Willow woke Rose up and they both got changed, then having breakfast in the kitchen. They wandered into the console room to see the Doctor staring at the screen once more.

"Where's that signal coming from?" He muttered whilst stroking his head.

"What signal?" She asked.

He snapped out of his state of mind when he noticed them standing in the room. "Sorry. Something's wrong." He said with concern.

They heard the TARDIS land, the Doctor strolled outside as Rose and Willow followed. The young blonde looked around "So what is it? What's wrong?"

"Don't know. Some kind of signal drawing the TARDIS off course." He replied.

Willow couldn't see much through the dim lighting; only glass cabinets neatly arranged in rows. She couldn't see what was inside them, however. "Where are we?" She queried.

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

"Ok and when are we?" Willow rephrased.

The Doctor eyed one of the glass cabinets. "Two thousand and twelve."

"God, that's so close. So, I should be twenty six." Rose mentioned with surprise.

"I'm 30 years old! I have it worse!" She joked. "You really did promise me the future."

She noticed the Doctor looking at the wall. He flicked a switch and, all of a sudden, light flooded the long hallway. Willow saw the room grow bigger as every light turned on. Glass cabinets lined the entire area. She glanced into one and she become aware that what she was looking at was not from Earth.

"Blimey. It's a great big museum." Rose cried in disbelief.

"An alien museum." The Doctor commented. "Someone's got a hobby. They must have spent a fortune on this. Chunks of meteorite, moon dust. That's the milometer from the Roswell spaceship."

"That's a bit of Slitheen!" Willow turned around to find Rose pointing at the arm of a Slitheen. "That's a Slitheen's arm. It's been stuffed."

"Oh, look at you." The Doctor was staring at a metal head with handlebars. It looked like it had been ripped off.

"What is it?" questioned Willow.

"An old friend of mine. Well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit." He stared at the head intensely. "I'm getting old."

Rose wandered over to Willow's side. "Is that where the signal's coming from?"

"No, it's stone dead. The signal's alive. Something's reaching out, calling for help."

"That sounds horrible." Willow said in disgust.

The Doctor reached out to touch the exhibit. He pressed his hand against the glass and, like a button being pushed, the alarms went off. A group of armed guards rushed to each side of the room; cutting off their exit back to the TARDIS and pointing their guns at them.

"If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you Exhibit A." said Rose sarcastically.

***

They were escorted down a corridor by the guards. Willow heard a tannoy overhead declare. "Attention all personnel. Bad Wolf One descending. Bad Wolf One descending."

Who chose the name Bad Wolf?

The guards led them to a red-haired woman who then guided us up a lift and into an office.

"And this is the last. Paid eight hundred thousand dollars for it." Willow heard a British man say. He was showing another man what looked like another alien artefact.

"What does it do?" The other man asked.

"Well, you see the tubes on the side? It must be to channel something. I think maybe fuel." The man spoke once again.

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

"Shut it." The red haired woman snapped.

"Really, though, that's wrong."

"Is it dangerous?" The British man asked.

"No, it just looks silly." The Doctor reached out to grab the item, but the guards prepped their guns and aimed to shoot through his head. He froze, his eyes looked in every direction.

The man sitting on the chair raised his hand and granted the Doctor permission. The Doctor took the tube-like item and stroked his fingers across it, making calming sounds.

"You just need to be delicate." He smiled, playing different notes at once.

The American stood up, amazed. "It's a musical instrument."

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

"Here, let me." Before the Doctor could have a say, the man snatched it from his hands and harshly tapped it.

"I did say delicate." The Doctor insisted. "It reacts to the smallest fingerprint. It needs precision." On command, he started stroking it softly, releasing beautiful harp noises. "Very good. Quite the expert."

The man glanced back at the Doctor. "As are you." His hands tossed the instrument on the ground casually. "Who exactly are you?"

"I'm the Doctor. And who are you?" He asked.

He slipped his hands into his pockets "Like you don't know." He rolled his eyes "We're hidden away with the most valuable collection of extra-terrestrial artefacts in the world, and you just stumbled in by mistake."

"Pretty much sums me up, yeah."

Willow laughed silently in the background. The American man galred at both girls with a wandering eye.

"The question is, how did you get in? Fifty three floors down, with your little cat burglar accomplices. You're quite a collector yourself, they're rather pretty." He glances at Willow and smirks. "I like the look of her. She's divine."

I gawked at him, frustration flowing through her burning blood. "She's going to smack you if you keep calling her "she"."

"She's English too! Hey, little Lord Fauntleroy. Got you a girlfriend." He pointed to the young British man who nodded in response.

"This is Mister Henry Van Statten." The British man kept his head down.

Rose giggled. "And who's he when he's at home?"

The man commented. "Mister Van Statten owns the internet."

"Don't be stupid. No one owns the internet." said Willow

"And let's just keep the whole world thinking that way, right kids?" Van Statten winked.

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

Van Statten raised his eyebrows. "And you claim greater knowledge?"

"I don't need to make claims, I know how good I am." The Doctor said, straightening up.

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

"You tell me."

"The cage contains my one living specimen." Van Statten smiled.

"And what's that?" He questioned.

"Like you don't know."

"Show me." The Doctor commanded, growing stern.

"You want to see it?" He said surprised.

"Blimey, you can smell the testosterone." Rose joked.

"Goddard, inform the Cage we're heading down. You, English. Look after the girls. Go and canoodle or spoon or whatever it is you British do. And you, Doctor with no name, come and see my pet."

God she was starting to hate this guy.

They left the office and the girls were escorted by the British man down another corridor.

***

"Sorry about the mess." The British man, known as Adam, acknowledged. "Mister Van Statten sort of lets me do my own thing, so long as I deliver the goods. What do you think that is?" He pointed at a metal panel that didn't look very alien to them.

"Er, a lump of metal?" Rose answers.

"Yeah. Yeah, but I think, well, I'm almost certain, it's from the hull of a spacecraft." Adam theorised. "The thing is, it's all true. Everything the United Nations tries to keep quiet, spacecraft, aliens, visitors to Earth. They really exist."

"That's amazing." Willow murmured in a sarcastic manner.

"I know it sounds incredible, but I honestly believe the whole universe is just teeming with life." He said with enthusiasm.

"You're telling me." She uttered.

Rose blushed. "I'm gobsmacked, yeah. And you do what, sit here and catalogue it?"

"Best job in the world." He answered.

Rose grinned at him. "Imagine if you could get out there. Travel amongst the stars and see it for real."

Willow leaned on the wall, watching Rose make a fool out of herself as Adam continued. "Yeah, I'd give anything. I don't think it's ever going to happen. Not in our lifetimes."

"Oh, you never know." She edged closer to him. "What about all those people who say they've been inside of spaceships and things and talked to aliens?"

Adam chuckled. "I think they're nutters.

"Yeah, me too." She laughed.

Willow stood up and grabbed Rose by the arm. "Excuse us for one moment." She dragged her somewhere out of earshot of Adam. "Are you serious? Hitting on this kid. You're better than this."

"You always do this!" She quietly yelled. "You're like my mum! I don't need your protection!"

"Well, you make stupid decisions! So yeah, I think you do."

She gasped a little. "I made one stupid decision that's all! I'm not making the same mistake again!"

"You better not!"

She wriggled out of Willow's grasp, returning back to Adam. "So, how'd you end up here?" Rose wandered back to her original position.

Adam fiddled with a few more items. "Van Statten has agents all over the world looking for geniuses to recruit."

"Oh, right. You're a genius." Willow recalled, crossing her arms.

He glared at her. "Sorry, but yeah. I can't help it. I was born clever. When I was eight, I logged onto the US Defence System. Nearly caused World War Three."

She stood there with a brush of confusion. "What, and that's funny, is it?"

"Well, you should've been there just to see them running about. Fantastic!" He said with excitement.

"You sound like the Doctor." Rose said.

"Are you and him-?"

"No, we're just friends." She interrupted.

"Good." She accidentally blurted. Willow froze and looked up to see Adam and Rose staring at her in return.

"Why is it good?" She asked.

"It just is." She mentioned quickly, looking back down to make sure they didn't notice her blushing.

"So, wouldn't you rather be downstairs?" She turned back to Adam once more. "I mean, you've got these bits of metal and stuff, but Mister Van Statten's got a living creature down there."

"Yeah. Yeah, well, I did ask, but he keeps it to himself." His face grew solemn "Although, if you're a genius, it doesn't take long to patch through on the comm. system."

"Let's have a look, then." insisted Willow.

He switched the computer screen on to reveal a man in an orange hazmat suit, drilling into a metal robotic alien. She could hear it screaming as if it were alive.

"It doesn't do much, the alien." He pointed at it. "It's weird. It's kind of useless. It's just like this great big pepper pot."

Willow gasped, her mouth fell open as she saw how it felt. It really was a living thing and this Van Statten was hurting it.

"It's being tortured! Where's the Doctor?" She shouted.

"I don't know."

She started to pace around the room. "Take us down there now."

They all headed for the door and left the room, unsure how they were going to save this thing. If the Doctor won't do anything then they would.

***

The trio went down the lift and reached the Cage where the alien was. Willow was determined to help it and Mr Van Statten couldn't stop her.

"Hold it right there." The guards stopped them from walking any closer.

Adam stepped up and pulled out some kind of ID. "Level three access. Special clearance from Mister Van Statten."

The guard moved out the way and let them pass. The doors opened, and Willow peaked inside to see the alien standing motionless in several chains; it looked damaged.

"Don't get too close." Adam ordered as Rose and Willow walked closer to it.

"Hello." Willow spoke. "Are you in pain?"

"My name's Rose Tyler and this is my cousin, Willow." She edged closer. "I've got a friend, he can help. He's called the Doctor. What's your name?"

"Yes." It answered in a soft robotic voice.

She glanced at Rose and Adam in confusion. "What?"

"I am in pain." It hesitated. "They torture me, but still they fear me. Do you fear me?"

"No." Rose said as she walked slowly up to the alien.

Its lights flashed once more. "I am dying."

"No, we can help." Rose pleaded.

"I welcome death." The voice sounded more shaken and afraid. "But I am glad that, before I die, I have met a human who was not afraid."

"Isn't there anything we can do?" She asked.

"My race is dead, and I shall die alone." Its voice grew quieter.

Rose reached out her hand to touch its head, to the shock of Adam. "Rose, no!" He cried from behind.

She placed her hand on the creature for a second until quickly scraping it off, leaving a golden hand print on its casing. Rose pressed on her hand as if she had been burnt and soon enough the creature sprang to life.

"Genetic material extrapolated. Initiate cellular reconstruction!" Its voice became loud and gravelly. The chains surrounding it were ripped apart like a sheet of paper. It lied to them.

"What the hell have you done?" The man with the orange hazmat suit stormed back in again with the drill.

The creature raised a toilet plunger device towards him. The man simply laughed in return and joked. "What are you going to do? Sucker me to death-"

But he was stopped mid-sentence as the alien shot the plunger onto his face, sucking out the air and squeezing his face like a lemon. The three backed away and quickly sprinted out the room, making sure they closed the door behind them.

Rose ran up to a desk full of computer screens. "It's killing him! Do something!" She shouted.

"Condition red! Condition red!" The guard said, speaking through his communication device. "I repeat, this is not a drill!"

The computer screen turned on revealing the Doctor, Van Statten and the red-haired woman jumping into the room. "You've got to keep it in that cell." The Doctor cried.

Rose shook her head. "Doctor, it's all my fault."

"Don't blame yourself, Rose." She placed a hand on her shoulder. "It was an accident."

Another guard rushed up to the computer screen. "I've sealed the compartment. It can't get out, that lock's got a billion combinations."

"A Dalek's a genius. It can calculate a thousand billion combinations in one second flat." The Doctor protested.

All of a sudden, just like the Doctor said, the door was unlocking. They ran behind the two guards as they prepped their guns, ready to fire at will. The door opened revealing the Dalek.

"Open fire!" The guard yelled as they fired at it.

"Don't shoot it! I want it unharmed." They heard Van Statten shout.

The Doctor's voice came back "Willow, Rose get out of there!"

"De Maggio, take the civilians and get them out alive. That is your job, got that?" The guard told the female guard.

She nodded, swiftly facing them. "You, with me."

They followed her out into the corridor where the group were met with numerous guards, ready to draw battle with the Dalek.

"Civilians! Let them through!" The woman shouted.

They scurried through the guards and headed for the stairs; I heard howls of pain come from behind. They were dying all because Willow chose to go down there.

Then there was silence; it killed them all.

***

They managed to reach a stairwell; Rose stopped and looked up. "Stairs! That's more like it. It hasn't got legs. It's stuck!" She smiled.

The female guard ran in. "It's coming! Get up!"

They sprinted up to another level; Adam, Rose and the guard stopped. She aimed her gun at the door.

"We have to keep moving!" Willow pleaded.

She saw it slide out of the doorway, encountering the flight of stairs. It looked up at them, perching over the side.

"Great big alien death machine defeated by a flight of stairs." Adam commented.

Willow glared at them. "I'm serious! We need to keep going!"

The guard ignored her. "Now listen to me. I demand that you return to your cage."

"We can't reason with it!" She yelled.

"How do you know?" The guard stares back at me.

She was right though. How did Willow know?

The guard turned back to the creature. "If you want to negotiate then I can guarantee that Mister Van Statten will be willing to talk. I accept that we imprisoned you and maybe that was wrong, but people have died, and that stops right now. The killing stops. Have you got that?"

There was a long pause. The alien kept gazing at them with a blank stare; or through them.

"I demand that you surrender. Is that clear?" She asked once more.

"Elevate."

Suddenly, it levitated and started gliding up the stairs. "Oh my God." Rose cried.

The guard gasped and turned to Adam. "Adam, get them out of here."

Willow barged past. "Come with us. You can't stop it."

"Someone's got to try." She protested, pushing them away. "Now get out! Don't look back. Just run."

She nodded, starting to push Rose and Adam up the stairs trying to escape. They found themselves in a corridor, running for their lives. Willow could hear a few gunshots ring out, until they were silenced out by a piercing scream.

They turned a corner and found themselves in a big storage space, guns were being prepped and ready to shoot. Soon enough, they ran into sight of the guards.

"Hold your fire!" A commander shouted to the other guards. "You three, get the hell out of there!"

Willow took hold of Rose's hand and ran behind the guns. They heard the creature enter the storage space and stare at every person in the room. The trio froze until Adam grabbed Rose and pulled her aside, Willow followed behind.

"It was looking at me." Rose cried.

Adam stopped. "Yeah, it wants to slaughter us."

"I know, but it was looking right at me."

She grew confused "What?"

"So? It's just a sort of metal eye thing. It's looking all around." Adam was correct, but it did seem odd.

"I don't know. It's like there's something inside, looking at me, like, like it knows me." Rose sighed.

"We have to go." Willow stated. "It's not going to stop killing until it gets out. Then the bloodbath commences."

They both glared at her; she wasn't exactly sure where that came from, but it was a useful description.

They ran through a larger corridor, more screams were heard in the background. Everybody was dying and they couldn't do anything to stop it.

***

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

Goddard glanced at him. "Except there's no power to the helipad, sir. We can't get out."

"You said we could seal the vault." The Doctor remembered.

Van Statten nodded. "It was designed to be a bunker in the event of nuclear war. Steel bulkheads"

"There's not enough power," Goddard protested. "Those bulkheads are massive."

"We've got emergency power. We can re-route that to the bulkhead doors." The Doctor jumped about.

Goddard sighed. "We'd have to bypass the security codes. That would take a computer genius."

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

"You want to help?" He asked.

"I don't want to die, Doctor. Simple as that. And nobody knows this software better than me."

"Sir?" Goddard says. The Doctor looked up to see the Dalek back on screen again, looking straight at the Doctor as if it could see him.

"I shall speak only to the Doctor." It said.

"You're going to get rusty." The Doctor joked.

It paused. "I fed off the DNA of Rose Tyler. Extrapolating the biomass of a time traveller regenerated me."

"What's your next trick?"

"I have been searching for the Daleks."

The Doctor sighed. "Yeah, I saw. Downloading the internet. What did you find?"

"I scanned your satellites and radio telescopes." The Dalek replied.

"And?"

"Nothing. Where shall I get my orders now?" It asked.

"You're just a soldier without commands." The Doctor says.

The Dalek's lights flash once more. "Then I shall follow the Primary Order, the Dalek instinct to destroy, to conquer.

The Doctor's knuckles started to scrunch together. "What for? What's the point? Don't you see it's all gone? Everything you were, everything you stood for."

There was a pause. "Then what should I do?"

"All right, then. If you want orders, follow this one." He hesitated. "Kill yourself."

"The Daleks must survive!" It yelled.

"The Daleks have failed!" The Doctor yelled in return, his voice unrecognisable as his hate for the Daleks spilled out. "Why don't you finish the job and make the Daleks extinct. Rid the universe of your filth. Why don't you just die?"

Silence filled the office and the storage room. The Dalek stood there, stunned like Goddard and Van Statten. "You would make a good Dalek."

The Doctor watched on; his anger soon melted away revealing his face to be in horror of what the Dalek had said. The screen went to black and there was a long pause between the Doctor, Goddard and Van Statten.

He was becoming one of them.

***

Her phone started buzzing; the Doctor zapped it earlier to make sure she could still call people when she wanted.

"This isn't the best time." She mentioned, answering.

Rose looked behind us to see where the creature was. "It's catching up!" She cried.

"Where are you?" He asked.

She glanced at a sign on the wall. "Level forty-nine."

"You've got to keep moving. The vault's being sealed off up at level forty-six."

Willow scratched her head as the group continued up. "Can't you stop them closing?"

"I'm the one who's closing them." She heard him hesitate. "I can't wait, and I can't help you."

She looked back down at the ground to see the Dalek slowly rising. They headed into a wide corridor to see the bulkheads ahead.

"Now for God's sake, run." He shouted.

"We're nearly there. Give us two seconds." Willow cried.

There was a pause on the other end as they get closer. "I'm sorry." She heard him say.

Willow became bewildered by what he meant. "What do you me-"

Nevertheless, she paused, noticing the bulkheads starting to close up ahead. Her run transformed into a full-length sprint, grabbing Rose by the arm and trying to drag her ahead.

"Come on!" Adam yelled, slipping under the bulkhead to safety.

She realised, by the time they were close enough, that it wasn't big enough for the both of them. Time started to move slowly. Willow knew what she had to do. In an instant, she swung Rose beneath the bulkhead. She watched her slide under until it closed, barely missing her hands.

Willow pressed her hands on the doors; Rose's screams on the other side. Her eyes welled up with water as tears slowly dripped down.

"Willow, where are you?" She heard him shout on the other end of the phone. "Willow, did you make it?"

She put the phone up to her ear, her hands shaking. "Sorry, I was a bit slow."

"We can't open them again." He paused. "I wish I could save you."

"Just do something for me, ok?" sniffed Willow. "Look after Rose."

"I will." He replied.

She turned around to see the alien heading her way. Willow stared at the door once more, knowing that this was the end. She would never see James or Jackie again. All of her friends, her family or the Doctor. They were just starting to get to know each other. Now they never would.

"See you, then, Doctor." She blinked, hesitating due to her heavy tears. "It wasn't your fault. Remember that, okay? It wasn't your fault."

She wiped her eyes. "And do you know what? I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

She froze, the creature stood behind her. Willow wiped away the last of her tears. "At least I did something good before I died." She dropped the phone onto the floor, closing her eyes.

"Exterminate!" It yelled.

***

The Doctor swallowed hard, realising he killed Willow. A girl he promised to protect, and he killed her. Her first and last adventure.

"I killed her." He hesitated.

"I'm sorry." He heard Van Statten say.

"I said I'd protect her. She was only here because of me, and you're sorry? I could've killed that Dalek in it's cell, but you stopped me." His anger grew.

He hesitated for a moment. "It was the prize of my collection!"

The Doctor snapped, storming up to Van Statten. "Your collection? But was it worth it? Worth all those men's deaths? Worth Willow? 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 pleaded.

"You just want to drag the stars down and stick them underground, underneath tons of sand and dirt, and label them. You're about as far from the stars as you can get." The Doctor quietened down. "And you took her down with you. She was twenty-three years old."

***

She heard a zap hit the door. Willow paused for a moment and opened her eyes, looking to her right to see a scorch mark barely missing her.

She turned to look at the Dalek. "Go on then, kill me." Willow paused; the creature did not reply. "Why're you doing this?"

"I am armed. I will kill. It is my purpose." It responded.

"They're all dead because of you." She cried.

"They are dead because of us."

"And now what? What're you waiting for?" She shouted at it through its metal casing, talking to the thing inside.

"I feel your fear."

"What do you expect?" She yelled back in anger.

"Daleks do not fear. Must not fear." Her anger turned into confusion.

Daleks? Those were the creatures in her dreams. They were killing everyone; the people were screaming. All of a sudden, it started shooting at either side of her as if it was trying to aim at me but it, somewhat, couldn't.

"Rose Tyler gave me life. What else has she given me? I am contaminated." It cried in fear.

***

Adam and Rose entered the office, out of breath. Rose ran to the Doctor and embraces her in a hug. The Doctor lifted his head at Adam, dropping Rose and striding over to Adam.

"You were quick on your feet, leaving Rose and Willow behind." He shouted.

He protested. "I'm not the one who sealed the vault!"

The screen switched on again revealing the Dalek and Willow. The Doctor and Rose gasped in shock.

"Open the bulkhead or Willow Hughes dies." The Dalek shouted.

"You're alive!" He cried in joy.

"Can't get rid of me." Willow joked.

The Doctor blinked back tears "I thought you were dead."

"Open the bulkhead!" The Dalek screamed, interrupting the heartfelt moment.

Willow shouts "Don't do it!"

"What use are emotions if you will not save the woman you love?" It says.

Love? The Doctor only just met her. Why would he love her? Perhaps there was a reason he wanted her to come with him. The Doctor's face turned solemn, he turned to Rose who nodded in return.

"I killed her once. I can't do it again." He flicked a switch, opening the doors. He saw the Dalek force Willow through the doors as the screen went black.

"What do we do now, you bleeding heart. What the hell do we do?" Van Statten shouts.

"Kill it when it gets here." Adam suggested.

Goddard thought for a moment. "All the guns are useless, and the alien weapons are in the vault."

"Only the catalogued ones." Adam smiles.

***

The two exited the bulkheads, the Dalek pushed her along like a toy. They wandered down a corridor, into a lift. Silence was all that remained.

She swallowed hard, hesitation lingering. "I'm begging you, don't kill them. You didn't kill me."

"But why not?" It turned its head, the eye-stalk nearly whacking her in the face. "Why are you alive? My function is to kill. What am I? What am I?"

Why was it questioning itself? It was like it didn't understand why it was alive. The way the Doctor described the Daleks; he thought they were monsters. So, what was this?

Biting her lip, she decided to ask it a few more questions to test how human it truly was. "Do you have a name?"

It lowered the eye-stalk, looking depressed. "Before."

"Were you like us?"

"Once." It stared at her. "My creator took everything from me. I am alone."

Willow could see it now. The Dalek was becoming too human that it was wondering who they were. There was a ding and the lift stopped, signalling that they had arrived at Van Statten's office. The doors opened, revealing Van Statten leaning on his desk. A look of terror flashed on his face.

"Don't move. Don't do anything. It's beginning to question itself." Willow breathed slowly as the Dalek started moving forward.

"Van Statten. You tortured me. Why?" It demanded.

"I wanted to help you. I just, I don't know. I was trying to help." He talked quickly making his words a tad slurred. The Dalek forced him back onto the wall as he shouted more gibberish. "I thought if we could get through to you, if we could mend you. I wanted you better. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I swear, I just wanted you to talk!"

"Then hear me talk now. Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!" It screamed.

She stepped up to it, getting in the way. "Don't do it! Don't kill him! You don't have to do this anymore. There must be something else, not just killing. What else is there? What do you want?"

"I want freedom." It sighed.

***

They headed up to Level One, which was the nearest to land, to comply with the Dalek's wishes. The pair stopped as soon as they saw the writing on the wall, informing them that they had arrived.

It aimed its gun at the ceiling, blasting it open and letting in the sunlight. It reflected on the Dalek's metal casing.

She smiled at it. "You're out. You made it. I never thought I'd feel the sunlight again."

"How does it feel?" It asked before opening its bronze armour to unveil an octopus creature with one eye like the eye-stalk.

The Dalek extended its tendril out into the sunlight as if to touch it; to feel it. For a moment, it felt slightly beautiful to see a creature of hate touch the light.

"Get out of the way." She heard a familiar northern voice come from behind. Willow turned around to find herself face to face with the Doctor, holding an alien weapon. "Willow, get out of the way now!"

She looked on in disgust. "No. I won't let you do this."

"That thing killed hundreds of people." He argued.

"It's not the one pointing the gun at me." She yelled, making a statement.

"I've got to do this. I've got to end it. The Daleks destroyed my home, my people. I've got nothing left." He spat.

Willow blinked, thinking for a second. "They destroyed your planet?"

"Yes." He snapped at her. "And that will do the same to this planet too!"

"You can't see it though!" Willow turned towards the Dalek. "Look at it."

"What's it doing?" He asked, slowly dropping his gun.

"It's the sunlight, that's all it wants." She pled.

"But it can't" He insisted, believing it to be impossible.

"It couldn't kill Van Statten, it couldn't kill me. It's changing." Willow glanced back at him. "What about you, Doctor? What the hell are you changing into?"

"I couldn't. I wasn't." He hesitated. "Oh, Willow. They're all dead."

"Why do we survive?" The Dalek questioned.

The Doctor lowered his weapon. "I don't know."

"I am the last of the Daleks." The mutant pulsed.

"You're not even that." He said. "Rose did more than regenerate you. You've absorbed her DNA. You're mutating."

"Into what?"

"Something new." He paused. "I'm sorry."

"Isn't that better?" Willow queried.

He shook his head. "Not for a Dalek."

"I can feel so many ideas. So much darkness." It cried. "Willow, give me orders. Order me to die."

She swallowed hard as if something was forced down my throat. "I can't do that."

"This is not life. This is sickness. I shall not be like you." It screamed. "Order my destruction! Obey! Obey! Obey!"

Willow took a deep breath, tears forming in her eyes. "Do it."

"Are you frightened, Willow Hughes?" It asked.

"Yeah." She blinked back the tears.

"So am I." Willow watched as a single drop of water fell from its eye. "Exterminate."

The Dalek shut its casing as she retreated towards the Doctor. He held her close, so she couldn't see the creature destroy itself.

***

The Doctor, Rose and Willow headed back to the TARDIS. She watched as the lights flickered just as before. Willow felt sick to the stomach, knowing that she had ordered someone's death, and it was horrible.

"A little piece of home. Better than nothing." The Doctor smiled.

Rose leaned on the TARDIS. " Is that the end of it, the Time War?"

"I'm the only one left. I win. How about that?"

"The Dalek survived. Maybe some of your people did too." suggested Willow.

"I'd know. In here." He tapped his head. "Feels like there's no one."

"Well then, good thing we're not going anywhere." Rose smiled.

The Doctor flashed a grin. "Yeah."

Adam came running up just as the Doctor started to unlock the TARDIS door. "We'd better get out. Van Statten's disappeared. They're closing down the base. Goddard says they're going to fill it full of cement like it never existed."

"About time," Willow said in annoyance.

Adam's face saddened. "I'll have to go back home."

"Better hurry up then. Next flight to Heathrow leaves at fifteen hundred hours." The Doctor says, checking his watch.

Rose stood next to Adam. "Adam was saying that all his life he wanted to see the stars."

Oh god, she wasn't.

"Tell him to go and stand outside, then." He joked.

Willow laughed alongside him, hoping that he wouldn't let him on board.

"He's all on his own, Doctor, and he did help."

"He left us down there," She argued.

"What're you talking about? We've got to leave." Adam said.

"Plus, he's a bit pretty." The Doctor pointed out.

"He's not in my 'pretty' book though!" giggled Willow.

"I hadn't noticed." She beamed.

"On your own head." The Doctor unlocked the TARDIS doors and stepped inside.

Willow rolled her eyes, sighing. "Fine."

"What're you doing? She said cement. She wasn't joking. We're going to get sealed in." Adam yelled from outside. "What're you doing? She said cement. She wasn't joking. We're going to get sealed in."

He shouted into the box once more. "Doctor? What're you doing standing inside a box? Rose?" He crept inside, just before they dematerialised.

***

Willow sat on the TARDIS steps, huddling her knees as Rose and Adam looked around the console. The Doctor wandered off, leaving them to their own devices. She felt ill like something was rising up in her throat. She kept thinking about the Dalek and its horrible death. Before, Willow had thought travelling with the Doctor was going to be fun and incredible, but the universe really was a bad place.

Although, she really did feel sick. Like she was actually going to throw up. Every sound she heard pierced through her like a burning hot needle. Footsteps and even the sound of dust moving in the air hurt.

Willow had a banging headache, pounding every second like drums.

"Can't you hear them?"

I can't breathe.

"The drums. The drums! The never-ending drumbeat!"

I can't think.

"The call to WAR!"

She was shaken awake when a hand landed on my shoulder. Willow glanced up to see the Doctor, looking down at her with a solemn face.

"You ok?" He asked.

She stood up, brushing her hair back into place and pretending she was alright. "I'm fine, Doctor."

He paused. "I know it's hard-"

"I watched something die!" Her words burst out whilst holding back tears. "It wasn't even a thing! It was alive!"

He didn't say anything; instead, he pulled her into an embrace, causing her tears to flood out. Rose and Adam left the room after noticing she was emotional.

After a while, Willow broke free from his grip. Wiping the last of her tears away. "But we move on, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"I'm going to rest for a bit in my room. If you don't mind." She told him.

"It's fine. Come out when you're ready." He raced back up to console as Willow left the room; still feeling ill.

When she got to her bedroom, she laid down on her cosy bed. Her eyes struggled to stay open as she was slowly drifting off into a deep sleep.

She never even noticed gold dust seeping out of her mouth, into the TARDIS walls.

***

So the next chapter will not be The Long Game (I have a strong disliking for the episode) instead it will be an interlude called 'The Longest Dream'. To be honest I just want to get rid of Adam as soon as possible because I really don't like him. He's a selfish brat!

But anyway! I've almost got up to 70 reads on this book! Wow! It's incredible that so many people have read my book! It's just unbelievable! Thank you so much for reading 😁

EDIT: Added a bit more to the chapter, including a few extra lines and building up a better relationship between Willow and the Dalek.

- Alice ❤