Mac found a growing concern gnawing at him, Amy didn’t know who he was, and she was very afraid. Mac knew what must have happened… some how, someway. But the truth was hard to bear, he simply did not want to believe that he had become that creature in the metal cage, cold and afraid.
"YOU KNOW ME, AM-Y."
Amy’s stomach dropped at the words that came from the alien robot. The back of her mind knew exactly who it was standing in front of her. A misfit Dalek who made pies for passers by… But the front of her mind refused to believe it was her Piemaker standing in her living room in a cold metal casing. It couldn’t be. It was a terrifying creature that destroyed anything who got in its way. It was dangerous. It wasn’t Mac’s loving disposition. It was a monster.
"No," she stated softly. "No, I don’t! You are a dalek! You’re a monster!”
Mac’s confusion quickly turned to hurt and rage. He didn’t want to believe what he was hearing, and he hoped he would never have to hear it again. “NO…” He belted out.
"DON’T SAY THAT. I AM NOT A DA-LEK! I AM NO MON-STER!" He cried out, trying to not listen to the droning of his own voice.
"I AM… HU-MAN…”
"PLAY ME SOMETHING… IMPOR-TANT TO YOU HU-MANS."
"Something important to humans?" she asked, as she took the violin out of its case, "That’s a tall order and there are so many songs that are important."
"OKAY… PLAY… PLAY WHAT YOU FEEL LIKE."
"I HAD AN ERROR, CAUSING ME TO REAL-IZE THAT DESTROY-ING PLANETS IS RUBBISH… AL-THOUGH I STILL MUST AD-MIT MAK-ING PIES SEEMS- OUT OF ALL THINGS, THE MOST RIDICULOUS. AND WHAT DO YOU DO, HU-MAN?"
"Oh no. Making pies is not ridiculous." Cordelia took another fork full of pie, eating it. "Especially if its divine." She whispered lowly before taking her mind off of the pie and onto the malfunction dalek. "Just a plain ol’ boring lawyer."
"IS THAT SO? I HAVE AL-WAYS HEARD OF GOOD THINGS OF EARTH LAW-YERS."
Pleased to hear the Master’s voice, Mac turned around from his spot behind the counter, only to watch in horror as the Time Lord passed out on his apartment floor.
"Koschei?" Mac cried as he shot forward, rushing over to the other’s aid.
THe Master was looking at him. “Yeah just hit hard” He knew that was the only way to get his heart started easily with no medical stuff.
Pulling back a second time, Mac snapped his hands back, hitting the Time Lord as hard as he could. After hitting him he looked at the Master with wide eyes. “Did that do the trick? Or should I hit you again?”
The Dalek returned with a swift snap of the head. “HU-MAN FACTOR IS- OR WAS THE ON-LY THING THAT KEPT THE DA-LEKS FROM BE-COM-ING COMPLETELY EMPTY MACHINES OF WAR.” He explained, moving his manipulator arm and gun arm to empathize, much like how a human might wave his hands about.
"I WAS ONE OF THE LAST TO GET THE HU-MAN FACTOR, AMONG SEVERAL OTHERS. THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN STERILIZED OR HAVE BEEN EX-TER-MIN-AT-ED."
He was a little bit surprised that there had ever been such a thing, but it didn’t surprise him it had quickly been phased out. “Of course they did,” he answered bitterly, glowering at the city in the distance. “Can’t have any of you thinking actual thoughts now can they?”
Hands on his hips, the Doctor returned his gaze to the Dalek in front of him. “I see you’ve managed to fly below the radar though. Well done there. I must admit I am curious what you do with the pies you make, though. Pies on Skaro seems about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.”
"I CAN CON-FIRM THAT THIS IS NOT MY LOC-ATION WHERE I BAKE MY PIES." The Dalek turned to look upward, raising his manipulator arm toward the smoggy heavens. "UP THERE, ON THE SMALLEST MOON… TRAVELERS HAVE AN AWFUL HABIT OF CRASH-ING THERE… IT’S ONLY SO RARE THAT THEY COME ONTO THE SURFACE OF THIS, THIS… WAR ZONE." He turned his eyestalk to look back at the Time Lord, "AS COMICAL AS GIV-ING PIES TO TRAVEL-ERS MAY SOUND, I FIND IT OFTEN SOOTHES THEM IN THEIR SITUATION."
"Well, ah had a babysitta’ but she moved away…b-but I know how t’ take care o’ myself!" She said.
The Dalek found himself feeling as he’d never felt before, it was obligation. That obligation was to take care of this human child! Although he wasn’t quite sure how to handle her… he decided to ask one of the most important questions.
"ARE YOU HUN-GRY?"
The girl snickered and laughed. “Pies huh?” She said. “Are they good?” She asked with a light laugh.
"I WOULD CER-TAINLY HOPE SO… AL-THOUGH I WOULD NOT EX-ACTLY KNOW. I LACK IN A MOUTH…"