A/N: Who saw the series premiere?! Moffat is in mortal danger of death by frustrated fangirl. ;) Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
He stood by the wall, holding the wire shaking and sweating as possibilities unfolded before him.
"But the final responsibility is mine, and mine alone. Listen, if someone who knew the future pointed out a child to you and told you that that child would grow up totally evil, to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you then kill that child?"
Should he? Could he do such a thing?
No.
No, he couldn't not even if it was the most evil race of beings ever created. He couldn't.
####Over One Thousand Years Later####
"Help me! You can't leave me! You promised. You said I had a chance."
There stood the small innocent boy, as of yet uncorrupted, surrounded by hands, the sinister creatures eyeing him.
"Who are you? I don't get it. How did you get there?"
Should he? Could he do such a thing?
"From the future."
The boy cocked his head and shifted slightly, the sonic pointed straight at the ground. The hands twitching slightly but otherwise holding still.
"Are you going to save me?"
A flash of many regenerations a man with a goatee, a sort of cat creature, blond, and a tall sharp-boned woman, A human petite woman with short brunette hair, a round face, and huge circular eyes, and finally- a tall faithful wooden box with a cheerful laugh, a comforting feel, and eternal companionship.
Yes.
Yes, he could- for his friends.
"I'm going to save my friend the only way I can."
He took aim with the Dalek gun his face hard, determined, and unforgiving.
"Exterminate!"