This was written for Dalek Week on DeviantArt. It was a lot of fun to write. Modern AU concerning Bovril, pies, and Deryn.

I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I've had a lot on my plate-I'm music director for Sweeney Todd (and anyone in Southern NH should drive out and see it because it's AMAZING), plus marching band, plus my boyfriend and I broke up a little bit ago. It's been one bad thing after another in my personal life and it really isn't getting any better.

So without furthur ado, I give you part III!

"So, Bovril," Deryn said, putting her hands on her hips as she faced the loris sitting atop the kitchen counter. "What kind of pie shall I make for Ma's visit?"

"Peach," Bovril chirped happily, eyeing the fruit sitting in the fruit bowl on the table.

"Peach, hm?" Deryn studied the bowl of fruit and considered the idea. "Alright. Sounds like a good plan."

Deryn went about the kitchen, humming tunelessly while she prepared a crust and the filling.

Bovril watched with mild interest before scuttling off the counter and around to the stereo in the corner. He expertly jumped atop of it and pressed the power button, then hit the "tape" button. A guitar started to play and Bovril giggled contentedly.

Deryn paused as she dug through the cabinets and looked thoughtful. "One of Lilit's tapes?" she wondered aloud, then decided she didn't care and shrugged as she went back to her recipe.

"Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lotta peaches.
Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat me a lotta peaches."

Deryn continued her baking, murmuring along when she knew the lyrics and faking it when she didn't. When it ended, she glanced shiftily around the room. Seeing only Bovril lying asleep on one of the island stools, she wiped her hands and hit the rewind button, then play.

This happened several times, as Deryn deliberately took her sweet time peeling the fruit and preparing everything. By the time she was mixing the pie's filling, she was belting out the lyrics of the song as loud as the stereo. She was so loud, in fact, that she couldn't hear the sound of the front door open. She didn't hear her roommates' voices calling out "Deryn?" She danced around the kitchen with the bowl of pie filling, singing at the top of her lungs.


She turned around and almost dropped the mixing bowl—Alek and Lilit stood slack-jawed in the archway, giving her the most perplexed stares she'd ever seen.

"Um… Hi?"

Bovril giggled.