The Last Dalek

by 13thDoctor [Reviews - 2]

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Author's Notes:
First attempt at this; suggested by one of those "What's in a name?" moments.

Sleeping, dreaming.

Music. Lights. High-kicking showgirls. The last Dalek danced and sang...

"I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York..."


Dalek Karn woke briefly. The cave he occupied was lit only by the single flame that burst eternally from the opposite wall. The flowers adorning the base of his casing had been recently refreshed by the women who now surrounded him, whispering the chants his broken mind could not decipher.

The women worshipped him. They had formed a sisterhood in his name...

The Sisterhood of Karn watched as the last Dalek slept.