out, and she sealed the cover shut. "Good job," she panted. "Good allons-y."

"Those creatures were from Hell," Solomon panted. "From Hell itself! If we go after them, they'll take us all!"

There was a click of a gun from behind them. "All right, then!" a woman's voice ordered, and the four turned to see a blonde woman in an angel costume pointing a revolver at them. "Put them up! Hands in the air, and no funny business!" The Apocalypse put her hands up obediently, followed by the others. "Now, tell me, you schmucks . . . what have you done with Laszlo?"

Frank blinked. "Who's Laszlo?"

***

"Laszlo's my boyfriend," the woman explained as the Apocalypse and Martha sat in her dressing room, Solomon and Frank elsewhere. "Or was my boyfriend, until he disappeared two weeks ago. No letter, no goodbye, no nothing. And I'm not stupid. I know some guys are just pigs, but not my Laszlo. I mean, what kind of guy asks you to meet his mother before he vamooses?"

"I know a guy who thought I vamoosed," the Apocalypse grumbled.

+++

"I might as well, 'cos you're stuck here," Mickey threw in Rose's face. "The Apocalypse's gone. Just now. That box thing just faded away."

Rose narrowed her eyes. "What?"

"She's left you," Mickey said in an I-told-you-so voice. "Some best friend she turned out to be!"

Rose headed out the door and back outside of the Powell Estate. "I know," she replied. "She's the best friend ever."

"Oh, but she's dumped you, Rose!" Mickey crowed. "Sailed off into space! How does it feel, huh? Now you are left behind with the rest of us Earthlings! Get used to it!"

Rose shook her head. "She said she wouldn't."

"What're you two chimps going on about?" Jackie demanded. "What's going on? What's this Apocalypse done now?"

"Ho, ho, ho!" Mickey replied with a grin. "She's vamoosed!"

"She's not, because she gave me this," Rose replied, dangling her key in front of his face. "She's not my best friend, Mickey. She's better than that. She's much more important than - " She cut off when the key began to glow and the wind whipped a little, and the TARDIS materialized behind them. Rose laughed and pointed at a dumbstruck Mickey. "I said so!" she cheered. "Mum! Mum, go inside! Mum, don't stand there, just go inside! Just, Mom, go!" When her mum just stared at the TARDIS, Rose sighed. "Oh, blimey," she muttered when it fully materialized.

"Huh?" Mickey asked warily.

"How'd you do that, then?" Jackie asked.

+++

"But it might help if you put the prop down," the Apocalypse added, nodding at the revolver.

The woman blinked. "How did you know?"

"I've fired guns like those before," she muttered. "I know about them."

"What do you think happened to Laszlo?" Martha asked as the woman tossed the gun to the side.

"I wish I knew," the woman sighed. "One minute he's there, the next, zip. Vanished."

"What's your name?" the Apocalypse asked.

"Tallulah."

"Tallulah," she repeated.

"Three Ls and an H."

"Right. We can try to find Laszlo, but he's not the only one. There are people disappearing, every night."

"And there are creatures," Solomon added, poking his head around. "Such creatures."

Tallulah blinked. "What do you mean, creatures?"

"Look, listen," the Apocalypse said. "Just rust me. Everyone is in danger. I need to find out exactly what this is - " She pulled the jellyfish thing out. " - because then I'll know exactly what we're fighting."

Tallulah wrinkled her nose. "Yuck," was all she had to say.

***

"Where's Frank?" the Apocalypse asked as she scavenged through the props room to find stuff to build her gizmo.

"He left a bit ago," Solomon answered, coming over with a portable radio. "How about this? I found it backstage."

"Perfect!" she beamed. "It's the capacitors I need. I'm just rigging up a crude little DNA scan for this beastie. If I can get a chromosomal reading, I can find out where it's from."

"How about you, Apocalypse?" Solomon asked. "Where are you from? I've been all over. I never heard anybody talk like you. Just exactly who are you?"

"Oh, I'm just sort of passing by," she shrugged. "Stumble in out of nowhere."

+++

"I'm the Apocalypse," she replied. "And who are you?"

"Like you don't know!" he scoffed. "We're hidden away with the most valuable collection of extraterrestrial artifacts in the world, and you just stumbled in by mistake."

"Pretty much sums me up, yeah," the Apocalypse admitted.

+++

"I'm not a fool, Apocalypse."

"Of course not," she shook her head.

"I was so scared, Apocalypse," Solomon whispered, pulling up the manhole. "I nearly let them take Frank because I was just so scared." He shook his head. "I got to get back to Hooverville. With these creatures on the loose, we got to protect ourselves. Ain't no one else going to help us."

The Apocalypse nodded in understanding. "Good luck."

"I hope you find what you're looking for, for all our sakes," Solomon nodded back to her before going down into the sewers.

***

"Laszlo," Tallulah sighed appreciatively as Martha watched her get ready. "He'd wait for me after the show. Walk me home like I was a lady. He'd leave a flower for me on my dressing table. Every day, just a single rose bud."

"Haven't you reported him missing?" Martha asked.

"Sure," she rolled her eyes. "He's just a stagehand. Who cares? The management certainly don't."

"Can't you kick up a fuss or something?"

"OK, so then they fire me."

"But they'd listen to you! You're one of the stars!"

"Oh, honey, I got one song in a back street revue, and that's only because Heidi Chicane broke her ankle," Tallulah sighed. "Which had nothing to do with me whatever anybody says. I can't afford to make a fuss. If I don't make this month's rent, then before you know it, I'm in Hooverville."

"OK, I get it," she nodded.

"It's the Depression, sweetie. Your heart might break, but the show goes on. Because if it stops, you starve. Every night, I have to go out there, sing, dance, keep going, hoping she's going to come back."

"I'm sorry."

"Still, you got to live in hope. It's the only thing that's kept me going, because . . . well, look." Tallulah picked up something from her dressing table and handed it to Martha. "On my dressing table still."

Martha twirled the white rose bud around and looked back at Tallulah. "You think it's Laszlo?" she asked.

"I don't know. If he's still around, why is he being all secret like he doesn't want me to see him?" She finished her preparations, then headed out of her dressing room. "Girls, it's showtime!" she cheered.

"Lois, you spoil my chasse tonight, I'm going to punch you," one girl told another.

"Aw, quit complaining, Myrna! Go buy yourself some glasses!"

"Come on, honey," Tallulah told Martha. "Take a look. Ever been on stage before?"

"Oh, a little bit," she shrugged. "You know . . . Shakespeare."

"How dull is that?" Tallulah burst out laughing, grabbing her arm. "Come and see a real show!"

***

"That's it," the Apocalypse smiled as she finished pinning the jellyfish creature into her gizmo, shining her flashlight through it as she powered the gizmo up. "We need to heat you up." She rolled up her sleeves and watched the readings come in. "This is artificial," she mused. "Genetically engineered. Whoever this is, oh, you're clever." She pulled a stethoscope out of her cardigan and took a listen. She waited, then listed the numbers off. "Fundamental DNA type four six seven dash nine eight nine," she evaluated before pausing. "Nine eight nine . . . " she repeated. "Hold on, that means, planet of origin . . ." Her eyes widened before they blazed gold in anger.

+++

"Daleks are based off of DNA type nine eight nine," the General told the Apocalypse as she arrived in the war room, watching the progress of the war going on. "There's only one type of gun that we have that could work on them, besides the lasers and any energy weapon possible."

"Polycarbite," the Apocalypse nodded, remembering as she finished tying her ginger hair into a ponytail. "How's progress going?"

"They're attacking Arcadia strong," the General answered, pointing. "We know you've faced off the Daleks before, we know you've been to their home planet. Is there anything you can tell us more about them?"

"Don't let anger win over," another voice said, and the Apocalypse smiled and leaned into her husband as the Doctor put his arms around her, finally joining them. "Don't let their nature get to you."

"Yes, sir," the General nodded.

"Is there any word on the Master?" the Apocalypse had to ask.

"None yet, Apocalypse, but you will be the first to know."

"Thank you," the Apocalypse nodded, and the two Time Lords headed out.

They made it to a private area before the Doctor turned to her. "Ginger again," he smiled.

"I know," she smiled, taking a look at her own hair. "It was another ginger that killed me."

"What did he do?"

"She thought my second heart was causing me issues, and I died on the operating table." She grinned at the Doctor's appalled face. "Relax, Kasterborous, she didn't know I was an alien."

"Anywhere we go now, Banja, people consider the Time Lords monsters," the Doctor shook his head. "How many have I missed since your fifth?"

The Apocalypse sighed. "This is my eighth," she admitted.

The Doctor gave a grim smile. "We're even, then."

The Apocalypse smiled softly when there was a beep from her communicator. She took a quick look and refrained from groaning. "They've called me back out to the front lines again," she said.

"Be careful," the Doctor warned.

The Apocalypse smiled. "They don't call me the Earth Shaker for nothing," she told him, kissing him before heading off. "With me," she ordered the two Gallifreyan soldiers lining the halls, and they fell into step with her.

+++

"Skaro," she sneered angrily.

She was going to kill them.

***

Tallulah and the dancers were gossiping when the Apocalypse finally ran up to Tallulah. "Where is she?" she demanded, eyes still glowing a bit gold. "Where's Martha?"

"I don't know!" Tallulah stammered, more put off by the gold in her eyes than what had just occurred onstage. "She ran off the stage."

As if on cue, Martha screamed from back by the props room. "Martha!" the Apocalypse shouted, dashing in that direction, Tallulah following as best as she could.

The Apocalypse looked around the dark props room, seeing nobody at all. She narrowed her eyes, determined not to let the Daleks take someone else away from her, then she laid eyes on the manhole cover on the floor . . . not put back the right way. She smirked and grabbed her cardigan from where she'd tossed it, slipping it on. "Where are you going?" Tallulah asked as the Apocalypse tossed the manhole cover to the side effortlessly.

"They've taken her," was all the Apocalypse said as she climbed in.

"Who's taken her? What're you doing?"

The Apocalypse just dropped down into the sewers, using her torch to look around, but she looked up, seeing Tallulah, now with a fur coat, climbing after her. "No, no, no, no, no way," she shook her head violently. "You're not coming!"

"Tell me what's going on!" Tallulah ordered.

"There's nothing you can do! Go back!"

"Look, whoever's taken Martha, they could've taken Laszlo, couldn't they?"

The Apocalypse huffed. "Tallulah, you're not safe down here - "

"Then that's my problem," she butted in. "Come on, which way?"

The Apocalypse sighed when Tallulah went down the wrong hallway. "This way!" she called, heading off in the opposite direction, Tallulah turning back to follow her.

***

"No!" Martha tried to get away from the pig men as she was shoved into a line of people being escorted by. "Let me go!"

She didn't expect someone to catch her and stop her from being tossed around more. "Martha!" a familiar voice said.

"Oh, my God, Frank!" Martha gasped, hugging him tightly. He was jostled, and Martha glared at the offending pig man. "All right, all right, we're moving!" she huffed, turning and walking.

"Where are they taking us?" Frank asked.

"I don't know, but we can find out what's going on down here."

***

"When you say, they've taken her, who's they exactly?" Tallulah asked as they walked down through the sewers, noticing how tense the Apocalypse was, and noticing she still had the gold gleam in her eyes. "And who are you anyway? I never asked."

The Apocalypse slowed slightly, hearing a familiar hum. "Shush," she ordered.

"OK, OK!"

"Shush!"

"I mean, you're pretty and all - "

Her fears were confirmed when she spotted the shadow gliding across the wall in front of them. She slapped a hand over Tallulah's mouth and dragged her into an alcove, keeping them inside . . . as a Dalek slid past. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no," she whispered, shaking her head desperately. "They survived! They always survive while I lose everything!"

"That metal thing?" Tallulah asked. "What is it?"

+++

A flying saucer flew past the holoscreen, and the Apocalypse stiffened, her eyes widening in horror. "No," she whispered in horror.

"That's impossible!" Jack insisted when the view pulled back to reveal hundreds more of the ships. "I know those ships! They were destroyed!"

"Obviously, they survived," the Apocalypse snarled. "Of every possibility, it had to be them!"

"Who did?" Lynda asked. "Who are they?"

"Two hundred ships," the Apocalypse spat out. "More than two thousand onboard each one. That's just about half a million of them."

"Caly, half a million of what?" Rose asked. What her sister said next made all of the blood drain from her face.

"Daleks!"

+++

"It's called a Dalek," she explained, the hate evident in her voice. "And it's not just metal, it's alive."

"You're kidding me."

"Does it look like I'm kidding?" the Apocalypse snapped angrily, and Tallulah gulped, the gold nearly taking over the blue in her eyes. "Inside that shell is a creature born to hate, whose only thought is to destroy everything and everyone that isn't a Dalek, too. It won't stop until it's killed every human being alive."

"But if it's not a human being, that kind of implies it's from outer space." The Apocalypse sighed and walked off again, heading after the Dalek. "Yet again, that's a no with the kidding. Boy." Tallulah caught up with her, still thinking out loud. "Well, what's it doing here, in New York?"

"Every second you're down here, you're in danger," the Apocalypse told her before nodding and turning back. "I'm taking you back right now - "

When they made the corner, however, they saw a pig man silhouetted against the manhole light. Tallulah screamed, and the pig tried to run. But the Apocalypse pointed, and the pig man slammed into a wall telekinetically. "Where's Martha?" she shouted, storming forward, her red and white outfit turning into a red combat outfit in her fury. "What have you done with her? What have you done with Martha?"

"I didn't take her," the pig man wheezed.

The Apocalypse let him go only slightly, because this was the first pig man she'd met that could talk. "Can you remember your name?"

"Don't look at me!"

"Do you know where she is?" Tallulah asked, starting to come forward.

The pig man just shied away. "Stay back! Don't look at me!"

"What happened to you?" the Apocalypse asked, tilting her head.

"They made me a monster."

"Who did?"

"The masters."

"The Daleks," she assumed, her voice a growl. "Why?"

"They needed slaves. They needed slaves to steal more people, so they created us. Part animal, part human. I escaped before they got my mind, but it was still too late."

"Do you know what happened to Martha?"

"They took her. It's my fault. She was following me."

"Were you in the theater?" Tallulah asked.

"I never - " The pig man was cut off by the Apocalypse's warning glare, and he slumped. "Yes."

"Why?" Tallulah demanded. "Why were you there?"

"I never wanted you to see me like this."

"Why me? What I got to do with this? Were you following me? Is that why you were there?"

The pig man finally looked up so Tallulah could see him. "Yes."

"Who are you?"

"I was lonely."

"Who are you?"

"I needed to see you."

"Who are you?"

"I'm sorry."

Tallulah jumped forward when he tried to turn away again. "No, wait! Let me look at you!" The pig man reluctantly turned, and Tallulah's eyes widened. "Laszlo?" she whispered, heartbroken, and the Apocalypse closed her eyes, shaking her head sadly. "My Laszlo? Oh, what have they done to you?"

"I'm sorry," Laszlo whispered as Tallulah cried, hugging her tightly. "So sorry."

"Laszlo, can you show me where they are?" the Apocalypse asked.

"They'll kill you," he warned.

"Not if I kill them first," the Apocalypse said bluntly.

Laszlo nodded. "Then follow me."

***

"What are they keeping us here for?" Frank asked as they were kept against the sewer wall.

"I don't know," Martha admitted. "I've got a nasty feeling we're being kept in the larder."

Frank looked around as the pig men fidgeted, obviously agitated. "What're they doing?" he asked. "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Silence!" a mechanical voice ordered, and something that reminded Martha of a pepper pot slid into the sewer, another one behind it. "Silence!"

"What the hell is that?" Martha gawked.

"You will form a line. Move. Move."

"Just do as it says, everyone, OK?" Martha called, moving to form the line with the others. "Just obey."

"The female is wise," the pepper pot said. "Obey."

"Report," the other pepper pot said.

"These are strong specimens. They will help the Dalek cause."

Martha froze, recognizing the name. "Dalek?" she breathed. She was looking the Apocalypse's worst enemies in the . . . eyestalk?

"What is the status of the Final Experiment?"

"The Dalekanium is in place. The energy conductor is now complete."

"Then I will extract prisoners for selection." An older black man was shoved forward, and the Dalek put its sucker on his face. "Intelligence scan, initiate. Reading brain waves. Low intelligence."

"You calling me stupid?" the man asked.

"Silence! This one will become a pig slave. Next."

***

"No! Let go of me!" the man shouted as he was dragged away, the Apocalypse watching with narrowed eyes, barely refraining from crushing the Daleks then and there. "I'm not becoming oen of them! No! No!"

"They're divided into two groups," Laszlo explained in a whisper. "High intelligence and low intelligence. The low intelligence are taken to become pig slaves live me."

"Well, that's not fair!" Tallulah whined.

"Shush," the Apocalypse ordered.

Tallulah quieted, but said, "You're the smartest guy I ever dated."

The Apocalypse refrained from snorting. "And the others?"

"They're taken to the laboratory."

"Why? What for?"

"I don't know. The masters call it the Final Experiment."

The Apocalypse winced. Isn't that me in a nutshell?

"Superior intelligence," the Dalek said as it finished scanning Frank, then turned to Martha. "Intelligence scan, initiate. Superior intelligence. This one will become part of the Final Experiment."

"You can't just experiment on people!" Martha shouted. "It's insane! It's inhuman!"

"We are not human," the Dalek said simply. "Prisoners of high intelligence will be taken to the transgenic laboratory."

"Look out, they're moving," the Apocalypse warned.

Laszlo pulled Tallulah away, but the Apocalypse stayed behind. "Apocalypse," Laszlo hissed. "Apocalypse, quickly!"

"I'm not coming," she said firmly. "I've got an idea. You go."

Laszlo paused, then moved back to her. "Laszlo, come on!" Tallulah begged.

"Can you remember the way?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Then go, please."

"But, Laszlo, you got to come with me!"

"Where would I go?" he asked in exasperation. "Tallulah, I'm begging you, save yourself. Just run, just go. Go!"

Tallulah left after a pause, and the Apocalypse watched the Daleks leave, before she joined behind Martha in line. "Keep walking," she hissed to Martha as Laszlo joined the pig slaves.

"Oh, I'm so glad to see you!" Martha sighed, then blinked. "Did you change?"

"Sort of, and you won't be when you see what I do to them," the Apocalypse sneered. "Avoid kissing me if you can."

Martha blinked, caught off guard, but reminded herself these were her archenemies. She took a deep breath to calm herself as they entered the laboratory. "Report!" the first Dalek called.

"Dalek Sec is in the final stage of evolution," the remaining Dalek answered, and the Apocalypse tensed more when she saw the black Dalek with smoke pouring out of its casing, recognizing the name immediately.

One didn't forget the name of a Dalek that was partially responsible for the loss of her little sister.

"Scan him," the other Dalek ordered. "Prepare for birth."

"Evolution?" she couldn't help but wonder.

"What's wrong with old Charlie boy over there?" Martha asked nervously.

"Ask them."

"What, me?" she squeaked. "Don't be daft!"

"I don't exactly want to get noticed, and I don't want to implode them before I know what the hell they're doing," the Apocalypse told her tensely. "Ask them what's going on."

Martha took a deep breath, then asked, "Daleks, I demand to be told. What is this Final Experiment?" When none answered, she finally said, "Report!"

The first Dalek turned to her. "You will bear witness."

"To what?"

"This is the dawn of a new age."

"What does that mean?"

"We are the only four Daleks in existence, so the species must evolve a life outside the shell. The Children of Skaro must walk again."

The Apocalypse narrowed her eyes as Sec's shell stopped smoking, and the case opened. A biped struggled out, wearing a black pinstripe suit. "What is it?" Martha asked in shock.

The Apocalypse's eyes widened as the biped straightened, revealing one eye and the head of a Dalek with the same hands as a Dalek. When it spoke, it didn't sound like a Dalek. "I am a human Dalek," the evolved Sec answered. "I am your future."

Oh, she wasn't going to kill them.

She was going to destroy them.

***

*whistles* Daleks . . . I'd run.

Anyway, since you guys got over 75 comments, the episode the Doctor will appear in is . . . *drum roll* "The End of Time!" :) I won't tell you what part he plays, but if you look carefully, I did not say if there was a specific part he's in. ;) I thought it would be fitting for Caly's leave.

Hope Caly scared you a bit in this episode. She's going to scare Martha a hell of a lot more in the next one. Because the Apocalypse is NOT happy at all to see these creeps. We'll see just how willing she is to help change them . . . and her reaction to Caan's escape.

Start tacking on comments to find out what the Torchwood crossover is!