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A/N: Okay, here is another random idea that came to me. I'm not too sure about it so I need you guys to tell me if I should continue it or not. It's completely AU and Dark!Doctor. Rated T for a bit of cursing, but if I continue it, the rating will more than likely go up.

He sat looking out the window of his ship onto the planet below. Already a good portion of the universe had fallen under his command, and more planets were falling every day. But still this one insignificant piece of dirt called earth refused to fall. He had to admit that humans, for all their stupidity, were a courageous lot. Even with the armies he'd sent to conquer them, they refused to submit. That's why he was here. He had come to personally bring down this race that refused to bow to his supreme authority.

He had thirsted for power from nigh on the moment he had a concept of what it was. It had started as moving up in the ranks on Gallifrey. At the age of four hundred and twenty-seven, he became the President, the highest authority of the Time Lords. Finally free to do what he wished, he convinced many of the council members to join his crusade. To form an army and rule the universe as they were meant to do, no longer simply observing. And those who adamantly opposed him went missing.

His ideas became actions and soon, they were traveling the galaxy and bringing planets under submission. Occasionally his people would get nervous at talk of another upcoming war, and many began to doubt the leadership skills of their new president. But he would always go out and speak to them, soothing their nerves, and relieving their doubts with his smooth tongue. He'd always been able to talk his way out of any situation, make anyone come round to his way of thinking, and he was thankful that he was born with such a gift. And after assurances were made that, yes, everything would be fine, all would be back to how it was and they would prepare for another battle.

Many planets fell, and many races were conquered. But one race had refused to yield. He already hated the Daleks, but now he had a way to annihilate them. He led the Time Lords in a great war against the Daleks. It was only in the middle of the war that he saw the perfect opportunity: he could be rid of the Daleks, and at the same time, all of his people, leaving him the last of the Time Lords, free to do whatever he wished, with no one to stop him. The most powerful being in the universe.

He felt no regret as his planet exploded in a flash of heat and fire. He had no family to speak of, and his only true friend had gone off own his own. He would miss the beauty of Gallifrey, but there were others out there equally beautiful. And eventually they would be his.

He had an entire army, armies actually, which were made up of the strongest specimens of the species that were conquered. The Shadow Proclamation had fallen early on in his plan, and the Judoon were strictly under his command, along with many others. Most of them resisted at first, but with a bit of mind control they soon obeyed his every order without question.

All in all, it was a nice system, and he was quite proud of it. The troops would be sent off to conquer a certain planet, and then would arrive to watch it fall, entertaining himself with prisoners in the meantime. And once the citizens were fully subdued, the best were forcefully enrolled into his battalions and the process was repeated. His plan was flawless.

At least, it was. But that all changed when he sent troops into the Milky Way Galaxy. Most of the planets had fallen without a hitch. But then there was one small, lump of rock that refused to yield.

He'd been halfway across the universe when he first got wind of the trouble, and being unable to visit the planet, he teleported his second in command to his TARDIS.

Hargon, a member of a reptilian race known as the Parzans and his commander, was about as loyal as they came: respectful, never talked back, and obeyed orders perfectly. Hargon carefully explained that although many of the human had been imprisoned, there were still resistance groups all over the planet. They were killing off the armies that were being sent down with surprising effectiveness, and were apparently good at hiding to evade capture.

After hearing all of this information, he decided it was time for someone new in Hargon's position. Loyal he may be, but insufficiency was not something to be tolerated. The commander was given a swift execution and his body was dumped out into space.

Another Parzan took over, and he was confident that this time, the job would be taken care of. But several weeks later, he was given the same information. Annoyance was the first emotion felt, but it quickly gave way to intrigue. There were always planets that fought back, but this was the first one that had actually caused enough trouble to necessitate his own presence there.

Still, if these humans were stubborn enough that his soldiers couldn't overpower them, then maybe they deserved to be subdued by him personally. It would make for a refreshing change of pace at the least.

So here he was, no longer in his TARDIS, but in a ship a bit more practical for hovering over a planet. It was a fuel transport ship commandeered from a rather advanced society and put to his use. He preferred watching the final fall of each planet from here before he ventured down, but this time it looked as if he was going see the surface of earth earlier than intended.

Pressing a button on the strap secured across his wrist, he was transported from his ship and found himself on a dirt road. The land was definitely war-ravaged. Most of the grass was long gone, replaced only with thick, dark mud. The dirt road itself was rather worn down, as if it was used often, and the few trees that remained were either dead or lying on the ground. The sky was a dull gray and the ominous sound of thunder could be heard in the distance, signaling the approach of an oncoming storm.

So this was Earth.

It certainly wasn't much, especially when compared with some of the places he'd visited. He looked a short way down the path and saw a man standing along the side of the road. Around him were several dead bodies of what he recognized as his troops.

It was rather fortunate that Time Lords and humans looked so similar, otherwise this most definitely wouldn't work.

Adopting an innocent expression, he approached the stranger, who promptly raised the barrel of his gun with trembling fingers.

"Identify yourself!" the young man ordered, looking over his weapon at the man before him. The fear was radiating from him, probably from the fact that he'd killed these soldiers on his own. Good. That would make things a lot easier. Fear was much easier to get around than anger or sorrow.

He halted his approach and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender,

"I'm sorry, it's just… I'm a bit lost. Can you tell me where I am?"

"Where the hell have you been, mate? You're in London."

"Right, London. Thanks. So tell me, what exactly are you doing here?"

"I'm one of the guards stationed along the road. Looking out for the drones and making sure the path stays clear for members of the resistance."

"So people come along this road? Often?"

"Yep, at least twice a day. We switch out patrols when they come by."

"I see. And these… drones?" he asked, gesturing to the bodies, "Did you kill them all yourself?"

The young man look rather pleased with himself, "Yes sir, I did. But there seems to be no shortage of the damn things. No doubt more will be here shortly."

He nodded in acknowledgement as he bent down over one of the bodies and retrieved a gun. He wasn't very fond of guns, but it was necessary for his plan to work. After checking to make sure it contained ammunition, he raised back up.

The young man looked a bit unnerved by the action, "I'm sorry sir, but you never said. Who are you?"

With a cold smile, he aimed the gun at the head of the guard, "I'm the Doctor."

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