A/N - So I've had this idea for a while. It's like the River Song timeline but it will be all new Who episodes chosen in a random order. It might not make much sense right now, but it will in time. Enjoy and review please :)

"First, there were the Daleks." Dara said as she watched out across Skaro. "And then, there was a man who fought them. And then, in time, he died. There are a few, of course, who believe this man somehow survived, and that one day he will return. For both our sakes, dearest Hannah, we must hope these stories are true." She turned back to the shadow approaching behind her.

"I got your message." The Doctor said darkly. "Not many people can do that. Send me messages."

"I have a daughter, Hannah. She's in a Dalek prison camp. They say you can help."

"Do they?" He scoffed. "I wish they'd stop. I love your choice of meeting place."

"They said I'd have to intrigue you." She shrugged.

"Skaro." The Doctor said, walking towards her and looking out across Skaro. "The original planet of the Daleks. Look at the state of it. Who told you about me?"

"Does it matter?"

"Maybe not, but you're very well informed. If Hannah's in a Dalek prison camp, tell me, why aren't you?"

"I escaped."

He chuckled darkly. "No. Nobody escapes the Dalek camps." The Doctor said, taking Darla's hand. "You're very cold."

"What's wrong?" Darla asked as The Doctor frowned at her.

"It's a trap."

"What is?"

"You are, and you don't even know it." The Doctor backed away as a Dalek eye piece came out of Darla's forehead and a gun out of her right palm. Her hand raised up and shot The Doctor, blasting him to the floor.

...

Amy nodded as her assistant gestured at her before turning to the photographer. "I'll just be a minute." She slid down the banister towards him.

"Your husband is here." Her assistant said.

"Hmm. I don't have a husband." She said cockily, walking along the hallway.

"Oh, well, apparently you still do." He shrugged. Inside, Rory sat at the dressing table holding divorce papers.

"You have to sign these." He said as Amy strutted into the room, snatching them out of his hand.

"And then we're not married?" She asked.

"Just like magic." He sighed as Amy quickly signed her name on the forms before shoving them back into his hand.

"Can't chat. Working."

"Really? Thought you were just pouting at a camera." He stood up, divorce papers clutched tightly in his hand. "I miss Bless." He muttered before storming out of the room, past a make up artist.

"Rory?" She called half heartedly after him although he ignored her.

"Sorry, love. Was I interrupting?" The make up artist asked.

"No." Amy sighed.

"Gosh, look at you. You've gone so pale. Come on, take a seat." She lead Amy over and sat her down. "We'll soon sort that out." The lights started to flicker and Amy turned round slowly to see her make up artist with a Dalek eye stall coming out of her head before she was shot.

...

Rory sat up and gasped, looking around the white room. He looked up to see Amy standing on the other side of the room and a young woman with long, straight brown hair, wearing a thick strapped white gown, like a wedding dress but made out of material like a evening gown.

"Is she ok?" He asked, nodding over at the woman.

"Just unconcious." She sighed. "She isn't carrying anything so god knows where she is at the moment." Rory scrambled to his feet and walked over to the woman, lifting her up from under the arms and holding her upright so her face leaned gently against his. Amy appeared over his shoulder, lightly tapping her on the face. "Sweetie, wake up." The woman started to stir and opened her eyes slowly, staring at Amy and Rory groggily.

"Where are we?" Rory asked, looking out of the window as Amy took the woman and kept her upright. Amy just stared at him as he looked out at the Dalek saucers. "So how much trouble are we in?" The doors opened and a Dalek glided in, making Amy and Rory look round.

"How much trouble, Mister Pond?" The Doctor's voice came through as he walked through the door with a second Dalek behind him. "Out of ten? Eleven." Suddenly, the ceiling opened and the floor rose, lifting them into the Dalek Parliment, filled with millions of Daleks as well as a white Dalek at the top of the room next to a Dalek out of its casing, the Dalek Prime Minister. The floor stopped and they found themselves in the middle, next to the TARDIS.

"Where are we? A spaceship, right?" Amy asked.

"Not just any spaceship. The Parliament of the Daleks. Be brave."

"What do we do?"

"Make them remember you. Make her remember you." Amy and Rory frowned at him before turning and addressing the Daleks. "Well, come on then. You've got me. What are you waiting for? At long last, it's Christmas! Here I am." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, expecting to be killed when-

"Save us." The Prime Minister croaked. "You will save us."

"I'll what?" He asked, opening his eyes and span round to look at it.

"You will save the Daleks."

"Save the Daleks." All of the Daleks chanted. "Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks."

"Well," He turned back to Amy and Rory. "This is new." He chuckled lightly as the brown haired woman finally came round enough to see where she was and what was happening. Her eyes grew wider before falling to the ground, just being caught on time by Rory.

"Has she said anything?" The Doctor asked blankly as Rory laid her gently on the floor.

"Nothing." Amy said, shaking her head. "Transmat must have mixed her head up a bit." She sighed before The Doctor started pacing the room angrily.

"What's he doing?" Rory asked.

"He's chosen the most defendable area in the room, counted all the Daleks, counted all the exits, and now he's calculating the exact distance we're standing apart and starting to worry." The Doctor turned and frowned at her. "Oh, and look at him frowning now. Something's wrong with Amy and Rory, and who's going to fix it?" He straightened his bow tie. "And he straightens his bow tie."

"We have arrived." The Dalek Prime Minister said.

"Arrived where?" The Doctor asked as Darla approached him.

"Doctor."

"The Prime Minister will speak with you now." Darla said.

"Do you remember who you were before they emptied you out and turned you into their puppet?"

"My memories are only reactivated if they are required to facilitate cover or disguise."

"You had a daughter."

"I know. I've read my file." The Doctor shook his head in disgust before walking up to the Prime Minister.

"Well?"

"What do you know of the Dalek Asylum?" It asked.

"According to legend, you have a dumping ground. A planet where you lock up all the Daleks that go wrong. The battle-scarred, the insane, the ones even you can't control. It's never made any sense to me."

"Why not?"

"Because you'd just kill them."

"It is offensive to us to extinguish such divine hatred.

"Offensive?"

"Does it surprise you to know the Daleks have a concept of beauty?"

"I thought you'd run out of ways to make me sick. Hello again. You think hatred is beautiful." He turned away from it.

"Perhaps that is why we have never been able to kill you." A hole in the middle of the floor opened up and The Doctor and Darla walked back over to it, looking down at the planet below.

"The Asylum." Darla said. "It occupies the entire planet, right to the core."

"How many Daleks are in there?" The Doctor asked.

"A count has not been made. Millions, certainly."

"All still alive?"

"It has to be assumed. The Asylum is fully automated. Supervision is not required."

"Armed?" Amy asked.

"The Daleks are always armed."

"What colour?" Rory asked as he heaved the woman back up again, holding her upright. "I'm sorry, there weren't any good questions left."

"This signal is being received from the very heart of the Asylum." Carmen started playing over the speakers.

"What is the noise? Explain. Explain." The white Dalek asked.

"Er, it's me." The Doctor said.

"Sorry, what?" Rory asked.

"It's me, playing the triangle." He laughed before shaking his head. "Okay, I got buried in the mix. Carmen. Lovely show. Someone's transmitting this. Have you considered tracking back the signal and talking to them?" He asked the Daleks, walking up to the small white console and sonicing it before speaking into it. "Hello? Hello? Carmen? Hello?" He asked as the brown haired woman woke up again.

"Are you ok?" Rory asked nervously, putting his other arm around her as she looked around, frightened.

"Hello?" A woman asked back through the speakers, turning Rory's attention back to the speakers.

"Come in. Come in. Come in, Carmen."

"Hello! Yes, yes, sorry. Do you read me?"

"Yes, reading you loud and clear. Identify yourself and report your status."

"Hello. Are you real? Are you actually, properly, real?"

"Yes, confirmed. Actually, properly, real."

"Oswin Oswald," She replied quickly. "Junior entertainment officer, starship Alaska. Current status, crashed and shipwrecked somewhere not nice. Been here a year, rest of the crew missing. Provisions good but keen to move on."

"A year?" The Doctor asked. "Are you okay? Are you under attack?"

"Some local lifeforms. Been keeping them out." Oswin sighed.

"Do you know what those lifeforms are?"

"I know a Dalek when I hear one, yeah."

"What have you been doing on your own against the Daleks for a year?"

"Making soufflés?"

"Soufflés?" He laughed. "Against the Daleks? Where'd you get the milk?"

"This conversation is irrelevant." The white Dalek interupted.

"No, it isn't. Because a starliner has crashed into your Asylum, and someone's got in. And if someone can get in, then everything can get out. A tsunami of insane Daleks. Even you don't want that."

"The Asylum must be cleansed."

"Then why is it still here? You've enough firepower on this ship to blast it out of the sky." He frowned.

"The Asylum forcefield is impenetrable." Darla said.

"Turn it off."

"It can only be turned off from within the Asylum."

"A small taskforce could sneak through a forcefield. Send in a couple of Daleks. Oh." He started to clap slowly. "Oh. Oh, that's good. That's brilliant. You're all too scared to go down there. Not one of you will go, so tell me, what do the Daleks do when they're too scared?"

"The Predator of the Daleks will be deployed." The white Dalek said.

"You don't have a Predator, and even if you did, why would they turn off a forcefield for you?"

"Because you will have no other means of escape."

"May I clarify? The Predator is the Dalek's word for you." Darla said.

"Me? Me?" The Doctor asked as Darla lead him back over to the hole in the floor.

"You will need this. It will protect you from the nanocloud." She put a wrist band onto his wrist.

"The what? The nano what?"

"The gravity beam will convey you close to the source of the transmission. You must find a way to deactivate the forcefield from there."

"You're going to fire me at a planet? That's your plan? I get fired at a planet and expected to fix it."

"In fairness, that is slightly your M O." Rory shrugged.

"Don't be fair to the Daleks when they're firing me at a planet." The Doctor said before looking at the brown haired woman, still being held tightly by Rory before finally speaking.

"Where am I?" She gasped, tears spilling down her face. "What's going on?"

"It's ok Bless, transmat made your head go funny." Amy smiled at her reasuringly whilst The Doctor shook his head darkly.

"Who are you?" She asked. "Who's Bless?" Rory let go of her slowly and she stood, looking between of the three of them before they all got wristbands put on them.

"What do you want with them?" The Doctor asked, ignoring Amy and Rory's questioning looks.

"It is known the Doctor required companions." The white Dalek answered.

"Oh, brilliant. Good oh." Rory said sarcastically.

"Don't worry." The Doctor said, turning to his companions. "We'll get through this, I promise. Don't be scared."

"Scared?" Amy asked. "Who's scared. Geronimo."

"Ha! Oi!" The humanoids leant forward and pushed the four of them into the beam.

...

The Doctor opened one eye, noticing the woman had her head laying on his chest, opening her eyes with a groan before a Dalek eye stalk popped out of the snow.

"Oh, ha, ha, ha." Carmen started to play before stopping abruptly.

"Sorry, sorry. Pressed the wrong switch." Oswin's voice came through.

"Soufflé girl?" The Doctor asked.

"You can always call me Oswin, seeing as that's my name. You okay?"

"How are you doing that, eh? This is Dalek technology."

"It's very easy to hack."

"No, it isn't. Where are you?"

"The ship broke up when it hit. Somewhere underground, I think. You coming to get me?" The Dalek eye stalk dissapeared into the snow.

"Hey! Oi! Soufflé girl! Come back!" The Doctor pulled the woman up and hugged her tightly before pulling back, holding her face in his hands with tears in his eyes. "What can you remember before all this?"

"The darkness." She whispered, cautiously glancing at his hands. "Who are you? Who am I?" Tears poured down his face.

"Please don't say that." He whispered, moving one hand onto her waist and the other onto her neck. "You're my Bless."

"I shouldn't be letting you do that." She gulped.

"But you are."

"Doctor!" Amy screamed, running through the snow, followed by a man in a snowsuit, Harvey. "For christ sake you two!

"Amy!" The Doctor exclaimed, turning to Amy but keeping one arm around Bless. "Hey, where's Rory?"

"There was another beam." Harvey said breathlessly, pointing behind him. "There. Over there. Are you the rescue team?" The Doctor grabbed Bless' hand before the three of them ran across the snow being followed by Harvey.

"Rory? Rory! Rory!" Amy shouted as they ran towards the whole in the floor, looking down.

"My ship's over here." Harvey said, pulling them a few feet over to the pod with Alaska written on the door. "We came down two days ago. There's twelve of our escape pods. I don't know what happened to them.

"Alaska?" Amy asked. "That's the same ship as soufflé girl." Harvey yanked opened the pod and they all started to climb down.

"Yeah. Except she's been here a year." The Doctor said.

"We should have some climbing rope long enough for that hole." Harvey said as he searched through the cupboard.

"Won't you introduce us to your crew?"

"Ah, yes, sorry. Guys, this is the Doctor, Amy and Bless." There was silence.

"Guys?" They snuck round slowly, looking at the crew who were desiccated corpses. "Oh, my god." The Doctor quickly soniced the corpses.

"They're dead. All of them." The Doctor said.

"That's not possible. I just spoke to them. Two hours ago. We were doing engine repairs."

"You're sure about that, are you? Because I'd say they've all been dead for a very long time."

"But they can't have been."

"Well, they didn't get in this state in two hours." Amy pointed out.

"No, of course. Stupid me."

"Of course what?"

"I died outside, and the cold preserved my body. I forgot about dying." Suddenly, a eye piece popped out of his forehead and Bless bolted forward, squirting a fire extinguisher at him and backing him into a door.

"Amy, the door!" The Doctor shouted. Amy bashed the door button once then a second time, trapping Harvey.

"Explain." Amy said breathlessly. "That's what you're good at. How'd he get all Daleked?"

"Because he wasn't wearing one of these." He tapped the wrist strap. "Oh, ho, ho. That's clever. The nanocloud. Microorganisms that automatically process any organic matter, living or dead, into a Dalek puppet. Anything attacks this place, it automatically becomes part of the on-site security."

"Living or dead?" Bless asked.

"These wristbands protect us. The only thing stopping us going exactly the way he did."

"Doctor, shut up! Living or dead?"

"You called me Doctor!" He gasped softly before realising. "Yes, exactly. Living or, or..." The corpses started to rise, now with glowing eye pieces coming out of their heads. "Dead. Oh dear." The Doctor jumped up, kicking the zombies out of the way as the three of them pushed through into the cockpit.

"DOCTOR!" Amy screamed as one zombie grabbed her arm. The Doctor quickly pulled Amy back, yanking the door shut and leaning against the door breathlessly. "Is it bad that I've really missed this?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"I know."

"Unauthorised personnel may not enter the cockpit." Oswin's voice came over the speakers once again.

"Shut up." The Doctor laughed.

"Oh, Mister Grumpy. Bad combo. No sense of humour in that chin."

"Is that her again, soufflé girl?" Bless asked.

"Yeah, she. Oi, what is wrong with my chin?" The Doctor muttered.

"Careful, dear. You'll put someone's eye out. Scanning you. You're in another of the escape pods from the Alaska, right? Same ship I was on."

"How can you hack into everything? It should be impossible. You're in a crashed ship!"

"Long story. Is there a word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy?"

"Doctor. You call me the Doctor." He smirked.

"See what you did there."There was a sudden beep. "Check the floor. I'm picking up a breach at floor level. There could be a way out. See you later."

The Doctor pulled at the hatch on the floor. "Ah ha! Hatch. Looks like it's been used already and they've tried to block it off behind them."

"Can't imagine why." Amy muttered.

"The lower part of the pod is buried, so this must go straight down to the Asylum."

"Where Rory is."

"Speaking of Rory, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Are we going to do this now?"

"What happened?"

"Not in front of Bless, it's not fair."

"Amy..."

"Oh, stuff. You know. We split up. What can you do?"

"What can I do?"

"Nothing. It's not one of those things you can fix like you fix your bowtie." She fixed his bow tie. "Don't give me those big wet eyes, Raggedy Man. It's life. Just life. That thing that goes on when you're not there." He yanked the hatch open and they all stared down at the flexible metal ladder hanging down.

"Okay, so somebody else got out this way, then."

"Yeah, let's go and find them." He looked up at the screen as the zombies started bashing on the door. "Oh, hello, hello, hello. What are they up to?" The zombies were up by the camera, waving a wristband.

"What's that?" Amy asked.

"One of these." The Doctor tapped his wrist band. "But where did they get it?"

"Doctor, they got it from me." Amy raised her wrist slowly.

"Oh, Amy."

"Doctor, what's going to happen to me? Seriously. Tell me what."

...

"Will sleeping help her?" Rory asked Bless as The Doctor layed Amy down on the teleport pad after blowing up a few dozen Daleks. "Will it slow down the process?"

"Why would I know?" She frowned.

"You'd better hope so," Oswin said over the speakers. "Because pretty soon she's going to try and kill you."

"Amy." The Doctor said, shaking her gently.

"Ow." She muttered.

"Amy. Still with us."

"Amy, it's me. Do you remember me?" Rory asked. Her arm flew up suddenly and slapped him across the face. Rory jumped up, holding the side of her face. "She remembers me."

"Same old Amy." The Doctor said.

"Do you know how you make someone into a Dalek?" Oswin asked. "Subtract love, add anger. Doesn't she seem a bit too angry to you?"

"Well, somebody's never been to Scotland." Amy said groggily, sitting up.

"What about you, though, Oswin. How come you're okay?" The Doctor asked. "Why hasn't the nanocloud converted you?"

"I mentioned the genius thing, yeah? Shielded in here." She replied.

"Clever of you. Now, this place. The Daleks said it was fully automated. Look at it. It's a wreck."

"Well, I've had nearly a year to mess with them, and not a lot else to do."

"A junior entertainment manager hiding out in a wrecked ship, hacking the security systems of the most advanced warrior race the universe has ever seen. But you know what really gets me about you, Oswin? The soufflés. Where do you get milk for the soufflés? Seriously. Is no one else wondering about that?"

"No. Frankly, no. Twice." Rory said.

"So, Doctor." Oswin interupted. "I've been looking you up. You're all over the database. Why do the Daleks call you the Predator?"

"I'm not the Predator, I'm just a man with a plan."

"You've got a plan?"

"That's all he is." Rory muttered.

"There's a nose joke going if someone wants to pick that one off." Amy said, making Rory roll his eyes.

"In no particular order, we need to neutralise all the Daleks in this Asylum, rescue Oswin from the wreckage, escape from this planet and fix Amy and Rory's marriage." The Doctor said boldly.

"Okay, I'm counting three lost causes. Anyone else?"

"Oswin, there's a Dalek ship in orbit."

"Yes. Got it on the sensors." Oswin said.

"The Asylum has a forcefield. The Daleks upstairs are waiting for me to turn it off. Soon as I do, they'll burn this whole world and us with it. So, Oswin, my question is this. How fast can you drop the forcefield?"

"Pretty fast. But why would I?"

"Because this is a teleport." He pointed at the floor. "Am I right, Oswin?"

"Yeah. Internal use only."

"I can boost the power. Once the forcefield is down, I can use it to beam us right off this planet."

"You said when the forcefield is down, the Daleks will blow us up." Bless said quickly, making everyone look at her, very much like the girl they knew but the girl she wasn't yet.

"We'll have to be quick, yes."

"Fine, we'll be quick. But where do we beam to?" Amy asked.

"The only place within range. The Dalek ship."

"They'll exterminate us on the spot."

"Ah, so this is the kind of escape plan where you survive about four seconds longer." Rory said sarcastically.

"What's wrong with four seconds?" The Doctor asked. "You can do loads in four seconds. Oswin, how fast can you drop the forcefield?"

"I can do it from here, as soon as you come and get me." Oswin said nervously.

"No, just drop the forcefield and come to us."

"There's enough power in that teleport for one go. Why would you wait for me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"No idea. Never met you. Sending you a map so you can come get me."

"This place is crawling with Daleks." Rory said.

"Yeah. Kind of why I'm anxious to leave. Come up and see me sometime."

"So, are we going to go get her?" He asked The Doctor.

"I don't think that we have a choice." The Doctor said. "Okay, as soon as the forcefield is down the Daleks will attack. If it gets too explody-wody in here, you go without me, okay?" He nodded at Bless. "Everything she needs is in The TARDIS, explain to her."

"And leave you to die?"

"Oh, don't worry about me. You're the one beaming up to a Dalek ship to get exterminated."

"Fair point. Love this plan. What about Amy?"

"Keep her remembering, keep her focused. That'll hold back the conversion."

"What do I do?" Amy asked.

"You heard what she said. They're subtracting love. Don't let them." The Doctor said before turning to Bless. "I'm sorry." He muttered before kissing her on the head.

...

"Fellas, you're never going to stop asking." The Doctor said before dissapearing into The TARDIS again. He bounded up to the console and materialised off. "So! Ponds!" He span round to face them, looking guiltily as they watch Bless sit on the jump seat with tears pouring down her face.

"I think I deserve some answers now, don't you?" She whispered. "I'm so scared, I can't remember anything." She looked up at Amy and Rory. "How do you know me? Cause I don't know you."

"I first met you," The Doctor began. "A very long time ago. And you already knew me. The thing is, we turn up at different points in our own timelines, and this is where you begin."

She shook her head in confusion. "What happened before I woke up? Why can't I remember anything?"

"It's a long story." Rory scoffed.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Spoilers." Amy laughed, thinking about River before the three of them started to explain how it all worked...

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