Doc10/Fred story 
"The H-Bomb Test"

  Fred waited impatiently as the Doctor checked the readings on the TARDIS
console.  "Well, Doctor, where are we?"
  The Doctor grinned.  "We're somewhere interesting, Fred."
  The expression on Fred's face failed to show much enthusiasm.  "Great.  It's
another swamp, isn't it?"
  The Doctor shook his head.  "No.  It's something even better."
  "A quarry, then?"
  "No, not a quarry."
  "Somewhere where that hideous shade of green you dyed your hair is considered
normal?"
  The Doctor thought for a moment.  "Possibly."
  "Come on, Doctor, where are we?"
  "Go ask K-9 what 'H-bomb test' means."
  Fred turned to go find K-9, then paused and turned back.  "Wait a minute.
Green hair?  You were bald yesterday!"
  "Never mind that, Fred.  Just go talk to K-9."
   
  Lognak inspected the chainsaw carefully.  "Excellent work, Smith, but I   
think maybe you should make it a little sharper."  A semi-demonic look 
appeared on his face.  "Everything must be in order for the Doctor's arrival."

  The Doctor put on an orange and purple plaid suit jacket, and looked in the
mirror.  "Not bad."  He adjusted his pink and green polka dot bow tie.  "Not
bad at all."
  Fred appeared in the doorway.  "Is that how one dresses for an H-bomb test,
Doctor?"
  The Doctor glanced at Fred.  "Ah, you're back."  He pointed to a red and  
yellow jacket hanging on the back of a chair.  "Put that on.  And to answer
your question, no, this isn't how one dresses for an H-bomb test, this is 
how one dresses for the ball at the royal court on Procyon Omega, which is
where we're really going."
  "So no H-bomb test, then?"
  "Of course not.  Now go put that straitjacket away and get dressed."

  A small crowd gathered in the corner of the ballroom as the TARDIS gradually
made its appearance there.  Lognak made his way to the front of the crowd and
revved up his chainsaw.  As soon as the Doctor appeared, he let out a battle
cry and ran towards him, swinging the chainsaw wildly.  He slashed at the 
Doctor with the chainsaw several times, missing him by just millimeters each
time.  The Doctor smiled and held out his hand.  "Lognak, isn't it?  It's been
a long time."
  Lognak returned the smile, put the chainsaw down, and shook the Doctor's 
hand.  "Indeed it has, Doctor.  It's good to see you again."
  The Doctor turned to the open TARDIS door.  "You can stop cringing behind
the console and come out now, Fred.  This is Lognak, an old friend of mine."
  Fred emerged from the TARDIS slowly, looking at Lognak suspiciously.  "He's
got a funny way of saying hello."
  The Doctor laughed.  "Oh, that's just the appropriate ritual greeting for 
the occasion.  Fred, didn't I tell you to put that straitjacket away?"  He
turned back to Lognak.  "Lognak, this is Fred.  He's a bit new to this sort
of thing."
  Lognak nodded.  "I guess he can be forgiven for the clip-on tie he's wearing,
then."  He held out his hand.  "Welcome to the royal court of Procyon Omega,
Fred."
  Fred shook Lognak's hand carefully, half expecting it to come off and  
explode.  "Hello."
  Lognak picked up his chainsaw and turned to the crowd.  "Well, the Doctor's
here, so let's get back to the festivities!" 
  As the Doctor moved to follow Lognak to the main ballroom, Fred grabbed his
arm.  "Doctor, wait a minute.  Would you mind explaining a few things?"
  The Doctor sighed.  "Well, what is it, Fred?"
  "Why are we here?"
  "Fred, at the moment, I'm more interested in having a good time than tackling
deep philosophical issues like that."
  Fred shook his head impatiently.  "No, I mean why are we on this planet?"
  "Officially?  To have a good time.  Didn't I just say that?"
  "Yes, well, unofficially, then."
  The Doctor smiled.  "We'll see."

  Several floors down, a panel on the side of the furnace opened, and a figure
glided out. It coughed a few times, flipped a few switches on a nearby control
panel, and then glided back into the furnace.

  Fred sat at a table and sipped his drink as he watched the dancers.  A 
woman walked up to the table and smiled at him.  "Care to dance?"
  Fred shook his head.  "I'm sorry, but I've got a serious medical condition
that just won't allow it."
  "I'm sorry to hear that.  What is it?"
  "Um..."  Fred looked around for a moment for inspiration.  "Paisleyphobia.
It's a fear of dancing with women in paisley dresses."
  The woman shrugged.  "Oh well.  Don't worry, it'll pass.  Many people here
for the first time often come down with something similar."  She smiled and
walked away.
  Fred sat and studied the bottom of his glass for a while, until the Doctor,
Lognak, and a few other dancers joined him at the table.  The Doctor grinned
at Fred.  "Having a good time?"
  "Oh, definitely."  Fred looked up and stared at the Doctor, then at Lognak.
He turned back to the Doctor.  "Is it my imagination, or have you two switched
outfits?"
  The Doctor nodded.  "It's a traditional part of the dance, Fred."
  A man at the end of the table laughed.  "I've still got a wonderful 
collection of velvet jackets and frilly shirts from that other Doctor's
visits."
  The Doctor smiled, and turned to Lognak.  "All right, Lognak, what's the
unofficial reason for my visit this time?"
  Lognak took a sip of his drink.  "Furnace problems, Doctor."
  The Doctor's smiled faded a bit.  "The urgent 'unofficial reason' for my
visit is your furnace acting up?"
  Lognak smiled nervously.  "Yes, well..."
  The Doctor shook his head and stood up.  "Oh well, as long as I'm here, I
might as well have a look.  Fred will take my place in the dance."  He walked
to the stairs, and glanced back.  "Hiding under the table will do you no good,
Fred."

  The Doctor flipped on the furnace room light and had a look around.  "Well,
everything out here seems to be functioning normally." 
  The panel on the side of the furnace slid open.  "Ah, Doctor," the figure
inside cackled.  "We meet again!"
  The Doctor pressed a button on the side of the furnace, and the panel slid
shut again.  "Great."

  Lognak, Fred, and a few other dancers walked over to the Doctor as he 
appeared at the top of the stairs.  "Well, Doctor," Lognak asked, "any 
progress with the furnace?"
  "Well, yes and no," the Doctor replied.  "I've found the problem, but it
isn't fixed yet."
  "What's the problem, then?"
  "Your furnace appears to have Davros in it."
  Lognak thought this news over for a moment.  "Well, that's different."
  The Doctor nodded.  "I thought it was."  He glanced at Fred.  "That's a nice
paisley dress you're wearing, Fred."
  Lognak looked around.  "Doctor, if Davros is in the furnace, do you suppose
there are any Daleks around?"
  "Halt, or you will be exterminated!"
  The Doctor nodded, as they were surrounded by Daleks.  "I'd say that would
be a safe assumption."
      
  The Daleks that had surrounded the group at the top of the stairs led them to
a table, made them sit, and then surrounded the table.  A larger group of
Daleks took up places along the walls in the main ballroom, keeping the now
slightly nervous crowd covered.
  Fred turned to the Doctor.  "What do you suppose they want, Doctor?"
  A Dalek spun to face Fred.  "Silence!"
  The Doctor shrugged.  "I guess we'll find out as soon as Davros puts in an
appearance."
  The Dalek spun around to cover the Doctor.  "Silence!"
  Fred looked around.  "Who's Davros, then?"
  "Silence!"
  "Dalek creator.  Not a very nice guy."  The Doctor pointed towards the top
of the stairs.  "I think he's about to make his appearance."
  The Dalek shook its plunger in a vaguely threatening manner.  "Silence!"
  Everyone in the room turned to watch as Davros slowly floated up the stairs.
Finally, he appeared at the top of the stairs, and rolled forward a bit.  "When
I've conquered this miserable planet, the first thing I'm going to do is have
a working elevator installed."  He glided across the floor to the table.  "Now
then, I suppose you're wondering why I've called you all here today."
  Lognak glared at him.  "Get on with it, Davros.  What are your demands?"
  Davros cackled and began circling the table.  "My demands are simple.  Hand
over your planet, the Doctor, and his companion."  He glanced at Fred.  "Well,
maybe not the Doctor's companion."
  "What do we get in return?"
  Davros waved towards the crowd.  "I will perform experiments on your
population, and turn them into Daleks."
  "Oh, joy."  Lognak shook his head.  "Suppose I refuse?"
  Davros spun around and called to one of the Daleks covering the crowd.  "You!
Exterminate!"
  The Dalek took careful aim at the crowd, and fired off a shot, which failed
to hit anyone in the crowd, but came very close to hitting another Dalek.  It
fired again, with the same results.  "Do not exterminate me," called the 
second Dalek.
  Lognak smiled.  "So, if I refuse to meet your demands, your Daleks try to 
exterminate each other?  Sounds good to me."
  Davros glared at him, and turned back to the Dalek he had given the 
extermination order to.  "Fool!  How many times have we gone over this?"  He
rolled across the floor, grabbed a member of the crowd, and dragged her out 
into the open.  "Let's try this again.  Exterminate!"
  The Dalek fired off another shot, which missed the woman, but nearly took
out Davros.  "You will hold still while I exterminate you," it grated.
  "I am holding still," the woman protested.
  Davros shoved her back into the crowd.  "This is getting us nowhere."  He
turned to another Dalek.  "You there!  Exterminate!"
  The Dalek fired off a shot which went several feet above the crowd, and out
an open window.  There was a distant squawk from outside.  Fred turned to the
Doctor.  "Well, this is interesting."
  Davros spun to face Fred.  "Silence!"  He turned back to the second Dalek.
"You will not exterminate the flying pests outside!"  He pointed to the crowd,
his hand shaking with rage.  "Them!  Exterminate them!"
  The Doctor stood up and walked over to Davros.  "Look, Davros, this is
getting you nowhere.  Why not go back to the furnace for tonight and try 
again tomorrow?"
  "Never!"  Davros turned to another Dalek.  "Exterminate!"
  The Dalek rolled towards the crowd, waving its plunger.  "Exterminate!
Exterminate!  Exterminate!"
  "Not that way, you idiot!  What do you think your gun is for?"  The Dalek
began trying to hit its gun with its plunger.  Davros shook his head wearily,
and turned back to the Doctor.  "All right, I'll be back tomorrow."  He spun
to face his Daleks.  "Okay, everybody back downstairs!  We're going to have 
a nice long talk about this tonight, and then we're going to do this right
tomorrow."
  The Daleks formed a line by the top of the stairs, and started to follow
Davros back down to the furnace.  There was a loud crash as one of them 
suddenly failed to hover, and started falling downstairs, taking Davros and
a few other Daleks with it.  The Doctor walked back to the table.  "Well, 
Lognak, shall we prepare for tomorrow?"
  Lognak nodded.  "I'll start by sending everybody home.  We were very lucky,
weren't we?  I've never heard of such incompetent Daleks before."
  The Doctor scratched his head.  "Yes, well, I suppose Davros tried creating
another batch of Daleks, and didn't get it quite right."
  Lognak yawned.  "Well, let's get everything ready, and then get some sleep.
We've got a busy day tomorrow."

  The next morning, Fred found the Doctor sitting at the table.  "Didn't you
get any sleep, Doctor?"
  "Of course I did, Fred.  I had a nice fifteen minute nap a few hours ago."
He smiled.  "I see you're still wearing the dress."
  Fred looked a little embarrassed.  "Yes, well, the person I exchanged outfits
with was sent home before I had a chance to switch back, and I didn't get a
chance to go back to the TARDIS and change."  He sat down next to the Doctor.
"So, what's your plan for today?"
  "I don't know, I thought I'd make it up as we go along."  He got up and 
walked over to the top of the stairs, listening carefully.  
  Lognak entered the room, and walked over to the Doctor.  "Well, Doctor, any
sign of our uninvited guests?"
  The Doctor nodded.  "I think they'll be joining us shortly."  There was a
distant crash.  "But we still have time for breakfast, I think."

  Davros arrived at the top of the stairs, and found the Doctor, Fred, and
Lognak sitting at the table finishing breakfast.  "Come on over, Davros,"
the Doctor called.  "There's still some toast left."
  "Toast!"  Davros spat.  "You think toast interests me?  Soon my Daleks and
I will have conquered this miserable planet!"
  The Doctor smiled.  "Yes, well, speaking of your Daleks, where are they?"
  "What?"  Davros spun around and noticed that there weren't any Daleks
following him up the stairs.  "Will you get moving?" he shouted down the 
stairs.  "It's only one more flight."  He shook his head and rolled over to
the table.  "Perhaps one slice.  Is there any orange marmalade?"

  One of the Daleks pointed its eyestalk up the stairs.  "Davros calls us to
go up the stairs."
  Another Dalek backed away slightly.  "My hover unit is malfunctioning."
  A third Dalek waved its plunger towards the stairs.  "I thought I saw a spot
of rust on the railing."
  "Why do we delay?" asked the first Dalek.  "Daleks conquer and destroy!
Daleks conquer and destroy!"
  "Daleks conquer and destroy!" answered the others.
  "But we could do with a rest before attempting to climb the stairs," said
one of them.
  The first Dalek thought this over.  "Agreed.  Daleks rest before climbing
stairs!"
  "Daleks rest before climbing stairs!" answered the others.

  Davros brushed some crumbs off his console.  "I really must go see what's
taking my Daleks so long."  He rolled over to the top of the stairs.  "What
is the reason for this delay?"
  "Daleks rest before climbing stairs!"
  "What do you mean, 'Daleks rest before climbing stairs?'  Get moving!" 
Reluctantly, the Daleks began floating up the stairs.  "That's better."  He
rolled back to the table.  "I see you've sent the crowds of people away.  Soon
I will control this pitiful planet, and it will not matter.  In any case, there
are enough of you here to suit my purposes."  He grabbed Fred, and dragged him
out to the center of the room.  "If my demands are not met, my Daleks will
exterminate the Doctor's companion!"
  Lognak turned to the Doctor.  "Well, any suggestions?"
  The Doctor thought for a moment.  "Agree to his demands for now.  See what
happens."
  The Daleks surrounded Fred.  "Well?" asked Davros.  "Your answer?"
  Lognak nodded.  "Very well.  We agree to your demands."
  "Good," Davros cackled.  "Now, to show you the power of my Daleks, I'm going
to have the Doctor's companion exterminated anyway!"
  "Now, wait a minute, that's not exactly fair," complained Fred.
  Davros pointed to the nearest Dalek.  "You there!  Exterminate!"  The Dalek
immediately fired off a shot which went nowhere near Fred, but scored a direct
hit on one of the Daleks on the other side of the ring, which promptly 
exploded.
  "Davros?" Lognak called.  "I've changed my mind."
  Davros pointed to another Dalek.  "Exterminate!"  The Dalek fired a shot
which missed Fred, but hit the sound system on the other side of the room,
which began playing disco music.
  The Daleks turned in confusion to face the speakers, and then began moving
their plungers and eyestalks in time to the music.  "Daleks stay alive!  Daleks
stay alive!"
  "No!" Davros shouted.  "Exterminate!  All of you!"  The Daleks all fired
their guns at the same time.  When the smoke had cleared, the Daleks were all
out of commission, smoke was pouring from Davros, and Fred stood unharmed in
the middle of the room.  "I see none of you were paying attention last night,"
Davros coughed.
  The Doctor walked over to Davros.  "Ready to call it a day, Davros?"
  "Yes, Doctor," Davros coughed.  "You win this time."
  The Doctor smiled.  "I don't know if I can take the credit for it, Davros.
It seems to me you did most of the work for me."
  "Oh, shut up, Doctor.  Davros slumped down in his chair, then sat up again.
"I'll be back."
  The Doctor nodded.  "I know."  Davros slumped down in his chair again.
  Lognak and Fred walked over to the Doctor.  "Well, Doctor?" Lognak asked.
"What now?"
  The Doctor brushed a few crumbs off Davros.  "The usual.  Have him locked
up somewhere, wait for him to recover or be rescued, and then deal with him
again."
  "And you'll be there to deal with him again?" Fred asked.
  The Doctor smiled.  "Perhaps I already was."

  Lognak shook Fred's hand.  "It was nice meeting you, Fred."
  "Thanks."  Fred smiled.  "I'll have to come back again eventually, and maybe
get my clothes back."  He entered the TARDIS.
  Lognak turned to the Doctor.  "I'm sorry Fred didn't get a chance to change
outfits a second time."
  "Oh, that's all right.  I think the dress suits him, actually."
  Lognak grinned.  "Well, thanks for all your help, Doctor.  I look forward to
seeing you again."  He shook the Doctor's hand, and the Doctor entered the
TARDIS.  "Oh, and Doctor?"
  The Doctor stuck his head out of the TARDIS.  "Yes?"
  "That really is a hideous shade of green you've dyed your hair."
  The Doctor laughed.  "Yes.  I know."