While Matt Smith was passed out on the TARDIS floor, The Doctor was busy poking his face with his sonic screwdriver.
The Doctor's poking seems unresponsive for a few minutes until Matt begins to murmur some inaudible words in his unconscious state, swatting the sonic out of his face. His eye lids slowly opened and he jumped back a bit when he saw The Doctor smiling at him, nearly face to face. Still on the ground, Matt leaned his back against the TARDIS doors and looked at The Doctor from head to toe with his face struck with both confusion and amazement.
The Doctor chuckled a bit, stuffing his sonic screwdriver back in his coat pocket. "Good. You're awake. No need to get up. No need to even speak. Before we get into the 'ol clichéd 'who are you, what's going on, how is this possible' bit of this show called life, I can explain everything." He cleared his throat and crossed his hands behind his back. "I am The Doctor. Yes, the same Doctor you and many others have played on television. Now I know what you're thinking...what's an eccentric bowtie wielding madman in a phone box doing outside of the television box? Excellent question, I might add. Another excellent question would be what are creatures like the Daleks doing outside of the television box? Both brilliant questions and the fact that they both crossed your mind shows how inquisitive you are. Of course, the fact that it's crossed my mind that they've crossed your mind shows how clever I am, but I digress." He boasted with a cheeky grin, adjusting his bowtie. "Anyway, to answer the last question, I'm trying to figure that out myself. To answer the first question, my whole life's work has been real since before the show aired in 1963. Every bit of it's real. Well, more like 87% of it is, but you know how writer's like to tweak things to make stuff interesting and to protect the innocent."
Matt gasped a bit, eyes widened, trying to process just how all of it...the Daleks, the Time Lords, the aliens, the planets...everything from the show could be real. "If it's all so real, why is it a tv show?"
The Doctor sighed, scratching the back of his head for a second. "Ooh boy...funny story about that actually..." He chuckled a bit, trying to find the right words to start off. "...um...who's that one actor who's playing the me who 'broke the promise'?" He asked, using air quotations. "He was in a movie where a giant worm burst through his chest or something?"
"John Hurt?" Matt asked.
"Yes! That's his name!" The Doctor stated with a snap of his fingers. "You know how in the anniversary show, his Doctor is supposed to have 'broken the promise'?" The Doctor asked, again using air quotations. Matt nodded before The Doctor continued. "Well, there is some truth to that statement. That incarnation of me they're basing that character on was the one who went to a studio and told a staff of writers all of our secrets for money. Thus, in a sense, breaking our promise. Thus, in a sense, creating Doctor Who."
Matt raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What would a Time Lord need money for?"
"Well...let's just say that when tragedy struck us hard, we were tired of the universe just...not caring." The Doctor said in a somber tone, looking off in the distance in deep thought for a moment about how much of a bad state he was in after the Time War ended. "So, in a desperate attempt to get away from it all, I used the chameleon circuit and became a human. I got a job as a writer and I pitched an idea that the whole studio loved."
Matt shook his head in confusion as he rose from the ground. "Now that is an impossibility. There's no way you could have created Doctor Who. A man named Sydney Newman did and on the show, everytime you masqueraded as a human, you went with the name-"
"John Smith. Yes I know." The Doctor finished his sentence. "I switch it up from time to time. If you go around the universe calling yourself John Smith for hundreds of years, somebody is going to notice and somebody will notice a historical inaccuracy when they check the history books to see dozens of John Smith's popping up all over the place."
Matt's head started to hurt a bit. This was a lot to take in after all. He rubbed the top of his head and leaned against the TARDIS doors. "This whole day's been a historical inaccuracy." He mumbled to himself.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" The Doctor asked, hearting Matt's inaudible mumbles.
Matt sighed, rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms. "Nothing. Continue."
The Doctor nodded. "Very well. Thank you. Now if only I could remember where I...AH YES!" He spouted as he remembered what he was talking about. "John Smith! Can't depend on that name forever. Sometimes I need a different one, like the day we met. I-"
"The day we met?!" Matt asked completely surprised. "Tonight was the first time we've met!"
"No, tonight was the first time we've formerly introduced ourselves in my true alias. BUT while I was investigating a little alien infestation...don't worry about it...I decided to stroll my way around a convention. No one noticed, they all thought I was playing dress up, only they called it cosplay whatever that is, and then we met up. Everyone said we looked almost just alike. We were like twinsies for a day." The Doctor said with a smile.
Matt was in deep thought for a moment until he remembered meeting a man fans and cast members alike at the convention boasted to him the whole day about how much he looked like him. "I remember a guy named Matt something...that was you?"
The Doctor smirked and saluted Matt. "Yes. Matt Elliott. At your service...for that day. Now, as always, I'm The Doctor. At your service."
Matt squinted his eyes in confusion for a bit before shaking his head and stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Whatever. There are more pressing matters at hands anyway like what was with those Daleks back there?"
"Actually, they weren't Daleks."
"I'm sorry, what?" Matt asked confused. "As an actor who's spent four years pretending to fight them on camera, I think I'd know a Dalek when I see them."
"Well, as a 1500 year old alien who has been actually fighting them for about half my life, I know a Dalek when I see one." The Doctor fired back with a glare, wondering how a pretend acting life can even compare to a real one.
"You're 1500?" Matt asked with an eyebrow raise.
The Doctor shrugged. "Give or take. That's not the point. The point is that one of the few things the show features that actually is accurate is The Time War. Every single Dalek is gone. They keep showing up on your show, but I haven't seen one since the war. Well, I take that back. I did see one and only one but...*clears throat*...let's just say it had to be put down." He said somberly in a broken whisper before sighing. "Anyway, I've seen stuff like that pop up all over. I managed to grab one and after a thorough inspection...I found it was a fake. Artificial is probably the proper term, but it's fake regardless. The rest probably are too. Looks like the real thing. Talks like the real thing. Thinks like the real thing. Only it's not the real thing."
"What would anyone want with a fake Dalek?" Matt asked genuinely curious.
"Well, I've got one guess. Something tells me that whoever is creating the little devils have given a sole objective to each and every one of them."
"What may that be?"
"Kill The Doctor...and by The Doctor...I mean every actor who's ever played The Doctor."
Matt gasped in complete and utter shock, a shiver flowing down his spine a bit. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, think about it. When was the last time you've seen John Hurt?" The Doctor pointed out.
Matt thought for a moment, and then realized it has been a while. "Now that you mentioned it, he hasn't showed up on the set for the days he's been scheduled to film for the past couple weeks. You don't think-"
The Doctor sighed. "I'm afraid so. They got him. And your friend Paul...is this the same Paul McGann who played The Eighth Doctor?"
Matt sighed. "Unfortunately. I hadn't checked his pulse, but he looked dead."
The Doctor stuffed his hand in his pocket. "And Richard E. Grant...he hasn't been seen in a while has he?"
Matt looked puzzled for a moment, but nodded. "He's filmed all his scenes by now, but he hasn't been seen in public for a while. But he never played The Doctor. Not on the official show at least. On an animated show that didn't last very long."
"But he still played The Doctor. All of these men have one thing in common and that's they played me. Official or not, these artificial Daleks are taking no prisoners and we have to stop them and find their creator."
"I'm sorry...we?"
"Yes, we." The Doctor repeated simply, walking over to the controls. "They'll come for you again and I'm not going to let anyone die in my name. Not again." He said softly and somberly.
"But I've got family and friends down there. I can't just abandon them!"
"Relax, you'll be back to them when this is all over."
"What if it doesn't end? What if the worst happens and the Daleks aren't satisfied just killing The Doctor? They want his friends as well? What if it just gets worse from there?"
The Doctor sighed somberly. "Then I guess we shouldn't waste any more time. What's that line you say on the show again?" He smirked as he put his hand on the control panel lever. "Oh right...Geronimo." He pulled the lever and the TARDIS started making loud sounds. It was prepared for lift off...and so was The Doctor...and reluctantly enough, so was Matt Smith along for the ride.