CAVERN OF DEATH

Hello! Sorry for the pause between chapters. Had a bit of real life get in the way of my fan fiction writing. Anyway, I finally have a few days to sit here at my desk and watch mother nature puke snow all over central New York state, as it will do. I've got a Doctor Who soundtrack playing and the dreaded blank page staring at me. What's going to happen next? Damned if I know. I just make this stuff up as I go along. This chapter is short because I'm still trying to work out some things in the plot. Chapter 19 is a teaser.

My appreciation goes out to the couple of dozen people out there in the world who've actually taken the time to read this naff ol' story of mine. And, I'll take this time to remind the fanfiction community that Doctor Who is entirely owned by the BBC, bless the Who-folk in Wales. Daleks are owned by the Terry Nation estate. I make no claims. This is just my play time. And I'm having a blast. :-) Cheers, NBG. 16-2-2014

Chapter 19

The Doctor, with Clara trailing slightly behind him, was quickly making his way down the tunnel.

"Do you have any idea where you are going, Doctor?" Clara asked him skeptically.

"Er—away from the Daleks that are trying to kill us, I think. Hopefully?" The Doctor responded tentatively.

There was only the light of the pen torch to guide them, which made the pair slow down somewhat. As the two of them rounded a corner, behind them they heard the shouts of the guards.

"THE WARRIORS HAVE BEEN SUBDUED."

"BUT THE DOCTOR HAS ESCAPED."

"WE MUST FIND THE DOC-TOR!"

"WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER THREE PRISONERS?'

"EXTERMINATE THEM!"

"WE ARE TO KILL THE FIRST DALEK?"

"HE IS NOT THE FIRST DALEK. EXTERMINATE HIM. HE IS NO LONGER OF ANY USE TO US."

"I OBEY!"

"Oh, great. I really wish they hadn't of said that." The Doctor sighed, slowing down.

Clara boggled, "What? Wait! You're not making sense...again. I thought this Davros was your enemy? Does it matter what they do to him? He wanted to kill us. He wants to kill everybody."

"I know, I know." He said, running his fingers through his hair. "Much as I would love a universe without Davros, I can't just walk away from cold-blooded murder, Clara. I just can't. That's not who I am. That's not who I ever want to be. Can you understand that?"

"Yes. Of course I can." She said, fondly. "Why do you think I let you hang out with me?"

"Hang out with you? Wait. Hold the phone." The Doctor turned and looked behind him, a puzzled expression on his face. "Did they just say three otherprisoners?

"Yeah. I guess." Clara shrugged.

"There's me, there's you, there's Davros...then who's—?"

"Are you gonna' just stand there Doctor, or are you going to help me blow this place to kingdom come?" Said an all-too-familiar voice from behind them.

"No. It can't be. Impossible." The Doctor turned. He stared.

At first the Doctor looked dismayed. "Oh no. What are you doing here?" His face slowly spread with a delighted smile. "Never mind. I don't wanna' know. I just am very pleased to see you. Now the Daleks will never know what hit them."

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