Bailee's POV -
We're sat in Bracewells lab, when a Dalek rolls in. "Would you care for some tea?" It just sounds so wrong, coming from their speakers, after all The Doctor has told us about their violence.
"That would be very nice, thank you." Bracewell replies.
"All right, Prof. Now, the PM's been filling me in. Amazing things, these Ironsides of yours. Amazing. You must be very proud of them." The Doctor speaks up, after a few minutes of sitting quietly. Bracewell looks nervous.
"Just doing my bit." He replies.
"Not bad for a Paisley boy." I say, looking at Amy and grinning.
"Yes, I thought I detected a familiar cadence in your friend." Bracewell says happily.
"How did you do it? Come up with the idea?" The Doctor demands.
"How does the muse of invention come to anyone?" Bracewell replies.
"But you get a lot of these clever notions, do you?" The Doctor presses.
"Well, ideas just seem to teem from my head. Wonderful things, like. Let me show you. Some musings on the potential of hypersonic flight. Gravity bubbles that can sustain life outside of the terrestrial atmosphere. Came to me in the bath." Bracewell explains. Even I can tell they aren't his ideas, they haven't even thought of that when Amy and I were living in Leadworth.
"And are these your ideas or theirs?" The Doctor asks.
"Oh no, no, no. These robots are entirely under my control, Doctor. They are." Bracewell insists, as the Dalek brings him his tea.
"Thank you. The perfect servant, and the perfect warrior." He says pointedly to The Doctor.
"I don't know what you're up to, Professor, but whatever they've promised, you cannot trust them. Call them what you like, the Daleks are death." The Doctor kept trying to persuade them.
"Yes, Doctor. Death to our enemies. Death to the forces of darkness, and death to the Third Reich." Winston explains, still believing the Daleks are not dangerous.
"Yes, Winston, and death to everyone else too." The Doctor says, in the voice someone would use to address a toddler.
"Would you care for some tea?" The Dalek asks The Doctor. He knocks the tray from the Dalek's sucker.
"Stop this! What are you doing here? What do you want?" He shouts at it.
"We seek only to help you." The Dalek replies.
"To do what?" The Doctor shouts again.
"To win the war."
"Really? Which war?" He asks it scathingly, although dropping his voice from a shout.
"I do not understand."
"This war, against the Nazis, or your war? The war against the rest of the Universe? The war against all life forms that are not Dalek?" The Doctor says. If he's not careful he's going to end up giving the Daleks ideas.
"I do not understand. I am your soldier."
The Doctor loses it, shouting once more. "Oh, yeah? Okay. Okay, soldier, defend yourself." He picks up a huge spanner and starts hitting the Dalek.
"Doctor, what the devil?" Winston looks incredulously at The Doctor.
"You do not require tea?" The Dalek asks.
"Stop him! Prime Minister, please." Bracewell shouts.
"Doctor, what the devil? Please, these machines are precious." Winston insists, but The Doctor is past listening.
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The Doctor And I
FanfictionDoctor Who Fanfiction! Join Bailee, Amy, and Rory as they travel the universe with their beloved raggedy man. Bailee is Amy's best friend. Always has been, always will be, they're as close as sisters. But one day The Doctor crashes in Amy's garden a...
