Justice League-Doomsday Clock Edit Samples Vol.2 [Fanedit]

A couple of more test samples from my JL Doomsday Clock edit. Still hoping to get some final version of this made in 2019.

To make the edit stand out a bit differently, I’ve rearranged the introduction where Bruce battles the Parademon, it now comes much later in the movie, shortly after Diana’s failed attempt at reaching out to Cyborg, and when Barry sees the bat-signal in the sky. After battling the Parademon, Bruce draws up a sketch for his friends when he reunites with Jim Gordon

 

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Another major change is the Superman vs JL fight doesn’t occur in my cut, and he joins the team more readily. To this end I was able to re-purpose a brief sequence from the deleted scene where he visits Alfred.

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Doctor Who-Waiting For A Wounded Soldier [Fanfic]

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Waiting For A Wounded Soldier

 

At Belle Vue Park, Sarah Jane Smith approached the TARDIS. A glistening monument in a beautiful grove.

As she stared at the door, she was hesitant to knock.

It had been an emotional and draining couple of hours for her, reuniting with the traveller that she had spent much of her young adult life, seeing things no other journalist born to Planet Earth had the fortune to see, only to be unceremoniously deposited back on Earth. No farewell, no meaningful conversation.

No closure.

He’d tried a few times to make it up to her, an attempt to attend a Jazz session at the Royal Albert Hall led to an adventure with the insect-like Kalik who were abducting passenger trains, intending to feat on the occupants. She and The Doctor succeeded in thwarting the attack.

And then, she forgot. It seemed he forgot too.

She wondered why that was the case, perhaps forgetting had been an adventure all its own.

Perhaps it didn’t matter at this point.

He was here. Now. The Doctor had come back.

And in the wake of his return, great tragedy had been averted, and personal loss had occurred.

The greater tragedy involved the enslavement of children in an attempt by the Krillitane race to crack the code necessary to rewrite all of universal creation; they were thwarted by the heroic acts of her loyal robot dog K-9.

The personal loss had come with K-9 selflessly sacrificing himself to level the school and kill all the Krillitanes inside.

Sarah now stood before the primitive majesty of the TARDIS, completely humbled and emotionally broken, eager to see The Doctor one last time before he departed.

She wondered if he could even face her after forging her dog into a weapon to use against the enemy.

She was fine with that, she understood.

An apology wasn’t what she was hoping for.

Finally, The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS doors; he froze as Sarah approached him, her hands shaking, her face raw with longing and a need to communicate.

“Oh yes, right, hi, spot of tea?” The Doctor asked.

“Oh god yes” she said.

As she entered the ship for the first time in decades, observed by Rose Tyler and Mickey Smith, who were already inside awaiting their next adventure, she took note of its majestic coral appearance; it was as if she’d flown into a honeycomb.

“You’ve redecorated” Sarah said.

“You don’t like it?” The Doctor asked.

“Oh on the contrary, I love it, it’s just, not what I was used to from our time together”

“You don’t know how many times my old selves have critiqued my desktop choices”

“I thought you told me once that time lords can’t retain memories of meeting your other selves?”

“I take notes” The Doctor remarked.

“Really?” Sarah asked, excitedly curious.

“Notes. Pen to paper, like leaving reminders on the fridge. Rose, does the TARDIS have a fridge yet?”

“Mum won’t let me install the one we’ve got” Rose admitted as she made the tea.

“Oh she probably just hasn’t defrosted anything yet, give her time” The Doctor remarked.

“Did I hear you right? You’ve met other versions of you?” asked Mickey Smith.

“Tolerated would be a better word” The Doctor replied.

“Of course, it’s so simple, leaving notes to pick up on later; I wonder how much of your future you’ve learned?” Sarah inquired.

“Reminders for a time traveller are a bit like a spaghetti junction, lots of bends and turns that you need to navigate carefully otherwise you’re going in non-linear circles. What I did twenty years earlier may just be what I’m about to do tomorrow. It’s best me and the others stick to yesterday and compare what we did then with how we handle the here and now” The Doctor explained.

“Tea’s ready” said Rose as she headed back with a tray of hot mugs.

“Oh that hit the spot, thank you” said Sarah as she took a sip.

The Doctor downed his mug’s contents in one long gulp.

“Sure your throat won’t be too toasty?” said Rose.

“Nah, I’ve got a high tolerance for heat, I once survived the molten temperatures of the gravel pits of pavilore pits while hopping. Oh, and I also survived the angriest whopper from Burger King”

Sarah and Rose both giggled, The Doctor and Mickey both beamed at this.

“Yeah, that shows you’re cooking mate, you warmed both the ex and the latest both up to you, that tin dog may be gone, but you’re out of the doghouse” said Mickey.

The laughter stopped and all three of them stared coldly at Mickey.

“Oh, sorry” said Mickey, realising he’d been inappropriate.

The Doctor glanced over at Sarah.

“We’re about to head off now, but you could come with us, see the universe all over again with wiser eyes, maybe mentor Rose, give even Mickey the idiot a telling off that could last a lifetime”

Sarah’s eyes lit up, but the spark quickly faded as her sense of mortality kicked in.

She took one look at Rose and realised this was a sport for the young. There was no place for her.

“No. I can’t do this anymore. Besides, I’ve got a much bigger adventure ahead. Time I stopped waiting for you and found a life of my own” she said.

The Doctor glanced over to Rose, whose demeanour had surprisingly changed; she gave the Doctor an interesting look back, one that was apprehensive and remorseful, the Doctor’s eyes dug deep into her own, almost apologetically.

“Can I come? No, not with Ms. Smith, I mean with you lot. Because I’m not the tin dog, and I want to see what’s out there” Mickey added.

“Oh, go on, Doctor. Sarah Jane Smith, a Mickey Smith. You need a Smith on board” Sarah said.

“Alright fine then, only at your request, not his insistence. Rose, you on board?” The Doctor said.

“Rose, is that okay?” Mickey asked.

“No, great. Why not? “Rose replied, acting almost as if her day couldn’t get any worse.

Sarah smiled.

“Well, I’d better go” Sarah said.

“Catch you later” Rose muttered. Sarah wasn’t sure what she meant.

The Doctor and Sarah made their way out of the TARDIS, away from the prying eyes of envious companions and overexcited newcomers.

“Is Rose alright? She looked kind of…distant”

The Doctor stretched his arms and felt a tense tingle in the back of his neck, he scratched it slightly.

“Pure intuition I imagine. Knows what’s coming”

“Is what’s to come that bad?” Sarah asked.

“She’s ready, knows where she stands, that makes it a little easier”

“Make what a little easier?” asked Sarah.

“I’m really not good at this” The Doctor remarked as he fidgeted with his right trouser pocket.

“Don’t tell me you lost your key” Sarah said, laughing.

“No, not the key, something just as important, though frankly if I found myself stuck here, this would be even more easy to get through, because then I wouldn’t always have to say goodbye”

Finally, The Doctor pulled out a studded blue diamond ring. It had four sharpened edges, resembling a miniature star.

Sarah’s eyes widened in astonishment as The Doctor got down on one knee.

“When I told you my other selves and I wrote ourselves little reminders, we stuck to dealing with yesterday, all our regrets and how to make up for them. This was always at the top of my to-do list”

He held Sarah’s hand tightly and squeezed it; his eyes stared intensely into hers.

“I came back for you one time, in my seventh body, to say how sorry I was for abandoning you, we were going to listen to Jazz together. When I was drafted into the time war, I took that previous moment of reconciliation from you to keep you from worrying about me, so you wouldn’t be kept waiting for a wounded soldier…but seeing how far you’ve come, seeing how you’ve coped with my absence and how, through all of that, still willed yourself to move forward, I knew now was the time Sarah, to ask you to keep the faith, and to keep waiting, because I will come back. I will return from my weary travels and I will come home to you. Tried and true you. Your song is the only one I want singing me to my inevitable sleep”

Sarah could do little to hold back her humbled tears or to keep the bravest man she ever knew from coming apart at the seams, all she could offer was the simplest answer to the question all men ask when reach this point of the procedure.

“Sarah Jane Smith, there’s only way I can make this promise mean something, will you…” he began

“Yes, you crazy old wonderful man, yes” she said.

“My Sarah Jane” The Doctor remarked, his face a mix of sadness and content joy, he got up and whisked her up in his arms, cradling her in an ecstatic embrace.

The pair stared at one another, transfixed by their mutual love and admiration, trapped in a single moment in time neither wish would slip away from them

A faint purring sound from the TARDIS engines prompted The Doctor into action; he carried Sarah over to the doors and urged her to let him carry her over the threshold. Sarah held firm on her intentions from earlier.

“I meant what I said Doctor, you’ve got the legs for eternity, I’m not that spry, but if there’s anything that needs handling on home soil while you’re not here to clean it up, I’m game for that. I’ll keep my neck of the woods safe, you keep whole worlds from toppling, go bedazzle dimensions and glue together cracks in time, just know when the time is right to come home. We’ll make this work, I know we will”

“Go get ’em Tiger” said The Doctor, kissing Sarah on the forehead and putting her down before charging through the TARDIS doors.

As Sarah watched the TARDIS dematerialized, she spotted a familiar metal dog come into view as it faded from sight.

“K9” she said.

“Mistress” said K9.

“But you were blown up”

“The Master rebuilt me” K9 confirmed.

“Yes, he does that. He rebuilds. Come on you, we’ve got work to do, my world needs to look it’s best for my soldier when he comes home”

Danger Mouse-Older

DANGER MOUSE:

OLDER

(Contains Spoilers for “Melted”)


“I’m never watching that film again” Pink Dawn vowed as the Mark IV darted across the arctic tundra en route back to London. She was tied to the back of the flying machine and was finding the wild winds difficult to tolerate, especially as they were messing up her hair.

“Well, at least Melted gained one fan to replace the one it just lost” came a voice from the intercom. Dawn frowned.

It was him.

Her co-star in her most recent misadventure.

“I’m not talking to you, you cut my adaptation to ribbons” she said in a sulk.

“Terribly sorry about that, it took me a little while to get into the part” Danger Mouse replied.

“I should have kept your dimwit sidekick in the role of Bumpsydaisy, he’d have stuck to the script, he loved the musical so much he had a precise knowledge of how it all went down” Dawn continued

“Penfold is many things, but a willing accomplice would never fit” DM replied, having faith that his sidekick would never be completely swayed.

“And what about your pitiful pal? I’d much rather spend the rest of this trip talking with a fan of the experience than some newcomer who only used a priceless moment as a means to an end”

“He’s taking a nap, I should know, I gave him a little something in his refreshment to send him to slumber land” DM revealed, adding a tenth pillow from the car’s compartments to the pillow fort that he’d been forming around Penfold to keep him asleep.

“You put him to sleep?” Dawn asked.

“Which means we can talk” DM continued.

“Talk?”

“That big number we shared was a means to an end, but I meant everything I said in that performance Dawn” DM revealed.

Dawn felt something shoot up her spine.

At first, she believed it to be a rush of blisteringly cold air from the sharp winds that coursed through the sky and all over her body, but this felt like an internal jolt associated with the feelings of anxiety and unnerving uncertainty.

Whatever he had just admitted to, she believed him.

“How could you have possibly meant it? What was it I said?” she asked, unsure of whether to hate herself for asking as she was seemingly giving in to the kind of conversation her captor was trying to have with her, and she was unsure of how to feel.

“The whole spiel you had about the world being as cracked as the people you meet, that touched me Dawn, it reminded me of how own shortcomings on the west end when I was trying for a career as a musician and singer. My voice and the people in my life at the time were all cracked and distorted, everything was held to an impossible quality standard. The worst examples of humanity judged me on my ability and rejected me. All I wanted was a chance to play in their pen”

“That’s exactly how we met, I wanted nothing more than to have someone play with me, to give me undivided attention and respect, even love” Dawn admitted.

“Look at the pair of us Dawn, we want to keep our egos close and demand everyone lavish attention on us in order to give those egos extra stroke, at the worst of time, we want to embrace love in its most selfish state, only thinking selflessly of others when we give in its highs or lows”

“Are you saying that, deep down, I wanted to personally stop the meltdown the planet was undergoing?” Dawn asked.

“Deep down, you wanted to be the hero, you wanted the redemption story. That’s what Melted was Dawn, a tale of love finding a way to cleanse the light of the darkness that was enveloping it. You wanted me to be your glue to mend the crack in your world, and I in turn needed you to be the light I needed to find my way out of my repressed darkness and take charge of my voice, to command a worldwide stage and make us both the heroes of the story. We brought the light of Melted into a world that sorely needed it. Love held back the ocean, it turned the tide, and we stopped the flood”

Dawn absorbed what DM had said, and rattled back with something she needed to hear. She hated herself for asking in light of the strength in the marvellous mouse’s words, but she needed to hear this from his lips.

“When you were saying ‘I can’t, I can’t’ earlier, you weren’t suggesting you couldn’t bring yourself to sing, you were afraid to admit something about yourself to me, a side that could get you in trouble with your superiors. I didn’t understand then, but I see it now. There was a hidden meaning to it, just as there was when I made my own intentions clear…when I demanded you play Bumpsydaisy. It wasn’t humiliation I wanted from you, I may have said that just to be cheeky, but it wasn’t what I wanted from you at all. It was the chance for you to reciprocate what I was already feeling”

Danger Mouse felt the unnerving cold shoot down his neck as the tension built, only for it to then steadily fade. He smiled.

Dawn understood.

“You’re right, you’re exactly right, I jumped at the part after I thought back to what Penfold had said about the character when he was telling me all about the musical. I feigned disinterest but it struck a chord with me, it got me thinking about how we first interacted, I couldn’t help myself, I even knew instinctively what your favourite game was on that day, it was hide and seek. That right there demonstrates synergy I haven’t had with almost anyone else, it wasn’t just a parental feeling either, it was something more”

“Who are you going to hide from if you try to seek me out after this?” Dawn teased.

Col. K’s hologram form suddenly formed before DM as he contacted the two.

“Ah congratulations DM, that performance was absolutely riveting. During your duet, Squawkencluck got so caught up in the moment she nearly jumped into my arms, completely forgetting I’m a hologram 50% of the time, she landed square on her butt, the poor woman. What’s your E.T.A? We have a nice soft cell waiting for young Dawn that’ll serve her well, at least until her father bails her out with his vast wealth and connections with suspected city council members looking for a Christmas bonus. Just a pity we can’t prove those connections. See you when you get here”

DM smiled, though he was quite uneasy, and turned off the hologram.

“Is what you feel worse than a prison sentence?” Dawn asked.

“To some people it might very well be, but I believe what I feel is something that travels with me, not something that hinders me. It reminds me there is good to come in my twilight years when you’re all caught up and we can truly embrace what we have with confidence we won’t be judged”

“Why tell me now? I could very well say something” she said.

“Dawn, you won’t tell. As you said, your intentions are clear. Right there, in your soul, and in your song, the understanding we share is tangible and real, and it’ll always stay there no matter how further egotistical we become or how much you continue to try to exact revenge on those who wronged you. We’re both opposites, and the same, and whatever it is we shared under the northern lights, rest assured it will stay with us from now until we retire from all of this”

“That’s probably why I’ll never watch the film again…it does nothing now but remind me of what we shared, and what we can never have for as long as age and our opposite experiences divide us”

“Youth is fleeting Dawn, it forever will be, if we can hold on to the hope time can heal those scars of ours, and provided our hearts aren’t pulled in other directions, then we can also hope act on whatever impulses linger in the farthest future”

“Said with such conviction…but you’re right, we need to give each other time, when I grow up, we’ll explore this further. I won’t tell, I’ll treasure our moment Mouse, but don’t think for a second it will go on to define where we stand as long as I’m still young. I’m still a spoiled, selfish little girl, and still every bit your worst nightmare”

“And I will be as determined to stop you for as long as you stay where you are…but know that, for that brief moment in time, when what we shared the fate of the world in both of our hands, we were wiser, and you? You were older

 

Danger Mouse-Danger/Dawn: Everything I Need [Fanvid]

 

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DM is currently on hiatus, but there was room for this year’s Christmas special in the schedules this week, and it was a parody of “Frozen” called “Melted”. Pink Dawn, Penfold, Col. K and Squawk all love the movie (Squawk doesn’t even like films but enjoys Melted more for the experience) and DM doesn’t see the point of it. We later learn DM has a repressed childhood memory of being criticised for his singing.

Dawn decides to reenact the plot of the movie and assumes the role of Princess Zora, who has the power to melt things, she casts DM as the villain and begins melting the polar ice caps as part of her method acting. Only she can turn the device off, so DM has to appeal to her fanatical devotion to the film in order to save the day. He ultimately takes on the role of Zora’s manservant and crush Bumpseydaisy and manages to successfully pull off the big musical number at the end. Dawn is captured and realises the movie was more trouble than it’s worth and vows never to watch it again.

The Ship Teasing in this episode is off the chain, especially with DM and Dawn, which surprised me since there’s a lot of Jail Bait implications if it were more serious. Dawn ‘s spiel about her and DM being cracked gave DM empathy with her due to his own issues with singing and his whole world crashing down on him back then, he admits to understanding how she felt. Dawn is the one who suggests DM become Bumpseydaisy, her excuse is that it will be more humiliating for him, but one can’t help but wonder, given the info dump on this character Penfold was giving DM earlier in the episode with his “poseable action figures” (aka dolls), there was perhaps something more to it, and what it tells us about DM (again, probably nothing they can afford to delve into without attracting the Lolitta crowd)

There was some adult humour too, when Penfold tells Squawk not to touch his “honker” (in reality, a plush doll called Honker the Magic Walrus), Squawk is pretty cute throughout this episode, embracing more of a sentimental side to herself, her reaction to Penfold playing with his dolls is great, and DM’s singing even moves her to tears.

Next to the Halloween special and “A Fistful of Penfolds”, this is definitely my favourite of the lot we’ve gotten so far this season.

 

Doctor Who-Checkmate [Fanfiction]

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DOCTOR WHO:

CHECKMATE

(Contains spoilers for 11X10)


The Doctor couldn’t sleep, thoughts of guilt cut through her slumber, stirring her.

It had been all her fault.

Tzim-Sha Tof the Stenza had come close to wiping out the planet Earth, he had come close to setting himself up above the gods like so many of the could-of-been-kings she’d encountered over the centuries, and had he succeeded she would have the blood of billions on her hands.

All because she told him to go home.

She expected him to die, she expected him to touch down on home soil and be atomised courtesy of the DNA bombs she had planted on his person, but that didn’t quite happen.

He had arrived on another world, the home of the Uux, and he had manipulated them to serve him in good faith.

Faith was a word that weighed heavily on The Doctor’s mind.

She got up, feeling a chill as the ventilation caused a brief draft in her bedroom. She placed a nightgown across her bare skin and stuck her feet in a pair of pink furry slippers with the face of the Pink Panther on them, and walked out of the bedroom towards the console room.

There, she found Graham was up as well, clutching a hot water bottle and holding it close to his chest.

“Had a tough time of it too Doc?” he asked.

The Doctor tightened the pull on her robe and crouched down next to the console.

“Yeah, sort of, just thinking a bit. I like thinking, though it can get a bit much” she admitted.

“One shot” said Graham as he stared at the crystalline column, his eyes mesmerised by its tranquil rotation.

“Sorry?” The Doctor asked.

“I had one shot at him. Tim Shaw, or however you pronounce his name, I took all my rage, my grief over Grace, over what I lost, and I channelled it into that one moment, and that moment was mercy. I raised above it all Doc. I didn’t shoot myself in the foot, I reserved that for him”

The Doctor frowned.

“That was a joke Doc, it was his foot that took the laser bolt” he said, kneeling down and sitting beside her. He sighed.

“Yaz and Ryan, they sleep like babies, so much to live for, and me? I don’t know when my next session with cancer will spring on me. Just because you’re in remission doesn’t mean you’re free, you have to be vigilant every day. It’s always a fight. I wish I could call checkmate on it, on my own terms, but life is rarely as ripe with opportunity as that”

The Doctor nudged him on the shoulder and snatched the water bottle from his grip.

“Trust me Graham, you don’t want to play chess, not on the scale I did” she said.

“I don’t follow” said Graham, confused.

“There was a time where I didn’t stumble into things, where I was in control of not just my life, but other people’, life was a chess board and I knew all the pawns, they went ahead and took the hits while I protected all the other pieces, trying to make sure the board wasn’t swept clean. I told myself there would only be my hand that would part the red sea, I was proper blasphemous, I saw no need for gods when I could rely on my own reflection, cared so much about preserving order in the universe that I cared little about the chess pieces that bought into chaos…that applied to people that belonged on my side as much as it did for those on the opposing end”

The Doctor gently placed a caring hand on the right side of Graham’s cheek.

“Calling checkmate on my enemies meant forcing my friends to abandon their faith in me. I don’t want you to ever have that power Graham; you have something more precious than friendship…you have family. They may not be of your blood, but they’re bonded by your strength in spirit. Promise me you won’t ever consider a crap shoot with the universe”

Graham put his arms around The Doctor and held her tightly.

“I promise Doc, anything for you, you count me amongst the strongest, and I’ll prove just how durable I can be”

“Thanks” she said, ruffling his hair a bit before springing up.

“Now, I’d best get back to bed” she said.

“Need anything else? You may have cheered me up, but you look like you could do with a bit of a stirring speech yourself” Graham asked.

“No, not really one for speeches unless I’m making them, but you know, I really wouldn’t mind a good bedtime story…you could read me one of my favourites, Ava Twist. Fancy a go?”

Graham nodded and got up himself.

“Your move” he said, offering her his hand.

The Doctor, initially hesitant, eventually relented and placed her hand in his, and they strolled back to The Doctor’s bedroom.