A/N: Hello FanFiction! Sorry it's been so long since I've uploaded, but school overtook my life! You know what that's like... But anyway I'm back now and I hope the long wait was worth it! :) Here is the final episode of this phenomenal three parter. Enjoy! :)

And don't forget; if you are a new reader to this series I strongly recommned going back and reading the first few episodes otherwise you'll be more lost than The Doctor at a party! :P Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and please please review! :D

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His Darkest Hour

Chapter One: A Choice

"What!" I stormed into the main console room and onwards towards the doors. "How could you... How could you?"

"Alex let me explain!" The Doctor called as he ran into the room.

"Forget it Doctor! I knew you'd changed but I never imagined that much! How could you side with them!"

"You haven't seen what happens next yet!" The Doctor said, standing ontop of the stairs. I froze with my hand on the door handle. "Just see what happens next and if its not to your liking then I can just drop you home. But I wouldn't try to just storm out," he said jovially, a grin spreading across his face. "We're not exactly down the street."

I left the doors and walked back up to face The Doctor. "Fine. But you'd better have a very good reason for it."

"Its simple" The Doctor smiled as he lead me back to the interface. "I made a choice."


The Dalek was still talking but The Doctor didn't want to hear it.

"Shut up!" he yelled. The Dalek rocked back, stunned. "Thanks," he grinned, "silence is golden. But why is gold good?" he mused, "I've never liked it myself... wrong texture, but anyway," he strode off towards the blue doors, fishing the key from his pocket.

"What are you doing?"

"Leaving," The Doctor answered, not slowing his pace out of this mad-house.

"You see?" another warped voice rang, and The Doctor got the distinct impression that other Daleks had arrived, but he continued towards his TARDIS uncaring. "This was never going to work, we should have just killed him along with The False and their Advocate!"

"No!"The first Dalek cried, "We are more Time-Lord than anything! We are defective and we are no longer Dalek! We are more his breatherin than we are mindless machines and we cannot allow this to continue!" The Doctor paused at the door, key just about to slide into the lock. "We know our race. We know what will happen if we continue to fight. They will slaughter us all-"

"This is Skaro!" The second Dalek replied, The Doctor now realising that even this unusual social gathering had two sides, two courses of action. "We will create more! They may destroy us but we will never truly end!" Cries of "Exterminate" greeted this with glee.

The Doctor removed the key from the lock. He might have wanted to run, it would have pleased him to no end if he could just blast the entire planet back into the lock and have done with it... but he couldn't do it. He couldn't kill his friend again. He couldn't sacrifice For just to make it easier for himself. He was no Dalek.

"You won't survive," he said, the tone in his voice leaving no doubt about whether he believed that. "They are eons beyond what you are capable of, and they have so much knowledge of what is to come they managed to turn my best friend against me." He was walking now, purposefully, towards the second Dalek and watched as it shrunk away. "They will burn you, and break you and grind you into dust because to them you are a past they would rather forget! You are the deluded few that couldn't get it into your thick metal heads when to back down!"

"But we have taken down some of them, they are few in number and we are on the verge of victory!"

The Doctor laughed, spinning around to the rest of the group. "So you took down one, but what now? How many of you have they "exterminated"? You won't last much longer and your ancestors knew that! They weren't fighting their way back here to win the war, they were doing it to stop it from happening, to ensure they didn't lose. But that won't work, not now that me and my friend For are here! We're a real spanner in the works because we don't abide to your rules." He stopped and stared at the sea of light blue eyestalks. "You've already lost," he said, descreetly stepping backwards, "because I know how you feel. The burning, the hatred against what you are. It hurts doesn't it?"

He turned to the first Dalek, his face sombre. "I'm sorry for what For's done to you," he said, "I truly, truly am. None of this should have happened and I swear I will put this right."

"Doctor what are you-?" The Doctor didn't hang around to explain, he just dived backwards at the locked TARDIS doors. They opened and he collapsed inside as they swung shut behind him.

The Daleks had been so focused on their arguments they hadn't seen him unlock the TARDIS door. They also hadn't seen what else he'd fished from his pocket with the key, a small brown disc that he'd then fiddled with as he spoke, before attaching it to the second Dalek that had spoken to him.

The minature bomb exploded just as the TARDIS began to fade away, ripping the Daleks apart, their casings torn open by the initial force, metal creaking and snapping, unable to take the strain. The flesh inside boiled and shrivelled, the stone walls around them cracked and were blasted away, before what was left of the corrupted Daleks evaporated.

It was all over in a second.


Inside the TARDIS, The Doctor flung a switch and it hurtled away from the blast, leaving him safe for now, or so he thought.

The second it had landed The Doctor was thrown to his knees, his hands clutching his head as he yelled. He smashed his fist repeatedly against the floor, his breathing heavy, head pounding. He screamed again, a vein visibly pulsating above his brow as he dragged himself up the railing around the console, holding on for dear life until, finally he dropped from the railing and slipped from consiousness.