A/N: Besides Curse Of Fatal Death I haven't seen a Doctor Who episode in my life; all my knowledge comes from fanfics. Also it's 3 in the morning while I'm writing this, so if this is the worst story you've ever read that's probably why. Also, I am a huge, and I mean huge fan of the Daleks and not much else, so that's also probably why.
"DOCTOR, YOU MUST STOP?!" The lone Dalek cried desperately.
The Doctor laughed, an unhinged sound that would send a chill down the spine of anyone who heard it. "Oh, and why would I do that?" The time lord had sacrificed a lot to get to this point, including, regrettably, his companion. She was a wonderful woman, unlike any companion that came before her, and now she was gone. He now had the very last Dalek cornered, trapped. Its weapon was broken. Its shields no longer functioned. One more move from The Doctor and pow, it would be dead and this nightmare would be over at last.
"BECAUSE," The Dalek replied, and there was something about its voice that made The Doctor uneasy. Usually Daleks were either boiling over with rage or terror (in his presence) but underneath that constantly interrogative tone there was a sense of calm. Like the metal death machine was one hundred percent sure it knew how to escape this situation with its life. "IF YOU EXTERMINATE ME, THERE WILL BE OTHERS TO REPLACE ME? MORE DALEKS, OR ANOTHER THREAT TO THE UNIVERSE? OR EVERYTHING ENDS?"
The Doctor didn't even need a moment to think before bursting into laughter. He had come so far, and had done so much to insure his victory that it was absurd to him. He laughed so hard that spots swam before his eyes, and tears rolled down his face. He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice a panel on the Dalek's casing move, and its contents (it was a storage compartment) fly out and smack him in the face. Dumbfounded, he pulled it off and studied it. It was a bunch of papers written in english. He quickly skimmed over them, and was shocked at what he found:
DOCTOR WHO SEASON X, EPISODE Y REVELATION OF THE DOCTOR
What followed was everything that had just happened up until this moment in screenplay format. When he looked up again, he couldn't help but notice that things looked different to him now, though he couldn't tell if it was because they'd actually changed or he was just noticing them for the first time. Everything looked fake. Like... props!
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW, DOCTOR? NONE OF THIS IS REAL? THIS IS NOTHING MORE THAN A SCIENCE FICTION TELEVISION PROGRAM FOR HUMANS?"
The Doctor wanted to yell, he wanted to deny the Dalek's claim. But the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. It made sense why every time he thought he'd defeated the Daleks, more would appear somehow. And his whole regeneration thing... it made it so much easier to continue the show, didn't it? If the actor playing him died or didn't want to do it anymore, they could just have him regenerate and hire a new one. The Doctor felt an eery calm wash over him, and then, much to his surprise, real calm. And then, he smiled. The first genuine smile he'd had in a long time. "Oh, I see! Thank you, Dalek! Thank you!" And then, The Doctor did something he thought he would never ever do. He gave a Dalek a hug.
"AAHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DOCTOR!?"
The Doctor let go, and began explaining himself. "You know I really should be upset about this, but I'm actually really quite happy with this development. It means that no one was actually hurt, and that nothing was really destroyed, doesn't it? No harm, no fowl. Which is great, because I was getting really tired and depressed there for a bit. But now that I know this is all just a show, maybe I can actually enjoy myself for a change. And to think this was all because of a Dalek, ha!"
"Er... GLAD TO BE OF Assistance?" The Dalek questioned out loud. It was starting to wonder if this was actually a good idea.
"Here's an idea," The Doctor continued with a wide grin. "Why don't you travel with me? Since you appear so often that must mean you're quite popular, so if you become my new companion that'll insure the existence of our universe for seasons to come!"
The Dalek pondered this. "THAT MAY Work, BUT HOW COULD WE JUSTIFY THAT? WHY WOULD YOU TRAVEL WITH YOUR WORST ENEMY?"
The Doctor's face fell. "Oh yeah, we're enemies. I can't believe I forgot about that. Wow, I never thought that would be something I'd forget! Well hmm this is a problem isn't it? Oh, I know! How about some cliche stuff about us being the last of our kind and this war being pointless and stuff like that?"
"THAT COULD WORK?"
The Doctor handed over the script so his very unlikely new friend could make the appropriate alterations. "Oh, they'll never see this coming! So, where would you like to go first?"
"WELL, THERE IS THIS HUMAN FOOD CALLED PIZZA THAT I WOULD LIKE TO TRY?"
"Perfect! You can tell me how you found this all out while we eat! Let's go!"
As the really unlikely duo headed for the Tar dis, a song began to play. The Doctor liked it a lot and began to hum it as they went. From now on, he would just enjoy his travels. Because now that he knew the truth, he felt invincible . Because he was.