The Man Who Regrets : Doctor Who [1] ✓

44 : Journey’s End (Part 2)

The Vault

“Activate the holding cells,” Davros orders.

Spotlights shine down on the Doctor, Violet and Rose.

“Excellent. Even when powerless, a Time Lord is best contained.”

“Still scared of me, then?”

“It is time we talked, Doctor. After so very long.”

“No, no, no, no, no. We’re not doing the nostalgia tour. I want to know what’s happening right here, right now, because the Supreme Dalek said Vault, yeah? As in dungeon, cellar, prison. You’re not in charge of the Daleks, are you? They’ve got you locked away down here in the basement like, what, a servant? Slave? Court jester?”

“We have an arrangement.”

“No, no, no, no, no. No, I’ve got the word. You’re the Dalek’s pet!”

“So very full of fire, is he not.” Davros turns to Rose with what can be only called a pitiful expression. “And to think you crossed entire universes, striding parallel to parallel to find him again.”

“Leave her alone,” the Doctor warns.

“She is mine to do as I please.”

“Then why am I still alive?” Rose demands.

“Rose, you can’t just ask the Dalek leader why you’re still alive,” Violet sasses. “It’s just not right.”

“You are a strange Human child,” Davros says to Violet before he turns back to addressing Rose’s question. “You must be here. It was foretold. Even the Supreme Dalek would not dare to contradict the prophecies of Dalek Caan.”

Dalek Caan cackles. “So cold and dark. Fire is coming. The endless flames.”

“What is that thing?” Rose asks with disgust.

“You’ve met before,” the Doctor informs. “The last of the Cult of Skaro. But it flew into the Time War, unprotected.”

“Caan did more than that,” Davros rasps with delight. “He saw time. Its infinite complexity and majesty, raging through his mind. And he saw you. Both of you, but not this young one you have with you.”

“This I have foreseen, in the wild and the wind. The Doctor will be here as witness, at the end of everything,” Dalek Caan cries happily. “The Doctor and his precious Children of Time. And one of them will die.”

“Was it you, Caan? Did you kill Donna? Why did the TARDIS door close?” the Doctor rages. “Tell me!”

“Oh, that’s it. The anger, the fire, the rage of a Time Lord who butchered millions. There he is,” Davros taunts. “Why so shy? Show your companions. Show them your true self. Dalek Caan has promised me that too.”

“I have seen, at the time of ending, the Doctor’s soul will be revealed,” Dalek Caan says, twitching in what remains of his metal Dalek shell.

“What does that mean?” the Doctor growls.

Davros chuckles, but it sounds more like he’s choking. “We will discover it together. Our final journey. Because the ending approaches. The testing begins.”

“Testing of what?”

“The Reality bomb.”

: : : :

“Doctor, what happened?” Rose exclaims, watching people fall to pieces on the screen.

“Electrical energy, Miss Tyler,” Davros graciously explains. “Every atom in existence is bound by an electrical field. The Reality bomb cancels it out. Structure falls apart. That test was focused on the prisoners alone. Full transmission will dissolve every form of matter.”

“The stars are going out.”

Violet grits her teeth. “The twenty seven planets. They become one vast transmitter, blasting that wavelength.”

“Across the entire universe. Never stopping, never faltering, never fading,” Davros continues. “People and planets and stars will become dust, and the dust will become atoms, and the atoms will become nothing. And the wavelength will continue, breaking through the Rift at the heart of the Medusa Cascade into every dimension, every parallel, every single corner of creation. This is my ultimate victory, Doctor! The destruction of reality itself!”

: : : :

Elsewhere on the Dalek ship

Jack rolls through a panel in the wall behind Sarah, Jackie and Mickey. “Just my luck. I climb through two miles of ventilation shafts, chasing life signs on this thing, and who do I find? Mickey Mouse.”

“You can talk, Captain Cheesecake,” Mickey teases back.

Mickey and Jack hug.

“Good to see you. And that’s Beefcake.”

“And that’s enough hugging.”

Jack turns to Sarah Jane. “We meet at last, Miss Smith.”

“There is something we can do,” Sarah Jane tells him. “You’ve got to understand. I have a son down there on Earth. He’s only fourteen years old. I’ve brought this.” Sarah holds up a sparkling gem on a chain. “It was given to me by a Verron Soothsayer. He said, this is for the End of Days.”

“Is that a Warp Star?”

“Going to tell me what a Warp Star is?” Mickey asks.

“A warpfold conjugation trapped in a carbonised shell,” Jack explains. “It’s an explosion, Mickey. An explosion waiting to happen.”

: : : :

The Vault

Violet plops down onto the ground and leans back against the force field that is her holding cell, groaning in irritation as she listens to Davros rant about destroying all of reality. The Doctor gives her a somewhat amused look before both of their attentions are drawn to the screen in the Vault, Martha Jones on it, threatening to thwart Davros’ plan by using the Osterhagen Key to blow up the planet.

“She’s good,” Rose admits.

“Who’s that?” Martha asks.

“My name’s Rose. Rose Tyler.”

“Oh, my God. He found you.”

The Doctor and Rose share a look.

“Second transmission, internal,” a Dalek calls.

“Display,” the Red Dalek orders.

Jack appears on the screen and Violet jumps to her feet. “Captain Jack Harkness, calling all Dalek boys and girls.” He holds up the Warp Star, but there are now wires attached to it. “Are you receiving me? Don’t send in your goons, or I’ll set this thing off.”

“He’s still alive,” Rose exclaims. “Oh, my god. That, that’s my mum.”

“And Mickey,” the Doctor says with shock. “Captain, what are you doing?”

“I’ve got a Warp Star wired into the mainframe. I break this shell, the entire Crucible goes up.”

“You can’t! Where did you get a Warp Star?”

“From me,” Sarah Jane says, appearing on the screen. “We had no choice. We saw what happened to the prisoners.”

“Impossible,” Davros says. “That face. After all these years.”

“Davros. It’s been quite a while. Sarah Jane Smith. Remember?”

“Oh, this is meant to be. The circle of Time is closing. You were there on Skaro at the very beginning of my creation.”

“And I’ve learnt how to fight since then. You let the Doctor go, or this Warp Star, it gets opened.”

“I’ll do it,” Jack warns. “Don’t imagine I wouldn’t.”

Violet cackles maniacally, drawing eyes to her as she tilts her head to the side and grins. “Oh, he will do it. It’s been a while since I’ve witnesses a Warp Star explosion, and it’s so very pretty.”

“Now that’s what I call a ransom,” Rose marvels. “Doctor?”

“And the prophecy unfolds,” Davros says happily.

“The Doctor’s soul is revealed,” Dalek Caan giggles. “See him. See the heart of him.”

“The man who abhors violence, never carrying a gun. But this is the truth, Doctor. You take ordinary people and you fashion them into weapons. Behold your Children of Time, transformed into murderers. I made the Daleks, Doctor. You made this.”

“They’re trying to help,” the Doctor protests.

“Already I have seen them sacrifice today, for their beloved Doctor. The Earth woman who fell opening the Subwave Network.”

“Who was that?”

“Harriet Jones,” Rose says. “She gave her life to get you here.”

“How many more? Just think. How many have died in your name?”

Violet laughs with a wide grin for a second slamming her fists against the force field, her expression drastically changing to one of pure, murderous rage. Her voice comes out dead calm, and it makes everyone shiver. “You don’t have any right to even speak of those we’ve lost, even if you don’t mention names.”

“The Doctor,” Davros continues, almost gleefully. “The man who keeps running, never looking back because he dare not, out of shame. This is my final victory, Doctor. I have shown you yourself.”

“Shut the fuck up before I tear you limb from limb, you piece of fucking scum.”

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