Words (Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Words: Prolouge

I glared the Daleks down. That stupid species, that when I have nothing, have everything. I had killed them, in the war. The war greater then all other wars, the one that either destroyed the universe, or saved it.

"Hello. I'm the Reader. I think you know who I am."

The machines shuddered, their eyestalks moving up in down in a nervous fashion. The Dalek spaceship was large, brown, and housed millions of Daleks. The dalekanium was dull, it's circular pattern annoying.

"THE READER."

"Yes hello."

"THE READER WILL NOT BE FEARED." Inwardly I groaned at these screeching words. Every time, every single time, they claimed they wouldn't be scared. Look where that got them, every single species, ever.

"Hmm."

"WHAT? EXPLAIN THOUGHTS." The Daleks demanded, their heads spinning slightly.

"It's just, I was thinking."

"ABOUT?!" They shrieked, worry edging its way into their metallic voices.

"How I created everything with great difficulty, yet how easy it is to destroy it."

The beasts shuddered simultaneously, slowly backing up inch by inch. I closed my eyes, my brain reading the future, the plans that would work and the ones that wouldn't.

"I'll let you live if you can tell me one thing or person not scared of me. I'll know if they are."

"YOU MAY BE LYING."

"I could, but this is your only chance."

"YOU. YOU ARE NOT SCARED OF YOURSELF." The Daleks hesitated, awaiting my response in fear.

"I'm terrified of myself, I more scared of myself then you are of me. Goodbye Daleks." I nodded my head, spinning around to my hidden TARDIS. The Daleks began shrieking as they began spinning, faster and faster as they exploded.

One was left.

I paused the spinning him for a moment, so he could answer my question.

"Dalek, why are they all scared of me? Why am I scared of me?" I sincerely asked, turning around to walk more closely to the creature.

"WE ARE SCARED OF YOUR ABILITY, OF YOUR MERCY, OF YOUR WRATH. WE ARE SCARED OF WHAT WILL BECOME OF US. YOU ARE SCARED OF WHAT HAS BECOME OF YOU, WHAT YOUR SPECIES HAS DONE TO YOU. YOU ARE SCARED OF HIM FINDING OUT, AND BEING DISSAPOINTED. I ADMIRE YOU. I AM SCARED OF YOU, LIKE A CADET IS SCARED OF HIS GENERAL, HIS COMMANDING OFFICER. YET WE ARE SCARED MOST OF ALL, OF HOW WE ALL ADMIRE YOUR WORDS."

"What's your name Dalek?" I asked, my hearts pounding hard.

"DALEK CAAN!" It proudly stated, seeming to stand taller.

"Go on Caan, leave and tell all the other species that you lived through me, they won't believe you. Go and tell the world of what you have seen and observed. Go do, what I can never do, because Dalek Caan, I am leaving, for good."

I slumped off towards my TARDIS, going to sit up against the console. The offset white looked like old pages from an old book, with its black ink writing. The walls were dark blue and black, splashes of purple, yellow, white, and pink created the stars of the universe.

"Darling, find the Chameleon Arch, I'm done." I muttered, snapping my fingers to close the doors. I could see Dalek Caan on the monitor.

His gun, plunger and eyestalk were all down, in a moment of silence, a salute to the bravest of all warriors who have died in battle.

"Thank you, and tell him, Dalek Caan, that I said goodbye." I murmured softly, knowing that the Dalek heard.

I reached into the pocket of my tan colored leather jacket and grabbed my watch. The swirls were intricate, beautiful and simplistic at the same time. In my home planet's language, it could be translated to something important, something I would soon forget.

'Never stop reading.'