for itsthecoat
"YOU ARE THE HEA-THEN. YOU WILL BE EX-TER-MI-NATED."
"Maybe it's time."
He was alone. Alone in a room full of Daleks, who were planning on harvesting the whole human race. And he couldn't do anything to stop them. He had nothing. Nothing up his sleeve, nothing behind those big, daft ears of his...nothing at all, except...
His TARDIS. His beloved ship, just sitting in the corner, doors wide open.
Hang on. He hadn't left those open.
"Or not. You know what? I'll be back in a mo'."
It was the TARDIS herself, fighting for his survival. Opening her heart up to him--she couldn't bear to see him regenerate this way. Not so soon after the War.
He offered her a wry smile, stroking her console fondly before looking into the light.
"Least I'll go out with a bang."
He would accomplish what he'd failed to do before. Take the entire Dalek army out with him, leaving the planet below to continue on in peace. He had the power now. The power of life and death--his to control.
The Doctor remembered telling Jack once that he'd make a very bad god.
Jack.
He could see his fallen companion. Lifeless, crumpled on the ground. It wasn't right...he would fix him, too. It was his fault, after all. Everything was his fault, and he had to make it right.
Every Dalek around him had crumbled to a pile of dust, and he was burning from the inside.
Maybe it was time.