The Man Who Regrets β–Ή Doctor Who [1] βœ“

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β€œTRANSMAT ENGAGED,” A DALEK informs.

β€œNo!” Martha exclaims. She drops the key as the transmat snatches her away.

Jack drops the Warp Star as he and his group also vanish, but he catches Martha in its place. β€œI’ve got you. It’s all right.”

β€œDon’t move, all of you. Stay still.” The Doctor’s hand touches the forcefield around him, lighting it up.

β€œGuard them!” Davros barks. β€œOn your knees, all of you. Surrender!”

β€œDo as he says.”

β€œMum, I told you not to,” Rose berates her mother.

Jackie kneels. β€œYeah, but I couldn’t leave you.”

β€œThe final prophecy is in place,” Davros infroms. β€œThe Doctor and his children, all gathered as witnesses. Supreme Dalek, the time has come. Now, detonate the Reality bomb!”

An iris in the planetoid cum spaceship opens to reveal the green bomb.

β€œActivate planetary alignment field,” the Red Dalek informs.

The planets glow.

β€œUniversal Reality detonation in two hundred rels.”

β€œYou can’t, Davros!” the Doctor pleads. β€œJust listen to me! Just stop!”

β€œAh, ha, ha, ha!” Davros cackles. β€œNothing can stop the detonation. Nothing and no one!”

However, just as the being says that, a familiar sound fills the air. Violet’s boiling rage becomes replaced with shock as she and Jack share a look, hope glimmering in both their eyes.

The Doctor is in as much shock as them. β€œBut that’s...”

β€œImpossible,” Davros finishes.

The TARDIS materialises and another Doctor appears in the doorway with a gizmo in his hands, startling everyone. Violet blinks in shock, her mind running a million miles an hour as she tries to figure out how there’s two versions of the same man - with the same face, mind you. Her mind flicks to the hand the Doctor lost fighting the Sycorax and she understands - Metacrisis.

β€œBrilliant,” Jack says with a wide grin.

Then the Metacrisis Doctor runs across the floor.

β€œDon’t!” the original Time Lord yells, but too late.

Davros zaps the Metacrisis version and he drops the gizmo in pain.

β€œActivate holding cell,” Davros orders.

Donna runs out of the TARDIS and grabs the gizmo.

β€œDoctor!” the redhead yells. β€œI’ve got it. But I don’t know what to do!”

Davros zaps Donna, sending her flying backwards. Once again the gizmo drops to the floor.

β€œDonna! Donna!” one of the Doctor’s exclaims, but Violet isn’t looking so she can’t tell which it was. β€œAre you alright, Donna?”

β€œDestroy the weapon,” Davros orders, a Dalek obeying instantly. β€œI was wrong about your warriors, Doctor. They are pathetic.”

β€œHow comes there are two of you?” Rose asks.

β€œHuman Biological Metacrisis,” the Metacrisis Doctor informs. β€œNever mind that. Now we’ve got no way of stopping the Reality Bomb.”

β€œStand witness, Time Lord. Stand witness, Humans,” Davros cheers. β€œYour strategies have failed, your weapons are useless, and. Oh. The end of the universe has come.”

Violet laughs. β€œI am not Human.”

The Red Dalek counts down. β€œNine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.”

An alarm sounds.

β€œMmm, closing all Z-neutrino relay loops using an internalised synchronous back-feed reversal loop. That button there.” Donna presses a button on the panel she was thrown against.

β€œDonna, you can’t even change a plug,” the Doctor exclaims.

β€œDo you want to bet, Time Boy?” Donna laughs.

β€œYou’ll suffer for this,” Davros threatens.

Donna lifts a lever and Davros’ electrical zap travels up his arm.

β€œArgh!”

β€œOh, bio-electric dampening field with a retrograde field arc inversion.”

β€œExterminate her!”

Donna works more controls on the panel, disarming the Daleks easily. β€œPhwor. Macrotransmission of a K-filter wavelength blocking Dalek weaponry in a self-replicating energy blindfold matrix.”

β€œHow did you work that out?” the Doctor asks, confused. β€œYou’re...”

β€œTime Lord,” the Metacrisis Doctor informs. β€œPart Time Lord.”

β€œPart Human. Oh, yes,” Donna cheers. β€œThat was a two-way biological metacrisis. Half Doctor, half Donna.”

β€œThe Doctor Donna,” Violet yells. β€œJust like the Ood said, remember?”

The Doctor grins. β€œThey saw it coming. The Doctor Donna.”

β€œHolding cells deactivated. And seal the Vault,” Donna calls, hitting more buttons. β€œWell, don’t just stand there, you skinny boys in suits. Get to work.”

β€œStop them!” Davros orders as the two Doctors and Violet run over to the controls. β€œGet them away from the controls.”

β€œAnd spin.” Donna flips a switch and the Daleks spin around on the spot. β€œAnd the other way.”

β€œWhat did you do?” the Metacrisis Doctor asks.

β€œTrip switch circuit-breaker in the psychokinetic threshold manipulator.”

β€œBut that’s brilliant!”

β€œWhy did we never think of that?” the Doctor asks his Metacrisis duplicate.

β€œBecause you two were just Time Lords, you dumbos,” Violet laughs. β€œLacking that little bit of Human.”

β€œThat gut instinct that comes hand in hand with Planet Earth,” Donna agrees. β€œI can think of ideas you two couldn’t dream of in a million years. Ah, the universe has been waiting for me. Now, let’s send that trip switch all over the ship. Did I ever tell you, best temp in Chiswick? Hundred words per minute.”

β€œHa!” the new Doctor exclaims.

Jack runs into the TARDIS and returns with the honking big guns he and Rose left in there as Donna orders the two Doctors to activate the magnetron to send the twenty-seven planets home. He throws one to Mickey, and the dark-skinned male points his gun at Davros, point blank range, ordering the progenitor of this set of Daleks to remain where he is.

β€œOut of the way.” Jack pushes a spinning Dalek down a corridor, while Sarah and Rose manhandle another one.

Violet rushes away from the controls and kicks another spinning Dalek down another corridor. β€œAu revoir, you bastard!”

β€œGood to see you again,” Sarah Jane says with a smile.

β€œOh, you too,” Rose replies.

β€œReady?” Donna asks. β€œAnd reverse.”

Donna and the Doctors pull out pairs of rods, and the planets disappear one by one.

β€œOff you go, Clom,” the Doctor says.

β€œBack home, Adipose Three,” the Metacrisis Doctor decrees.

β€œShallacatop, Pyrovillia and the Lost Moon of Poosh,” Donna lists. β€œSorted. Ha!”

β€œHa!”

β€œWe need more power!”

β€œIs anyone going to tell us what’s going on?” Rose asks, completely shocked.

β€œHe poured all his Regeneration energy into his spare hand. I touched the hand, and he grew out of that but that fed back into me,” Donna rambles, explaining everything. β€œBut, it just stayed dormant in my head ’til the synapses got that little extra spark, kicking them into life. Thank you, Davros! Part Human, part Time Lord. And I got the best bit of the Doctor. I got his mind.”

β€œSo there’s three of you?” Sarah Jane asks in amazement.

β€œThree Doctors?” Rose muses.

Jack looks down and stumbles over his words for a second. β€œI can’t tell you what I’m thinking right now.”

β€œOh, but I can tell what you’re thinking.” Violet smirks and wraps her arms around Jack. β€œConsidering I’m here, doesn’t that really make four Doctors?”

She doesn’t miss Jack’s shudder.

β€œYou’re so unique the timelines were converging on you,” the Doctor says. β€œHuman being with a Time Lord brain.”

β€œBut you promised me, Dalek Caan,” Davros snarls. β€œWhy did you not foresee this?”

β€œOh, I think he did,” the Doctor says. β€œSomething’s been manipulating the timelines for ages, getting Donna Noble to the right place at the right time.”

β€œThis would always have happened,” Dalek Caan explains. β€œI only helped, Doctor.”

β€œYou betrayed the Daleks,” Davros yells.

β€œI saw the Daleks. What we have done, throughout time and space, I saw the truth of us, Creator, and I decreed, no more!”

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