Lego Doctor Who - The Lost Child - 3

Did I have the right?

 

Of course you had the right.

 

That doesn’t mean I should have.

 

But you did.

 

And you’re pleased with that?

 

You aren’t?

 

Of course I’m not.

 

You sound unsure.

 

Because it’s not the first time we’ve been responsible for genocide, is it?

 

Nor will it be our last.

 

Yes it will. I won’t allow another.

 

The Daleks were a plague on this universe. Left unchecked they were far too great a threat to be allowed to continue. You had no choice. We had no choice.

 

We always have a choice.

 

Do we? How many times have you slaughtered Daleks without a second thought?

 

You already know the answer to that.

 

Yet now you regret? Were it not for the Daleks the universe would be a better place! Gallifrey would not be lost! You’d be able to sleep at night without hearing the screaming children. Donna would have still been with you! The Master wouldn’t have lost his mind. What we did was for the greater good.

 

So you like to keep saying. But good is a point of view.

 

Not in this case.

 

I disagree.

 

Of course you do. You always do.

 

What do you want from me? Are you not content with what you did?

 

I was. I’m just disgusted that you intervened and cut my time short.

 

You had to be stopped.

 

You mean, we had to be stopped.

 

That wasn’t me.

 

Oh yes it was, and you know it. That’s why you forced the regeneration, hoping it would purge me from your brain. Trying to remember what the Master said about me, all those years ago?

 

You’re not part of me.

 

I am, and you hate it. I’ve always been part of you. You’ve just been hesitant to use me.

 

I don’t believe you.

 

Whether or not you believe me is irrelevant. The facts show otherwise. Not just what we did in that last body, but what we did in the Time War.

 

We had no choice when we fought in the war.

 

Just as we had no choice with Davros.

 

No. We had a choice in that situation. But we made the wrong choice. We decided to treat him exactly as his creations would. We chose to be Daleks.

 

Davros always did remark on how well we’d function as one of his creations. Fuelled simply hate, killing all who stand in our way.

 

I would never kill. I am not a Dalek.

 

Oh don’t act so naïve. You’ve done it countless times before, and you’ll continue to do it until this body expires. Do I even have to mention the Time War again? Several Dalek legions didn’t simply evolve into dust by themselves, and there was only one Timelord who mastered the chronic tripwire perfectly.

 

….

 

Nothing to say?

 

What do you want?

 

What I am rightfully owed. A life to myself. One without your self-righteous interference.

 

You should never have access to so much power.

 

And you should? We’re two sides of the same person you and I. Deny it all you want but you’re just as deadly as I am. The sole difference is that you’re afraid of me. You hold me back. But every once in a while, you drop the disguise, and out I come to save the day.

 

So you like to believe. All you crave is destruction, the admiration of billions and power.

 

You don’t?

 

This isn’t why we left Gallifrey.

 

Why you left Gallifrey. You ran from Gallifrey, Doctor, fearing what you saw when you stared into the untempered schism millennia ago. You never told anyone what you saw, out of fear that it would become reality.

 

No-one remembers what they see in the untempered schism.

 

But you did. Didn’t you Doctor? What made you run?

 

You know full well what it was.

 

I do. But I like to hear you say it.

 

Never.

 

What do you hope to accomplish now though? Gallifrey has been lost ever since your first thirteen incarnations froze it in a pocket universe, and you have spent the entirety of your second cycle trying to find it. Your friends have long since passed and thanks to your unwelcome meddling, we’re now on body twenty-four with no regenerations left.

 

We both know that’s a lie. A Timelord can always regenerate beyond the limits of his regeneration cycle.

 

That’s suicide.

 

Indeed. So I’d tread carefully if I were you. Push me too far and I’ll destroy us both.

 

You’d seriously go that far, just to keep me in line? I’m flattered.

 

Don’t be. With Gallifrey lost there’s no chance of us separating anytime soon, so if I must, I’ll take you down with me.

 

How noble. The wannabe hero is willing to kill himself, all to save the universe from himself.

 

I won’t let you do to others what you did to Davros.

 

You may not have a choice.

 

Neither may you.

 

Fighting words. How exciting. So are you going to see what we got with this new body or what?

 

I hope I’m not ginger.

 

Yes, we had rather hyped it up a bit in our head thinking it would be exciting.

 

The hair always made choosing clothes a nightmare.

 

I said we should have tried the scarf. It probably would have done wonders alongside our majestic hair.

 

A bow tie would have suited it more.

 

Oh come on, I thought we grew out of bowties.

 

Of course not.

 

Please don’t tell me that means you’re going to make us wear one for this incarnation.

 

That depends on how well you behave.

 

Threatening me with a bow tie? I’d be shocked if it wasn’t the sixth time you’ve used a bow tie to threaten someone.

 

The floor feels cold.

 

Clearly she’s landed.

 

I suppose we’ll have to find out where. Now where’s the mirror?

 

Oh, I deleted it from the desktop theme.

 

Delightful. I guess I’ll have to do this the old fashioned way. I hope you’ve not left the old girl in a mess.

 

Vale: Samuel! This isn’t a police box it’s…..it’s….what the hell is this!?

 

Sounds like we have neighbours. Hope they’re nice.

 

Intruders more like. We should activate the defences.

 

Don’t be silly, clearly someone’s curiosity has made them wonder what a 1960’s police telephone box is doing…wherever we are. Where has she taken us?

 

Samuel: What are you talking about old ma……what the….what….what is this?

 

The Doctor: It’s called the Tardis.

 

Samuel: What?

 

Vale: Where did you come from?

 

Samuel: Tardis?

 

The Doctor: Time And Relative Dimension In Space.

 

Samuel: An acronym?

 

The Doctor: Clearly.

 

Samuel: How did it get in here without breaching the hull?

 

The Doctor: Well it’s a long stor….wait…When you say hull do you mean ship hull or Hull, the city in Yorkshire?

 

Vale: Hull city?

 

The Doctor: Clearly ship hull if you don’t know what Hull is. Can’t say I blame you it’s relatively boring there until 4567. Clearly we’re either in the past or far future. Well that’s an interesting question young…….errr…your name?

 

Samuel: Samuel, Samuel Chase and this is Vale.

 

The Doctor: Pleased to meet you. I’m the Doctor.

 

Samuel: Doctor? Doctor Who?

 

I love it when they ask that.

 

Of course you would.

 

Done