A Fellow Scholar

by Demeanon

Yet despite his joy at finding a fellow scholar again, he can't help but sometimes wish she would look at him the same way she looks at the things, people, and cultures that turn up in their adventures. But only sometimes. -No pairings-

6. Chapter 6

A Fellow Scholar: Chapter 6 - Old Enemies

A/N: My disclaimer is this - if I owned Dr. Who, I would not be writing fanfiction about it.

This story can go with any Doctor, but mostly the 11th, since I've seen the most of him. Or maybe a future one. You never know with time travellers. From here on, I might try for longer and more plot-driven chapters. I think that will be exciting, don't you?

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He has tried to keep this companion away from his ancient enemies, but no matter how hard he tries to avoid them, they always turn up.

Daleks… no matter how many times he destroys them, they always return, re-opening old wounds left by the Time War.

And oh, how he hates them.

After leaving the newest incarnations of Daleks floating in space, a black hole slowly dragging their ship to oblivion, she asks him what they were, and why he left them to die slowly and painfully as they are crushed by the darkness. So he tells her.

After all, ancient enemies must be acknowledged, or you'll never know what you're running from, and the lack of fear will slow you until you are caught in their grasp.