Wrote this drabble on October 1st and completely forgot about it. Have fun reading it. I may or may not continue it (probably not, knowing me, but I want to.)
A Dalek watched from afar as his planet was destroyed. Skaro was blazing, crumbling, deforming, and everyone was dying. Children, soldiers, mothers, scientists, pacifists, Daleks, and Time Lords. The Doctor could not tear his eye away, but could not bear to watch. His planet was gone, his race destroyed… but it was for the best. The Time War had gone on long enough… the evil had to end.
A tear fell.
The Daleks died.
xXx
The Doctor awoke. Fear pulsed through his body as he did so, breathing hard and shaking as if the earth were crumbling to pieces below him. He pulled himself together and brushed himself off, inspecting his body for damage. While everything was sore, nothing seemed broken or badly bruised. Twisting around, he turned to face a sound he knew all too well: the sound of a seething Time Lord. He peered into a face wrinkled with age with silver wispy hair and dark eyes shadowed by two caterpillar eyebrows. It was not a kind face. There was anger in his eyes that the Doctor did not like - a sort of hatred beyond that of even the normal fire of a Time Lord.
"How did you get in my TARDIS? Do you think I wouldn't notice you?" the man nearly screamed. It was only then that the Doctor registered that he was indeed in a TARDIS. He blinked. He'd been in a TARDIS before, of course, but never one so... unique. Most Time Lords preferred a stark cold interior with very little furnishing. They were, after all, a very practical bunch.
"I do not know," the Doctor answered truthfully, brushing off the Time Lord's accusational tone and trying to keep calm. He hadn't been killed yet, so it meant the Time Lords needed something. "I could ask the same of you. Why have you abducted me?"
"YOU WERE THE ONE-" the Time Lord put his hands to his face as if he could not for the life of him understand what was going on. "Look. What are your orders? Why are you here? Daleks don't just show up on my TARDIS, and if they do usually the TARDIS doesn't allow it."
The Doctor shook his head in confusion. "You are a Renegade? Who are you?"
"What do you mean who am I?" the Time Lord snarled. "You know me as the Oncoming Storm - the Doctor."
"Impossible," the Doctor pointed out. He had a terrible sinking feeling.
"Do I need to lay it out? I am the Predator! The Executioner! The Living Death! The Dalek Killer! I am the Ka Faraq Gatri!"
"Destroyer of Worlds," the Doctor said softly. "I do not know you and yet I believe I do. I cannot make sense of your accusations, nor your alias, and yet I understand. I know you. I know you because you are me."
The Time Lord simply blinked. He looked stunned.