A Treasured Discovery

Dalek: A Second Dalek?

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Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who...or we'd have more Time Lords popping up everywhere :)

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Dalek: A Second Dalek?

The TARDIS materialized 53 stories below ground, following a distress call the scanners had picked up. The Doctor and Rose stepped out, looking around at the darkened room they found themselves in.

"So, what is it?" Rose asked as the Doctor stopped short, "What's wrong?"

"Don't know," he replied, "Some kind of signal drawing the TARDIS off course..."

"Where are we?" Rose frowned, looking around again.

"Earth, Utah, North America. About half a mile underground."

"And...when are we?"

"2012."

"God, that's so close, so I should be..." she trailed in thought, "26," the Doctor turned and flicked on a light switch, revealing them to be in some sort of showcase room, "Blimey! It's a great big museum!"

"An alien museum. Someone's got a hobby. They must've spent a fortune on this…" he shook his head as they walked down one of the rows of glass casing, looking at different bits of artifacts, "Chunks of meteorite, moon dust...that's the milometer from the Roswell Spaceship."

"That's a bit of Slitheen!" Rose exclaimed, seeing what looked like a Slitheen arm stuck up in a case, "That's a Slitheen's arm, it's been stuffed."

The Doctor turned, catching something out of the corner of his eye, "Ah! Look at you!" he stopped before the case, looking straight ahead at a robotic head, seeming very retro in design.

"What is it?" Rose eyed it curiously.

"An old friend of mine...well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares...reduced to an exhibit. I'm getting old."

"Is that where the signal's coming from?"

"Nah, it's stone dead," he waved her off, "The signal's alive. Something's reaching out," he stared intently through the glass, "Calling for help," he reached out, placing the tip of his finger gently against it.

And, as always in museums, the moment the glass had been touched...alarms went off.

Though, unlike in museums, a swarm of heavily armed men surrounded them, all aiming their guns at the duo.

"If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you Exhibit A," Rose remarked to the Doctor as he just flashed the soldiers a grin.

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A man emerged from the lift to the helicopter pad, very well dressed, slightly bald, with a goatee, walking briskly down the corridor as though he owned the place, which, in fact, he did. As soon as he stepped out a small entourage of guards and personnel followed him.

"On behalf of all of us, I want to wish you a very happy birthday, sir," a man said, rushing over to his side, "And the President called to convey his personal best wishes."

"The President is 10 points down," he stated, "I want him replaced."

The man frowned, "I don't think that's very wise, sir..."

"Thank you so much for your opinion. You're fired," he glanced back to the soldiers, "Get rid of him."

"Wha…" the man began but the soldiers just pulled him back, dragging him off.