So I am use to seeing so many strange combinations in the world of fanfiction that I was quite confused not to find any Dalek/Doctor fics. Here's mine! I do not support this coupling but I felt like someone had to write one of these. . . so here it is. . . the weirdest thing I will possibly ever write. . . unless you want it to continue.
All The Doctor ever wanted was to be able to live a normal life. To be able to settle down and have a family. But he knew he never could. As last of the Time Lords he was doomed to travel in the TARDIS for the rest of days, living out the remainder of his lives alone. While the occasional companion would come there was always the moment were they would have to go and every time they did, he might as well have regenerated.
Nothing stayed the same in his life, not his face, not his friends, not his family, not even the TARDIS. Sure she was always there for him, but she changed, so much so that he could clearly see why River was usually a better driver. She had only known one TARDIS. He had known many. One too many in fact. It was this last transformation of his normally trusty TARDIS that made him leave her in search of some sort of consistency in his life.
The Doctor walked solemnly down the street, leaving the TARDIS on the corner of another abandoned street. He wasn't quite sure where he was, but he didn't really care where. He was wondering aimlessly looking for something to hold on to. What that something was he did not know until a familiar zing rang through the alley he found himself in.
Daleks, he thought, of course. Through thick and through thin, the one thing that he was constantly met with was the Daleks. They may have always been an enemy due to their desire and need to kill but they were the one thing that never left the Doctor's life, and the one thing he knew was too stubborn to go.
As that Dalek turned the corner, the Doctor was surprised to find comfort in its slim eyestalk, its smooth plunger and its slick whisk of death. No matter how hard he tried these creatures would not leave him, and he loved them for that.
Against his better judgment, The Doctor charged the Dalek head on like some slow motion, romantic beach sunset scene. He reached out to touch the smooth surface of its head just as its arms rotated and shot him. The Doctor collapsed on top of it, his cheek pressed against the Dalek's cold metal.
"Please don't leave me." He said pitifully before noticing a warm glow on his fingertips.
The Dalek's only reply was a forceful "exterminate" before the Doctor was transported back to Galifrey, the new home of hell. The fires, the ice, the torture, the death and the regeneration and then death again. But there they were, the Daleks, wreaking havoc on the people he had deserted and the home he had once loved before another had taken its place.
Please Please Please comment. . . Im curious. . .