Chapter 9: Mondas
She limped her way into the bridge past the Daleks towards Dalek Cin. She had been shot in the thigh by the Twelfth Doctor, and even got punched hard in the jaw by him before she had killed him. “I’ll stop the Cybermen, you focus on figuring out a way to disable the time bubble.”
Dalek Cin turned towards her, “You are hurt, are you for certain you can stop them?”
She smiled, “I am the Ideal, of course, I can stop them.”
“Go then,” Dalek Cin said.
Now, in her TARDIS she flicked a switch and pulled a lever and was off, materializing on Mondas, vworp, vworp. She ran a few scans, the air was breathable, 50 meters away two TARDISes, her blood boiled the Doctor was here! Also in that direction was a door that she needed to go through, which will lead her into the planet. From there she would have to find the core of the world which probably had cables and cords attached to it, at least she would manage it would. The Cybermen had some sort of power source to be able to travel through time and space.
She ran a few more scans. No Cybermen at the moment. She bolted towards the door, she needed to hurry, and she wanted to catch up to the Doctors that were here. She was outside now, there wasn’t any wind and she ran on some sort of tough metal. I already killed two of myself? No! I am the Ideal! She knew that she was the Doctor, who had been turned by a continuity bomb, she knew she had done good for the universe, but now, she burned with hatred. She was in a conflict, humanity called her President of the World, she had saved them time and time again, she remembered her past lives, but the Dalek continuity bomb changed one part of her past a big part. She was the Ideal, she would bring order, she would protect the universe with a militaristic force, that being the Daleks.
“You are the Doctor!” Clara insisted.
The memory of Clara flashed before her, slowing down her run into a slow walk. “Who is Amelia?” Clara asked.
“The first face this face saw. We all change, when you think about it, we’re all different people; all through our lives, and that’s okay, that’s good, you’ve gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be. I will not forget one line of this, not one day, I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me.” the Eleventh Doctor replied.
A tear began to fall down from the Ideal’s face to her chin, then onto the metal ground. She was now remembering different times, what it was like being the Eleventh Doctor, being the Tenth Doctor, the Ninth Doctor, and so on. “I’m brilliant.” the Tenth Doctor stated.
“Do you wanna come with me? ‘Cos if you do, then I should warn you — you’re gonna see all sorts of things. Ghosts from the past. Aliens from the future. The day the Earth died in a ball of flame. It won’t be quiet, it won’t be safe, and it won’t be calm. But I’ll tell you what it will be: the trip of a lifetime!” the Ninth Doctor told Rose.
The Eighth Doctor declared, “I’m a doctor. But probably not the one you’re expecting.”
“Why don’t you do it then?” the Seventh Doctor asked. “Look me in the eye. Pull the trigger End my life.”
She was now nearing the two TARDISes but paid no attention she walked aimlessly forward, but still in the direction where she needed to go.
“Rose, before I go, I just want to tell you: you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And you know what? So was I.” the Ninth Doctor’s last words.
It was like she knew she was the Doctor, but part of her…a huge part of her had been changed into something else. “Gallifrey falls!” the War Doctor exclaimed. That was it! That was the part they changed! The Daleks changed one part of her timeline. Her anger was alive again but not against the Doctor but against Cin. That monster drove her away from doing good, because of the continuity bomb she was now like this conflicting he deserved to die, all the Daleks deserved to die in a fire, but first, she needed to stop the Cybermen. She wiped her remaining tears away, now running towards the door.
THE FIFTEENTH DOCTOR
She followed the Ninth Doctor in this labyrinth-like tunnels.”So, is Rose still around?” the Ninth Doctor asked, the Fifteenth Doctor grimaced.
“Please, don’t ask a question like that again,” she whispered. Not wanting any possibly near Cybermen to hear. They walked side by side slowly down a dimly lit hallway not saying a single word. “So I take it I won’t remember any of this adventure?” the Ninth Doctor asked.
“Correct, the timelines aren’t in sync so after we stop them all, the rest of you, sorry, I should say the rest of me won’t remember this, only me,” the 15th Doctor explained. MARCHING! Could be heard, from behind them. Both Time Lord and Time Lady turned to see a Mondasian Cybermen.
“Identify!” it ordered.
“I’m the Doctor,” both Doctors declared. They glanced at each other then turned their attention back to the Cyberman. It stood their a few seconds before replying.
“We do not need Doctors,” the Cyberman said, it lifted up one of its hands to its chest, preparing to shoot. The 9th Doctor put an arm in front of the 15th Doctor to take the hit, then, a crackling sounded, and the Cyberman’s back exploded. It fell forward onto the ground the Ideal stood before them her hand outstretched sonic in hand.
The 15th Doctor and 9th Doctor took out their sonics. Why is she letting us draw out our sonics? The 15th thought, but she didn’t have time to think she kept her focus on the Ideal. The Ideal smirked, “Doctor, I want to help.”