The man and his enemy stood opposite each other. They had been fighting for countless years, generations, centuries and never had there been a respite. Never had there been an end to the war that spanned all of time and space. Never was there an end to the Time War.
And now, the two survivors, one from each side of the war, stood facing each other. The man ran a hand through his still-not-ginger hair and closed his eyes.
Everyone was dead. Dead or Time-Locked. Either way, there was no way the man could see any of his friends again. And all of his companions, aside from his beautiful box, over the years had grown up; they no longer needed the mad man and his blue box.
And his enemy was the last. The last of his kind. And the man hadn't the heart to end it, end the war, end his enemy, or, by proxy, end himself.
"I can't do this anymore," the man admitted quietly.
"You are admitting defeat?" his opponent responded in its usual angry tones. "You cannot admit defeat! I will not allow it! You will be exterminated!"
"Go ahead. Do your worst." The man said morbidly, spreading his arms out.
"This… must be some sort of trick,"the robotic voice now sounded… afraid. "You are the Doctor. You do not surrender. Where is your companion? Where is your family?"
"They're gone. I stopped picking them up. It's just me and my box, now. Me and the TARDIS and not a single stray for what must have been... I'm alone now." The Doctor said softly.
He then seemed to strike on an idea, his eyes widening almost comically.
"Come with me." At what he took to be a disbelieving look, he continued. "I'm lonely, you're lonely—don't deny it—and we're both the last of our kinds. We can be the last together. Come with me."
"I am a Dalek and you are the Doctor. We are enemies. We do not travel together. It would be…"
"A first for the last. If it doesn't work, we'll both probably end up killing each other." The Doctor piped up cheerfully.
"How could you possibly trust me?" the Dalek asked.
"I can't and neither can you trust me. We'll just need to have faith that our loneliness will counteract our natural tendencies."
"And if I enslave a civilization or exterminate them?" The Doctor now looked deadly serious.
"If you do, I will have to destroy you."
"Then… I will come with you. I do not wish to die alone. And we may find survivors in your travels, upon which I will exterminate you."
"Glad to see we've reached an agreement. I… I'm going to hug you now. As a show of good faith. And because I haven't hugged a sentient being for a long while. Allons-y!" The Doctor proceeded to wrap his arms around the large metal contraption, mindful of the eye-stock and weapon-y bits. He smiled a watery smile and laughed softly.
"Did you ever see this happening?" the Doctor asked softly.
"Negative."
The two travelled for countless years, generations, centuries and did not kill each other or any other.
Not a single civilization of the countless they'd visited forgot the DoctorDalek—the frightening duo that complimented each other like mirror images and were often able to communicate without a word said between them, so in tune with each other that no villain could escape their combined wrath.
The Dalek was one of the few of its kind that ever accepted emotions as a part of itself. The Dalek found others of its kind and left, but only after a meaningful glance to the Doctor and the knowledge that the Time War ended with them.
They never met again after going their separate ways. They never forgot.