Author's note: Hello, and welcome to my fanfic! This is a story I have been working on for the past year. It first started with my character ranting at Amy Pond at the end of Asylum of the Daleks and has only grown from there. I own nothing apart from my OC Rosehanna (Hanna) MacKay (pronounced: MacAye, MacEye, or MacKi).
Hanna MacKay was ordinary. Nothing special, nothing extraordinary. She was just a normal girl. It was three days after her eighteen birthday, in fact. She had spent the last three days staying with a friend and now she was walking home. Her rucksack was heavy, filled with DVDs. They were almost all Doctor Who. It was her one obsession. Her collection was the one thing that made her stand out from anyone else and at that moment it was all safely stowed away in her rucksack. She felt good. Happy. For autumn time the weather was mild though a light breeze pulled on her dark red hair. She smiled as she looked across the moorland that was her home. Although it was a long way to walk into the nearest village she loved living where she did, the house that she shared with her dad and younger brother backed on to the rolling hills and moors of Scotland.
She climbed over a stile and jumped down the other side, loosing her footing slightly and stumbling. She staggered forwards a few steps and the ground seemed to give way beneath her. She fell forwards, closing her eyes tightly as she tumbled and rolled downwards, the moorlands spinning in front of her eyes had made her feel sick. All she could hear was her own pulse in her ears. Suddenly she stopped, the breath being knocked out of her as she hit hard ground. She couldn't smell the moorland any more, which confused her. Slowly she opened her eyes, expecting to see the bright sky above her but instead she was met by a dark ceiling. The ground beneath her wasn't grass any more but instead dark, smooth metal. She groaned and rubbed her head, getting to her feet before properly looking around and having to stifle a shriek of shock as she found herself face to face with a Dalek. She watched it warily for a moment but when it didn't react she started to look around again, seeing more shapes of motionless Daleks in the gloom. She stepped forward to examine the one closest to her but refrained from touching it. She felt sick and confused, her head spinning as she tried to figure out how she had gone from a field not far from her home to somewhere inside that was full of Daleks. She was instinctively wary even though there was a part of her – the part that lived in the world of the DVDs that were still in her backpack – that just wanted to jump and squeal in excitement. This was a Dalek in front of her. She had no idea where she was or why but right in front of her was a completely motionless Dalek.
She flinched at a sudden burst of light and turned around just in time to see a figure hit the ground not far from where she was standing. Cautiously she crept towards it, glancing around at the Daleks before crouching down beside the figure. It was a young man. Hanna frowned for a moment before her eyes widened and she stepped back with a squeak of glee. She pulled the bag off her back and tugged it open, getting out a container of DVDs and flicking through it. She looked from the discs inside to the unconscious man in front of her. Though judging by the odd green goo that was dripping on his face he wouldn't be unconscious for much longer. In fact even as she stared at him with her mouth open and eyes wide he started to stir. With a gasp of panic he scrambled to his feet and stared at her.
"Uh... who are you?" He asked, looking around. "Where's Amy?"
Hanna grinned at him, "I'm Hanna. Rosehanna MacKay. And you... oh my God, you're Arthur Darvill!"
"No... I'm not." He looked at her in confusion. "I'm Rory Williams. How did you even get here? How long have you been here?"
"Oh, sorry Rory!" She acted like it didn't phase her at all that she had got it wrong but inside her head was reeling. This was Rory Williams. Actually Rory Williams. If it was the actor he would have at least seemed to recognise the name but he hadn't. So presumably this was the real deal. But that was absolutely impossible. She stuffed the DVDs quickly back into her bag and did up the zip before securing the rucksack firmly onto her back again. "I haven't been here long. But this... Oh my God, this must be the Dalek Asylum!"
"Yeah, I'm sorry... have you seen Amy and the Doctor?" He asked her.
"Nope. I've been here all of five minutes. Got here just before you did. Which quite frankly is rather odd. I was in Scotland five minutes ago!"
He shook his head slightly and took a deep breath, "Right, we need to find them. The Doctor might be able to help you with whatever is going on... he's my friend. Well, sort of friend. I travel with him."
"Oh, I know all about the Doctor. The Doctor, Amy Pond and Rory Williams, travelling through all of time and space together. Seeing the sights, fighting monsters. That's the deal, right? Speaking of which, don't you have a job to do here? Or do you get Daleks to fling you at Asylums for fun?"
What she was saying as well as the speed in which she was saying it made Rory decide that the best idea would probably be to keep the strange Scottish girl with him, at least until they could find the others again and figure out what was going to happen to her. "Do you have one of these wrist-anti-Dalek thingies?" He asked her. "That... sounded stupid."
"Nah, it didn't. And no I don't. So really we better be getting on with finding the others. Oh! By the way, I didn't think that your question on the Dalek ship was stupid either. The colour of Dalek casings often is a sign of rank. So asking what colour they would be sounds pretty logical to me."
"Um... thanks? How did you know about that?"
"Magic." She laughed, "I'll explain it to you later if the Doctor thinks it'd be a good idea to. Come on, we better find them before I end up being accidentally Dalekified."
He nodded and turned around, "So where are we?"
She looked around, "Somewhere inside the asylum. I don't know exactly where. Don't touch it!" She added just too late as Rory hesitantly pushed one of the Daleks and it rolled backwards.
He turned to her and then snapped on his torch, sweeping the beam around the room full of Daleks, the dust in the air visible in the light. "Sorry." He half whispered. "They seem to be dead."
"Or dormant." She added ominously, "They could just be dormant from being down here for so long."
He pulled a face, "Possibly, yes. Come on..."
Slowly the pair of them made their way forwards, moving cautiously between all the Daleks. Hanna let out a squeak of excitement, "That's a Special Weapons Dalek!" She pointed at one with no sucker arm, just one massive gun. She looked over at Rory who just raised an eyebrow at her, "Okay, so it's supposed to be scary. But they're all dormant and isn't it gorgeous!" She took a step forwards and circled the Special Weapon Dalek, her eyes shining with unconstrained glee.
Rory sighed, stepping towards a Dalek and examining it, putting a hand on the eye stalk and pulling the domed head around so he could see the other side of it. He took a step back as the head swung back around to its original position.
Hanna turned and saw what he was doing, "Rory, I told you not to touch the Daleks!" She exclaimed.
"Ah..." He turned his head to face her, taking a step back and freezing as his foot knocked against some sort of pipe on the floor and it clattered on the cold metal.
"Don't move." She hissed as the blue light in the Dalek's eye stalk turned on. "Just don't move. Don't do or touch anything." She flinched slightly as with a painful metal screeching the Dalek turned its head to face Rory. Alerted by the noise, more Daleks started to reactivate. Hanna stared at them, her excitement and glee turning instantly into cold fear, "I've changed my mind. Rory, run."
"What?" He looked at her, "But you just said..."
"I know what I just said...!" She snapped, "But there are Daleks in here waking up and who knows how many there are. Let's just get the hell out of here now...!"
"Egg-Egg-Egg-Egg-Eggs..." The monotonous Dalek voice made both of them turn to face it.
"Eggs?" Rory looked around and frowned, "What?"
The Dalek kept repeating 'Eggs' as if stuck.
"You mean those things?" Rory asked, pointing at the sensor globes.
"No, it doesn't mean those things. It means the beginning of a Dalek's favourite word. It's not 'Eggs's it's..."
"Ex-term-i-mate...!" A Dalek intoned slowly, cutting her off.
"Exactly. That! They're waking up, run!" She grabbed Rory's hand and started to run, past all the waking up Daleks and dragging Rory behind her. She could hear the sound of Dalek gunfire behind her and flinched instinctively.
"The door at the end, run for it!" A disembodied voice shouted over the PA system and Hanna didn't need telling twice. She threw herself towards the door, scrambling forwards and tripping, skidding underneath it and turning to make sure Rory was there as the door slammed shut behind them.
She giggled. She just couldn't help it, leaning against the wall and closing her eyes.
"What... what?" Rory glanced at her, panting from fear and the sudden running.
"So. Anyway." The voice over the PA spoke again. "I'm Oswin. What do I call you two?"
"I... I can't... remember..." Rory stared at the ground as he struggled to think.
Hanna looked up at the ceiling, "I'm Hanna. Rosehanna MacKay. And he's Rory Williams."
"Lovely name, Rory." You could hear the smile in Oswin's voice, "First boy I ever fancied was called Rory. Actually, she was called Nina." She added as an afterthought. "I was going through a phase. Just flirting to keep you cheerful."
"I can keep him cheerful myself, thanks," Hanna grinned, "But good to meet you, Oswin. Well, sort of meet you."
"Yeah, and you Hanna." Oswin's voice replied.
They were cut off by a banging and muffled shouts of 'Exterminate.' Rory and Hanna exchanged a glance before starting to walk down the corridor. Rory glanced into a camera and said softly, "Any time you want to start flirting again is fine by me."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Hanna laughed and playfully hit him on the arm, "You saying that I'm not fun company? Or that I won't help keep you distracted from the Daleks. That's so mean!"
He looked at her, "You're also kind of scary. No offence."
She laughed, "Come on, let's get going. Standing around here talking won't get the baby bathed as they say. Though I don't know who 'they' are."
"Right..." He started to walk, the beam from his torch cutting through the gloom.
"Rory..." Hanna said quietly after a moment.
"Hmm?" He turned his head slightly so he could see her.
"I... I'm glad that if I'm here then I'm with you. I'm kind of frightened..." She admitted softly.
"Thanks, I guess. The Doctor would be better at things than me though."
"No, he... he's so very alien. Not good at all the human feelings and stuff. I'm really scared, the nanogenes..."
"You'll be fine. We'll find the Doctor and get out of here. Everything will be fine."
"I hope so..." she mumbled.
"Hey there Binky Boy." Oswin's voice came over the PA again.
"If it's a straight choice, I prefer Nina." Rory replied automatically.
"Who says I was talking to you?" Oswin replied, "Oh this is fun though. The nose and the chin. You two could fence."
"I'd pay to see that." Hanna chimed in.
"There's a door behind you." Oswin continued. "In there, quickly." The door opened and Rory and Hanna moved inside. It instantly closed behind them. "You're safe for now. Pop your shirt off, quick as you like."
"Why?" Rory asked.
"Does there have to be a reason? And again, I could be talking to either of you. You doing all right there, Hanna?"
Hanna laughed softly, "I'm doing just fine thanks, Oswin. All fine and dandy. If not slightly scared. And just a tad terrified. But I'm fine. We'll find the Doctor and I'll be fine. All fine..." She took a deep breath and grinned, "Everything is awesome." She hitched her bag up, tightening the straps against her back.
"What is that in your bag, Hanna? If you don't mind my asking?" Rory looked at Hanna.
"Oh, mostly DVDs. But also a couple of changes of clothes. I've been staying with a friend for a few days." She smiled at him, "Well, staying with a group of friends. It was my birthday."
"Oh... well happy birthday." He looked around, "Where now?"
"Oswin's getting the Doctor to us. So it'll be fine for us to hang around here until she gives us more instructions."
"You know her? Trust her?"
"Um... I don't entirely know her, no... more I've watched her. No, that sounds creepy. This is a TV show..." She closed her eyes, slumping down on a small step and leaning on her knees. She felt oddly at peace, serene.
"Hanna?" Rory crouched down in front of her, "Are you okay?"
She looked up, "Yeah, everything's fine. I don't know what all the fuss is around here though. It seems fine to me."
"No..." He groaned softly as he thought, "This must be something to do with the Nanocloud thing. Hanna, we're in the Dalek asylum and waiting for the Doctor. You're going to be fine though. I promise."
"How? How can you promise that? You know nothing about what's going to happen here next! Around about now Amy is suffering in the exact same way I am! She's becoming more like a Dalek and currently there is nothing the Doctor can do about it. So instead of worrying about me, why don't you worry about her instead! As she's the person you actually know!"
"Hanna, please calm down. Everything's going to be fine. The Doctor will be here soon and he'll fix everything. It's kind of what he does."
Hanna took a deep breath, "Yeah... Yeah it is... He's amazing like that... Rory, I'm scared."
"I know. And you don't have to be. But if you're scared then at least you're not a Dalek."
She smiled weakly, "Yeah, scared isn't Dalek. So it's okay to be scared." She yelped as close by there was a big explosion and the ground beneath them shook, dust falling from the ceiling.
"Oswin, what was that? That was close." Rory looked around.
"It was the Doctor," Hanna replied in the place of the other woman, "set a Dalek to self destruct." She got to her feet, determined if not slightly shaky. "Come on." She grabbed his arm and pulled him in the direction of the explosion until they found a group of dead Daleks and broken casings.
Rory looked around, "Oswin! What happened? Who killed all the Daleks?"
"I told you." Hanna insisted, "It was the Doctor. Just because you don't know me doesn't mean I don't know what I'm talking about. You need to listen to me!"
"Okay, I'm sorry I just expected him to maybe stick around after he'd blown up a group of Daleks like this."
Hanna just pointed in the direction of the Doctor who was walking towards them, his face smudged with dirt and Amy's unconscious form held in his arms. He said nothing but the group of them walked back to the room where Hanna and Rory had come from.