𝟘𝟜𝟝 ▹ 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪'𝕤 𝔼𝕟𝕕 (ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟛)
“TRANSMAT ENGAGED,” A DALEK informs.
“No!” 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. “I’ve got you. It’s all right.”
“Don’t move, all of you. Stay still.” The Doctor’s hand touches the forcefield around him, lighting it up.
“Guard them!” Davros barks. “On your knees, all of you. Surrender!”
“Do as he says.”
“Mum, I told you not to,” Rose berates her mother.
Jackie kneels. “Yeah, but I couldn’t leave you.”
“The final prophecy is in place,” Davros infroms. “The 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.
“Activate planetary alignment field,” the Red Dalek informs.
The planets glow.
“Universal Reality detonation in two hundred rels.”
“You can’t, Davros!” the Doctor pleads. “Just listen to me! Just stop!”
“Ah, ha, ha, ha!” Davros cackles. “Nothing 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. “But that’s...”
“Impossible,” 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.
“Brilliant,” Jack says with a wide grin.
Then the Metacrisis Doctor runs across the floor.
“Don’t!” the original Time Lord yells, but too late.
Davros zaps the Metacrisis version and he drops the gizmo in pain.
“Activate holding cell,” Davros orders.
Donna runs out of the TARDIS and grabs the gizmo.
“Doctor!” the redhead yells. “I’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.
“Donna! Donna!” one of the Doctor’s exclaims, but Violet isn’t looking so she can’t tell which it was. “Are you alright, Donna?”
“Destroy the weapon,” Davros orders, a Dalek obeying instantly. “I was wrong about your warriors, Doctor. They are pathetic.”
“How comes there are two of you?” Rose asks.
“Human Biological Metacrisis,” the Metacrisis Doctor informs. “Never mind that. Now we’ve got no way of stopping the Reality Bomb.”
“Stand witness, Time Lord. Stand witness, Humans,” Davros cheers. “Your strategies have failed, your weapons are useless, and. Oh. The end of the universe has come.”
Violet laughs. “I am not Human.”
The Red Dalek counts down. “Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.”
An alarm sounds.
“Mmm, 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.
“Donna, you can’t even change a plug,” the Doctor exclaims.
“Do you want to bet, Time Boy?” Donna laughs.
“You’ll suffer for this,” Davros threatens.
Donna lifts a lever and Davros’ electrical zap travels up his arm.
“Oh, bio-electric dampening field with a retrograde field arc inversion.”
Donna works more controls on the panel, disarming the Daleks easily. “Phwor. Macrotransmission of a K-filter wavelength blocking Dalek weaponry in a self-replicating energy blindfold matrix.”
“How did you work that out?” the Doctor asks, confused. “You’re...”
“Time Lord,” the Metacrisis Doctor informs. “Part Time Lord.”
“Part Human. Oh, yes,” Donna cheers. “That was a two-way biological metacrisis. Half Doctor, half Donna.”
“The Doctor Donna,” Violet yells. “Just like the Ood said, remember?”
The Doctor grins. “They saw it coming. The Doctor Donna.”
“Holding cells deactivated. And seal the Vault,” Donna calls, hitting more buttons. “Well, don’t just stand there, you skinny boys in suits. Get to work.”
“Stop them!” Davros orders as the two Doctors and Violet run over to the controls. “Get them away from the controls.”
“And spin.” Donna flips a switch and the Daleks spin around on the spot. “And the other way.”
“What did you do?” the Metacrisis Doctor asks.
“Trip switch circuit-breaker in the psychokinetic threshold manipulator.”
“But that’s brilliant!”
“Why did we never think of that?” the Doctor asks his Metacrisis duplicate.
“Because you two were just Time Lords, you dumbos,” Violet laughs. “Lacking that little bit of Human.”
“That gut instinct that comes hand in hand with Planet Earth,” Donna agrees. “I 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.”
“Ha!” 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.
“Out 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. “Au revoir, you bastard!”
“Good to see you again,” Sarah Jane says with a smile.
“Oh, you too,” Rose replies.
“Ready?” Donna asks. “And reverse.”
Donna and the Doctors pull out pairs of rods, and the planets disappear one by one.
“Off you go, Clom,” the Doctor says.
“Back home, Adipose Three,” the Metacrisis Doctor decrees.
“Shallacatop, Pyrovillia and the Lost Moon of Poosh,” Donna lists. “Sorted. Ha!”
“We need more power!”
“Is anyone going to tell us what’s going on?” Rose asks, completely shocked.
“He 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. “But, 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.”
“So there’s three of you?” Sarah Jane asks in amazement.
“Three Doctors?” Rose muses.
Jack looks down and stumbles over his words for a second. “I can’t tell you what I’m thinking right now.”
“Oh, but I can tell what you’re thinking.” Violet smirks and wraps her arms around Jack. “Considering I’m here, doesn’t that really make four Doctors?”
She doesn’t miss Jack’s shudder.
“You’re so unique the timelines were converging on you,” the Doctor says. “Human being with a Time Lord brain.”
“But you promised me, Dalek Caan,” Davros snarls. “Why did you not foresee this?”
“Oh, I think he did,” the Doctor says. “Something’s been manipulating the timelines for ages, getting Donna Noble to the right place at the right time.”
“This would always have happened,” Dalek Caan explains. “I only helped, Doctor.”
“You betrayed the Daleks,” Davros yells.
“I saw the Daleks. What we have done, throughout time and space, I saw the truth of us, Creator, and I decreed, no more!”