31 Aug 2014

Before the Dawn (Part 5)

The Slither made its way through the door, splintering some more of the door frame as Maxus, Thor and Peter brandished pieces of wood.

“What do we do?” said Millie, feeling her arms tingling.

“Don’t use your powers, Millie,” said the Doctor, backing her towards the thorny bushes.

“But we can’t fight that thing,” said Millie, beginning to shake.

“Just don’t use your powers. You’ll be lit up like a beacon and the Daleks will be on us in an instant.”

“If you two find a way out through there, let us know, won’t you?” said Maxus.

The Slither was almost on top of them.

“I’m sorry, Brian,” said Thor.

“What?” said Maxus.

“My brother. Brian. Let him down years ago.”

“Oh,” said Maxus. Maxus had been trained to not think during a fight. The purpose of a fight was to win. Any sentimental thoughts were likely to get you killed.

The Slither launched itself at them and just before it landed on top of Maxus, he thought he saw a glimpse of Tylaya out of the corner of his eyes. She looked soaking wet and was smiling at him sadly.

Maxus crashed to the ground as he felt a set of jagged teeth dig into his shoulder.

He screamed in agony, but was aware of Peter and Thor hitting the colossus creature with their bits of wood.

“Get out of here!” yelled Maxus to the Doctor and Millie.

The Doctor grabbed Millie’s hands just before her hands burst into light and dragged her past the Slither and back through the house.

Maxus managed to struggle from underneath the Slither whilst Thor and Peter held it back with their bits of wood. Thor had lit his piece of wood and it was flaming brightly. He waved it in front of the Slither and it cried in pain. Maxus wasn’t sure if it was scared of the heat or scared of the light. He wondered if it was both.

Peter then lit his piece of wood and threw it through the air so it hit the thorny bushes behind the Slither. The bushes caught on fire and the Slither screamed even louder.

“Let’s get out of here!” said Thor as he and Peter helped Maxus to his feet.

They ran through the house, into the front garden, out onto the street and turned right.

Positioned in front of them were four silver Daleks, rain soaked and standing stock still.

“FIRE!” yelled one of the Daleks.

White light engulfed the three men…and then nothing but silence.




The Doctor was out of breath. He and Millie had run from the house and made their way down the street. They had splashed through the rain and puddles and turned onto Victor street before the Doctor stopped, unable to go on any longer.

He was sat on the pavement, his back against a partially crumbled wall. He cursed himself for his frail body. He hadn’t felt this week for many, many centuries. He felt so helpless.

Millie slid down the wall to sit beside him and smiled sadly. “We need to get out of this town.”

“We need to save our friends,” said the Doctor.

“You’re too weak,” said Millie. “If you’re not careful your hearts are going to stop beating again and then where will we be?”

The Doctor shook his head. “I’ve had enough of this. I’ve never been like this before. I’ve accepted what’s happening to me, but this is just…not fair. My friends need my help. I can’t just give up.”

Millie looked at her hands. The power had subsided. She’d learnt how to control them long ago, just like her mother and her grandfather, but right now she wanted to use it. She wanted to stop these Daleks.

“I can get to the saucer and get them out,” said Millie.

“Not on your own you can’t.”

“Doctor,” said Millie, exasperated, “I can’t keep hiding this.”

The Doctor shook his head and closed his eyes. “And you can’t use them.”

“Okay, listen,” said Millie, getting up and looking down at the Doctor. “I can get into the saucer, free your friends, overload their systems and blow the place up before they can even transmit their data about me.”

"I cannot let you go in there and risk your life. It's not just about the Daleks finding you," said the Doctor. He knew he was facing a losing battle now.

Millie sat down beside him again and smiled. "You were protective over Caroline, weren't you?"

"I know these powers almost ruined her life," said the Doctor. "It's a miracle you're even here. Her son, William, was taken from inside of her and left to grow without his mother in a twisted dimension."

She nodded. "I know."

"Then you should also know the lengths that Caroline went to to find the truth about these powers and how much she just wanted to settle down and have a family. Don't go and throw that away now."

Millie stopped smiling. "Look at the world, Doctor. This is a different place to where your Caroline lived. We don't have time to settle down and keep safe. We need to take the fight to the Daleks."

"But I've already told you that in 9 years it'll all be over. The resistance will-"

She held up a finger to him. "Have you ever wondered whether it's the actions that we do today that starts the resistance groups? That spurs the already existing ones into fighting?"

The Doctor frowned. He hadn't thought of that.

"Thor, me and the others have had the radios tuned in night and day and there's nothing. Nothing but Dalek chatter. There are resistance groups out there, but nobody’s doing anything. Yet. What a show of strength it would be if we destroyed that saucer. It'd make the rest of the country - maybe even the world - wake up and see what has to be done."

The Doctor reluctantly nodded. He couldn't disagree with her there. He wanted to help this town, but he didn’t want Millie to be discovered.

"And nine years is nine years. I can't sit around waiting for it to be all over. How many people are we going to lose in those nine years?"

"I can't stop you, can I?"

She shook her head.

"You're just like your great, great, great...Well, you're just like Caroline."

"It's nice to know," she said, smiling with her hands behind her back.

"Okay," said the Doctor. "Let's go and find our friends."

"What about Thor and the others?"

The Doctor looked back the way they had come. Since leaving the house they hadn't seen any sign of them. He wasn't a big fan of Maxus, but he didn't want him to come to any harm and Peter and Thor seemed like nice people.

"They didn't make it, did they?" said Millie sadly.

"Come on," said the Doctor, putting an arm around her and guiding her away.

They made their way down the wide road passing more ruined houses, heading in the direction of the docks. They were both soaked through to their skin, but the rain was starting to ease off.

"So," said the Doctor, "Where are your parents now?"

Millie looked at the Doctor, shook her head, and then looked down.

"I'm sorry," said the Doctor.

"They're together now," said Millie quietly. “They were at a show at the Auditorium when the meteorite hit and…”

She said nothing more. They stayed deathly silent.

After a few minutes walking they heard the sound of marching coming from behind them. The Doctor and Millie quickly dived into the bushes besides an old children's playground and waited.

A few minutes later three Daleks and a number of Robomen emerged, each of the Robomen were carrying the limp bodies of Thor, Maxus, and Peter.

"Are they dead?" whispered Millie, trying her best to remain concealed.

"I don't think so," said the Doctor. "They wouldn't be holding on to dead people. They're most probably stunned."

"And they're going to the saucer?"

"Looks that way to me." He looked behind him across the playing field and spotted another street that led past a supermarket and towards the docks. "We’d better take that alternative route."




A few streets across to the west Sam, Tylaya and Molly stood, mouths comically wide open, at Chloe's revelation. The saucer commander wheeled around her and a Roboman handed her a bag.

"PAYMENT COMPLETE." said the commander.

"Thank you," said Chloe.

"What the hell is going on here?" said Sam.

"I knew it was a mistake," said Molly.

"I'm sorry," said Chloe, looking genuinely guilty. "I had no choice. I needed to get you away, Sam. I tried to tell you when we were alone back at the house, but then they came for us."

"I beg your pardon?"

"About a month ago the Dalek's caught me out scouting for supplies. They were going to take me prisoner and all I could think about was you, Sam.” She looked at the teen girl. “And you, Molly”

Molly rolled her eyes.

“I…”

“You sold us out didn’t you?” said Sam, his eyes dark. “That’s how they found us so easily.”

“They promised me that they’d let me leave with you and Molly if I gave everyone up.”

Tylaya shook her head. “And the Daleks get the rest of them.”

“YOU MAY LEAVE NOW WITH THE MALE AND SMALL FEMALE.”

“No,” said Sam, “we’re not going anywhere. Not with her.”

“Sam, please…” said Chloe, tears in her eyes. “I know what I did was wrong, but I had no choice. I couldn’t bear losing you, not after we became so close.”

“How can I believe anything you say now?”

Tylaya put her hand on Sam’s shoulder and he shrugged her off. “Listen, Sam, no matter how you feel right now, you have to go with her.”

“But why? She’s a liar. She tricked us all.”

“Because you have to think about Molly. You have to get her away from the Daleks and to safety.”

“She’s right,” said Chloe. “There’s a safe house that my grandma used to own over in the Water Hills. It’s near Tinford, just a 20 minute drive from here.”

“Shut up!” said Sam.

“Go, Sam,” said Tylaya.

“But what about you?”

“THE FEMALE COMES WITH US.”

She leaned in close to Sam. “I’ll find a way out. I promise.”

After a few protests from Molly, Sam reluctantly managed to convince his daughter to go with Chloe, but father and daughter and traitor walked a few metres apart from each other.

And then Tylaya found herself being marched towards the saucer again.




The Doctor and Millie arrived at the saucer. It was perched on top of a huge pile of rubble that had probably been a brick warehouse or something. From the underneath of the saucer was a ramp with around six Robomen surrounding it.

The Doctor and Millie were peering around the corner of another old, partially destroyed warehouse, trying to remain undercover.

“Well?” said Millie.

“We can’t just stroll on in.”

“Why not?” said Millie. “It’s exactly where we need to be.”

“Because we’ll end up being caught.”

“Again, does it really matter? We’re not going to get in there without being caught anyway. Once inside I can overload the systems whilst you rescue our friends.”

“All on my own, hmmm?” The Doctor raised his eyebrows.

“Look,” said Millie, becoming frustrated, “why did you even agree to come?”

The Doctor looked down at her. Her hands were starting to glow orange and Millie was shaking. She looked up at the Doctor, fear in her eyes.

“I can control it. I can control it,” she repeated over and over again.

A loud, droning alarm began blurting out from the saucer. A group of Daleks appeared from down the ramp.

“It’s me,” said Millie, looking over at the converging team of Daleks.

“They’ve detected you,” said the Doctor. He turned to Millie. “You need to stop now. The Dalek systems may not be as advanced as those I’ve seen in the future, but they’ll soon process the info and relay it to their command ship.”

“No,” said Millie, regaining her composure but still glowing orange, “I need to lead them away from here.”

“Suicide, Millie,” said the Doctor, shaking his head.

“It’s the only way you’re going to get a chance. I’ll lead them away whilst you get inside. There’ll be minimum Daleks in there if they’re all after me. When you’re clear I’ll lead them back and blow the saucer to pieces.”

“Millie…”

“We need to do this, Doctor, and we need to do this now!”

The Doctor looked up again. The Daleks were almost on top of them. They had no choice. The Doctor gave a sharp nod and Millie bolted out into the street, her hands glowing bright orange and illuminating the dark street around her.

“POWER ANAMOLY DETECTED. PERSUE THE FEMALE.”

The Doctor watched as Millie disappeared around the corner followed by six Daleks and a lumbering group of Robomen.

The Doctor grabbed hold of his cane and made his way to the saucer, staying in the shadows. There was one Dalek on guard and he managed to skirt around it and slip up the ramp as the Dalek searched for the rock he had just thrown to distract it.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before he located him as he made his way up into the interior section of the saucer, searching for the cells.




Maxus opened his eyes and was staring at a metal ceiling above him. He frowned. For a moment it felt nice. It felt relaxing. And then he felt the prickling sensation all over his body. It felt like pins and needles all over.

Then the face of Thor and Peter appeared, looking down at him.

“Are you okay?” said Peter, looking concerned.

“You kidding me?” said Maxus, sitting up. “I’ve been in worse scrapes than this. I got shot the other week.”

“I guess all that commotion with the Slither got some attention.”

“We’re in one of their cells. I saw them bring your friend, Tylaya, in as well. She’s somewhere close by.”

“Jesus,” said Maxus. “Any sign of the others?”

“No,” said Peter. “Tylaya looked a bit battered up. No sign of Sam, Molly and Chloe.”

“I hope they’re okay,” said Thor worriedly.

“Millie and the Doctor must have gotten away before the Daleks arrived.”

Thor scratched at the pins and needles in his arms. “There was an alarm a few minutes ago and most of the Daleks began to scramble.”

Maxus crossed over to the cell bars. All was quiet outside until they heard footsteps.

Maxus almost cheered when he saw the familiar face of the Doctor appear on the other side of the bars.

“Knock, knock,” smiled the Doctor.




Millie was getting lost and she knew she had to make her way back She’d turned down a number of back alleys and down a few main streets with old warehouses towering over her, but she had completely lost her way.

She finally found her way out until she reached the edge of the marina, the dark deep water down below. Her hands were still glowing brightly as the Daleks turned the corner and confronted her.

She moved back so she was right on the edge. She had no where left to run.

“DO NOT MOVE. YOU ARE OUR PRISONER,” said the Dalek, it’s voice sounding ever so slightly nervous.

“Come and get me,” said Millie.

She turned and launched herself off the edge and down towards the water. As she fell she heard the words, “EXTERMINATE” from behind her and then she hit the surface of the water below.

As she sank towards the bottom her whole body began to glow a bright orange and, with her eyes closed, she slowly began to draw the power closer to the centre of her body. Then, with a throw of her arms, she released the power.

Up above the Daleks watched as the whole of the marina lit up bright orange and tendrils of electrified water whipped up and struck the Daleks causing them to explode into a thousand pieces, chunks of burning metal and alien flesh raining down and dropping into the water.

Then all was quiet.

And Millie burst from the water, catching her breath. The power had died down and she smiled at the carnage she had caused. It had worked. Now she just had to save the rest of her friends and blow up the saucer.

As she clambered out of the cold water she smiled to herself. She stopped and looked up at the clouds.

“Hope you’re proud of me,” she said to her long-gone parents.




Sam, Chloe and Molly sat in the car, Sam’s hand on the steering wheel. He sighed and looked at Chloe. An hour ago he was in love with this woman. They had been through so much together. He had felt guilty about his wife, but he and Chloe had connected in a way he never thought possible.

Now he just felt sick to his stomach at her betrayal.

“I’m sorry,” she said to him.

Sam nodded. “I know you’re sorry.” He stopped the car. “Now get out.”

“What?”

“You put our friends in danger just so you could have me all to yourself.” He pressed a button and the door opened. “My daughter and I can do without you.”

“But, Sam, I love you.”

“You don’t love me,” said Sam. “And one day I might find someone who really does love me, but right now all I care about is getting my daughter out of this nightmare. So get out.”

“Sam.”

“Do as my Dad says!” shouted Molly.

Chloe looked at the both of them. She’d never seen Sam so emotionless. With a tear forming in the corner of her eye she quickly get out of the car. The door shut behind her and, with a last look at her, Sam put his foot down and the car drove away.

Sam watched Chloe in the rear view mirror. She looked pathetic standing there in the rain, but he knew he had done the right thing.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” said Molly.

“What for?”

“For what she did to you.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. One day this will all be over and we can get on with our lives.”




Millie was almost back at the saucer when the alarm went off again. She instinctively looked at her hands. It can’t have been her. And then she saw it - the Doctor leading Thor, Maxus, Tylaya and Peter down the ramp of the saucer.

The Doctor glanced across to her as a blast from a Dalek ray from back up in the saucer just missed them.

She ducked behind a pile of rubble and waited until they were clear as a couple of Daleks rolled down the ramp and pursued them.

Now she was there and ready to get into the saucer, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was going to do. And then she remembered what her parents had shown her. She had caused a lot of damage to the Daleks back at the marina. All she had to do was replicate that. She had to make herself invincible.

She closed her eyes and lit up her hands. She then began walking across the rubble towards the saucer.

“HALT!” shouted one of the Daleks as it broke away from the other one that continued to follow the Doctor’s party.

“Stop me,” said Millie, feeling the power coarse through her entire body.

“YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!”

The Dalek shot at her, but the power simply absorbed the shock.

She turned and saw the other Dalek break off it’s pursuit of the Doctor and join its comrade.

Both Daleks continued to shoot at her as she made her way to the ramp and into the interior of the saucer. She knew she had mere minutes before the Daleks called reinforcements, and then her secret would be out. She had promised the Doctor that wouldn’t happen.

She reached a lift that took her up another level where she found a hatchway that led into a small crawl space. She wondered how the Daleks operated it, but this was where the engines were located. She made her way into the crawl space and headed towards the engines, her body glowing bright orange.




The Doctor and his friends had made their way from the docks area and sheltered behind an old bus. They all dropped to the floor and caught their breath.

“What are we waiting for?” said Peter. “We need to get as far away as possible.”

“What was that thing walking towards the saucer?” said Tylaya.

“That was Millie,” said the Doctor, pride in his voice. “She’s going to destroy the saucer.”

“How?” said Maxus, frowning.

As if to answer Maxus’s question there was a huge explosion near the docks that sent a shockwave through the streets, almost bringing a building down on top of them.

Bits of the saucer flew through the air and the flames rose high into the night sky.

They all watched in silence.

But Millie didn’t appear.




It had been several hours and the sun was now up. Another saucer had arrived to survey the damage, but everybody had remained safe in Thor’s warehouse.

Peter walked into the main area with an old radio, a big grin on his face. “The rest of the country have heard what Millie did.”

“They’re starting to fight back?” said the Doctor.

“Yes,” said Peter, “so hopefully Millie’s sacrifice wasn’t for nothing.”

“It’s going to be a long, hard slog,” said the Doctor. “Just be prepared for anything.”

“I don’t understand though,” said Thor who sat on the camp bed, a confused look on his face, “Millie was supposed to come back.”

The Doctor knelt down beside Thor and touched his arm. “Millie had powers that she could control, but maybe the only way to destroy the saucer was to let those powers take over her. Maybe it was the only way.”

“But what was the point?” said Thor. “Another saucer is here. We’re never going to beat them. They’ll always keep coming back.”

Peter sat down on the bed next to him. “Listen to what I said, Thor. The rest of the country is fighting back. This is the start of the rest of your lives.”

“But they will just keep coming,” repeated Thor.

“But you’ll get there. You’ve got to have faith.”

“Faith?” came a familiar, female voice. “Yeah, you’ve got to have faith.”

They all turned as Millie walked into the room, a little battered and bruised but with a huge smile on her face.

“Millie!” said the Doctor, running over to her and hugging her.

Thor was speechless. He leapt up from the camp bed, pushed the Doctor out of the way and grabbed her tightly.

“Steady on,” said Millie, laughing.

“How?” said Thor. “We saw the saucer blow up.”

“I made it out before the saucer blew, but the blast blew me across the rubble and I knocked myself out. Didn’t come around until I heard that second saucer flying in.”

Tylaya smiled. “It’s nice to know we sometimes get happy endings.”

Maxus glanced over at her, but he didn’t meet her gaze.

“Well,” said the Doctor, “I must return to the department score. I’ve still got my equipment to fix.”

“But you’re coming back, aren’t you?” asked Peter hopefully. “After what Chloe did, and losing Sam and Molly…”

“Sam and Molly are safe,” said Tylaya. “They’ll be better off in the countryside away from all of this.”

Peter shook his head. “I still can’t believe Chloe. After everything we did for her. After I took her under my wing.”

“It happens I’m afraid,” said the Doctor. “You just have to be wary.”




Across the other side of town Chloe sat in a doorway, covered over by a cardboard box. She looked up at the sun peeking through the remaining clouds and started thinking back to everything she had lost. She shouldn’t have done it. She should have stayed loyal to the group, but she couldn’t help the way she had felt about Sam. She still loved him and she missed him.

She heard the sound of an engine moving down the street and she tried to hide in the doorway as best she could.

And then the car pulled up, the door opened and Sam stuck his head out.

“Sam?” said Chloe, not quite understanding why he was back.

He looked at her. “I don’t think I will ever be able to forget what you did,” said Sam, “but I can forgive. We all do things we regret in desperate times.”

Molly peered over Sam’s shoulder, looking moodier than ever.

“Molly and I have agreed that you don’t deserve this. So you’re welcome to come with us.”

“We all have to stick together,” said Molly.

The back passenger door opened and Chloe slowly got to her feet. “How can you ever forgive me though?”

“I’ll find a way.”

Chloe gave a little smile and then gratefully got into the car and Sam, Molly and Chloe drove off to find a new life in the countryside, away from the threat of the Daleks.




The Doctor, Tylaya and Maxus stood beside the TARDIS, the Doctor had just emerged from the box after fitting the machine.

“Everything okay?” said Maxus.

“Oh, yes. Running smoothly now,” he smiled.

Thor, Peter and Millie stood opposite them.

“You really travel in this?” said Thor.

“Yes,” said the Doctor, “but you must never tell anyone. If the Daleks ever got their hands on this then we’d all be doomed.”

“Can I come with you?” said Millie.

The Doctor crossed over to her and put his hands on her shoulders, looking down at her with sad eyes. “I’m sorry, Millie, but I can’t take you with me.”

“But why-”

“You know why,” said the Doctor. “I’m on the last stretch now. There’d be no point.”

“But-”

He put a finger to her lips. “One day you’ll look back on this as an experience, and if you’re ever in London in nine years time, make sure you keep your eyes out for an old man with white hair.”

“I’ll say hi,” she smiled.

The Doctor looked shocked. “Actually, no. That might blow a hole in the space/time continuum.”

“Okay,” she still looked sad.

Thor put his arm around her. “Come on, Millie, we’ve got a resistance to run.”

“Not with your powers though,” said the Doctor sternly.

“No,” said Millie. “I’ll keep them under wraps from now on.”

Tylaya and Maxus said their goodbyes and went into the TARDIS. The Doctor surveyed the trio stood before him. “You’re the future,” said the Doctor with a smile. He turned to Peter. “Your wife would be proud.”

Peter smiled and the two men shook his hand.

Then the Doctor turned, gave one last look at Millie, and closed he door.




Inside the TARDIS Maxus and Tylaya were sat on the sofa.

“You okay, Doctor?” said Tylaya.

“Yes,” he said. But he was lying. Under normal circumstances he might have taken Millie with him, but these weren’t normal circumstances, and for the first time in a long time, he realised he still wanted to live.




EPILOGUE




It was a year later and Millie had just celebrated her 18th birthday, sat in the warehouse with a box of stale cupcakes with only Thor, Peter and the rest of the resistance to celebrate with her.

She was just about to put out her candle and turn in for the night when the candle suddenly started to quiver slightly.

And then she heard it. A sound at the edge of her hearing. A familiar sound she had heard a year ago. The sound of hope.

The sound of the TARDIS!

But it wasn’t a blue box that materialised in front of her. Instead it was an old, battered filing cabinet.

She frowned.

The set of four drawers opened as a single door and a man in a black suit with long, black hair and a thick beard appeared.

“Who are you?” asked Millie.

The man smiled. “I’m a friend of the Doctors.” He put his hands in his pockets and surveyed the gloomy looking warehouse. “You’re names Millie Fieldgate-Parker, right?”

“That’s right,” nodded Millie, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.

“Good,” said the man. “My name’s the Master, and I need your help.”

“In what way?”

“To help save the Doctor.”

Millie looked hopeful.

The Master simply grinned.


Next time: We find out what the Doctor, Tylaya and Maxus were up to before this story in "The Trees of Cologne".

Please not that, thankfully, I have gotten my PC back in working order. "The Trees of Cologne" was written before "Before the Dawn", but I had to press on with the series. Over the next 4 weeks I will be publishing the parts of that story, however to avoid confusion the story order will be reshuffled on the Story Index page. Just remember that "Cologne" comes before "Dawn".

24 Aug 2014

Before the Dawn (Part 4)

It was getting dark and Molly had gone to bed. Now Tylaya found herself sat in an uncomfortable silence with Sam and Chloe. They had found a tin of sweet corn, heated it up in the back garden on a small fire they had constructed and were now finishing off the last of it.

Tylaya looked at Sam and Chloe. She could tell they had been waiting a long time to be together without being surrounded by anyone else for quite some time.

“Well,” she said, “I think I might hit the hay too.”

“Goodnight,” said Sam.

“Thank you,” said Chloe.

Tylaya smiled at them and made her way upstairs. She passed the front bedroom and noticed Molly was awake and looking at her.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” said Tylaya.

“I can’t sleep,” said Molly.

“I know,” said Tylaya, crossing to the tatty curtains and glancing outside down the darkened street.

“It’s not the Daleks,” said Molly. “They don’t frighten me. They’re just as scared as the Humans. It’s just they’re the ones with the bigger weapons and the bad attitude.”

Tylaya smiled at her. The kid certainly had some guts. “So why can’t you sleep then?”

“It’s my Dad and Chloe.”

“Ah,” said Tylaya.

“My mum died last year. I haven’t forgotten about her.”

“And you’re worried that because Chloe and your Dad have gotten close that he’s forgotten about her?”

Molly nodded.

Tylaya sighed. “I don’t know you or your dad or Chloe, but I don’t think he’s forgotten your mum, sweetheart.”

“Then why is he interested in Chloe?”

She sat down on the mattress next to Molly and smiled at her. “What has happened to this planet is a terrible, terrible thing. Your mum, by the sounds of it, was one of the first people to be hurt by it. You’ve all survived for a whole year hiding from Daleks and making sure you don’t catch this plague.”

Molly nodded. “It’s been tough.”

“Disasters like this bring people closer together. I remember how I met Quinn. My boyfriend had died and I had transferred to a ship called he Fearless. It was too much for me to stay on the station we had lived together. Quinn and I never spoke to each other. Never even noticed each other. Then we were thrown together one day when we space jumped down to this planet to retrieve some lost science equipment. I broke my leg and we got stranded in the jungle. We were stuck there for three weeks before the Fearless found us. In that time we grew close to each other. We both thought we were going to die and that fear brought us closer together.”

Molly frowned. “Didn’t you love your old boyfriend anymore?”

Tylaya blew air out of her cheeks. “I did, but the disaster had brought me and Maxus closer together. I didn’t feel good about it, but I knew how I felt.”

Molly nodded.

“Your Dad still loves your Mum, but your Mum would want you both to move on.”

Molly smiled. “I’ll try to understand.”

Tylaya patted her leg and got up. “Goodnight, Molly.”

“Night, night Ty.”

And as Tylaya walked out of the room, the front wall exploded.




The Doctor was speechless and he just sat there smiling.

Millie grinned back at him and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “It’s hardly believable, is it?”

“You need to give me more information,” said the Doctor. “To find one of Caroline’s descendents…”

“Well my parents told me that they all lived quite happily in Thornsby, integrated into society and kept quiet about their powers. Caroline finally settled on the name Fieldgate-Parker and William - her son - had a child and so on and so on.”

“Poor Caroline,” said the Doctor, shaking his head and laughing, “she never knew which name to take. Parker, Farrington, Fieldgate…”

“My Mum was fascinated with our family history and gave her name as my middle name.”

The Doctor smiled. “So you know how to control your powers?”

“Yeah,” said Millie. “All the kids learnt off their parents and it was just passed down. I’d say we’re all over the country now. My twin sister moved away. She hated having the powers, but I was as fascinated as my Mum.”

“Well this day is just full of surprises,” said the Doctor. He then looked very serious. “You must not let the Daleks know that you have this power.”

“I’m not bloody daft you know,” laughed Millie, whacking him on the arm.

“And how did you know who I was?”

“The man with two hearts. Caroline wrote books about Professor Time who had two hearts. I read up all about what she got up to with you and I guess I just put two and two together when I realised you had a double heartbeat.”

“So you’re a nurse?”

“Medical student actually. Well, I was. I guess I’m not now. Just a field medic I suppose. I had just started college when the attacks happened.”

“Millie,” said the Doctor, leaning in, “you know that I’m from another time, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“Don’t lose hope. I can’t say much, but this planet will lift itself out of the ashes again.”

“How long? How long do we have to wait?”

The Doctor dithered. He shouldn’t really say anything, but Millie was different. Millie was descended from the Ancestors. She was special. He straightened himself up. “Nine years.”

She closed her eyes. “Nine more years of this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You could help us to stop it now.”

“I can’t. My past is responsible for helping to stop this nine years from now. I can’t fiddle about with time that much.”

“I know.” Millie sighed. “Well I’ll be 27 by the time all of this is over with.”

There was a knock on the door and Peter bustled in looking worried. “Sorry to butt in, you two, but one of Thor’s lookouts has just spotted an explosion towards Wheelton Street.”




It was dark now and Thor was finding it difficult to navigate in the pitch darkness. There were no street lights and the cloudy sky blocked out any star and moonlight that might have aided them. He knew these streets like the back of his hand, but the destruction of a lot of them by the Daleks had decimated many of the old streets leaving nothing but rubble and confusion.

Thor led the part that comprised of Peter, the Doctor, Maxus and Millie. He had opted to take only those four because it was more dangerous at night. At night “things” crawled the streets. He couldn’t risk getting any more people killed.

They finally located Wellington street and the turn off to Wheelton street. When they finally got to the block in question around five houses were all burning, totally engulfed in flames, including 436.

“Is there any sign of life?” shouted the Doctor.

Maxus went running on ahead. “Tylaya! TYLAYA!”

“Keep it down you crazy idiot!” shouted Thor. “Do you want them to find us?”

But Maxus didn’t listen. He kept running until he reached the gate of 436. He was going to run inside, but the heat was too much for him to even get close.

“They torched the place,” said Thor, finally catching up with Maxus. “Standard Dalek practice. Locate your prey and then torch what’s left.”

“Do you think they’re still alive?” said Millie.

“Yes,” said the Doctor. “They have to be.”

“If they are they’ll be at the saucer,” said Thor. “And we’re not going there,” he added, reading the Doctors mind.

“You’re the resistance, aren’t you?” said the Doctor.

“Yes,” said Thor.

“Then why don’t you do yourself a favour and get resisting.”

“I can’t launch an all out assault on a Dalek saucer.”

“It’d be suicide, Doctor, just like a said before,” said Peter.

The Doctor leaned against the wall of 436 and sighed. “Okay, I can’t ask you all to risk your lives, but all I can do is ask for volunteers. Our friends could be in there. We need to at least try.”

“I’m with you,” said Maxus.

“Me too,” said Millie.

Thor sighed. “What about you, Peter?”

Peter shook his head. “I spent a lot of time building up our little group of survivors. I’m not about to throw it all away now.”

The Doctor nodded. “I understand, Peter.”

“Well,” said Thor, “I guess I can’t let my only field medic go off to battle without her leader at her side.”

Millie smiled shyly

“So I guess I’m gonna have to go with you.”

“Thank you,” smiled the Doctor. “We need to get back to the factory and draw up a plan of attack.”

They were about to turn and leave when there came a sound that made them all jump out of their skin. It was the sound some great, unearthly creature. And it was closing in on them.




Tylaya, Chloe, Sam and Molly were escorted along the street faster than they really could move. Tylaya had been injured by the blast and, thankfully, most of the rubble from around the window had missed Molly giving her only minor bruising. Tylaya on the other hand had burnt her arm and dislocated her shoulder. This weaker body was not used to all the knocks and bruises. When she had been in her old body she had suffered fractured ribs, concussion, broken bones…but she had at least been fit. She had been well toned and ready for those situations. Alice’s body just…well, wasn’t.

She hobbled alongside Molly who still managed to look stern despite their perilous situation with the Daleks.

It had started raining now and Tylaya could feel the water running down her back. She looked at Sam and Chloe who both had their arms around each other and she smiled. Surely it couldn’t all end here for them?

She wondered why the Daleks were keeping them alive, then she guessed that it could possibly be because they were fit and healthy. They hadn’t died from the plague after all. The Daleks had mentioned that when they were originally captured at the department store. They would make perfect Robomen.

“HALT!” said the lead Dalek as it scrapped to a stop on the pavement.

“Why are we stopping?” said Chloe.

“SILENCE,” said the Dalek.

“Just tell me why we’re stopping,” said Chloe.

“Easy, Chloe,” said Sam, squeezing her arm.

“No, Sam. I didn’t spend the last year fighting to save our lives just so these dustbins can take us prisoner.”

“YOU WILL BE SILENT.”

“She’s right though,” said Tylaya. “If you’re going to do anything to us then we deserve to know why.”

“HUMAN ARE CATTLE,” said the Dalek, swivelling its eyestalk towards each one of them. “YOU ARE FIT FOR ONLY A NUMBER OF PURPOSES.”

“Which are?” said Sam.

“YOU ARE TO BE TRANSPORTED TO ONE OF THE MINES N THE SOUTH OF YOUR COUNTRY WHERE YOU WILL ASSIST US IN OUR OPERATION.”

“Operation?”

“THE NATURE OF OUR OPERATION IS NOT FOR YOUR ATTENTION.”

“Figures,” said Tylaya.

“Look,” said Sam, moving away from Chloe, “can you just let the women go?”

“Sam,” said Tylaya, “I can fight for myself.”

Sam turned to Tylaya. “I know, but I’ve got to try.”

“ALL OF YOU HAVE SURVIVED THE PLAGUE. YOU ARE THE STRONGEST OF YOUR SPECIES. NONE OF YOU WILL BE RELEASED.”

“Thank you,” said Sam. “Thank you for understanding.”

“Sam,” said Chloe, “they don’t understand. They will never understand.” She looked over her shoulder nervously and then back to the Dalek.

“So why have we stopped?” said Tylaya.

“WE ARE WAITING.”

“For what?” said Sam.

“FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS.”

Chloe swallowed. She looked nervous.




“RUN!” yelled Thor.

“No!” said the Doctor. “I know what this thing is. You can’t outrun it.”

“And we can’t stay here either,” said Thor.

“The Doctors right,” said Millie, “we need to find shelter.”

The thing growled again. It was down the street and around the corner and it had their scent.

“Let’s just bust into one of the houses,” said Maxus.

“That one,” said Peter, pointing towards an old wooden front door across the street.

“I don’t know about this,” said Thor as they dashed across the road.

“On three,” said Maxus to Thor as they positioned themselves in front of the door. “One. Two. THREE!” They booted the door down and then piled inside, slamming the broken door behind them just as the dark shadow moved into the street.

They made their way to the front room and the Doctor opened a crack in the curtains, peering out. What emerged from the shadows was like something from a nightmare. It was green and shapeless with what resembled some form of tentacles to help it move.

There didn’t appear to be any defined face, but it made strange breathing sounds and an electronic-sounding roar.

“What is it?” said Millie, wrinkling her nose at the thing.

“It’s the Slither,” said the Doctor. “My friend met it, for want of a better word, sometime in the…well, sometime.”

At the end of the occupation Ian Chesterton, his old companion, had come face to face with the Slither and barely escaped with his life.

“I assumed there was only one. Unless this is the same one, then it looks like the Black Dalek has at least two wandering around.”

“There’s a Black Dalek?” said Peter.

“Yes,” said the Doctor, a dark look playing across his face. “And probably many other colours as well, all as dangerous as each other.”

The Slither was now moving away and it was almost around the corner when it stopped. What the Doctor and the others assumed was its head lifted up and sniffed at the sky. It then turned around, and with a great roar lumbered back towards the house.

“The back of the house!” said the Doctor. “Quickly!”

The group ran through the front room and into the kitchen. Thor and Maxus kicked the back door down and they all ran into the overgrown back garden. There was no way through the thorns and bushes. They were trapped.

They could hear the Slither in the house, sliding its way across the carpet.

“So,” said Maxus, gabbing a piece of the shattered doors wood, “what do we do now?”

“We stand and fight,” said Thor.

“Doctor?” said Millie, looking between him and the older looking Peter White.

“We have no choice,” said the Doctor, gripping his walking stick. “Good luck everybody.”




Tylaya and her group were still standing in the rain. By now it was a downpour and Tylaya felt her clothes sticking to her. She sighed and brushed the hair out of her face. Her eyes were stinging with the remnants of the shampoo that she had used this morning, it becoming reactivated again in the rain.

“This is getting stupid,” said Molly, growing impatient.

“Just wait,” said Chloe. “We’re fine.”

Tylaya shook her head. She thought about making a break for it, but by now she didn’t think they’d even make it as far as the other side of the road.

Massive rain drops bounced off the Dalek’s dome until finally it’s eyestalk twitched and it’s dome turned to face an alleyway, followed by the rest of it’s body.

Chloe tensed up as three more Daleks appeared, the lead one being a silver and black design; the saucer commander.

“WHERE IS THE REST OF THE GROUP?” said the saucer commander, it’s voice a little higher than the other Dalek.

“SOME HAVE ESCAPED, BUT WE WILL TRACK THEM DOWN. THEY ARE IN THE VACINITY TO THE EAST.”

“EXCELENT,” said the commander. It turned to face each of the group. “WHICH ONE IS THE ONE CALLED CHLOE?”

Tylaya frowned.

“I am,” said Chloe, stepping in front of the commander.

“THE DALEKS ARE THANKFUL FOR YOUR EFFORTS AT DELIVERING US TO YOUR ASSOCIATES.”

“What?” said Molly.

The truth slowly dawned on Tylaya.

“What’s going on, Chloe?” said Sam.

Chloe turned to the rest of them, a blank look on her face. “Sorry, guys. I’ve been working with the Daleks.”


Next time: Millie vs. the Daleks. Coming Sunday 31st August 2014.

17 Aug 2014

Before the Dawn (Part 3)

The last thing Peter remembered was the huge flash of light to his left side and the sensation of being thrown across the floor. And then the whole world went black.

When he woke up he was lying in the middle of a huddle of his people. There was Chloe and Molly and Sam and around six others. Also there was the strangers who he had taken in. The tanned-skinned woman, Edith, was lying on the other side of the room in a pool of blood.

“What…What happened?” asked Peter, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.

“There was an explosion,” said the Doctor glumly.

“What? From what Where’s everyone else?”

The Doctor nodded towards the far corner. In a pile was the rest of the survivors. They were dead.

And then Peter realised why. Surrounding the group of them were six Daleks and six Robomen. They had executed them and left the others alive.

“How?”

“How do you think?” said the Doctor. “You spent too long in one place.”

One of the Daleks pushed forward. “WE HAVE BEEN TRACKING YOU FOR THE LAST FEW WEEKS.”

“They knew you were here,” said Tylaya.

“You gave us away,” said Chloe.

“Don’t be stupid,” said Maxus, “we just got here.”

“WE WERE AWARE OF SURVIVORS IN THE AREA. ALL SURVIVORS WILL BE TAKEN TO THE SAUCER TO BE CONVERTED INTO ROBOMEN.”

“But you killed those poor people,” said Sam.

“THEY HAD CONTRACTED OUR PLAGUE. THEIR SYMPTOMS WERE YET TO DEVELOP. THEY WERE USELESS TO US.”

Peter felt sick. They had the plague and none of them realised it.

“YOU WILL COME WITH US.”

“No,” said Peter. “I don’t think so.”

“THERE IS NO NEGOTIATION,” said the Dalek.

The Robomen brandished their whips and the remaining group were ordered to their feet and herded through the massive, gaping hole in the wall. The streets were lined with Robomen and Daleks and nobody dare move.

“We can’t go out like this,” said Peter.

“No,” said the Doctor, looking back towards the shop. He’d gotten partway through fixing the time drive, but when the explosion had happened he’d thrown it into a corner, hidden away from the Daleks. Now he was being escorted away from everything. Whatever happened to these people happened, but he had gotten Ty and Maxus into this situation. He had to get them out.

“What do we do, Doctor?” said Peter.

“That’s entirely up to you. I can’t force you to do anything, but you can guarantee that the Daleks will follow out their plan. They won‘t have compassion and they won’t listen to reason.”

“Then we have to get away,” said Sam.

Peter turned to Chloe. “You need to get Sam and Molly away. I can’t let this happen to them. Or you.”

“But Peter-”

“Don’t worry,” said the Doctor, “take Tylaya with you. Me, Maxus, Peter and the others will find another way. We can distract the Daleks whilst you escape.”

Tylaya had heard the plan and leaned in. “I don’t like this.”

“It’s the only way,” sad the Doctor.

“Why only us? What’s the point?”

“We split into two,” said Peter, “and that might give us the distraction we need for the rest of us to escape.”

“Where do we meet up?” said Chloe, feeling the situation running away from her.

The Doctor thought. He didn’t really know any specific places in the town. And then he remembered. “436 Wheelton Street. It’s towards the East of the town.”

“I know it,” said Chloe. “The area’s mostly deserted now.”

Tylaya shook her head, but she was mostly in agreement. Staying in a big group wouldn’t help them. No matter how many of them there were, it’d still not be enough to fight against the Daleks.

Tylaya managed to pass the word on to the others in hushed tones as they turned the corner to walk past the local hover port. The Doctor remembered this being where the old bus station was. For a moment he got nostalgic to his days with Danny and Caroline, having a quiet drink in the Barge, but he knew he couldn’t let himself get distracted.

Before he knew it Tylaya, Sam, Chloe and Molly had broken away, sprinting in the opposite direction.

“HALT!” yelled one of the Daleks. It fired and hit the road just behind where the escapees were running sending chunks of shattered concrete flying into the air, but they had escaped the blast and were already a third of the way down Victoria street.

“PERSUE!” screamed one of the Daleks. “PERSUE AND EXTERMINATE!”

The Doctor smiled as three Daleks and five, slow Robomen wandered off down the street. Ty and the others would be too quick for them and they’d escape as long as they didn’t run into any more Daleks.

“Now what?” said Maxus, also anxious to make his escape.

“We bide our time,” said the Doctor, as they began to be marched away again. He turned to Peter. “Do you know where the saucer is?”

“Somewhere near the docks,” said Peter as they turned the corner and began to be marched down a road that led past some big warehouse shops towards the area formerly known as the Central Market. It had landed there during the first few months. He had spotted it through his binoculars. “What’s in Wheelton street then?”

The Doctor smiled. “Nothing anymore, but a friend of mine had a flat there a long, long time ago. It was the first place that popped into my head.”

“Let’s hope they make it,” said Maxus.

“They will,” smiled the Doctor.




Tylaya, Chloe, Sam and Molly turned the corner into Wheelton street, saw the coast was clear and collapsed to the ground in a exhausted heap. Tylaya sat on the floor with her back to a wall and wiped the sweat from her brow. It wasn’t exactly warm, but she found Alice’s body to be less athletically fit than her own body. The droplets of fine rain cooled her face down.

“We need to find this house,” said Chloe, getting back up and catching her breath.

“Give us a minute.”

“No, Molly,” said Chloe. “The Daleks might be right behind us.”

“They’re not that fast,” said the teenager.

“No,” said Tylaya, “but if I know the Daleks they’ll have radioed for reinforcements. They could appear from around the other corner any minute.”

“If you know the Daleks?” said Sam. “Have you met them before?”

“Not exactly,” said Tylaya, trying not to dig herself into a big time travel hole, “but I’ve heard of them.”

“Where from?” said Sam.

Tylaya didn’t know what to say, but she was saved by Chloe.

“They’ve been here before. Quite a few times actually. Not on this scale, but they’ve always been sighted on Earth.”

Tylaya nodded, remembering the history books detailing the attacks during the early 21st century.

“I guess I should have paid more attention to history at school,” laughed Sam.

“And you used to have a go at me!” said Molly.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” smiled Sam.

“SEEK. LOCATE!,” came a Dalek voice in the distance.

“Quick!” said Tylaya. “Let’s get out of the open.”

They continued down the street, checking the numbers, when they finally found the house they needed. Thankfully the door was ajar and Chloe pushed it open. She drew a knife from the waistband of her jeans and edged into the hallway of the house.

She gently opened the doorway leading to the living room on her right and then ran through to the backroom and the kitchen.

She came back through to the hallway. “Downstairs is clear,” she said.

The rest of them piled inside and Tylaya closed the door behind her just as the blurred shapes of the two Daleks and the Robomen could be seen through the frosted glass.

“We made it,” smiled Molly.

“I’ll check upstairs,” said Chloe, making her way up the staircase.

“Let’s hope there’s some food left here,” said Sam.

“What happened to the owners?” said Tylaya.

“What happened to everyone should be the question, Tylaya. A lot of them died,” said Sam. “Some were captured by the Daleks and others formed groups and sheltered elsewhere. Some people are probably still holed up in some of these houses.”

“Upstairs is clear,” said Chloe. “There’s a few mattresses up there as well, so at least we can get some sleep.”

Sam smiled as she came down the stairs and Chloe gave him a very fleeting grin.

There was something between those two, thought Tylaya.

“What do we do now?” asked Molly.

“We rest,” said Chloe, “and then we wait for Peter and the others to get here. Let’s hope they have just as good luck as we did.”




The Doctor and his team were marched for another twenty minutes until they reached the edge of the docks. Most of the buildings were just ruin, but sat on top of the rubble with a ramp extending downwards was a large, silver saucer, it’s perimeter flanked by Daleks and Robomen.

“There she is,” said Peter. He voice was almost filled with wonder.

The Doctor nodded. He recognised the design. He had seen it so many times in his past.

“Look, Doc,” said Maxus, “if we’re gonna make a break for it then we should do it now.”

“Not yet,” said the Doctor.

“Why ever not?” said Peter. “Any closer to that thing and we’re going have a difficult time getting clear.”

Peter was right, of course, and the Doctor was just letting sentiment cloud his judgement. Ever since he had landed back in Thornsby he’d had this strange notion at the back of his head to keep the town safe. He felt like he owed it. He’d helped the town before against the Apparites, and now this disaster had befallen it, he felt like he had to put it right. Of course it would be another nine years before the occupation of Earth ended, so any impact he made on this squad of Daleks would be more or less pointless.

“Well?” said Maxus, itching to get away.

The Doctor sighed. “I want to put that saucer out of action.”

“What? You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“Doctor,” said Peter, “I don’t want the Daleks here either, but trying to take out a whole saucer is suicide.”

The Doctor bit the side of his mouth. He didn’t have long left for this world. He needed to help Thornsby one last time. “Then you two go,” he said. “Let me do this.”

“Don’t be crazy,” said Maxus, “you don’t stand a chance.”

“Maxus, this town means a lot to me. All my friends here have gone, but I want to try and save it one last time.”

“SILENCE!” barked a Dalek. “MOVEMENT DETECTED IN NEARBY ALLEYWAYS.”

The Daleks had become twitchy, their eyestalks looking up and down, their domes swilling from side to side.

“ROBOMEN, INVESTIGATE SURROUNDING AREAS. EXTERMINATE ANY HOSTILES.”

The Robomen began to move out, fanning out from the street and heading down the narrow streets and alleyways on the right side of the street that led to the train line that cut through the town and curved around the follow the line of the docks.

“What’s happening?” said Peter, looking around him.

“SILENCE,” said the Dalek again.

Everything went quiet, when suddenly there came a almighty roar of voices from the alleyways the Robomen had gone down. A group of about twenty men and women piled out of the alleyways and launched themselves at the group of Daleks surrounding the Doctor’s party. Each bore a different weapon. One had a club, another a metal pipe.

“ALERT! ALERT! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK. REINFORCEMENTS REQUESTED!”

In the distance there was a whirring sound from the saucer and laser blasts began firing from the underneath of the saucer on their position.

“Run!” said the lead attacker, a man with long blonde hair tied into a ponytail.

The Doctor and his team didn’t need to be told twice. They broke away and ran down the alleyways the fighters had come from, avoiding dead Robomen bodies and rubbish.

They seemed to be running for a long, long time and the Doctor was out of breath, having to stop to rest on his stick.

“Keep going,” said a young girl with dark hair, grabbing the Doctor and helping him along.

The Doctor could feel his hearts beating erratically and he was finding it hard to keep up, the girl was now literally dragging him along.

They climbed the steps that led to a old, iron bridge that crossed the railway and then they went down the other side, passing more houses.

“Where are we going?” he heard Peter’s voice in the distance.

“A safe place,” came the voice of the man in the ponytail.

The Doctor couldn’t go on. His hearts were beating too irregularly. He found himself slipping away. Was this the end…?




The Doctor opened his eyes. He was in a cave and it was dark. He could the dripping of water from up above and a drop of water splash on his forehead.

He sat up and standing there was the old lady with the greying blonde hair that he had seen in the mist when he rescued the Sleight family from their time bubble.

“Am I dead?” was all the Doctor could say.

“Don’t be silly,” said the old lady.

“Then I’m dreaming,” said the Doctor.

“Sort of,” said the lady.

“So you’re just a dream?”

“You may be dreaming, but it doesn’t mean that the projection of me and this cave isn’t real.”

The Doctor clambered to his feet and suddenly realised he no longer needed the use of his cane. “I need to wake up. I need to get back to Thornsby.”

“They are taking care of you,” said the woman.

“Then why are you showing me this?”

“Because you are losing focus again, Doctor.”

The Doctor frowned.

“Follow me,” said the woman.

The Doctor and the woman made their way through the cave and entered a narrower tunnel. At the end of the tunnel was a wooden, panelled door with a brass doorknob.

“I’m going to show your something,” said the woman, “and I want you to try and understand before you attempt your suicidal attack on that flying saucer.”

“Go on then,” said the Doctor.

The woman opened the door and the Doctor was momentarily blinded by the sunlight from the other side. She guided him through, and by the time his eyes had cleared he was no longer standing in a cave. He was now standing at the entrance to a sunny, tree-lined cul-de-sac with six houses around its circumference.

“Where is this place?” said the Doctor, not recognising anything.

“The place you need to find.”

“Stop being so cryptic,” said the Doctor. “What’s your name?”

“Helenia,” said the woman.

Something triggered at a long, lost memory at the back of the Doctor’s mind. “Helenia…” he mused over. “And this place?”

She smiled. “You need to find it first.”

“Why?”

“Because if I tell you now, you won’t believe me. You need to discover this place for yourself.”

“By going to Mount Cassius?”

“Yes,” said Helenia. “Right now you’re so hell bent on trying to save Thornsby, that you’re losing your way.”

“I need to save the town.”

“You’re doing it because you want to go out in a blaze of glory and do one last good thing, when I’ve already told you that you don’t have to die. There is a way to save yourself.”

The Doctor shook his head. “Don’t you ever think I get tired? I have already accepted my fate. I’m not going to waste time looking for another answer.”

Helenia smiled. “But this answer is the correct answer.” She sighed. “Maybe the name Celestia will spur you on.”

“Celestia?!” said the Doctor, shocked, “but how…?”

Then everything was plunged into darkness.





The Doctor woke up. He was on a mattress on the floor of some large warehouse with Maxus sat at the end.

“You okay?” he said.

“Yes,” said the Doctor, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. “What happened?”

“You passed out cold,” said Maxus. “I thought you were a goner. Your hearts stopped beating, oh, and I haven’t even come up with a good explanation for why you have two hearts. Thor wants answers.”

“Thor?” said the Doctor.

“Guy with the blonde hair and ponytail,” said Maxus. “Not his real name though. Just a nickname I think.”

Thor made his way over to Maxus and the Doctor. “Peter here has explained what was going on. I still don’t get why you have two hearts though.”

“And why do they call you Thor?” said the Doctor.

He smiled. “Nickname at school after I became obsessed with reading those old comics. Even grew my hair long like him.”

“Do you have a hammer?” smiled the Doctor.

“No, but I have a pretty good fist. Although a powerful hammer might come in handy right now.” He stopped smiling. “So, two hearts? Some sort of an experiment gone wrong?”

“Not exactly,” lied the Doctor. “When I was a child I had…heart failure. The doctor’s tried experimenting on me and put in a new heart. Looks like they’re both failing now.”

Thor looked at him and frowned. It sounded like a load of rubbish, but the Doctor hoped that Thor would be willing to accept his answer. The planet was, after all, being occupied by an alien foe.

“Poor guy,” said Thor. “We’ll make sure you keep out of the main action then.”

The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to go into the whole Time Lord thing right now.

The girl who had helped him walked over. She had long dark hair and wore black rimmed glasses. She looked about seventeen. “Glad to see you’re doing better,” she said.

“Thank you for helping me, Miss…”

“Millie,” she said, extending her hand. “You’re lighter than you look, you know.”

The Doctor noticed that her arms had a few scars on them.

“What are you all doing here?” said the Doctor, glancing around the room at the others.

“We’re the resistance,” smiled Thor. “Well, one of the resistance groups anyway.”

The Doctor smiled to himself. It was a resistance group nine years into the future that would help to defeat the Daleks. He had the utmost respect for them.

“Listen, Doctor,” said Millie, edging closer to him, “do you think I can have a word in private?”

“Of course,” said the Doctor, getting up off the mattress.

“Millie?” said Thor, frowning.

“I just want to do another medical check on him,” said Millie, lifting up an old, battered medical bag.

Thor nodded. “Don’t wander too far.”

Millie guided the still fragile Doctor through a door to a small ante-room and then directed him to a plastic chair. The Doctor sat down, still feeling a little wobbly.

“Well?” said the Doctor.

Millie looked a little embarrassed and sat down on the chair opposite him. “You’ve been to Thornsby before, haven’t you?”

“Well…”

“A few hundred years ago?”

“How could you possible know?”

Millie smiled and held out her hands. They began to glow orange and she held them in front of her face, smiling at the Doctor’s reaction.

“You’re descended from them, aren’t you?” he said in wonderment.

“From the Ancestors? Yes,” she smiled.

“So you all survived?”

She nodded. “Yes. My name is Millie Caroline Fieldgate-Parker.”

The Doctor was lost for words. Not only was she one of the Ancestors, but she was directly descended from his former companion, Caroline Parker.



Next time: The Doctor and co meet the Slither! Coming Sunday 24th August 2014.

Please note from now on all chapters/parts will be uploaded on a Sunday instead of a Saturday.

9 Aug 2014

Before the Dawn (Part 2)

The red-headed man tripped, staggered into Silver Street and tripped over the soaking cardboard box that had stuck to the ground like a paste. He fell to his knees and cried in agony, clutching his stomach. He then began coughing and when he brought his hands away from his mouth they were covered in blood.

"No. No," he cried to himself. "Not yet. Not yet!"

He looked up at a torn poster plastered to the wall. It read:




IT IS FORBIDDEN TO DUMP BODIES IN THE STREET.




Seeing the poster almost spurred the man to continue walking on. He clambered to his feet and made his way to the side door of the former department store he was standing beside. He hammered on the door.

After a few seconds the door opened a crack and a woman's face peered out. "Richard?"

"Let me in Chloe."

"You have the plague. I can't," said the woman, brushing her sort dark hair away from her sweaty forehead.

"You have to let me in. Please."

"The antidote hasn't reached this far yet. We can't risk the rest of us getting infected."

"Let me speak to Peter. He'll understand."

"Peter won't risk the rest of us," said Chloe. "I'm sorry, Richard."

She closed the door and Richard began hammering on it. "Please! Please! I don't want to die!"




Behind the door the woman, Chloe, leaned against it and closed her eyes. “Nobody wants to die,” she said quietly to herself.

She could hear - and feel - Richard pounding on the door behind her. She sobbed to herself, straightened herself up and then walked down the dark corridor towards the shop floor.

After a while the banging stopped. She felt guilty. She felt bad, but she had even worse things to fel bad about.

She emerged into a dimly lit, but rather grand looking, shop floor. Most of the rails of clothes were clear - the survivors had utilised them for themselves - and there were make shift beds all around.

"Who was it?" said a tanned-skinned woman.

"Richard," said Chloe solemnly.

"Is he-?"

"He's about ready to, yeah, Edith."

Edith forced back to the tears and took a sip from her plastic cup of tepid water.

Chloe leant against a pillar and breathed out. "Where's Peter?"

"Up top?"

Chloe nodded. “I need to speak to him.”

She made her way through the shop floor and towards the dead escalator. She climbed up them and up another set until she reached the top floor. She made her way through the underwear section until she reached a fire exit which led out to a brick corridor. Following that she climbed some stone steps until she emerged onto the roof.

Sat in a deckchair with a pair of binoculars was Peter White, looking out across the town.

"Hey, Peter," said Chloe.

Peter turned and smiled. "How's it going?"

"Bad," said Chloe. She crouched down on the floor next to him. "Richard's dying."

"Richard Sanderson?"

Chloe nodded.

Peter shook his head. "Why was he even out there?"

“He went out the other day. He was looking for more supplies from down the road.”

"We know everything has been cleaned out now," said Peter. "Sam and Winchester have been all over the town. There's nothing left."

“You know Richard. Never one to listen to anybody say ‘no’.”

“And now he’s gotten himself infected.” Peter sighed. “If Richard’s infected, then how long before it reaches us?”

"Maybe we need to move locations." She looked up at Peter. He didn't react. "Yarathorpe might be-"

"We're not going to Yarathorpe."

"It's a short drive-"

"It's a ten minute drive. Ten minutes that might result in us all being killed."

"We can move in small groups."

"Cars attract attention."

"Then we can walk-"

"It's a 45 minute walk."

"Then how about-"

"Enough Chloe!" said Peter, raising his voice slightly. "We can't risk it."

She folded her arms and got up. "Then we all die."

Peter sighed as she walked away. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was getting nowhere fast. Chloe was always a little hot headed, but he worried that if he didn't reign her in soon she might start tempting people to follow her.

They had been holed up in here for months now. At first it was fine; they had all the food they needed, but that soon ran out. When Peter had gotten to Thornsby with Molly and Sam it had been chaos. Meteorites had fallen everywhere. And then the news of the plague came, the destruction of New York, the occupation of London, and one by one people began to contract the disease and die.

And so they holed themselves away in a department store. Just a handful of them.




And then they came...




Peter was distracted by a sound coming from towards the church. He grabbed his binoculars to see, but buildings obscured the view. But it was a sound he had heard only a year ago...

The day Martha had died.

They day they had come to Earth.




The Doctor was standing outside of the TARDIS looking up at the structure that towered above them. Maxus and Tylaya emerged and both of them gazed up to what the Doctor was looking at.

"Amazing," said the Doctor, feeling the tiny sprinkling of raindrops fall onto his bald head.

"What is? It's a church, isn't it?"

"Yes," said the Doctor, "but the last time I was here the church had been blown to pieces. Hundreds of years of history just destroyed in seconds." He walked across the grass to the base of the church. It was clearly newer stone, but it had been rebuilt in almost exactly the same way. "It's strange to think that this is nearly 150 years old now."

The last time the Doctor was in Thornsby, he had been travelling with his companions, Danny and Caroline. The pair of them had opted to stay on Earth whilst he left and eventually ended up in Little Pebblesford, where he met Alice.

Alice…He felt sad again.

"So when were you last here?"

"2012." He looked around the area, sadness in his eyes. "That's the trouble with time travel; I suppose everyone I knew from back then are long gone."

"Sorry for interrupting, Doctor," said Maxus, "but we really do need to get out of the open. The Daleks could be just around the corner."

"And we need to move the TARDIS as well," said Tylaya.

"No," said the Doctor. "I've set it's perception filter to the highest level. I doubt whether it'd even register on their scanners."

"But they might see it," said Maxus.

"It's a perception filter," said the Doctor in a manner which made Maxus sound like an idiot. “They won’t even notice it. Nobody will unless she is specifically pointed out to them.”

"Alright, you two," she said. "Let's get moving. Do you have everything you need?"

The Doctor patted his heavy satchel, which was stuffed with equipment. "I removed the time drive from under the console. That's all I need to fix. Shouldn't take more than a few hours at the most."

"Good," said Tylaya.




They made their way around the corner and into the Old Market Place. The place was deserted, cardboard boxes and rubbish being blown around by the light breeze, the rain making some of them stick to the pavement in a soggy mush. They continued down Victoria street.

"So you heard about the invasion in your history books then?" said the Doctor.

"Yep," said Tylaya. "They first sent meteorites loaded with a plague in around 2157. After they'd wiped out half the population they began landing."

"They destroyed New York," said Maxus. "Took them nearly a century to rebuild it all."

"Hmmm," said the Doctor grimly.

"Nearly ten years they occupied us," said Maxus angrily. "Ten years! If it wasn't for the resistance we might not be here now."

"When did you hear about it?" said Tylaya to the Doctor.

"Oh, I was there," said the Doctor. "A long, long, long time ago. I was there at the end."

"So this must be pretty weird for you then?" said Tylaya, marvelling at the wonder of time travel.

"I suppose," said the Doctor, as they headed down East St. Mary's Gate and towards the entrance to the shopping mall.

"We could stop them now, you know?" said Maxus. "The Daleks."

"No," said the Doctor. "We can't change history."

"But you changed it just by being there 9 years from now."

"I didn't change it," said the Doctor. "I was always a part of it."

"And you're always a part of this here and now."

"Yes, to fix my TARDIS," said the Doctor, becoming exasperated, "not to change what I've already done and bring an early close to the invasion."

Maxus sighed and shook his head. "I'll never understand time travel."

"Don't try," said the Doctor under his breath.

They reached the former-automatic doors of the shopping centre and the Doctor and Maxus managed to force them open. The inside strangely didn't smell stale. Clearly people had been camping out here. It had been used quite recently.

They were about to head down the entrance mall when they heard a sound.

"Quick!" said the Doctor, as they ducked into a smashed shop window and clambered to the back to hide in the shadows.

A few seconds later the familiar site of a Dalek came gliding past. This one was silver from top to bottom, adorned with blue hemispheres around its skirt. Its base made it stand taller than most Daleks seen previously and on it's back was a small dish which collected and stored up power to allow the machine to move. A Dalek at its most primitive. But even at it’s most primitive was enough to kill anything in sight.

Tylaya remained as still as she could as it glided past. If it's head swivelled in their direction it's night vision in its eyestalk would surely spot them.

Thankfully it went on past, just squeezing through the doors they had opened on their way in.

"That was close," said the Doctor. "We need to stay out of sight."

"Is this the ideal place to be hiding then? Surely we could have just waited it out in the TARDIS?"

"What? In the dark?" said the Doctor to Maxus. "I told you I needed to shut down all systems and that means life support as well."

"But a full sized mall?"

"We'll find a smaller unit to work in. Somewhere further away from the entrance."

They clambered out of the shop front and made their way back along the mall entrance until they reached the turning the Dalek had come around.

The Doctor held out his hand to stop them going any further and they cautiously peered around the corner.

The coast was clear and so they continued through the main part of the mall, passing broken computer information screens, rubbish strewn across the floor and smashed glass and scorched walls.

“Looks like there was some sort of battle here,” said Tylaya.

“Bet you the Daleks won,” said Maxus ominously.

“Quinn…”

“If you don’t have anything constructive to say, Mr Maxus, then please don’t say anything at all.”

“Yes, sir!” said Maxus, giving a mock salute.

Tylaya rolled her eyes. Although the friction between him and the Doctor had eased quite a lot, Maxus still tried his best to not get on with the Doctor.

A sudden sound made the Doctor stop dead in his tracks, his arms outstretched to stop his two companions from going any further.

“Run?” suggest Tylaya.

“Where?” said the Doctor, realising that all the other shops in the vicinity were lit from the sun shining through the skylights that lined the roof of the shopping centre. They couldn’t hide in the shadows this time.

“Good point,” said Tylaya.

There was something shuffling at the bottom of the mall. A doorway was wrenched open, the bottom of it scraping against the floor. The three of hem braced themselves for the emerging Dalek…

And instead a young girl of about 5’1” with long dark hair, grey top and army-green combats emerged, blinking in the sunlight.

She turned to look at the Doctor, Maxus and Tylaya and then looked worried.

“Hello,” said the Doctor with a smile. “What’s your name?”

She didn’t answer.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“Are you…Robomen?” said the girl nervously. She was quite well spoken.

“Do we look like Robomen?” said the Doctor. “We aren’t wearing any head apparatus.”

“Right…” said the girl, nodding as if working it all out in her head.

“So what’s your name?” said the Doctor, this time edging forward a little.

“Do you have the plague?” said the girl, a little more confidently this time.

“We’re not sick,” said Tylaya with a smile. “We just arrived in town today.”

“Are you-?”

“For god sake!” said Maxus loudly. “We’re not Robomen. We don’t have the plague. We’renot murderers or assassins or child snatchers!”

The girl jumped, reached behind her back and drew a huge, futuristic looking gun.

The time travellers froze.

“My name’s Molly Hasthorpe,” she said confidently, “and you’re my prisoners.”




The Doctor and his team had been escorted by the teenager through a department store until they reached an area where a group of about fourteen people gathered. There was a man with black hair and a beard who immediately ran to Molly and guided her away. Then there was a woman in her late twenties with short black hair, dressed all in black, and the other prominent person was a slightly older man with white hair and a bit of stubble. He wore a blue shirt and tan coloured trousers and put a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles on.

The Doctor had explained to them that they had recently arrived in Thornsby and were looking for shelter until they moved on.

The man, Peter White, had accepted their story and had welcome them into their group.

“So, she’s your daughter, yeah?” said Tylaya, nodding at the man who had introduced himself as Sam Hasthorpe.

“That she is,” said Sam, giving her a hug, “although I’d quite like to know what she was doing outside the store.”

“I wanted to see the Dalek,” said Molly glumly.

“Why the hell would you wanna do that?” said Maxus, taking a sip of some lukewarm water he had been handed.

“Because she’s never seen one before,” said the woman, Chloe Carpenter, who came and sat beside them, putting her arm around Molly.

Molly shrugged her away.

“How is that even possible?” said Tylaya. “The town must be crawling with them.”

“It is,” said Sam, “but we haven’t left here for a year.”

“A whole year?” said Maxus.

“We saw what the Daleks were doing in the cities. There’s not as many here, but we knew we couldn’t risk being out there. Every now and then we’ll leave and gather supplies from nearby shops, but most have been looted now and we’re running out of places to look.”

“Molly just never went outside,” said Sam, suddenly remembering the need to answer Maxus’s question. “I wasn’t going to risk my daughter out there.”




The Doctor was fiddling with the time drive; a small device really. There was a glass, square core running through the centre with metal rivets running around its circumference every two centimetres.

“What’s that box of tricks?” said Peter as he came and sat beside the Doctor.

“Just a device to…defeat the Daleks,” lied the Doctor.

Peter laughed. “If the world government can’t fight the Daleks, then what hope do a couple of old men have?”

The Doctor smiled sadly. Peter was getting on and it’d be another nine years until the Daleks were defeated by himself, an old man, in his first incarnation. Peter might not even live to see that day. He hoped he did, of course.

“We have to have hope,” said the Doctor. “It’ll end one day.”

“It’s only just begun,” said Peter darkly.

The Doctor frowned. “You know there was a Dalek just out there?”

“They haven’t found us yet,” said Peter. “We’re building a community here.” He looked proud. “We have to try and survive somehow.”

The Doctor smiled. “You’re the ones that the world will need when this is all over.”

“Not me,” sighed Peter. “I don’t have much longer left. I don’t know if I want to be here for much longer.”

The Doctor frowned. That was a strange comment coming from someone who was supposed to be a leader.

Peter noticed the Doctor’s confusion. “My wife died in the meteorite attack. I’d rather be with her right now.”




Up on the roof, Chris Feathers was keeping watch. He thought he spotted something. Something metal gleaming between the alley ways. He frowned and took out his binoculars. By the time he had focused on his target it was too late

The last thing he saw was a bright white light flashing across his vision. He felt the world around him melt aware and all of his nerves burning one by one. And then nothing.

Chris Feathers was dead.




In the street below a dozen Daleks began to converge around the front of the department store. They had found the survivors.



Next time: A safe house is found, and the Doctor meets the resistance. Coming Saturday 16th August 2014.

2 Aug 2014

Before the Dawn (Part 1)

"Before the Dawn" takes place after "The Trees of Cologne," a story that was written, but lost when my hard drive crashed. In the story some of the friction between the Doctor and Tylaya was eased a little. If I ever gain access to my drive again then I will publish that story as a one off special or “missing story“, but for now the series continues with "Before the Dawn" and will (hopefully) continue the overall story seamlessly.


2157


Peter White stepped out from his farmhouse onto the gravel that ran around the perimeter of the house. He sniffed the air. Cut grass. He always liked that smell. It was a cold and frosty morning and he had just gotten up from one of the longest sleeps he'd had in a long time. He put his hands in his pockets and walked across the gravel to the field.

The grass crunched under his feet and had a layer of frost on it. In the distance the line of trees that ran along the bottom of his field was obscured by a thin veil of mist.

He smiled to himself. It was peaceful here. Quiet and peaceful. His family had lived in this farm house for generations, and, although it wasn't a working farmhouse any longer, he wouldn't have moved anywhere else. He felt calm and content here.

"Peter!" came his wife’s voice from behind him.

He closed his eyes and tried to ignore it.

"Peter!" she called again, this time a little louder.

"What?" he called, his back still to her.

"We said we'd sort out the loft," said his wife.

"In a minute, Martha," he said.

"We haven't got all day," she said.

He turned to face her. She was part way in the house lugging a huge suitcase along the hallway. They had been married for forty years, but he was damned if he knew how they had lasted this long.

"We've got all the time in the world," said Peter. And he did. He had retired from his job at the valve company five years ago and Martha had retired three years before him. They had nothing else to do. He simply wanted to rest and enjoy his retirement.

"I need to get the dinner on," said Martha, finally coming to stop with the suitcase.

"It's 8:30 in the morning, woman," said Peter, checking his watch.

"You know how long gammon takes to cook," she said, breathlessly.

He turned back to the field one more time to see if he could spot the trees. They were even more obscured now. He smiled, closed his eyes again, and turned to head back to the farmhouse.

He was almost at the door when he thought he heard something up above. It sounded like one of those new proton-planes whizzing past. He frowned and gazed up into the sky.

Nothing.

"Peter," said Martha, exasperated, "will you come in and close the bloody door. You'll catch your death out there."

Peter looked at her lined face and her faded blue eyes. She still looked beautiful even now. They had spent a lifetime together, and then he remembered why he fell in love with her. It was her caring nature. He knew that she'd never let anything happen to him.

He smiled softly at her. "Sorry, love," he said.




And then the house exploded.




Peter was thrown through the air, landing about ten metres away from the burning building. He lay flat on his back staring up into the white, sunless sky as shapes and objects zoomed overhead with the same whizzing sound he had heard before. The objects were on fire and all around him he could hear explosions, some close by and some in the distance.

They were meteorites.

And then he remembered the house. Then he remembered Martha.

He quickly scrambled to his feet, almost fell over from going light-headed, and stared at the burning husk of what was once his old farmhouse.

He fell to his knees as the flames rose higher and higher into the sky. The heat coming from the house was that intense he had started to sweat.




Martha was gone.




Maxus awoke with a start. Tylaya was no longer next to him in the bed. He frowned and rubbed his forehead. He sat up in the bed and looked around the darkened room. There was a faint orange glow behind the roundels in their room and a gentle humming from the TARDIS machinery.

He got to his feet, put on his dressing gown and then, tying it up at the waist, made his way out of the room and down the corridor towards the console room.

When he got there Tylaya was already dressed and sat on the sofa with a cup of coffee. The Doctor was stood at the controls, his hand scratching his chin.

"What time is it?" said Maxus, yawning.

"It's a time machine," said Tylaya. "It's whatever time we want it to be."

"Funny," he said, flopping himself down on the sofa next to her.

"I couldn't sleep so I came to see what the Doctor was up to."

"Quiet," said the Doctor.

"Nothing then?" said Maxus.

"I said quiet," said the Doctor again.

"Give it a rest," said Maxus.

"The TARDIS is hovering," said the Doctor.

"What do you mean hovering?" said Maxus, crossing over to the controls.

"I had set the TARDIS to randomly take us somewhere in the vein hope it might help us out of this mess with Tylaya."

"You said in Cologne that you accepted that Alice was gone," said Tylaya.

"I said that I knew it wasn't your fault," said the Doctor, looking at her over his shoulder, "but that doesn't necessarily mean that I believe her to be gone."

Maxus suddenly felt uncomfortable at hearing Alice's name. Back in Cologne, after he'd been shot, he'd seen a vision of Tylaya of how she used to look. He felt guilty for that. He found himself wishing for her to be back to how he always remembered her. Sometimes Tylaya was now like a stranger to him.

"So what happened?" said Maxus, wanting to get off the subject quickly. "With the TARDIS I mean?"

"Well she won't let us land. We're just hovering over Earth."

"What year?" said Tylaya.

"That's just it, she won't even show me our space/time location. It's like she doesn't want me to know something."

"Can you get her moving?" said Maxus, suddenly feeling stupid for considering this weird time machine to be a living thing.

"I can," said the Doctor. "I can take us back into the vortex, but I don't want to go back."

"Why not?" said Tylaya.

"Because there's a mystery here." He grinned. "And I don't let the TARDIS keep things from me."

"But there's obviously a reason."

The TARDIS suddenly lurched violently and threw Tylaya across the console room where she landed back on the sofa.

"She's trying to take us back into the vortex," said the Doctor, frantically trying to regain control of the time machine.

"Let her," said Maxus as the TARDIS continue to rattle and rock aggressively.

"No you don't," said the Doctor.

And then the TARDIS lurched forward again. It felt different this time. The Doctor was thrown across the room where he hit the potted plants along the walkway leading from the door.

"Are you alright?" called Tylaya.

"Fine," said the Doctor, using his cane to drag himself up. The TARDIS lurched again. Something was hitting it from outside.

"What the hell?" said Maxus. "Don't tell me there's a space giant out then battering us to bits?"

The Doctor struggled to the console and switched on the scanner. His face went white. "It's a meteorite storm. I've never seen anything as violent as this though," he said as the TARDIS was struck again. "It's like it's being directed from somewhere on the other side of the solar system."

He frowned. There was a memory of something at the edge of his thoughts.

“Who the hell directs a meteorite storm?” said Tylaya.

"Now we can let the TARDIS get us out of here," said Maxus desperately.

The TARDIS lurched again and this time all the lights went out. The occupants suddenly felt a falling sensation as they clung onto anything they could get there hands on for dear life.

"What's happening?" yelled Tylaya as the TARDIS continued to fall.

"The anti-gravity as been knocked out!" yelled the Doctor. "The TARDIS is falling with the meteorites."




The TARDIS tumbled through the atmosphere, continuously hit by stray meteorites until it hit the grey expanse of cloud below it. It plunged through the clouds and then shot down to the Earth where he landed with a thump in a big green field, throwing piles up mud and grass from the crater it created.

The Doctor was the first to exit, coughing as he emerged from the smoke billowing from the TARDIS, followed by Tylaya and lastly Maxus.

The Doctor peered into the distance. On the far side of the field was a burning building and what looked like a man down on his knees.

All around there were smaller plumes of fire where the meteorites had hit. And they continued to streak on overhead.

"This is definitely Earth, yeah?" said Tylaya.

"Yes," said the Doctor.

"Well there hasn't been a meteorite storm like this since -"

"Since 2157," said Maxus.

"In your time, maybe," said the Doctor, "but we could be in the future, far from your time-" He stopped himself.

"What?" said Tylaya.

"2157," said the Doctor blankly.

"You remember it?" said Tylaya, a hint of worry in her voice.

"No wonder the TARDIS didn't want us to land here. Quick, back inside. The systems should have cooled off now."

"Is it true then?" said Tylaya. "Are we definitely in 2157"

"Get inside!" said the Doctor angrily. "We'll discuss it when we're far, far away."




Two minutes later the door was locked and the blue TARDIS disappeared from the field.




Peter White turned around at the sound. He had been aware of something larger crashing towards the back end of the field, but had been in too much shock to look, but the wheezing and groaning sound had sounded...unearthly. But there was nothing there now.

He then came to his senses. He scrambled to his feet and got as close as he could to the burning building. There was no sign of Martha. She had to have perished. He held back to tears. He needed to get away from here. He needed to get help. The meteorite storm was over now and it might be safe for him to move. He turned and headed towards his old pickup truck. It had remained largely intact, having been stowed away at the old outhouse garage and he clambered into it. He took one last look at his burning home. The home that had stood for over 550 years, and then put his foot down on the pedal, driving across the gravel and down the dirt track.




After passing through smoke and more mist he finally located the main road. He skidded onto it and drove even faster. He had to get to Thornsby. He had to get the fire brigade. He knew it was pointless because the house was gutted, but he couldn't leave his wife burning in there. He needed to at least get her body out.

He almost hit the car that emerged from the mist in front of him. He skidded to avoid hitting it and went off down the ditch on the right hand side of the road.

The car had been stationary, it's back end melted. He regained his composure and then quickly got out of the car.

Sitting at the side of the road was a man in his thirties with short black hair and black beard. His arm was cut badly and his other, uninjured arm, was around a young girl of about 13. Laying inside the car was an older woman, about the same age as the man.

And then Peter realised that the woman didn't have a head. She was partially melted to the back of the car.

The girl was sobbing and the man was trying his hardest to console her whilst fighting back his own tears.

"What happened?" said Peter, still in shock about Martha.

"She wasn't feeling well," said the man. "She went to sit in the back of the car. Molly came in the front." He started crying and the girl, Molly, began crying even more.

"There, there," said Peter, sitting beside the girl and putting his own arm around her. He suddenly had flashes back to looking after Alison, his own daughter, before her accident many years ago, "it wasn't your fault," said Peter.

"It was," said Molly. "I should have stayed in the back",

"She wanted to lay out," said the man. "It's not your fault, Molly."

"It is," sobbed the girl. "It is."

"The meteorite hit us," said the man. "It came out of nowhere."

"I know," said Peter, suddenly feeling like he had control of himself again. "My wife was...killed in the attack."

"I'm sorry," said the man, still trying to fight back to tears.

Peter didn't know why he had used the word "attack", but it felt right to him. This didn't feel like a natural occurrence. "We need to get to Thornsby. Someone there can help us."

"No," said Molly. "We can't leave Mum."

Peter looked at the man. "What's your name?" he said.

"Sam," said the man. "Sam Hasthorpe."

Peter nodded. "Good to meet you Sam. We need to leave."

"But my wife-"

"There's nothing we can do for her, Sam," said Peter. "We need to get you and your daughter to safety."

Sam looked back at his wife's body, still half melted to the car. He started crying again, but then regained his composure, nodding to Peter.

"No, Dad."

"Listen, Molly," said Sam, kneeling beside his daughter, "Mum wouldn't want us to be here now. She'd want us to find shelter. She'd want us to be safe."

Molly forced back her tears, brushing her dark hair from out her eyes.

"This kind man is going to take us into town where we'll find help."

"But we can't just leave her."

"We're not," said Sam. "We're going to send someone to help her. I promise."

With a sniff Molly nodded and clambered to her feet. "Thank you, Mr-"

"Peter. Just call me Peter."

And they made their way to the ditch and to the old truck.




In the TARDIS the Doctor was frantically playing at the controls, but the TARDIS was beeping back at him furiously.

"What's wrong?" said Tylaya.

"The TARDIS has been damaged. Now we can't get away. We're still in orbit around Earth."

Tylaya looked up at the scanner. All around the globe were trails of smoke and fire and the damage caused by the meteorites.

"We were right, weren’t we?" said Tylaya solemnly.

"Yes. Damn it!" said the Doctor as the TARDIS shook. The central rotor moved up and down once and then the engines came to a stop.

"What is it?" said Maxus.

"I managed to move us, but only a year into the future, to 2158. I'm going to have to do some major repair work on her."

"Then get on with it," said Maxus, growing impatient to get away. If this really was when they thought it was then they all knew what this particular decade held for the Human race.

"I can't," said the Doctor. "I need to shut down nearly all of her systems. I have to land."

"We can't," said Tylaya. "We can't go down there."

"We have no choice," said the Doctor. "There's a small town just near to where we landed before. I spent quite a bit of time there a while back. We can put down there, find some shelter and quietly repair this old girl."

"But you say we've come forward a year, yes?" said Tylaya.

"That's correct."

"But you-"

"I know exactly what it means," said the Doctor. "2158 is the year the Daleks invaded Earth."



Next time: The Doctor and co meet some of the survivors. Coming Saturday August 9th 2014.