A/N: I was watching the end of Return of the King if you're wondering how I thought up this bittersweet mess. BTW, this is a drabble, so I don't really explain what happens. Disclaimer: Don't own Doctor Who. The consequences would be bad as you can see.
The Doctor has already sacrificed so much. He sacrificed his innocence, his safety, his friends, his family, his home, and so much much more. Several times he sacrificed his life. He always came back, but everybody knows that someday the universe would end. No one knows when.
And then one day a terrible blackness enveloped the universe taking life with it. This had always happened. But, it wasn't a fixed point in time even though the vortex ended. The time vortex ended at that point of time as the blackness destroyed time itself and then, the Doctor came to that point in time.
He heard the shrieking of the women and the wailing of the children. The helpless cries of trillions and trillions and trillions innocent beings screaming for someone- anyone to help them.
The Doctor could not stand by. He tried everything. Nothing worked. It was the end, there was only one last thing to do. Demons run when a good man goes to war, even more so when a good man with nothing to lose goes into battle.
And in the blackness and the nightmares at the end of time and space- the end of everything, in the dark where all were holding their breath and waiting for it to end, a voice clear and strong rang out-
"Take me instead."
The dark weighed the universe and the last Timelord in its vast consciousness.
"I've lived a long life and I've seen a few things. I walked away from the Last Great Time War. I marked the passing of the Timelords. I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time. No space. Just me. I walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a madman. I've watched universes freeze and creations burn. I've seen things you wouldn't believe. I have lost things you will never understand. And, I know things, secrets that must never be told and knowledge that must never be spoken."
It determined the greater one and took it. The darkness vanished, bright light returned, the vortex flowed on again, and on the fields of Trenzalore, a man died.
The last of the Timelords of Gallifrey.
He screamed and screamed and then he was gone. There was no golden mist nor yellow sparks, a darkness settled and the orange one and the pretty one closed the lids of the man.
He burned on a pier at midnight. The blue box dissolved in the cascade of stars above, the golden form of a woman shimmered briefly in the sky before it disappeared to greet it's maker.
The curly one cried. It was not time, so how had this happened?
The universe turned on, singing the praises of the sacrificed one who would always be remembered, known in myths and legends and as fact even though he had perished. He is known as the oncoming storm, the destroyer of worlds, as the creature in the maze, The Doctor, he was known by his true name.
The word he had uttered to his wife on the fields of Trenzalore, Silence had fallen and The Doctor was no more and yet, known through all of time, and though he had made many mistakes and had believed when he was alive that he was a monster,
the Doctor was... Loved.