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"BRIDGETTE!!!" the Doctor shouted as his friend's unconscious body hit the ground with a muffled thump. Terrified, his fingers found the pulse in her neck, which, to his slight relief, was rapid but strong. He shook her, perhaps harder than was absolutely necessary, and when she didn't wake, turned to his old stand-by: insulting species. "What have you done to her, you oversized rubbish bins ???" When the leader didn't answer, the daleks began murmured among themselves, as well as daleks could, at any rate. "Well?" the Doctor prompted.
"WE HAVE DONE NOTHING!!! IT WOULD APPEAR THAT YOUR COMPANION HAS TAKEN OUR LEADER HOSTAGE!"
"What do you mean?"
"SHE LET HIM INTO HER MIND AND SHE HAS TRAPPED HIM THERE!"
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
He was stalling for time now, keeping his enemies occupied. He was vulnerable right now, and the longer he kept the daleks talking, the longer he had to formulate a plan. A real one this time.
"IT MEANS THAT THE DALEKS WILL BE VICTORIOUS!!!"
Well, that cleared everything up, the Doctor thought. He looked down at Bridgette, whose head he had cradled in his lap. He watched as her brow furrowed, and he realized that the battle was all in her head, literally, and there was nothing he could do.
He should have told her, warned her, when he had first understood what the daleks were trying to do. He should have warned her that they were trying to use her against herself. That they would make her doubt herself.
And now it was too late; she was beyond his help. He didn't dare try going into her mind again; the human brain was a delicate thing, and he was surprised that hers hadn't imploded yet, a dalek consciousness taking up residence alongside her own. If she even survived this...
"YOU'RE WRONG!!!" Bridgette shouted, still unconscious, and the Doctor's hearts skipped a beat. The daleks began to screech indignantly, a loose telepathic link allowing them to react to the duel taking place inside his companion's head. The Doctor's spirits rose; perhaps all was not lost, And no matter how impossible, he would help Bridgette in any way he could.
"Oh, yes!" The Doctor roared at the crowd in front of him, leaping to his feet as carefully as possible. "You hear that? She's not giving up! And neither am I!"
The Doctor whipped his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and began to fiddle with it. He would set it to explode and throw it into the middle of the dalek army. While it wouldn't take out all of them, maybe it would break the psychic link between Bridgette and the lead dalek. Or, he thought for the ump-teenth time, it would at least buy them some time.
Just as the Doctor was about to launch his precious screwdriver to its doom, there was an explosion. The Doctor froze and stared blankly at the instrument still in his hand. It hadn't been the source of the noise, so what...
"RETREAT! RETREAT!"
The daleks? Afraid? The Doctor finally looked up, his eyes coming to rest on the lead dalek.
Or what was left of it, anyway.
The head, if it could be called a head, had been blown to smithereens, igniting a few tongues of flame. The eyestalk had been flung into the air, landing with a metallic clang fifty feet away, and patches of soot marred the previously pristine surface of the creature.
The Doctor had barely had time to take in what was happening when the daleks began to rise into the air. No longer the cohesive army, they scattered back into the sky like a very confused swarm of ants.
And then they were gone. All of them. It would have appeared that the whole thing had never happened, if not for the field of crushed flowers. And the exploded dalek.

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"BRIDGETTE!!!" the Doctor shouted as his friend's unconscious body hit the ground with a muffled thump. Terrified, his fingers found the pulse in her neck, which, to his slight relief, was rapid but strong. He shook her, perhaps harder than was absolutely necessary, and when she didn't wake, turned to his old stand-by: insulting species. "What have you done to her, you oversized rubbish bins ???" When the leader didn't answer, the daleks began murmured among themselves, as well as daleks could, at any rate. "Well?" the Doctor prompted.
"WE HAVE DONE NOTHING!!! IT WOULD APPEAR THAT YOUR COMPANION HAS TAKEN OUR LEADER HOSTAGE!"
"What do you mean?"
"SHE LET HIM INTO HER MIND AND SHE HAS TRAPPED HIM THERE!"
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
He was stalling for time now, keeping his enemies occupied. He was vulnerable right now, and the longer he kept the daleks talking, the longer he had to formulate a plan. A real one this time.
"IT MEANS THAT THE DALEKS WILL BE VICTORIOUS!!!"
Well, that cleared everything up, the Doctor thought. He looked down at Bridgette, whose head he had cradled in his lap. He watched as her brow furrowed, and he realized that the battle was all in her head, literally, and there was nothing he could do.
He should have told her, warned her, when he had first understood what the daleks were trying to do. He should have warned her that they were trying to use her against herself. That they would make her doubt herself.
And now it was too late; she was beyond his help. He didn't dare try going into her mind again; the human brain was a delicate thing, and he was surprised that hers hadn't imploded yet, a dalek consciousness taking up residence alongside her own. If she even survived this...
"YOU'RE WRONG!!!" Bridgette shouted, still unconscious, and the Doctor's hearts skipped a beat. The daleks began to screech indignantly, a loose telepathic link allowing them to react to the duel taking place inside his companion's head. The Doctor's spirits rose; perhaps all was not lost, And no matter how impossible, he would help Bridgette in any way he could.
"Oh, yes!" The Doctor roared at the crowd in front of him, leaping to his feet as carefully as possible. "You hear that? She's not giving up! And neither am I!"
The Doctor whipped his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and began to fiddle with it. He would set it to explode and throw it into the middle of the dalek army. While it wouldn't take out all of them, maybe it would break the psychic link between Bridgette and the lead dalek. Or, he thought for the ump-teenth time, it would at least buy them some time.
Just as the Doctor was about to launch his precious screwdriver to its doom, there was an explosion. The Doctor froze and stared blankly at the instrument still in his hand. It hadn't been the source of the noise, so what...
"RETREAT! RETREAT!"
The daleks? Afraid? The Doctor finally looked up, his eyes coming to rest on the lead dalek.
Or what was left of it, anyway.
The head, if it could be called a head, had been blown to smithereens, igniting a few tongues of flame. The eyestalk had been flung into the air, landing with a metallic clang fifty feet away, and patches of soot marred the previously pristine surface of the creature.
The Doctor had barely had time to take in what was happening when the daleks began to rise into the air. No longer the cohesive army, they scattered back into the sky like a very confused swarm of ants.
And then they were gone. All of them. It would have appeared that the whole thing had never happened, if not for the field of crushed flowers. And the exploded dalek.