Chapter Four

Destiny hummed sweetly as she rearranged a stunning bouquet of blood red roses she had been so lucky to find drifting down one of the sewage pipes. Dalek Dave sat with his eyestalk off, trying his best not to concentrate on the nauseating sound that was coming from her voice box. Daleks had never been ones for patience, but fortunately for Destiny, Dalek Dave was an exception. She probably would have been killed by now and the whole plan abandoned if the others had still been hanging around, but Dalek Dave knew that this unbearable human could quite possibly be the key to destroying the Doctor once and for all. And that helped him keep himself in control.

'Oh, excuse me,' Destiny's irritating voice called sweetly. 'It's Dave, isn't it? Yes, Dave, I was wondering if you could just come over here for a moment…'

Dalek Dave hesitated, and then turned his eyestalk back on. Immediately his vision was filled with her beautiful face. It was such a surprise to him that he let out a wail of alarm.

'Oh I'm sorry,' Destiny smiled. 'I didn't realise you were sleeping.'

Dalek Dave felt the familiar jolt of anger that usually occurred right before an extermination. 'DA-LEKS DO NOT SLEEP.' He told the highly irritating female. 'I WAS MERE-LY PRE-SERV-ING EN-ER-GY.'

Destiny smiled. 'Well in my books that's called sleeping. Don't worry,' She put her finger on his eyestalk cutely. 'I won't tell anyone.'

Dalek Dave practically shook with rage. 'DO NOT TOUCH ME.'

Destiny looked hurt. 'But I was only trying to be nice.'

'DA-LEKS DO NOT LIKE NICE.' Dalek Dave informed her.

Destiny looked at him for a long moment. He wondered what was wrong with her eyes, they seemed to be filling up with water. He contemplated mentioning this to her, but when she wiped her eyes with a perfectly frilly pink handkerchief that she had somehow acquired, he assumed she was aware of it.

'Oh, you know it's not nice being this perfect,' she sniffled, patting the corners of her eyes delicately. 'It's just downright awful. I'm trying to be so nice to you but I know that all you want to do is vaporise me with that little gun of yours.'

Dalek Dave glanced down at his gun, and then back up at her. 'AC-TUALLY,' he replied. 'WE PRE-FER THE TERM EX-TERM-IN-AT-ION.'

Destiny waved her handkerchief and blubbered. 'See? You're not denying it! To you I'm so vile. Being such a perfect human being just makes me the ultimate abomination to you lot. How would you feel if your creator despised every part of your existence and had to restrain themselves from destroying you?'

'WELL,' Dalek Dave shifted from side to side. 'WE ACT-UALLY DES-TROYED OUR CRE-AT-OR. THEN CAAN RES-CUED HIM AND HE RE-CRE-AT-ED US, JUST TO BE LEFT FOR DEAD BY MY-SELF, DA-LEK FEZ, DA-LEK THEL AND DA-LEK SARC.'

For some reason, beyond Dalek Dave's understanding, this didn't make the female feel any better. She wailed mournfully and blew her nose. 'You're such brutes.' She sniffled. 'I'm trying my hardest to be the best genetically modified weapon of mass destruction, but it is awful hard when you're all being so mean to me.'

Dalek Dave looked at her, but could think of nothing to say. Daleks weren't designed to be sympathetic.

'What I wouldn't give for some nice parents,' Destiny went on sadly. 'In a nice cottage in the Cotswolds or something. Perhaps a puppy, and a job in a quaint little teashop where I could work until the man of my dreams came and swept me off my feet. Perhaps someone who works in advertising.' She paused to savour this little fantasy, and then she wailed again. 'Oh woe is me!' she cried. 'I just want to be normal! I didn't ask to be so incredibly, flawlessly perfect!' She threw her arms around the stunned Dalek and sobbed on him.

Dalek Dave didn't move. He stared ahead, hoping that this peculiar leaking human would get off him before he self-destructed out of complete panic. Thankfully though, she got off him before he managed to activate the correct sequence.

'I'm sorry,' she said, wiping her nose. 'I didn't mean to get upset. But you understand, don't you? I want you all to be proud of me. Is it too much to ask for a little support from my parents?'

Dalek Dave lowered his eyestalk, feeling extremely uncomfortable. 'DA-LEKS DO NOT LIVE BY THE HU-MAN IDEALS OF FAM-IL-Y AND SUP-PORT.'

Destiny blinked her lovely eyelids. 'You don't?' She sniffed again and wiped her nose for the last time. 'You mean… you don't have a mum or a dad?'

'NO. WE WERE CRE-ATED FROM DAV-ROS HIM-SELF. OR SOME-THING. I AM NOT COMP-LETE-LY SURE.'

Destiny looked horrified. 'Oh that's awful. No wonder you're all so incredibly evil. Everyone needs a good role model. Oh well. I suppose it's not your fault then. Sorry for getting tears all over your lovely casing. Would you like me to polish it again?'

Dalek Dave shook his eyestalk. 'NO.'

'No, thank you.' Destiny corrected. 'You need to work on your manners.'

Dalek Dave only looked at her warily. Before she had a chance to launch into a lesson of manners and politeness, the other Daleks arrived. By the way they waved their funnels and guns, they were very excited about something. Dalek Dave and Destiny looked towards them. Destiny wisely fell silent.

'ATT-EN-TION!' Dalek Fez screeched. 'THE DOC-TOR IS IN CLOSE PROX-IM-IT-Y! THE PER-FECT HU-MAN MUST BE SENT TO HIM IMM-ED-I-ATE-LY!'

Destiny bit one of her perfect finger nails. 'Oh, is it time? Oh dear me… oh I'm so nervous! What if he doesn't like me?'

'OF COURSE HE WILL LIKE YOU,' Dalek Thel told her. 'YOU WERE DES-IGNED SO HE WOULD LIKE YOU.'

Destiny smiled at him. 'Thank you, Thel. I knew you would have the right thing to say.'

The other three Daleks looked at Dalek Thel, but he only averted his eyestalk in embarrassment. Destiny clapped her dainty hands.

'Right then,' she smiled. 'Let's get this show on the road. And thank you all for creating me to be so wonderfully perfect. I'll try my best to be the best perfect person in the universe.'

She smiled brilliantly, causing all four Daleks to throw up inside their casings.