This one only had like half of a chapter. I never got to finish it, but I loved the Angel, or really the thought of her... Maybe I might actually give her a story...

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Chapter One:

The Doctor and Rose stepped out of the TARDIS, and into the dark room. "So, what is it? What's wrong?" Rose asks curiously, looking around.

"Don't know, some kind of signal drawing the TARDIS off course..." The Doctor replies.

"Where are we?"

"Earth, Utah, North America. About half a mile underground."

"And... When are we?"

"2012," was his reply.

"God, that's so close, so I should be... 26..."

The Doctor finds a switch and flips it on. Light floods the room and reveals the glass cases filled with all kinds of odd items that look out-of-this-world.

"Blimey!" Rose gasps. "It's a great big museum!"

"An alien museum," the Doctor clarifies. "Someone's got a hobby. They must've spent a fortune on this. Chunks of meteorite, moon dust... that's the milometer from the Roswell Spaceship."

They walked by, examining all the items. Rose stops to look at a green arm with claws and scales. "That's a bit of Slitheen!" She said, recognizing the disembodied arm from her previous trips. "That's a Slitheen's arm, it's been stuffed."

"Ah! Look at you!" The Doctor says, turning elsewhere. He is looking at a metal head with a bar stretching over his head. It's face held small holes that resembled eyes and a rectangle where one's mouth would be.

"What is it?" Rose asked, joining him to stare at the metal head.

"An old friend of mine..." He says. "Well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit. I'm getting old..."

"Is that where the signal's coming from?" Rose asks.

"Nah, it's stone dead. The signal's alive. Something's reaching out. Calling for help." He lightly touches the glass frame, and instantly loud alarms go off, and they are quickly surrounded by guards with weapons.

"If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you Exhibit A," Rose mutters and the Doctor grins widely.

^•^•^•^•^•^

"On behalf of all of us, I want to wish you a very happy birthday, sir," Henry Van Statten's current assistant, Polkowski, says as they walked down the hall. Van Statten was surrounded by a crowd of people, walking in sync with him, as he was in the center. "And the President called to convey his personal best wishes."

"The President is 10 points down. I want him replaced," Van Statten orders.

"I don't think that's very wise, sir..." Polkowski says. Everyone's eyes widen. They know what comes next.

"Thank you so much for your opinion. You're fired," Van Statten states bluntly. Polkowski's eyes widened, as he processes his words. "Get rid of him."

The soldiers drag him away, before he could protest his removal, as Van Statten walks on and continues. "Wipe his memory, put him on the road someplace -- Memphis, Minneapolis -- somewhere beginning with 'M'," he says, as the man was replaced with a blonde haired woman. "So, the next President, what do you think? Republican or Democrat?"

"Democrat, sir," she replies.

"For what reason?"

"They're just so funny, sir?" She says nervously, not wanting the same fate as the man who had just gotten dragged away.

Everyone stops, and looks at the woman, as does Henry Van Statten. "What is your name?" He questions.

"Goddard, sir. Diana Goddard."

"I like you, Diana Goddard," he nods approvingly and continues to walk. "So, where's the English kid?"

The English Kid, rushes over at the sound of his name. "Sir! Sir! I bought ten more artifacts at auction, Mr Van Statten."

"Bring 'em on, let me see 'em," Van Statten says.

"Sir, with respect, there's something more urgent. We arrested two intruders 54 floors down," Diana Goddard informs him. "We don't know how they got in."

"I'll tell you how they got in. In'tro'da window." Nobody laughs. "In'tro'da the window, that was funny!" Everyone begins to laugh nervously, Van Statten seems proud at this. "Bring 'em in, let's see 'em -- and tell Simmons I wanna visit my little den. Get to it!" He walks into the door, as Goddard talking into her earpiece.

"Simmons? You'd better give me good news," She says. "Are they talking?"

^•^•^•^•^•^

Simmons has a chainsaw, torturing the dalek, that is screaming. "Not exactly 'talking', no," he replies.

"What's it doing?" Goddard asks.

"Screaming," he answered. "Is that any good?"

Goddard sighed through her earpiece. "What about the other one? What's it done?"

"I checked on it earlier," Simmons said, stopping the chainsaw momentarily. "All it does is cry and scream. It's some kind of baby, that's for sure."

"What else have you found out?" She asks, impatiently.

"Not alot," he sighs. "I'll have Jack or someone check on it. And I'll inform you if something new happens to it, okay? Okay." He turned off the receiver, not waiting for an answer, and turns in his chainsaw, and continues to torture the dalek. It's electronic screams fill the air, but Simmons does not seem fazed by it, and continues.

^•^•^•^•^•^

"And this is the last... paid $800,000 for it," Adam says, showing Van Statten the artifacts he 'found' in Van Statten's office.

The Doctor, Rose, and Goddard enter the room. "What does it do," he asks, taking it off the young male.

"Well you see, the tubes on the side must be to channel something, I think maybe fuel..." Adam says.

"I really wouldn't hold it like that," The Doctor says.

"Shut it," Goddard hisses.

"Really, though, that's wrong," the Doctor insists.

"Is it dangerous?" Adam asks.

"No. Just looks silly," he says, holding our his hands to the object. Instantly, the soldiers arm themselves, but Van Statten holds up his hand, and the soldiers stand down.

He hands the object to the Doctor, who gently runs his fingers against its smooth, shiny black crevices. "You just need to be..." A soft, beautiful noise emits from the object, and fills the air. "... delicate." He finishes, beaming.

"It's a musical instrument," Van Statten notified.

The Doctor nods, "And it's a long way from home."

"Here, let me," Van Statten stands, and snatched the instrument off the Doctor, who rose an eyebrow in surprise.

"I did say 'delicate'. Reacts to the smallest fingerprint," the Doctor reminds as Van Statten only plays a few, monotonous beeps. "It needs precision," he continues. Van Statten touches it more gently, and it creates a few notes, similar to the Doctors. "Very good. Quite the expert."

"As are you," Van Statten replies, and tossed the instrument behind him carelessly. Everyone's eyes widen in shock as it hits the ground, likely damaged. "Who exactly are you?"

The Doctor looks back at Van Statten disdainfully. "I'm the Doctor. And who are you?"

"Like you don't know " Van Statten scoffs. "We're hidden away with the most valuable collection of extra-terrestrial artifacts in the world and you just stumbled in by mistake."

"Pretty much sums me up, yeah."

"The question is, how did you get in? 53 floors down. With your little cat burglar accomplice," he looks at Rose. "Quite a collector yourself, she's rather pretty."

Rose glared heatedly at him, "She's gonna smack you if you keep calling her 'she'!" She snaps.

"She's English too!" He turned to Adam, "Hey, little Lord Fauntleroy, got you a girlfriend!"

"This is Mr. Henry Van Statten," Adam says, believing it's the best time to introduce his boss to the intruders.

"And who's he when he's at home," Rose questions.

"Mr Van Statten owns the Internet," pride shines in Adam's voice, and Rose scoffed.

"Don't be stupid, no one owns the Internet," She rolls her eyes.

"And let's just keep the whole world thinking that way, right kids?" He grins.

"So you're an expert on just about everything except the things in your museum," The Doctor says. "Anything you don't understand, you lock up."

"And you claim greater knowledge?" Van Statten challenges.

"I don't need to make claims, I know how good I am," He scoffs.

"And yet, I captured you. Right next to the Cage. What were you doing down there?"

"You tell me."

"The cage contains my two living specimens."

"And what's that?"

"Like you don't know."

"Show me."

"You wanna see it?"

"Blimey, you can smell the testosterone," Rose muttered as the two bickered.

"Goddard -- inform the Cage. We're heading down," he orders his assistant, who pushes down on her ear piece, talking into it.

"You -- English. Look after the girl. Canoodle or spoon, or whatever it is you British do. And you -- Doctor with no name..." He smirks evilly to the Doctor. "Come and see my pets."

^•^•^•^•^•^

They are outside of the Cage that holds one of the two living specimen. "We've tried everything," Van Statten says. "The creatures has... shielded itself but there's definite signs of life inside."

He punches a code into the keypad, and the door opens behind him. "Inside? Inside what?" The Doctor asked.

"Welcome back, sir," Simmons greets them. "I've had to take the power down -- the Metaltron is resting."

"Metaltron?" The Doctor questions, knowing that its true name is anything but 'Metaltron'.

"Thought of it myself," Van Statten praises himself. "Good, isn't it? Although I'd much to prefer to find out its real name." He looks at the Doctor slyly, who refuses to acknowledge him.

"Here, you'd better put these on," he offers the Doctor a thick pair of gloves. "The last guy that touched it... burst into flames."

"Won't touch it then," he says, denying the gloves and shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Go ahead, Doctor. Impress me. If you can get it to talk, I might let you see my other pet," Van Statten promises, as he walked into the room. Once he is in, the Door close and locks. "Don't open that door until we get a result" he orders the other scientist, who nod eagerly.

^•^•^•^•^•^

The room was dark except for the blue light that illuminated from the alien's eyestalk. The door as shut behind him, locking him in with the alien. "Look, I'm sorry about this," he apologizes. "Mr Van Statten might think he's clever, but never mind him. I've come to help. I'm the Doctor."

"Doc-tor..." The electronic voice of the alien says.

The Doctor's eyes widen to absolute shock. "Impossible!"

"THE Doctor?!" The alien exclaimed. The lights turned on, revealing the dalek, who is saving his death ray at the Doctor. "EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!!"

The Doctor turns and bangs on the metal door, "Let me out!"

"EXTERMINATE!!"

^•^•^•^•^•^

Outside the door, Van Statten watches on the screen, along with Goddard and a few other scientists. "Sir, it's going to kill him!" Goddard warns.

Van Statten smiles like a child on Christmas, "It's talking!" He says gleefully.

^•^•^•^•^•^

"You are an enemy of the Daleks!" The Dalek yells. "You must be destroyed!" The dalek waves its gun around helplessly, but nothing comes out of it.

The Doctor notices this, "It's not working!" He cries, "Fantastic! Oh, fantastic! Powerless! Look at you. The Great Space Dustbin. How does it feel?" He runs up to the Dalek, and gets in its face.

"KEEP BACK!" It warns, moving against its chains that ties him to the ground.

"What for? What're you going to do to me?" There is a short silence, since the Dalek cannot answer. "If you can't kill... then what are you good for, Dalek? What's the point of you?" He circles the dalek like its prey and the dalek turns its eyestalk to watch. "You're nothing." He spat.

He glares heatedly at its metal exoskeleton. "What the hell are you here for?!"

"I am waiting for orders," it responded.

"What does that mean?"

"I am a soldier. I was bred to receive orders."

"Well you're never gonna get any. Not ever."

"I demand orders!"

"They're never gonna come!" He yelled, "Your race is dead! You all burnt, all of you. Ten million ships on fire -- the entire Dalek race wiped out in one second."

"You lie!"

"I watched it happen. I MADE it happen!"

"You destroyed us?"

The Doctor pauses, and turns his back on the alien. "I had no choice," he said quietly.

"And what of the Time Lords?"

"Dead," he spat the word like venom. "They burnt with you. The end of the last great Time War. Everyone lost."

"And the coward survived!"

"Oh -- and I caught your little signal... help me... poor little thing..." He says mockingly. "But there's no one else coming 'cos there's no one else left."

The dalek lowered his eyestalk, as if it were sad, "I am alone in the Universe."

"Yep," the Doctor grins.

"So are you," his grin fades. "We are the same."

He spins around and glares the dalek in the face. "We're not the same, I'm not--" he pauses. "No -- wait. Maybe we are. You're right, yeah, okay. You've got a point. 'Cos I know what to do. I know what should happen. I know what you deserve." He raises his eyebrows. "Exterminate!"

He pulls a lever down on the control panel, and the dalek is engulfed in electricity. It begins to scream. "Have pity!" It screams.

"Why should I?" He questions, not stopping. "You never did." He turns up the voltage and the dalek screams louder.

^•^•^•^•^•^

"Get him out!" Van Statten orders to the soldiers and opens up the door.

^•^•^•^•^•^

"Help me!" The dalek pleads as the soldier runs in, and takes the Doctor by the arms, restricting his movement.

"I saved your life, now talk to me!" Van Statten yells at it. "Goddamn it, talk to me!"

The soldiers drag the Doctor away, "You've got to destroy it!" He cries.

"The last in the Universe. And now I know your name. Dalek. Speak to me, Dalek." Silence was his answer. "I am Henry van Statten, now recognize me!" He receives silence again, and turns to Simmons. "Make it talk again, Simmons." A look of greed shines in Simmons eyes as he approaches the dalek. "Whatever it takes."

^•^•^•^•^•^

"The metal's just battle armor -- the real Dalek creature's inside," he explains while they are in the lift.

"What does it look like?" Van Statten asks.

"A nightmare," he answered. "It's a mutation. The Dalek race was genetically engineered - every single emotion was removed except hate."

"Genetically engineered... by whom?" Van Statten asks, impressed.

"By a genius, Van Statten," he tells the human. "By a man who was king of his own little world -- you'd like him."

"It's been on Earth for over fifty years," Goddard says. "Sold at a private auctions moving from one collection to another. So did the other one. Why would it be a threat now?"

"Because I'm here," he grimaces. "How did they get to Earth? Does anyone know?"

"Records say it came from the sky like a meteorite. It fell to Earth on the Ascension Islands -- burnt in its crater for nearly three days before anybody could get near it and all that time it was screaming. It must've gone insane," Goddard explains. "The other one did the same way, not too far from the Met-- dalek. We don't think it went insane though, it just started crying and speaking an unrecognizable language. We didn't think it could speak English until recently when it told us 'stop'. We recorded it if you would like to hear."

"Show me," he demands. Goddard pulls a recorder out of her blazer and turns it on.

"Stop," a small, shaky, feminine voice said through the recording. "Stop." She sounds young, like a child.

There was a small crash in surprise, "You can speak English?!" A unknown voice questions.

"Stop," she repeats.

"Who are you? What is your name?"

"Stop."

"How did you get here?"

"Stop!"

The sound of electricity crackling is heard followed by the high pitched screaming. "Who are you?!" The unknown voice commands.

The next part of the recording made him go pale. "STOP! STOP! STOP!!!" She screams, you can hear her loud crying voice that echoed off the elevator walls.

Goddard turned it off, "After that, she just talks in some other language. We aren't even able to translate it."

"They must've fallen through time, the only survivors," he says, his fists clenched and knuckles white. They were torturing her, probably a child!

"You said something about a war," Goddard mentions.

"The Time War. The final battle between my people and the Dalek race," he says grimly.

"But you survived," Van Statten says.

"Not by choice," he corrected.

"This means that the Dalek and the other one isn't the only alien on Earth, Doctor, there's you. The only one of your kind in existence," a grin spreads on the man's face.

^•^•^•^•^•^

"Now smile!" Van Statten grins. The Doctor is strapped to a rack, his torso exposed. Van Statten points his scanner at the Doctor, and he grimaces in pain. The scan shows the Doctor's internal organs. Van Statten frowns, "Two hearts and a binary vascular system. Just like the other one, I can't patent this..."

His eyes go wide in shock. The girl was a Time Lord?! "So that's your secret," he growls. "You don't just collect this stuff, you scavenge it."

"This technology has been falling to Earth for centuries," he states carelessly. "All it took was the right mind to use it properly. Oh, the advances I've made from alien junk, you have no idea, Doctor. Broadband? Roswell. Just last year my scientists cultivated bacteria from the Russian Crater, and do you know what they found?" The Doctor glares at him angrily. "The cure for the common cold. Kept it strictly within the laboratory of course, no need to get people excited. Why sell one cure when I can sell a thousand palliatives?" He smirks smugly.

"Do you know what a Dalek is, Van Statten?" He questions, "A Dalek is honest. It does what it was born to do for the survival of its species -- that creature in your dungeon is better than you."

"In that case, I will be true to myself and continue," he replies, and goes back to the scanner.

"Listen to me," he cries frantically. "That thing downstairs is going to kill every last one of us!" He suddenly thinks about the child downstairs. If the dalek escapes, it'll go right to her!

"Nothing can escape the Cage," Van Statten states arrogantly, running the scan again, and the Doctor withers in pain.

"But it's woken up," he yells. "It knows I'm here! It's gonna get out! Van Statten, I swear no one on this base is safe! No one on this planet!" The scan runs again, and the Doctor groans in pain.

^•^•^•^•^•^

She heard the loud alarms and pounding footsteps outside, and wondered what was going on? Was it that Metaltron, as the scientist call it, that she constantly hear screaming, that would sometimes synchronize with her own?

The door opens revealing a man, a soldier, holding a gun. He is accompanied by two others. "You are coming with us," was all he said as they take the tight leather straps off her arms and legs.

They push her off the table and forced her to walk across the steel flooring, barefooted and naked, although her arms and legs are chained together, so she can't run very fast. She does not complain, as she only stumbles out the door for the first time in a decade.

^•^•^•^•^•^

The Doctor, Goddard and Van Statten are in his office. The dalek had escaped, and Rose was still down there. He had ordered that the child that was being held down there was sent to him.

"We're losing power," Goddard informed. "It's draining the base. Oh, my God. It's raiding entire power supplies for the whole of Utah."

"It's downloading," he told her.

"Downloading what?" Van Statten asks.

"Sir, the entire West Coast has gone down," Goddard says, nervousness laced in her voice, and the Doctor didn't blame her. A loose, murdering, death machine like a dalek could kill everyone in the building easily.

"It's not just energy," he hissed. "That Dalek just absorbed the entire Internet. It knows everything."

"The Daleks live through me!" The Dalek exclaims, and shoots the camera, and the video disappears.

"Sir, the cameras in the vault have gone down," Goddard informs.

"We've only got emergency power," the Doctor says. "It's eaten everything else, you've got to kill it now!"

"All guards to converge in the Metaltron cage, immediately!" Goddard orders.

The three of them stood there, listening and yelling commands at the soldiers when suddenly, two soldiers came into the room. "What are you doing here?!" Goddard exclaims. "You're supposed to be stopping the metaltron!"

"We have brought the other alien," he says, and moves over, to reveal a small girl.

She has messy blonde hair that is flecked with blood. She is completely naked and her her body is coated with dry blood and dirt. Dark bruises cover her pale skin and her dark bags hang under her eyes, signaling sleep deprivation. Her green eyes are dull and hollowed, and a metal band is strapped tightly around her head. Her lips are cracked and bleeding, and her arms and legs hold many, many cuts on them, some fresh, others faded. Her body is as frail as a twig, you could see her ribcage. The soldier behind her pushes his oversized gun into her back to move forward, and she falls to the ground, and weakly picks herself back up, which seems hard since her arms and legs are chained.

The Doctor's eyes widen, "What the hell did you do to her?!!" He yells, helping the girl. He takes off his leather jacket and drapes it over her arms, which makes her shoulders sag from the weight. He points his sonic at the chains on her arms and legs, making them hit the ground.

He picked her up gently and placed her on the chairs, she looks at him, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "What's the metal band for?" He asks, trying to gently pull it off her head.

"Her brain waves were off the charts. That stopped them," Van Statten explains. No wonder he wasn't able to sense her.

Once he get it off, he sonics it, shutting it down completely. He touches her bare arm, and she flinches. 'What's your name, Time Tot?' He asks her gently in her mind.

She looks around, confusedly for a second, before looking at him, realizing that he was speaking into her mind. 'Who are you, and how are you doing that?' She questions.

'I'm the Doctor, what's your name, little one?'

'...Angel,' she says after a moment's hesitation. 'How are you doing this?'

He frowned, she didn't know that Time Lords could talk to each other in their minds? She looked to be at least a hundred, maybe a few years older than that. Judging by her name, she must've already went through the Naming Ceremony, so how could she not know that?

'How old are you, Angel?'

'... I... Do not know,' she frowns. 'I do not remember anything...'

The Doctor's eyes widened, she doesn't remember, anything!? Could her falling through time cause that?

"Doctor, I'd hate to breakup your little reunion," Goddard says, "But we've still got this problem over here."

The Doctor looked at her, seeing that the dalek was still advancing and killing everyone in his path, then he went back to the child before him. 'I've got to help with this problem, can I leave you here for a second?' She nods, and he grins at her, ruffling her messy hair, and goes over to the other adults.

"That's us right below the surface," Goddard points to the blue screen of the map. "That's the cage -- and that's the Dalek."

"This museum of yours," The Doctor says. "Have you got any alien weapons?"

"Lots of them," Goddard answers, "But the trouble is the Dalek's between us and them."

"We've got to keep that thing alive," Van Statten says. "We could just seal the entire vault, trap it down there."

"Leaving everyone trapped with it?" The Doctor turns and glares at him, "Rose is down there. I won't let that happen. Have you got that?" He turns back to the screen. "It's got to go through this area. What's that?"

"Weapons testing," Goddard says.

"Give guns to the lawyers, technicians, anyone. Everyone. Only then have you got a chance of killing it."

Goddard nods and stands to relay the order. The Doctor takes her place on the computer, working beside it. He notices Angel get up and walk over to him slowly. "What is a dalek?" She asks in Gallifreyian, her voice was scratchy and dry.

"It's an alien," he explains. "A really mean one, but its fine, I won't let it get to you," he grins at her and pats her on the head.

She blinks, "You are lying." He raises an eyebrow as she continues, "You are not okay, but you do not want be to be not okay, but I am okay."

He smiles at her comfortingly, but questions her lack of vocabulary to himself. "You're right, sorry for lying."

"It is okay," she gives him a small, almost invisible, smile. He pats her on the shoulder and turns back to his work, as she watches over his shoulder. He notices that she was giving him calming waves, to unravels his tensed nerves. He glances at her, she seemed didn't seem to notice she was doing it either.

"I thought you were the great expert, Doctor," Van Statten, who was standing off to the side, says. The Doctor does not respond, so he continues. "If you're so impressive, then why not just reason with this Dalek? It must be willing to negotiate -- there must be something it needs, everything needs something."

"It cannot be reasoned with," Angel says softly, in english. The Doctor is surprised she can speak english.

"Oh look," Van Statten scoffs, "It speaks something other than gibberish!"

"The dalek is going to kill everything," she ignores his comment. "I can tell," she looks at the ground. "I feel it. It does not understand why it was hurt."

"What do you know?!" He yells, she finches at his tone.

"I know that it is not... Okay," she frowns to herself, trying to find the correct word for her thoughts. "It-It is not... Happy."

Van Statten glares at her, and opens his mouth to say something else, but the Doctor cuts him off saying: "What's the nearest town?"

"Salt Lake City," Van Statten answers.

"Population?"

"One Million."

"All dead. If the Dalek gets out, it'll murder every living creature, that's all it needs."

"But why would it do that?!" He yells, furiously.

"Because it honestly believes they should die," he answers. "Human beings are different, and anything different is wrong. It's the ultimate in racial cleansing and you, Van Statten, you've let it loose!"

A tense silence falls on the room, and Van Statten turns around and glares at the flooring. Angel's eyes linger at the man for a few moments, before turning back to the computer screen with the Doctor.

"You speak english?" He asks as he worked.

"Not a lot," she replies softly. "Only what I learned from the humans after a while."

"... You've been here for fifty years, right?"

"Fifty years?" She looks at him, her green eyes fractioned. "That is how long it has been..." Her eyes trail to the ground and she wraps her arms over her chest, the leather black sleeves of his jacket hangs off her hands. "... Fifty years..." She mumbles under her breath.

He looks at her, her dull green eyes filled empty and filled with sadness. Her mouth curled to a frown, and her face paler than what it was originally. It breaks his hearts seeing such hopelessness on a child her age. He wishes that he could've met her under different circumstances.

The monitor flickers on, showing the screen of Weapons Testing room, where the dalek currently is. They open fire at the dalek, and the bullets merely bounce off.

"We have vision," Goddard says, and everyone crowds around the computer. Van Statten goes over, pushing Angel down in the process. She painfully falls on her back, but does not make any noise, so the Doctor fails to notice. Since everyone is blocking the screen, she is not able to view it.

"It wants us to see," he says, watching the dalek closely.

The dalek slowly rises to the building, and fires its death ray at the fire alarm, causing water to rain down from the ceiling. Paying no mind to the bullets that are ricocheting off the metal of its body, the dalek shoots at a soaked man. The electricity from the shot not only killed him, but it electrocuted everyone around him, leaving only the commander and a single soldier.

"Fall back! Fall back!" He shouts to the soldier, but it quickly killed along with the others. Then the video cuts off.

The silence in the room is so tense, you could cut it with a knife. All you hear is the heavy breathing from shock of the people around him.

"Perhaps it's time for a new strategy," Van Statten suggests. "Maybe we should consider abandoning this place."

"Except there's no power to the helipad, sir," Goddard says, quietly furious. "We can't get out."

"And there are still people down there," Angel pips up and Van Statten glares at her. She stiffens under his glare, but only the Doctor notices.

"You said you could seal the vault," he says. Van Statten walks over to the computer.

"It was designed to be a bunker," he says, typing into the computer. "In the event of nuclear war, steel bulkheads--"

"There's not enough power, those bulkheads are massive," Goddard tells the Doctor.

"We can reroute it," Angel explains.

Van Statten scoffs, "And it's even got a bit of intelligence in it too. I guess it's --"

"Shut it!" The Doctor hisses, making the man go silent. Angel is looking at the ground, he notices that waves of sadness is coming off her. He desperately wants to give her a hug, but stops himself seeing that they've got a much bigger problem at hand. "Angel's right. We've got emergency power, we can re-route that to the bulkhead doors."

"We'd have to bypass the security codes, that would take a computer genius!" Goddard exclaims.

"Good thing you've got me then," Van Statten says.

"You want to help?" The Doctor asks. Angel is also giving him a strange look.

"I don't want to die, Doctor," he retorts smartly. "Simple as that. Nobody knows this software better than me."

"Sir..." Goddard's wary voice says. The three of then turn around to see the screen back to life, showing the dalek.

Angel looks to see the dalek for the first time, her eyes widen. It is almost a cylinder and has small balls on the bottom half. It had two sticks coming out of the middle part, one with a rubber circle and the other with a whisk-like shape and a open end. It's head had a long part coming out too, and has a blue screen that looks like the end of a telescope. For some reason when she looks at it, her breath hitches and a unusual feeling grows inside of her. She hears its metal, electronic voice and it gives shivers down her spine, for some reason. What was happening? She thought, almost panicking at this point. Why do I feel like this, what's going on?

"I shall speak only to the Doctor," it says.

"You're gonna get rusty," he states, showing his appearance.

"I fed off the DNA of Rose Tyler," he states. A pang of disappointment runs through him. Rose had freed the dalek... "Extrapolating the biomass of a time traveler regenerated me."

"What's your next trick?" He mocks.

"I have been searching for the Daleks."

"Yeah, I saw. Downloading the Internet," he walks closer to the screen. "What did you find?"

"I scanned your satellites and radio telescopes."

"And?"

"Nothing." It's voice rises in panic, "Where shall I get my orders now?"

"You're just a soldier without commands!"

"Then I shall follow the primary order," the dalek yells. "The Dalek instinct to destroy! To conquer!"

"What for," he asks, exasperatedly. "What's the point? Don't you see? It's all gone. Everything you were, everything you stood for!"

"Then what should I do?" The dalek asked, almost begging for an answer.

"All right then. If you want orders... follow this one," the Doctor's tone is cold, and almost frightening. "Kill yourself."

"The Daleks must survive!"

"The Daleks have failed!" He yells and Angel flinches at his tone. "Why don't you finish the job and make the Daleks extinct? Rid the Universe of your filth, why don't you just die?" The Doctor was nearly seething with withheld rage. He was mad at the dalek for taking so many innocent lives. He was mad at Henry Van Statten for torturing a young, innocent Time Child, as he did. He was mad at the dalek for surviving the War. He was just furious.

Angel stared at the strange man before her who had once spoken in the strange, yet familiar tongue that she would. She felt his immense hatred for the dalek on the screen, and it made her stomach twist. His tone was dark and serious, much like the humans when she had been hurt, and it scared her.

She didn't know how to react, she wanted to wrap her arm around his torso to calm him, but didn't want to risk getting struck in retaliation. He looked like he was blinded by anger at this point, and she did not want to be caught in the crossfire. Yet, she didn't know if he would hit her, his tone had been so calming and... And... She didn't know how to describe it, but she felt... Okay when she was with him. How could one person change emotions from okay to... not okay so quickly?

The Dalek's eyes lingered on the camera for a few moments. "You would make a good dalek," it states and the video cuts off.

The Doctor's eyes are fractioned. 'Good dalek'?! What the hell does that mean? He sighed, he did not have the time to contemplate its words.

He turned back to the monitor, and suddenly realizes the panicked, scared waves just erupting from Angel. She is standing behind him, wide-eyed and lost in thought. "Angel...?" He calls, snapping her away from her thoughts. She blinks up at him, and then moves to the side of the room quickly before he could stop her. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it. He wants to find out what was wrong with her, but they've got a bigger problem know. He'd rather insure her safety then help her mentality at the moment.

"Seal the vaults," he orders, and Van Statten begins typing furiously.

He goes over to the other computer and begins typing as well, "I can leech power off the ground defenses," Van Statten informs him. "Feed it to the bulkheads. It's been years since I had to work this fast."

"Are you enjoying this," the Doctor asks him, a bit of anger is heard in his tone.

Before he could answer, Goddard says, "Doctor -- she's still down there."

Rose, he realizes. Rose was still running away from the dalek! He goes to the phone on the desk and dials her number, "Where are you?"

"Level 49," was her answer. She sounded out of breath. She probably had to run up a few flights of stairs.

"You've got to keep moving," he says, putting the phone on his shoulder and works at the same time. "The vault's being sealed off, bulkhead level 46."

"Can't you stop them closing," she asks.

"I'm the one who's closing them," he answers. "I can't wait and I can't help you. Now for God's sake, run."

"Done it," Van Statten says, a few minutes later. "We've got power to the bulkheads."

"The Dalek's right behind them," Goddard informs, nervous from all the drama.

"We're nearly there, give us two seconds," Rose's voice says from the telephone.

"Doctor, I can't sustain the power. The whole system is failing," Van Statten says. "Doctor, you've got to close the bulkheads."

The Doctor look at him, then at the computer. "I'm sorry," He whispers, and clicks the button.

For a few minutes, all you hear is silence. Finally, Van Statten announces, "The vault is sealed."

The Doctor jumps out of his seat, "Rose, where are you? Rose, did you make it?!"

The line is silent for a few moment, "Sorry, I was a bit slow," she finally says. The Doctor's eyes widen and his face floods with horror. "See you then, Doctor," she continues. The Doctor is too stunned to even reply. Her voice trembles as she says, "It wasn't your fault. Remember that, okay? It wasn't your fault. And do you know what?" She chocks up, "I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

"EXTERMINATE!" The dalek screams and the sound of the death ray is fired. The Doctor tears off his ear piece and throws it across the room, narrowly missing Angel, had she not dodged it.

"I killed her," he states blankly. Angel stares at him, confused. She didn't understand why the Doctor was so sad, he didn't kill her, the dalek did.

"I'm sorry," was Van Statten's reply.

"I said I'd protect her," he continues. "She was only here because of me, and you're sorry? I could've killed that Dalek in its cell. But you stopped me."

"It was the prize of my collection," he defends himself.

The Doctor's look of fury stuns Angel, "Your collection? But was it worth it? Worth all those men's deaths? Worth Rose? Worth Angel?!" He pauses, "Let me tell you something, Van Statten. Mankind goes into space to explore. To be part of something greater."

"Exactly! I wanted to touch the stars!" He cries enthusiastically.

"You just want to drag the stars down and stick them underground underneath tons of sand and dirt," he yells. "And label them. You're about as far from the stars as you can get." The Doctor stops, and a sad, grief-stricken look replaces his anger. "And you took her down with you. She was nineteen years old."

For the next few minutes, nobody says anything. Angel sits against the wall, her knees to her chest, and the Doctor's jacket covering over her knees. She is able to fit her whole body in the jacket. The Doctor joins her along the wall. "Are you okay," he asks in Gallifreyian.

"Are you?" She replies, turning the question on him. He sighs, and puts his head back, looking at the ceiling.

"Rose died," he says.

"How do you know?" He rose an eyebrow at her.

"What?"

"How do you know she died," she repeats.

"Because I... Just do. I heard its death ray go off."

"And? The dalek extrapolated the DNA from Rose, right?" He looked at her, but nodded, "Then what if it took more than just her DNA. What if it took her emotions as well?" He is surprised that she is able to say so much in one sitting. She's usually really quiet.

"Either way, she's gone," he scowled, "There's no way for her to be alive."

She didn't say anything for a while. "Why are you scared of me?" He suddenly asks. "I'm a Time Lord too."

She brings her knees closer to her chest, "I do not know what a Time Lord is," she admits. "I remember hearing it, but I do not remember how or where. I do not remember much."

"What happened?"

"When I came here... I woke up and I did not remember anything. I was stripped naked and being prodded with needles and hurt. I did not know who I was or where I was. I did not understand what was happening. They kept yelling at me, but I did not understand their language. I was there for... Fifty years..." She trails off, but clears her throat and continues.

"... After a while, I thought that they just did not know that they were hurting me, so I learned how to say 'stop' in their language. They still hurt me," she looked at the Doctor, her green eyes were is lost in confusion and sadness.

The Doctor didn't know how to respond at first. The girl had been tortured for no reason and didn't even know who or what she was. She had tried to plead with them, but they just kept hurting her. She seemed somewhat hollow, and he wanted to help her.

"I'm going to get us out of here," he assures her, with a grin. "And then I'll tell you all about the Time Lords, and I'll make sure nobody hurts you again."

"You cannot promise that," she says, and his grin falls. "The dalek is going to come either way. You can't help that. But... You are trying," she looks at him, a small, nearly unnoticeable smile on her face. "That-that is good."

He was about to say something else, when the elevator door opens, revealing the disheveled figure of Adam. He jumps up and glares at him, "You were quick on your feet, leaving Rose behind."

"I'm not the one who sealed the vaults," he retorts indigently.

Before be could reply, the screen springs to life showing the dalek holding a living Rose hostage. "Open the bulkhead or Rose Tyler dies!" It said, pointing its death ray at the human girl.

The Doctor runs over to the screen relief and joy glowing on his face, "You're alive!"

"You can't get rid of me," she tearfully laughs.

"I thought you died," he sighed.

"Open the bulkhead!" It screamed in its electronic voice.

The Angel stands up, waking over to the screen, a suspicious frown placed delicately on her face. "Why didn't you kill the human?"

"Open the bulkhead!" It repeated.

"Don't do it!" Rose argued.

"What use are emotions if you will not save the woman you love?" The dalek asked mockingly and the screen goes off.

The Doctor stares at the screen, stunned, love? He-he didn't love Rose. Yeah, she was a great companion and a very beautiful one at that, but he didn't love her. He would never result to such domestic things.

He sighed, now was not the time for him question his love life. "What are we to do?" The Angel asked quietly.

"I killed her once," he stated, going over to the keyboard. "I can't do it again." He presses the return key.

There is a few moments of silence as they let what they had done sink in. Finally, Van Statten began to panic, "What do we do now?" He exclaims, "You bleeding heart, what the hell do we do?"

"Kill it when it gets here!" Adam suggests.

"All the guns are useless," Goddard explains, "And the alien weapons are in the vault."

Adam pauses, a idea sparking in his mind. "... Only the catalogued ones..."

Everyone turns to him questioningly.

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