A/N : It's been a while, Doctor Who!
This has been a fairly confusing story to write. It's a small-ish story, that shouldn't exceed 4 chapters, so it should be pretty airtight and not boring.
So the Doctor in this story is kind of strange to understand and isn't intelligent enough to anticipate this. This is waaaay into the Doctor's future and to put things simply, we have no idea what his number is. He regenerates after trauma but the mental trauma slips through his regeneration and this story is mainly about the events that take place during and after the regeneration.
Since the Whovian mind is buzzing with the regeneration news, this is what I could come up with. Cheers.
As always, a review would be awesome.
Prologue :
He held her dying body, completely still. He was the Doctor, there was nothing he couldn't do. Except for this time. He simply couldn't move.
With all his mental might, he managed to look up. He saw the dead Dalek, sparks still flying from its metal body. The room was white. He leaned back on the TARDIS, with a bewildered face that was practically incapable of crying at this point.
His loyal, faithful companion. Never questioning, never judging. Died in the arms of his greatest enemy. It took the Daleks long enough to really understand the fact that the Doctor is impossible to defeat, but not his fragile (usually) human companion. If they fail, they run the danger of bringing on the wrath of the Doctor onto them. If they succeed, well, he's still going to be angry, but he should be easy to defeat.
Or so they thought.
On the very edge of the Milky Way, the Daleks sent out a distress signal, disguised as a human distress signal. An ambush. The oldest trick in the book. The Doctor, always helpful, rushes there. And began a small war.
For seventeen days, they fought. The Doctor and his companion, together. They were separated from the TARDIS, but what they could not separate was their unity, the Doctor's intelligence and his companion's wit. They almost made it too. Except for a stray Dalek which managed to find the TARDIS.
The Dalek was not dead.
The Doctor took too long to realize that the Dalek console wasn't sparking out of destruction, but out of repair. They had learnt to program their suits in case they were attacked by a sonic probe. An intelligent Dalek. God save the Universe.
The Doctor stuffed his hand inside the coat, searching for his sonic screwdriver. It wasn't there. He forgot how long he was holding his dead companion's body that he forgot where the sonic was. Of course it was next to the rebuilding Dalek.
The Dalek was weak. A second-hand Dalek is always weak. But definitely strong enough to fire one last jolt of charge into both of the Doctor's hearts. The last jolt of charge killed the Doctor, but it also killed the Dalek. A suicidal Dalek. God save the Universe.
Both hearts not beating, the Doctor managed to pull himself into the TARDIS. His companion. He couldn't leave her behind. He couldn't breathe anymore... but...
The yellow strands of light begin emanating from his sleeves. It's beginning. No time, no time.
The last act of this life would be at least keeping her body with him. She shouldn't be left alone on a Dalek outpost on the edge of the Milky Way. The Doctor's always had a weird way of respecting the dead, but somehow he felt like she deserved the most human way of respecting the dead.
After all, she was the most human human after all.
He managed to bring her into the TARDIS, practically struggling to breathe. He fell onto the floor of the main console. He didn't have the strength to do anything anymore. He kicked her with his leg so that she would fall into the lower portion of the console room. He rolled towards the central console, and managed to shed one tear.
He was ready to go.
He pulled the lever with the remainder of his might, and the TARDIS dematerialized from the Dalek outpost as he allowed the magic of the Time Lords to work through him.
Kind of short, yes, but that's because this is just the prologue.