𝟘𝟜𝟚 ▹ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟 𝔼𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙 (ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟝)
THE SCREEN GOES BLANK, making Violet panic for a moment, but then she realises that they can still hear each other.
“Oh,” the Doctor says in surprise.
“We’ve lost them,” Donna says.
“No, no, no, no, no. There’s another signal coming through. There’s someone else out there. Hello? Can you hear me? Rose?”
“Your voice is different, and yet its arrogance is unchanged,” an all too familiar voice rasps, an image appearing on the screen.
“No,” Sarah Jane breathes. “But he’s dead.”
Violet freezes, her eyes widened to their limits and full of unadulterated fear. Her entire body is quaking and her eyes are filling with tears, her breathing shaking and erratic, all colour draining from her face and leaving behind a pale white colour; paler than her natural colour. Her right hand latches on to the closest person to her, which turns out to be Jack, and her hold is like iron - her fingers digging into his arm with a bruising force and her unusually long fingernails digging into his bared skin, drawing blood.
Jack barely flinches, his free hand coming to rest atop the one of hers latched onto his arm, not as fearful as Violet is, but still rather scared. He knows that when the young girl is scared of something, he should be afraid too, but for terror this pure and Human, he isn’t quite sure how to feel. So, in light of that, Jack simply places his hand on Violet’s as Ianto steps up behind her and takes hold of the quaking, limp hand resting on the desk in front of them.
“Welcome to my new Empire, Doctor,” the rasping voice declares with ancient glee. “It is only fitting that you should bear witness to the resurrection and the triumph of Davros, lord and creator of the Dalek race.”
“Doctor?” Donna asks.
“Have you nothing to say?”
“Doctor, it’s all right. We’re, we’re in the TARDIS. We’re safe.”
“But you were destroyed. In the very first year of the Time War, at the Gates of Elysium,” the Doctor growls. “I saw your command ship fly into the jaws of the Nightmare Child. I tried to save you.”
“But it took one stronger than you,” Davros says. “Dalek Caan himself.”
“I flew into the wild and fire,” Dalek Caan cackles with insanity. “I danced and died a thousand times.”
“Emergency Temporal Shift took him back into the Time War itself.”
“But that’s impossible,” the Doctor breathes. “The entire War is Time Locked.”
“And yet he succeeded,” Davros laughs. “Oh, it cost him his mind, but imagine: a single, simple Dalek succeeded where Emperors and Time Lords have failed. A testament, don’t you think, to my remarkable creations?”
“And you made a new race of Daleks.”
“I gave myself to them, quite literally. Each one grown from a cell of my own body.” Davros opens his tunic to reveal his bare ribs with just a few nerve endings over them, and his internal organs inside. “New Daleks. True Daleks. I have my children, Doctor. What do you have, now?”
“After all this time, everything we saw, everything we lost, I have only one thing to say to you. Bye!” He throws a lever and the TARDIS flies off.
Alarms blare in the Torchwood Hub only moments later and Violet rips herself out of her stupor, molten rage taking place of the icy fear that had her frozen. She leaps up from her seat and flies up the stairs to Jack’s office, tearing open her bag until she finds her homemade alien blasters she put in there when she found them the other day locked away in the Archives in the Hub. Violet grins and attaches the holsters to her thighs, slipping the blasters into the holsters before sprinting back down to the others.
“Gwen, Dalek saucer heading for the Bay,” Ianto calls. “They’ve found us.”
“Martha, open that Indigo device,” Jack orders. “Now listen to me. Lift the central panel. There’s a string of numbers that keep changing, but the fourth number keeps oscillating between two different digits. Tell me what they are.”
“It’s a four and a nine,” Martha tells him. “We could never work out what that was.”
“Yeah, that’s the teleport base code, and that’s all I need, to get this thing working again.” Jack activates the teleport function on his Vortex Manipulator and grins at Violet. “Oscillating four and nine. Thank you, Martha Jones.”
Gwen gives Jack a big weapon, and Violet rolls her eyes at the obnoxious thing. She pats her altered Nighthawk Heinie Lady Hawk Compact 9mm pistols and winks at Ianto, making the male smile in amusement. Violet kisses the man for a final time before walking over to Jack, linking left hand’s fingers with his right and smiling sadly at Ianto. Jack sighs and squeezes his lover’s hand comfortingly, smiling briefly down at the physically younger girl.
“We have to go. I’ve got to find the Doctor, and Violet, well, she’s just gonna tag along for the ride” Jack informs. “I’ll come back. I’m coming back.”
Violet shakes her head and smiles. “I’ve got to find my other stupid husband with the help of this stupid husband. I’m not sure whether I’m going to be coming back with Jack or not.”
“Don’t worry about us,” Gwen says with a smile. “Just go.”
“We’ll be fine,” Ianto confirms.
“You’d better be,” Jack says.
Jack and Violet vanish, leaving Ianto and Gwen to deal with whatever comes through the doors to the Torchwood Hub. They appear in a deserted street not too far from where the Doctor and Donna, and soon Rose, are. Jack readies his weapon and Violet pulls her alien blasters from their holsters, a slightly maniacal expression on her face as she looks around. It’s been probably close to a century since she’s held these guns, and she’s missed the feeling of power they give her.
The last time she held them, lots of beings died.
“Don’t lose yourself, little love,” Jack half pleads, half orders.
Violet looks up at him and gives him a wild grin. “No promises, Jacky Boy.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. Just a little on edge, and paranoid, because these things have helped me kill so many people - alien and Human - and I’ve kinda missed how invincible and wild they make me feel.”
Jack smiles slightly. “That’s why I took them from you. You almost got us both killed last time.”
Violet laughs. “Oh, fuck off! That was you, love. You almost got us killed.”
: : : :
Rose has collects her gun and makes a phone call. “Control, I need another shift. Lock me onto the TARDIS, now.” The blonde hangs up and faces Donna’s family. “Right, I’m going to find him. Wish me luck.”
“Oh, good luck,” Sylvia says.
Wilf smiles. “Yeah, good luck, sweetheart.”
Rose vanishes in a blinding flash.
: : : :
Street near a Church
Jack and Violet are walking down a street when two familiar voices sound in the isolated, no, abandoned area. They both smile and quicken their pace.
“Like a ghost town,” Donna’s voice rings out.
“Sarah Jane said they were taking the people,” the Doctor says. “What for? Think, Donna. When you met Rose in that parallel world, what did she say?”
“Just, the darkness is coming.”
“Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
Violet turns her head to the side and sees that Rose is walking down the street towards the Doctor and Donna. The Doctor runs towards her and Rose herself begins to run. Violet almost does the same, but she hears a Dalek cry “exterminate” and fire. She and Jack teleport from their current position and appear behind the Dalek, just as the Dalek’s ray grazes the Doctor, but still lights him up and knocks him down. Jack and Violet blast the Dalek into pieces and run to the Doctor, Donna doing the same.
Rose gets to the Doctor first. “I’ve got you. It missed you. Look, it’s me, Doctor.”
“Rose,” the Doctor says with a soft smile.
“Long time no see.”
“Yeah. Been busy, you know,” Rose laughs, but it’s cut short when the man in her arms groans. “Don’t die. Oh, my God. Don’t die. Oh my god, don’t die.”
“Get him into the TARDIS, quick,” Jack orders. “Move.”
Jack and Violet heave the Doctor up off the ground and Donna leads them to the TARDIS, Rose hot on their heels. They manage to get inside and sit the Doctor on the chair, watching as he sort of convulses. Lee runs into the console room and is by Donna’s side within seconds, staring at the Time Lord with confusion and worry. Violet is by the man’s side, worry burning in her grey-blue eyes as she clutches Jack’s hand in her right hand, desperate for something to ground her right now and stop her from going on a murderous rampage, killing every Dalek she comes across.
“What, what do we do?” Donna rambles, clutching her boyfriend. “There must be some medicine or something.”
“Just step back,” Jack orders, pulling Violet away from her second husband as he backs away. “Rose, do as I say, and get back. He’s dying and you know what happens next.”
“What do you mean?” Donna exclaims. “He can’t.”
“Oh, no,” Rose whispers. “I came all this way.”
“What do you mean, what happens next?” Donna demands.
The Doctor’s right hand begins to glow. “It’s starting.”
“Here we go,” Jack says, holding Violet to his body to prevent her from running away. “Good luck, Doctor.”
“Will someone please tell me what is going on?” Donna growls.
“When he’s dying, his er, his body, it repairs itself. It changes,” Rose explains as best she can. “But you can’t!”
“I’m sorry, it’s too late,” the Doctor apologises. “I’m Regenerating.”