A/N: Hey everyone! :D In this chapter time is running out, literally closing in around them, but can The Doctor really stop For and even if he does... can even he stop the very laws of time? Lets find out! :D

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His Darkest Hour

Chapter Five: The End

For dragged himself to his feet for the fourth time, his fists clenched, the ring that meant so much to him digging into his palm. A bead of sweat ran down his face, cold against the blood that pounded through his head.

What was going on? Was this The Doctor's doing? He slipped the ring back on his finger as the feeling passed and he again attempted to finish his work on Dalek central computer, mind buzzing.

After he'd watched The Doctor disappear from inside the artron charged room he'd told his new "allies" to destroy the Weak in the hope that it would keep them distracted for a while and then he had immediately headed here, to the computer core, to wire up the two time machines to the mainframe and put an end to this madness.

The core stood in the middle of a huge grey stone hall (a colour he was quickly becoming tired of), and The For could almost picture the Dalek taskforce that would have been needed to keep it running. He rolled his eyes, allowing himself a smile. "That's the problem with Daleks," he muttered, "no imagination." Of course, he hadn't just been able to come here unguarded, and outside stood three, rather powerful machines awaiting his inevitable betrayal. But what they didn't know was that he had everything he needed right in this room and that by the time they saw his betrayal comming, it would be far too late.

"Don't worry," he said to the open air, where she should have been standing if it hadn't been for his best friend. "I'll save you P," he pressed the ring gently to his lips and felt a tear glide down his cheek. He started work again, alone in the largest room of the huge Dalek complex, and poured his every emotion into his fingers, allowing them to dart and weave across the many different buttons, switches and wires in every attempt to get the final stage of his plan in motion, because when he did that she could be saved. She would be saved. "No one hurts my wife."

"You're right," came a voice from behind him, that echoed through the huge space, seeming to fill it within seconds. Footsteps sounded, but they seemed uneven as though whomever was talking had a limp. "No one does, no one did and no one ever will." The For took a shaky breath, and turned around to face his old friend.

"But how did you-?" The For began, wondering both how he'd survived the artron room and gotten past his bodyguards, but at that moment another strike of agony burst through him, and for a dreaded second he thought The Doctor had shot him point blank. But then he realized that he too was suffering from the same problem, collapsing to his knees before pulling himself back up. "What is that!" For cried across the hall, one hand clasping at his chest, his other behind his back, descreetly playing with his all important ring, sliding it to where it needed to be.

"Time is closing in," The Doctor explained, moving closer, his hands up to show he had nothing on him, no hint of a plan. "Our fight has gone too far and now we could face being locked here, while the real Time-Lock out there deteriorates, unleashing hell upon the universe."

The For seemed to stand frozen and then stepped back the lean against the computer behind him, his chest still aching. "So this is the end? They'll escape but we are stuck here? Never to see them?"

The Doctor seemed to mirror the pain in his eyes, as they glistened under the Skaronian light that filtered through the open roof. "Yes. I'm trapped away from you all, again. Still," he continued, as he collapsed next to his friend, "at least I'm not alone this time."

The For laughed, but it wasn't the laught that The Doctor had expected, kind and understanding, it was calous and angry. By the time that tone had registered The Doctor had figured it out he was stood up and was twirling his screwdriver between his fingers. "You think I'd stay here, with the butcherer of our species when there is a fight to win, and my family to protect?"

The Doctor stood up slowly, looking For in the eye. "For just listen, do you think that will really solve anything? The war is dead, everyone lost but if you attempt to restart it then countless more will die countless times! I know what you're planning and if you do attempt to hold the Time-Lock from closing it will tear the Universe apart at the seems!"

For seemed desperate, his eyes darting between The Doctor, the computer and the exit, not knowing which one he should dart towards. Deep down he knew The Doctor was right but- "what choice do I have! You want me to just accept she's dead and that I can't do anything? I can't accept that Doctor" he said, his voice wavering, but his mind was made up. "I won't!"

He raised the sonic and aimed at the ring hidden in the computer that, when given a signal, would initiate send it through out the Dalek network across Skaro, producing enough raw power to send the machine he'd melded together back into the Time War, taking him along with it.

Once there it would force the war to continue until one side emerged victorious, but The Doctor knew that wouldn't happen. Rassilion would administer the final victory, the end of time itself and For's plan, his wife would dissolve before his eyes.

Of course! His eyes! He hasn't seen what I have! The Doctor knew what he had to do. "I'm sorry For but neither will I!" He lunged forwards, not at the screwdriver but For's temples, where he locked his fingers and used the physical connection combined with For's concentration on his ring to smash through the mental barriers and into his friends mind.

Images flooded forth as The Doctor showed him exactly what would unfold if the Time War were to rage again, and exactly what the Time-Lords would do if they got the chance, as they had almost managed it not that long ago.

The connection broke almost as soon as it had begun, but For had seen everything that he needed to. The sonic dropped from his limp hands as he stared in horror at his friend. "Why?"

The Doctor looked glumly back, his face stern. "War changed them," he muttered, his voice not layered with disgust like I'd expected it to be, it was just hollow, as though The Doctor often asked the same question about his once beloved race. "They lost sight of what they were fighting for, they only cared about winning, no matter the cost."

"And now they'll get their chance?" As if in reply, the two of them were sent crashing to the ground by the worst pain yet, that had them writhing and roaring and this time it didn't completely die away, it lingered like a cancer in their chests.

"Yes," The Doctor panted, "I guess they will." The two of them seemed to lie there for hours as they took in what that meant. For eventually spoke.

"I'm sorry Doctor," he said, his breath still coming in short gasps. "I'm sorry. If I'd only listened... this could have been avoided."

The Doctor laughed, but it was interrupted by vicious coughs. "I'm the one who should apologize," he groaned back, his fingers finally finding his beloved sonic which he clenched tightly as though it could do something to protect him. "I'll never forgive myself for that, I don't blame you for what you thought. I feel the same."

The two of them lay back, knowing that this was the end. They could both feel the very time around them seeming to squeeze them tighter, restricting their breathing and forcing their hearts to beat slower... slower. Their systems shutting down, and as all hope drifted away before their closed eyes, they succumbed to the dark.

A/N: Oh no! Can this really be "The End!" Don't worry there is another chapter to come, so they maybe just stand a chance! :) Don't forget to review :D

P.S: Can I just say I do apologize if this three-parter is dragging a bit? I didn't mean it to but I do feel like I should have restricted myself slighty now that I look back at it :s Oops :D Don't worry I've learned my lesson, two-parters at the maximum from now on :P