Waking Heavy (original poem)

I’m coming ’round to my expensies
Can’t afford to love you less
You and I breach no defences
We’re free to choose if we confess
Throw me to the lions, sit amongst your prey
I’ll tend to our pride, let them know it’s ok
Teach them nothing is missed, keep their child in two minds
One may slip from sight, the other they’ll find
Waking heavy asks much of us
The weight of the love left when we cry
The sight of the soul asking why.

Doctor Who-The Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith (FE.Org Version)

An edit I’ve made over a dozen times finally got the seal of approval over on FE.org, and it is’nt the only DW edit I have on there. It was joined by The Snowmen last week and soon my edit of The Pilot will join it. 201a-The Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith

I always thought The Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith would fit much better as one of the last David Tennant DW specials, and so I took the liberty of joining the episodes together (SJA is a half hour show and is often serialized more than New Who is), and making it work as one.


– Cut approx. a minute from the beginning of “Part One”, including titles and writers/directors credits.

– Opening titles with David Tennant and Elizabeth Sladen credits taken from “The Stolen Earth/Journie’s End” titles and used a shortened version of the 2009 version of the theme song as this is considered part of the “Ten Farewell Tour” specials

– Story proceeds as normal until the arrival of The Trickster at the reception.

– Cut one minute and twenty-three seconds from the begining of “Part Two”, which is mostly all a reprise of part one. Removed Director’s credit

– Removed Sarah Jane and the kids saying what a fantastic person The Doctor is and what a fantastic team they make, removed “next time” for next SJA adventure and end credits, we now close the episode as the TARDIS door closes on The Doctor

– Omitted Credits 



Doctor Who-Time Enough (fanfic)




Change was coming.

He was coming.

The Doctor. The madman in a box, now even madder than ever before.

He knew it had been on the horizon for a while, the moment he saw his TARDIS join in with the others in co-ordinating the preservation of Gallifrey at the very edge of the time war.

The Eleventh Hour was winding down, however would he break this to Clara?

He would’nt, he would just break, and she would break with him, unless she was fully prepared.

It’s a silly notion he thought, she’s already seen all of me, all of my faces

He wondered if she would continue to see him. See through him, see all of him, the way he ought to be.

He felt this time that everything would hinge on her being able to know who he was, he was a good man, but how good could she be when faced with the reality of change?

That was the challenge facing him and her. Her bravery would be tested like never before. It would be a most trying Christmas for her, adjusting to the shock of the new, coming to terms with the loss of someone he knew she cared deeply about, and taking in the fresh coat of paint.

The truth field around Trenzalore compelled him to come clean about the consequences of regeneration, how the process can startle even the most well prepared individual, and how it can be the making of that person if they can adapt.

He knew Clara could adapt, he felt it, just as he felt everything come apart, he knew in his ancient bones that the Impossible Girl could make all things possible.

He would die, he would change, and if he were to live again, it had to be through her eyes. He had to be taught through her eyes.

He pondered aloud if he had chosen Clara knowing sub-consciouslly her career would take her into teaching.

He stared up at the burning belltower, he looked on at the wreckage of the Dalek mothership, he smiled, he could hear hyms being performed inside the church, the music tinged with a compelling sadness.

It made sense, he had caused a lot of damage with his regenerative energy in a bid to save the town of Christmas.

A part of him wondered if he was truly finished with Trenzalore as he picked up the TARDIS phone and dialed Clara’s number. He wondered if he had contributed to massive paradox by averting his fate here, or if the planet was always waiting for him in his twilight age, whenever that would be, however that would come.

Nothing can prepare you for death, so his mind was concentrated on preparing himself, and Clara, to live.

Time enough he thought.

Doctor Who-The Snowmen (fanedit)



A 45-minute trim of the 2012 Doctor Who Christmas special The Snowmen.

Christmas is coming, and if the Great Intelligence has his way, so is eternal winter. Sentient and savage snow is descending, eager to consume us all, can The Doctor, the Paternoster Gang, and nanny Clara save a family from the merciless lady of the lake?

The intention is trim the fat on the 2012 Christmas special, removing try-too-hard comedic banter and time wasting filler scenes.


No comedic banter between 11 and Strax in either of their two big scenes together
– No One Word Test Scene
– The Doctor and Clara’s first meeting shortened (no “two words”, no drawn out scene with the memory worm)
– Clara does not visit the cloud on the first try
– As with my “Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith” edit, the End Credits have been removed (they go by quite fast and look very blurry) and I use the shortened Tennant end theme for the outro.

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Thunderbirds Are Go-A Scene From A Play




(Contains spoilers for “Brains vs Brawn”)

As the Tracy clan watched as the GDF aircraft flew away, carrying The Hood out of their hair, the team began to reflect on all the hazards still awaiting their busy lives in spite of their arch-foe’s absence.

Kayo’s thoughts, in the meantime, were split between wanting to share in that summerization of the day to day antics, and on something she learned shortly after landing with the rest of them.

Brains had taken her to one side and told her of the tangible fear that had gripped him, Grandma, and Alan over at the island when Thunderbird Shadow’s wing was singed by a blast from the Sentinal sattelite weapon deployed by The Mechanic.

He’d told her of Alan springing into action, intending to go up to the Sentinal in Thunderbird 3 and decommision it personally.

Kayo learned of the fear he had, the anger rising up in him, the concern overriding his reason. Brains told her all of that.

And when the time came to offer her two cents on what could bother International Rescue next, she opted to walk up to where Alan was standing before uttering any sort of words.

Once the spectacle of seeing the GDF ship sail away had passed, and the team made plans to head back home, Alan stood where he was, lost in thought.

Kayo elected to ask him what was on his mind.

“Oh, nothing much Kayo, I just feel like we came out of a really unbalanced comedy film…for something as climatic as this experience was, there didn’t appear to be any stakes. The Mechanic got a few licks in, but we ran circles around him. The pass-the-parcel thing was a running gag the whole day, the Mechanic had such lax security that Brains was able to get on board no problem. For all the hype over the Sentinel’s firepower, it really made minimal impact. Either we’re too good, or…”

“…Or everything felt far too easy” replied Kayo.

“Exactly. Brains had already said The Mechanic’s actions were under the direct control of The Hood, suppose that applied to what was going on even when he was controling the Sentinal?”

“Are you saying my Uncle arranged this whole sordid thing?”

“Like a scene from a play” said Alan.

“We’re going to have to talk to the others about your theory” said Kayo.

“You believe me?” said Alan.

“I’ve always believed you, and believed in you” she said, giving him a tender hug and a few light kisses on the nose.

“Wow, what brought that on?” he asked.

“For flying to the moon and back for me” she said.

As she headed back towards Thunderbird Shadow, Alan wondered just how lucky he was, and debated whether it was for his theory being believed or for that very moment he just shared.

Thunderbirds Are Go-Seek His Center (fanfic)




(contains spoilers for the season two finale)

On the other side of the door was trouble, Scott could sense it.

As the door slid open and the face of the soul he had to salvage appeared before him, Scott could only think back to something his grandmother said to him many years ago when he was little, words that she would soon repeat to him as she oversaw the tense situation unfolding as The Hood requested International Rescue’s assistance in ensuring his well-being.

It was a quiet June morning, Scott was about eight. He had been practicising for a role in a play. It was pseduo-shakesperian, only you did’nt have to practise the volcabulary that was demanded in the source material. So long as you could stick to the basics of the story, you could go in any kind of direction.

But Scott couldn’t come up with anything witty, anything that struck out like a bolt from the blue. He lacked an urgency, a demand, to twist the knife into the souls he was tasked to salvage from the fleeting hours of a weary day. The audience seeked escapism, they sought adventure.

But Grandma had a cruel notion, she was often dissatisfied with the comforting ease of these plays and their performances, the urge to reward mediocrity and blandness. Everyone gets a medal. All the parents are jubilant as, to their eyes, all their children were winners.

How uncreative. How conformist. How uniform.

So she pulled Scott aside and she told him to perform to the level he was most comfortable with, even if it gave them what they took time out of their dreary lives to see, they did not have to want what he was willing to give. On the other hand, they may very well NEED what he could offer.

So he took to the stage a few days and was serious while others played the fool, he taught himself the proper shakesperian dialouge, he confused those he performed with, those who did not practice their craft and were content to stick to their own script. It showed their lack of devotion, exposed them as failiures in front of their loved ones.

It did not make Scott a star that night. Parents were seething at the failiures of their children to catch up to the young Tracy, and their own inability to interpret the situations within the defining context of their source material. Scott was performing at a higher level.

To those that stayed and applauded the performance, it was something they would savour.

Grandma’s words resonated strongly with Scott.

“They don’t have to like it”

And it was words he heard repeated as she conveyed to him the importance of International Rescue’s moral code and theri duty of care. It was a sacred vow they could not break.

But as the many months and years had proven, not everyone wants to enjoy the experiance, even if they desperatley needed it.

And now he was faced with their greatest adversary wanting the help.

Grandma’s words gave him the nudge he needed. To save this person, he would seek his center, and, knowing precisely how thanks to every ill experiance he had endured with unwilling souls, he would find a way to twist the knife into it.

It would be what he needed, but at the end of it all, it would not be what he wanted.

Thunderbirds Are Go-The Tallest Man In The Room (fanfic)



(Contains spoilers for “Home on the Range”)

“Yep, we’re sure making memories here” Scott said, holding the video camera and sighing in embarrassment as Alan and Gordon continued to wrestle one another over who got to sit in the armchair.

“Let go already, you’re just as bad as you are at camping. You always wrestle me for the best tent” Gordon yelled in frustration.

“Whenever there’s a bunk bed we have to share, you always want to be king of that hill. Well, when it comes to chairs of reasonable comfort, you can pick your hill to come tumbling off of, because it’s mine” said Alan

The two wound up fallnig into a heap on the floor, rolling around and pulling at each other’s hair. Gordon, elbowing Alan in the back with his kneecaps, grabbed his face and started waxing the floor with it. A mischevous grin etched across his features.

“Ok boys, I think you’re getting a little too rough here” said Scott, and gave a nod to Virgil to tackle the two and keep them seperated.

Before they could do so though, someone made their way into the ranch that commanded respect and, appropriate for the situation, manners.

“Penny, hi” said Gordon anxiously as Lady Penelope walked into the room with an authoritive prescense, and took a seat on the chair the two Tracy brothers were squabbling over.

“There, I think I’ve settled this within seconds” she said.

“We were just being playful, you know, a little way to shake off some steam” Gordon replied nervously.

“Oh you bet I’m steamed” said Alan

“Hey though, you did a good job taking over from Kayo on that rescue operation while she tried to trail the Mechanic. Good timing, and a herculean effort. That journalist is going to tell a very different story about us now”

“Actually Gordon, I wanted to ask Alan about the stories he’s heard about you…something about what you utter when you’re asleep” Penelope replied. Gordon gulped.

“Really? Nah, you don’t want to hear those stoires, they’re so embarrasing” he said

“Men tripping over their own feet are the kind of stories genders such as mine live for” she said, “It’s always good to know what someone’s hopes and fears are, their likes and dislikes, and since you’re far too proud to open up, I have to turn to the rest of the pack”

“Heh, for once, I’m summoned to court and I’m not the jester” said Alan.

Penelope snapped her fingers

“Scott, I’d like some tea please” she said.

“I’d rather be making memories than tea” he remarked

“Come on Scott, I can film you making the tea, just put on your Mrs. Nesbit impression. Kayo and Grandma will get a kick out of it” said Virgil.

“Yeah, court’s in session and I’m the jester this time around” Scott replied, shaking his head.

Gordon went outside and looked out at the beutiful cliff faces north of the family ranch. Kayo joined him.

“You sure got wild at the wrong time there” she said.

“I can’t help being territorial sometimes Kayo. Alan and I sharing the same space always has to have some competitive clause, we have to always be the tallest man in the room, and when we see one gain an upper hand, we’re eager to cut each other down to size”

“So long as you never fight over anything important, you can beat the living daylights out of one another. It’s good to get a little rowdy, and I’m sure there’s nothing you say in your sleep that will be of that much interest to Penelope”

“Half my time asleep is littered with dreams that involve her, what do you THINK is coming out of my mouth whenever that’s the case?” said Gordon

Kayo was taken aback, but felt assured there would be no trouble.

“Listen, Alan’s head is rarely in orbit around our planet even when he’s not piloting Thunderbird 3, but I beleive in him, if he felt you did’nt want your fantasies made public, he won’t tell her anything that could make things awkward between you two”

Alan stepped out of the ranch stretching his arms high above his head. Gordon ran up to him and shook him by the shoulders.

“What did you tell her?” said Gordon.

“A little story about a fantasy you once had about what you’d love to take in a delux bath…squirt guns, radios, etc” Alan replied.

“Radio?” Kayo said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, he used to watch this one PSA when he was a kid where someone wanted to go take a bath with all of that, even if electronic equipment near any form of open water is dangerous”

“So she does’nt know about anything else?” said Gordon.

“Nothing she needs to know except from you, when you’re good and ready” Alan said, and followed that up with some more good news

“As a matter of fact, she’s impressed with your dangerous high-risk atttiude, you might be in a bit of star-gazing with her tonight if the sky is clear” replied Alan

Gordon hugged him tightly.

“Thanks Alan” he said.

“You’re welcome bro” said Alan.

As Gordon walked back into the ranch, Kayo took Alan by the arm and asked for a stroll.

“Any idea how I’m feeling right about now?” he said, looking quite pleased with himself.

“Alan, based on what Gordon beleives about you two, I’m guessing you feel about ten inches taller” Kayo replied, and kissed him on the cheek


Thunderbirds Are Go-In Purest Motion (fanfic)





(Contains Spoilers For “The Man From TB5”)

He was in her hands. If only for a moment.

She had within her power, the means to despatch her opponent.

He had lost his fortune, ill gained that it was

His wingmen easily defeated, they…


“Ah shoot” said Gordon as he tore up another piece of paper, his fourteenth in a row, and took another sheet out and attached it to the typewriter.

Suddenly, the photo on his desk began to glow radiantly, Lady Penelope was calling. Gordon patched her through.

“Gordon, hello, I was wondering if I could talk to Scott?” she said.

“Yeah, finding time to talk to everyone but me lately aren’t you?” Gordon said, huffing loudly.

“Well I can see you’re busy” Lady P noted, observing the wastepaper basket, itself vitually empty, various crumpled pieces of paper encircling it. The tell-tale signs of someone trying to net a hole in one and being not at all succesful in the endeavour.

“Sorry Penny, I’ve just been trying to come up with a decent climax to a mission log…Alan and I came up with a really unique idea” Gordon replied.

Penelope was intrigued.

“I love unique challenges, come on, spit it out”

“Well, Alan thought Kayo was a bit down after The Hood slipped out of her grasp today, so he wanted to cheer her up by treating the mission log of today’s incident like it was legit poetry, we’d each take turns writing the log”

“So what was Alan’s contribution ?” Penelope asked.

“He hasn’t written his portion yet” Gordon answered, “He’s gone up to visit John to maybe get some ideas from talking to him about his exploits. Kayo really wants to know how he fared the most. Alan’s charged me with writing the piece on how she coped”

“You’d think Alan would want to write that part of the log himself”

“To be fair, neither of us ought to write it, we were stuck on Thunderbird 5 throughout that mission with that irritant EOS…it’d be best left in someone else’s hands, someone with an actual experience of the whole thing”

“Show me what you have so far” Penelope requested.

“Alright, patching it through to your computers now” Gordon replied.

Penelope put on a pair of reading glasses and looked over the poem, right through to the parts Gordon was having difficulty with.

“I have to say Gordon, you really do have a knack for this. I hope you don’t mind if I give you a little nudge” she said.

“Sure, you were there on the ground floor” Gordon replied.

Penelope quickly thought of a means of finishing the poem.

“He had lost his fortune, ill gained that it was

His wingmen easily defeated, left deflated by their cause

The Hood slipped from Kayo’s fingers

He threw her off his scent

But she’d prevented his acquisition

You’d think her heaven sent

And those that had been salvaged

Felt glad to be alive

They owed a debt of gratitude

To the man from TB5″

Gordon rose to his feet and applauded her for the effort.

“That was precision Penelope” he said.

Penelope chuckled.

“You’re too kind Gordon, but I really must get through to Scott”

“You’re not thinknig of borrowing him for your next social are you?” asked Gordon.

“No, I was wondering if he’d do me a favor and allow you to borrow Thunderbird 1 at my request, like you wanted to. I would’nt mind being taken for a recreational whirl with a date more to my liking”

Elated by the message he could deliver, Gordon sat back down and spun his chair around in an excitable cycle. Penelope shook her head in amused embarrasment.

“She’s got the rhyme and I’ve got the rhythm” Gordon said to himself as Penelope cut off the video link, “Poetry in purest motion”

Thunderbirds Are Go-This Shadow Casts A Light




(contains spoilers for “The Man From TB5”)

John looked out at the shining starscape surrounding him and the Earth. This was all the company he needed, not the beaming and bustling crowds that were making him the talk of the town down on home soil.

“So Kayo managed to cut off The Hood’s ill-gotten fund-raising, and she was able to despatch a dozen or so of his wing-men. She really did make up for lost time did’nt she?” said EOS.

“Yeah, being grounded for so long must have really made her wings restless” replied John.

“I hope you’re still not too cross with how I managed life with your brothers” replied EOS.

“No, I get how used you are to just my company, and you came through for them when it became clear fun and games had to be shelved. Everything’s proper when you rise to the occasion”

“So what are your goals now? You’ve become quite a sensation down on Earth” EOS replied.

“I’m not one for the international man of mystery route, besides you know how hot I was in that tuxedo?”

“Hot in the ‘oh my ovaries’ sense, or hot as in boiling?” EOS joked.

“Oh cut it out, you know how I meant. Brains is lucky I did’nt rip it either, I do feel like I’ve put on some pounds”

“Maybe you’re thinking too much about the altitude you were exposed to when climbing up that cable” EOS replied.

“That’s one way of looking at it” said John

“Or maybe you take all those cameras being trained on you at face value” EOS continued.

“Ok, don’t push it” John advised.

“Anonymity is one thing John, but you really could do with loosening up. Just imagine being the life and soul at these social functions. You’ve earned every bit of that attention”

“My zone of comfort is all I care about, I’m no party man EOS, I’m a lifeline, I keep my brothers aware of the hearts that are still beating, that way they know which souls to save.”

“That was quite moving John, the socialites of the world are unlucky to lose you to the shadows”

John gazed at the Earth and blew it a kiss.

“On the other hand, they’re lucky this shadow still gets to cast such a large light on them”


Thunderbirds Are Go-Through Another’s Eyes (fanfic)





(contains spoilers for “Attack of the Reptiles”)

Alan entered the lounge with a sense that something had triggered his brother Gordon. He had been cautioned by his other brother Scott not to disturb the contents of a package that had been delivered to him.

As Alan settled into the circular seating area to the right of Gordon, he could feel something had wound his brother into a bit of a tense knot.

“So what did you want to tell me?” he asked, jumping at the chance to assert control so he could take all the credit for snapping Gordon out of his funk.

“Big rapids. Big reptiles. Big news” Gordon replied as tensely as he could.

“In that order?” Alan asked

“Reverse Order” Gordon replied.

“Ok, news first then” Alan said, urging Gordon to return, but Gordon’s eyes remained fixated on the package.

Scott barged in, shaking his head.

“You still wound up about this? You could just ask for the box to be removed” Scott replied.

“No, no, I can’t be resentful of Buddy and Eli’s good intentions. I’ll compose myself in due course Scott, thanks” said Gordon, a slight sweat gland forming on his forehead.

“Does his big news have to do with whatever’s in that crate?” asked Alan.

“Just keep talking to him Alan, eventually he’ll take you into the unknown” Scott said, before smacking himself on the head for conjuring up a bad pun that served as a tip off to what Gordon wanted to tell Alan.

Into the Unknown? Our favorite reality show?” Alan inquired excitedly, “What about it? Is this the big news?”

“Yeah, kind of is, it’s coming back for a fifteenth series” said Gordon.

Alan leapt up and down the sofa with enthusiatic glee, he punched the air multiple times, he felt almost like he could box with God.

“The heavens are fighting in my corner tonight” he said.

“Yeah, yeah, calm down, if it weren’t for me, it would’nt be possible” Gordon replied.

“Scott briefed me that you had a chance to interact with our favorite pair of intrepid explorers, but what’s spooked you out so much?”

“Just coming across those humungous repitles in those marshlands, and then receiving some as pets, just look and see”

Alan walked over to the crate and peered inside.

“Wow, they wanted to give you a piece of the action you left behind. They’re so cute too” Alan replied.

“Experiancing what they’re capable of in more negative extremes would make you form a second opinion” said Gordon.

“Oh come on, they look so dapper, besides, it hasn’t put you off watching Into the Unknown has it?”

Gordon rubbed his right shoulder, trying to unnerve himself. He managed a faint smile, “No, no if anything knowing how happy it’s renewal made you gives me all the reason to get over my own hang-ups”

“That’s the beauty of brotherhood Gordon” Alan said, putting his arm over Gordon’s shoulder, “Put aside your own experiences and learn to appreciate all over again through another’s eyes”