Best and Worst List Of The Decade

 

Best of the decade

1. Black Mirror
2. The Witcher
3. The Mandalorian
4. Hey Arnold: The Jungle Movie
5. Samurai Jack: The Final Series
6. Learning I’m To Be An Uncle
7. DC Rebirth
8. Spider-Man: Renew Your Vows
9. Professional Wrestling (2014-2019)

Worst of the decade

1. Brexit
2. Terror Attacks Across London and Pairs
3. Grenfell Tower
4. Power Rangers from 2011-2014
5. 2016 Celebrity Deaths
6. Doctor Who from 2011-2014
7. Trump
8. My mental breakdown in 2010
9. Death of Stan Lee

Be Cool Scooby Doo-Keeping Cool Ain’t All That Simple [Fanfiction]

Keep Your Cool

Daphne was the first to receive the phone call, but Velma had been the first of the gang to arrive on the scene.

A look of stone was etched across her features, refusing to let any emotion in as the fire-fighters scrambled to contain the blaze and the paramedics scrambled to stabilise their patients’ body as they loaded him into the ambulance and transport him to the emergency wing.

Velma rode with the patient to the hospital, making sure to keep Daphne informed at every stage of the journey via phone.

The patient briefly stirred, and begged Velma to come closer so he could whisper a haunting truth in her ear. Velma immediately contacted Daphne to share what she had learned, knowing it would break her just as much as it had shattered the life of her friend.

Daphne knocked the door frantically on Shaggy’s front door, doing a few extra push-ups and rubbing her knees like they had heated blisters. She was eager to get a move on.

Finally, the door opened, Shaggy scratched the pits of his arms, his eyes barely registering with the person in front of him. His facial hair had grown by a couple of inches overnight, making him look far bushier than his usual appearance cared to look.

“Daph? Like, it’s eight o’clock, that’s no time for me to be up. Me and Scoob have our snacks at ten sharp; every other hour beforehand is our siesta”

“It’s Fred, his dad…he tried to kill him this morning” Daphne began.

Shaggy paused, he pondered, and he darted back inside, shaved the few extra inches of hair off his chin, pulled on his brown pants and green t-shirt, and woke his Dane Scooby Doo up.

“Come on, Fred needs family” he said, grabbing Daphne’s hand

“Somehow I think family is his least favourite word right now” said Daphne.

Arriving at the hospital, Shaggy asked the doctors where Fred Jones had been stationed.

Easier asked then answered.

There were numerous Fred Jones, some of them even had middle names like Quincy, and Shaggy had to end up describing Fred and showing the nurse photos of him and the gang on cases to get some traction.

All the while Daphne huddled closer to Scooby, gently stroking the back of his long smooth brown fur with her right hand, her eyes gazing into his big bright pupils, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a Fred Jones sock puppet, placing it on Scooby’s left paw.

“Could you do me a favour and bring Fred to life for me? I know he isn’t really dead, but I just need him in this room with us right now”

“Ree rizz Rang, rooks rike rhe riminal ripped through ror ringers”

“You can say that again” Daphne muttered.

“Ree rizz rang…” Scooby began again, delighting Daphne that he’d taken her literally.

Finally, Shaggy got word on where Fred had been transferred to, and told Daphne to get a move on with Scooby in tow.

They made their way to Ward HB 18, Velma was waiting for them.

“Like, how is he Velms?” asked Shaggy.

“He’s going in for emergency surgery, they estimate he’ll survive, but they’ll have to place him in one of those medically induced comas” she explained.

“Why did his dad try to blow him up?” Daphne asked.

“Yeah, like, how do you know it was him?”

“Fred told me he’d received a note, It was in his handwriting, it was also laced with an explosive ink that reacts to the words and self-destruct code uttered by the person reading the note out” Velma replied.

“How does that work if you DON’T read it aloud?” asked Shaggy

“Gullibility, Fred has it in spades, that and Plot induced stupidity” Velma added.

“Something about this doesn’t sit right, we know Professor Huh is a criminal, but he went to bat for us, helped clear our names, and in exchange all he wanted was his freedom, and Fred gave it to him, and then he goes and repays him with this?”

“You know something? It could have just been his way of trying to reach Fred with a sincere, heartfelt letter, since leaving a video message would mean the feds or Fred could deduce his last port of call, and self destructing the letter probably wouldn’t have caused half the damage it’d done if Fred hadn’t read it right next to the Mystery Machine, which was loaded with fresh fuel” Velma explained., trying to spin this is as little more than a tragic misunderstanding and accident.

“You’re saying Fred’s at fault here?” Daphne angrily snapped, flaying her arms wildly, her fists clenched, looking to make physical contact with a wall or anything and even any one.

“I’ll take care of this” said Shaggy, escorting Daphne away, leading her to a row of seats in the waiting area.

Scooby looked through the hopelessly out of date magazine, using the hands on the Fred sock puppet to flip the pages, showing Daphne outdated ads for hotels off a distant coast that had long shut down.

Daphne appreciated the history lesson, but felt like Fred needed to be taught one.

“He’s impossible” Daphne said.

“Who? Fred? You’re assuming a lot, we haven’t gotten his side of the story yet” Shaggy cautioned.

“It’s just how I know him, like a kid at Christmas, he’s so eager to open his present and see how thoughtful someone is of him that he doesn’t consider the journey that person’s been on, a journey, while good in intention, is paved to heck and back”

“Aw, you know him; do I detect a little crush on your end?” Shaggy teased, he and Scooby pinching Daphne’s cheeks.

“I don’t know, sometimes he could be so short with me whenever I did something impulsive, he wanted to keep me under control. As much as I like him, I don’t think I could be brought to heel like that”

“”You rike romeone, ret rhem ree” Scooby replied.

“Yeah, take it from me, in my experience relationships are a real ball and chain” Shaggy said.

“Reah, Rall Rhey Ro Rs Range Ru” Scooby spoke, again using the Fred puppet as an out.

“What if you could be with someone and resist the urge to change? To stay a free spirit?” Daphne asked.

“I think two free untamed spirits together can make for a wild party, but there comes a time everyone’s gotta keep their cool” said Shaggy.

“Keeping cool ain’t all that simple” said Daphne, peeling the Fred puppet off of Scooby’s paw and playfully chewing it, venting her frustration like an animal.

“A little salt?” she said, holding out her hand.

“Uh uh, we are reserving our pinch for the king size subs they serve up in this joint’s kitchens”

Daphne tossed him a Scooby snack from her pocket.

“Sold” he said, tossing her his small package of salt, which she poured over the head of the half torn sock, she swiftly chewed down on it.

Shaggy laughed.

“You’re not just a free spirit; you’re the kind of wild and crazy spirit that’ll spend a thousand years haunting someone’s hill”

“Only a thousand? What’ll I do for eternity?”

Shaggy elected to get more hypothetical.

“Gee, let me think, spend it with all the friends you meet that end up passing on? Sorry, I’m no good at this”

Daphne seized her moment.

“You mean something like a permanent relationship? A marriage even?”

“Didn’t you hear what Scooby said? What I said? Relationships change you”

“”We as a team all have a relationship to some extent, it’s always been something that goes beyond conventional friendship between the four of us, but our bond runs so much deeper than that, you said it yourself earlier Norville, Fred needed family…and right now I do too. Because it’s my favourite word to use around you and Scoob. You’re my family””

“Oh no, you’re not pressing this whole girlfriend act on me again, bad enough a relative isn’t around for it this time” Shaggy protested, folding his arms.

“It wasn’t an act then, it isn’t an act now” Daphne replied

Anxious, Shaggy tried to shift a couple of goalposts, veering back to the subject at hand.

“We’ll help Fred cope with life past this point, as a family, his family, the only one he can really depend on”

Daphne gave Shaggy an affectionate look, her bewildering eyes causing tension knots to wrap around the pits of Shaggy’s stomach.

Their body temperature rose simultaneously, Shaggy broke into a sweat, but Daphne, while considerably warmer, remained composed, she leaned forward further, Shaggy knelt down as she pressed her body against his.

Scooby looked away, occasionally glancing back to check if reality wasn’t collapsing on his owner.

To the contrary, Shaggy soon got used to the weight of this new world, and , with his arms wrapped warmly around Daphne’s thin shoulders, brought it closer to him, his legs rose up in response to this most rosy of invitations to paradise.

Velma swiftly walked in to deliver an update on Fred’s condition and found the two locked together tightly in a pitch of pure passion.

“If you’re quite done, Fred’s stable, he should be waking up in a couple of days”

“Relieved?” Shaggy asked of the bedazzling red head in front of him, who was now gently resting her head on his chest.

“I think Fred’s gonna feel real lousy when he wakes up and learns about, well, this”

“Ah, so you reckon he does like you?” Shaggy said to Daphne.

“He loves that I like him, but I’ve often wondered if he loved me back or liked me enough to just enjoy my company, guess we’ll never know now”.

“Yeah, like, you’ve made your mind up…and changed mine, about a lot of things, somehow that kiss made all the difference. Don’t know how, but I’m totally spell bound, maybe there’s some kind of magic to this after all”

“You ready to take a ride with this spirit? I’m free if you are” Daphne replied.

“We can take this ride slow or just as fast as this day’s been, so long as we keep our cool”

“Now now Norville, you know such things aren’t so simple” Daphne said

Shaggy planted a smooth kiss on her lips upon completion of the sentence.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles-The Untold Tomorrow [Fanfiction]

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The Untold Tomorrow

“Well, see you in the future guys” Carter said as he approached Landor and Merrick, their time hopping device firmly in hand.

Landor pressed the small button at the top of the circular device and a bright pulsating beam of light poured out of it, immersing them. Before long, they had vanished from view of the four mutant Turtles that Carter had befriended only a year or so ago.

The Turtles were left feeling somewhat bewildered by the situation.

They couldn’t find any real words to say to this, they had lost a friend, and his fate would now be decided by the future.

Did they have the right to push him away like this?

Granted, Carter had been a loner most of his life, and nobody on or off the grid would miss him that much, but to uproot and find a new life, in literally a new tomorrow, had to have shaken him just a bit.

Donatello was now dealing with frustrations of failure, having admitted to Carter that he couldn’t seem to be able to cure him of his mutations in the present. It was rare form for him to admit defeat in this fashion.

Raphael had used what he considered A-List material in cautioning Carter not to send versions of the Turtles from the future his way, as four of them in the present was plenty. The response he got from Carter wasn’t the most talkative reaction. He expected a rib back, but all got was a casual “right”. He now wondered if he could have cracked a better zinger.

Michelangelo had several things on his mind, besides just racking his brain around how he would say goodbye to his past self before he and the remainder of those particular groups of Turtles were sent back to the past, something else was nagging on his mind too.

When contacting both sets of Turtles to notify them of the battle the world was waging against Dregg’s war machines, April O’Neil had it made clear over the Turtle-Com that she was glad to have reached Michelangelo especially. Nothing else was said to convey why.

Why did she single him and his past self out over the others? Why did she patch herself through to his specific frequency and not any of the others?

April had been behaving most oddly the last couple of days, wanting to keep her distance from the Turtles as a reporter as she felt she was being typecast as their correspondent, but she was rarely above lending her best friends a crucial hand and a gentle ear now and then when the situation called for it.

There was definitely something going on though, Michelangelo simply pondered if he wanted to know what it was. He had a sneaking suspicion, but the reality of the answer drove him to distraction, and not in a way most parties and pizzas normally did. This dealt with heavy implications, and that was not the kind of jazz he normally liked to listen to.

Leonardo was wondering whether or not his team could truly face down anyone and anything. He felt there had been finality to this day, a day which had seen them vanquish Shredder, Krang, Dregg and Mung..

All of their enemies together could not overcome them any longer, collectively or singularly.

How much longer could they remain simply students, and not masters?

It was this moment, watching an era end before their eyes, watching Carter slip into the eras beyond, that caused all of the Turtles to reflect on their recent past, where they stood in the present, and forced them to reflect upon the untold tomorrow.

They had absolutely nothing to say, because for them, tomorrow had yet to be spoken.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles-Turtles to the Second Power: Finale Edition [Fanedit]

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The team-up between Dregg, Shredder and Krang should have been the finale, it tied up virtually every loose end, even Carter. Had the last part of that arc ended with Splinter telling the Turtles they had ‘graduated’ then it would have been perfect.

So that’s just what I did. Took the last scene of the actual series finale “Divide and Conquer” and integrated it into the episode “Turtles To The Second Power” to serve as a more fitting conclusion to the original series.

Also, the actual final scene of “Turtles to the Second Power” annoyed me, it doesn’t end on a punch line or something from the Turtles, the last word goes to Carter, he is transported to the future and then it just abruptly ends, so the new ending I find adds a lot more closure to things.

Sherlock-The Reichenbach Fall: The Sherlolly Cut [Fanedit]

SherlollyMerry Christmas faithful fans.

Over time, I’ve come to look down a little on series three and four of BBC’s Sherlock, even if they are the basis for three very well-received edits of mine (Little That Remains, Adventure of Cam, and The Lies of Sherlock), they, to me, feel like the encore performance of an exhausted choir who have played all of their big hits and probably should have packed up and headed home by now.

Taking a few things here and there from “The Empty Hearse” I have created “The Reichenbach Fall: The Bollocks Edition”, or, for anyone who likes to romanticise, The Sherlolly Cut, where I’ve made Anderson’s theory at the beginning of Empty Hearse the climax to this story,  and thus canonising Sherlock and Molly, with Sherlock hanging out with her in exile, the edit ends with Sherlock looking to get back into the game after two years of laying low, he wants Molly to help him, Molly wants dinner…and we leave it there. The end. Toss seasons three and four aside, and go down with this ‘ship

Danger Mouse-He Came Home [Fanfiction]

 

DANGER MOUSE

HE CAME HOME


Snuggles could hear the cries again, they were quick to stir him from his slumber.

He leaned over towards Dawn, her head tossing and twisting on the pillow

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

Dawn carefully wrapped the sheet around her waist and got up from bed, heading towards the window close to the door, opening it and letting a draft pass through her body.

“He didn’t come home” she said, tears being blown from her eyelids by the strong winds.

“Which one of them?” Snuggles said, looking at two sets of newspaper clippings on the desk opposite the bed showing photographs of Danger Mouse swinging on a jungle vine, trying to avoid Snuggles in a loin cloth, and her father Augustus at a fancy social function, well dressed in a suit and tie.

“Does it matter?” she said.

“You can’t just sit back and expect me not to worry” said Snuggles.

“I tried phoning while you were out, I was looking for information”

“You used the phone without telling me? How long were you on for?”

“As long as they kept me on hold…the music must have looped fifteen times before I hung up”

“How long was the music?”

“Oh what does that even matter, it wasn’t exactly catchy” Dawn snapped.

“It matters to our phone bill” Snuggles replied, trying to keep his temper in check, now was not the hour to engage in heated conversation, his goal was to try and calm Dawn’s nerves so she could get her beauty sleep.

Dawn closed the window and walked over to a mirror; she grabbed a comb and began brushing her pigtails.

“I’ve never known such worry in my life, it’s so new to me…and it twists my insides like a pretzel, more so than rage ever does, is it any wonder why I get moody when I’m older?”

“That’s all part of growing up” said Snuggles.

“Whenever I’m a grown up, I’m selfish, I write off anything that annoys me before it has a chance to hurt me, or discipline me…maybe that’s why I tried to get rid of you that time, so I could be my own boss”

“I could never be your boss…boss” said Dawn, smiling as he noticed Dawn giving him a wink and giggling a little.

“Come back to bed Dawn, now’s not the need to worry, and you’ve got school in the morning”

“Can you check the news feeds for me to let me know if he came home safe?” asked Dawn

“What did I tell you about watching the news before going to bed? You don’t need to fill your head with all the chaos going on in the big bad world”

“He always said I was big and bad” Dawn whispered gently.

“And brave” Snuggles added.

“Just do this one thing for me, please? I can’t bear to look myself, so much for bravery” she said, slipping back into her bed and laying her head tensely on the pillow.

Snuggles sighed and headed over to the main living area and switched on the television.

The BBC’s lead news correspondent gave an update on a situation involving a fire at the International Fighting Flea Market Arena, which had broken during a fight between Danger Mouse and Dawn’s father riding what appeared to be a fusion of a flea and flypaper, with several gallons of oil attached to them, all having been ignited.

Snuggles listened to the news report intensely, as long as it took the update and interviews to wrap up before it moved on to the next topic, before switching off the television and walking over to the guest quarters.

Logic dictated he should have checked the guest quarters first, but he wanted all the details before proceeding, he wanted to be best prepared for whichever outcome awaited him.

There would no surprises with him, surprises were sudden, shocking, potentially damaging, and he did not want that inflicted on his young charge, she had enough baggage, and he had just as little patience for it.

Upon checking the guest quarters for signs of life, he came back to Dawn’s bedroom with a look of satisfaction.

“Well?” Dawn asked, almost succumbing to slumber but fighting against it until her curiosity was satisfied

“He came home” Snuggles said.

Dawn sighed in relief, and gently shut her eyes to go to sleep. Snuggles kissed her on the forehead and tucked himself in beside her, drifting off to sound and safe slumber himself.

Supergirl: Into the Endless [Fanfiction]

KARA

 

Kara had been having quite a stressful day, or night, she wasn’t sure which at this stage, traversing the timelines of the multiverse in search of paragons and allies was proving as confounding to mind as it was stressful to her body.

Perhaps it was this befuddlement which was shortening her patience with The Monitor’s ways of trying to help everyone survive the current crisis.

She and Kate Kane, the Batwoman, entered just as The Monitor was identifying someone in the room as the paragon of truth, freshly discovered by her cousin Clark and his wife Lois.

“Lex Luthor played his role, and led me to him” he said, with Lex giving him a casual and mocking curtsy.

Kara was too fixated on what she desired to say to him to really take notice of who the paragon was.

“Oh yeah? How many people did he hurt to do that?”

Kara didn’t relent on spilling what was in her tired yet driven mind next.

The next few words she spoke would serve as a challenge to The Monitor, and to the way he was doing things.

“You think you’re a hero but you’re not”

“I think he’s kind of neat” said Lex.

Kara glanced at him with a look of dulled expectancy, as if to say “Well duh, of course you’d say that” before continuing.

She decided to move on the subject of who exactly was the paragon they had found, as far as she could tell they only had three, and the Bruce Wayne she and Kate had met had not been much of anything other than a disillusioned edgelord who had killed his version of Superman and had written off his world as something worth salvaging.

She found herself soon distracted by the buff but mild-mannered person in front of her, and suddenly something less appropriate slipped from her tongue, something she herself wasn’t expecting to say.

“Whoa Ray, you are looking jacked”

Her cousin was quick to correct her, coughing loudly to draw her in and alert her to her mistake before she could go further with the assumption much to her embarrassment.

“It’s your cousin…sort of” said Clark.

Kara’s face, in very quick succession, went from puzzled, to startled, to horrified.

Oh shoot. Kara thought.

How did I get so aroused by that?

He’s a parallel version of Kal. Clark. Gross.

I hope Lois isn’t giving me the look of daggers right now.

No, no she’d know I meant Ray.

Great Rao, why did I even want to say that about Ray?

Why would I want to compliment Ray like that?

I mean, maybe it’s because he looks so sharp and lean, maybe I kind of like picturing him a bit buffer.

No, no, why would I want to picture that at all?

We’re like ships that pass in the night, we’ve never had the time or a place in the universe to ask the other how we’re doing, how we’re feeling, or even to see what we’re doing on a weekend.

Maybe this whole crisis is the universe’s way of calling to both of us, to let us know its ok to try things out even at the edge of the end.

On the other hand, it’s a lot more awkward now because all I can think of when I picture him now is a buff cousin, and that’s not a good fit.

Kara in that moment chose to bury the feeling, and let the thoughts pass long into the endless realms of forbidden possibility.

Just How Many? [Original Poem]

Just how much sleep must I have before I awaken?

Just how many times can I hope for anyone near?

Just how many times can I slip through life in my slumber?

Just how many scares must I go before I know fear?

Every night, every day, every second and hour

Just how many mean I’ll be here this year or next?

Just how many months can go before I finally meet you?

Just how many lifetimes can run out before there’s none left?

Doctor Who-Lifers [Fanfiction]

Lifers

 

“Come along you lot, this is a special occasion” The Doctor said, beaming as she presented a colourful box to Graham, Yaz and Ryan.

“What’s in the box Doc?” asked Graham as they all gathered around.

The Doctor looked at him with a spirited frown, no intention to scold, but expecting better of him.

“If I told you that, the surprise would be lost now wouldn’t it?”

“This doesn’t come with bubble wrap does it?” said Yaz with a cautious tone.

“Yeah, we won’t want to go through all that again” said Ryan.

“You can trust me fam, you won’t want to miss this” The Doctor assured them.

Yaz, ever the curious, asked what the occasion was.

“Why should the day matter?”

“Usually, we don’t get presents unless it’s an anniversary, or a birthday, or a wedding, or Christmas”

“Or it could be because you’re my lifers” said The Doctor.

“Lifers?” said Graham.

“Lifers, best friends, the ones that stick with you through all your days, short or long”

“Oh I’m sure you’ve met a long list of lifers on your travels Doc, we’re not that special” said Graham.

“You’re the first faces I set my eyes upon in this form, you never forget your firsts, everyone’s equally important to me, and I’ll show you what I mean with this”

The four formed a circle around the box as The Doctor prepared to open it.

“Excited?” she asked.

“Terrified” said Graham; The Doctor nudged his shoulder with her arm.

Wasting no time, The Doctor opened the box. White smoke poured from the contents, and a loud, warm almost emotionally stirring howl could be heard emitting from it.

“It’s essence, pure essence. Say hello to it, it won’t bite”

“Hi there” said Ryan, waving to whatever form he assumed was in the box.

The wisps of white energy flickered and briefly burst into a mesmerising light that almost blinded Ryan.

“What just happened?”

“It absorbed that moment and stored it in its tidy little memory”

“A little? Doc, I can hear about a thousand different voices in my heads, I’m pretty sure it’s coming from there, it’s packing a lot”

“The universe is a big place Graham, more than a billion souls inhabit it, and I’ve only ever explored a fraction of it in this rackety old thing”

The TARDIS let out a slight wheeze from its engines, almost in protest at this.

“Sorry” The Doctor said.

“So this box somehow contains the essence of everyone you’ve ever met, and it now includes Ryan?” guessed Yaz.

“It’s called The Cloud, it was developed on my homeworld, my people had created technology that could allow us to send telepathic messages through time traversing space cubes. One brilliant scientist, a mentor of mine, proposed we upgrade the technique so as to gather the telepathic recordings of people we met on other worlds for research. This was the only one of its’ kind created”

“And it fell into your lap how exactly?” said Ryan, most intrigued.

“My people had a strict rule of non-intervention, so the cloud was bequeathed to me, and I’ve put it to good use with all of my loved ones ever since”

“Well, consider me in this for life” said Yaz, and leaned over to add her voice to the cloud.

“My name’s Yaz and the tea at my place is never cold” she said.

There was another bright flash, Yaz stumbled back, and The Doctor gathered her up in her arms.

“You OK?” she asked.

“Yeah, I feel real good about that, it felt right, like something I needed” Yaz revealed.

Graham looked hesitant; The Doctor grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back over to where the cloud was stationed.

“Oh don’t drag me into this Doc; I wouldn’t know what to say”

“Yaz and Ryan didn’t say much, you’ll be fine, if you want to, you can tell it a story, actually I’d really like that, it can even be a sad story, maybe you’ll feel better when it’s finished, you look like you’re in need of something that can perk you up this winter” The Doctor insisted.

“I’m at the age where I don’t need anything really”

“Oh don’t talk rubbish; everyone needs a bit of the universe in them”

“I’ve got the entire universe I’ll ever need Doc, you, Ryan, Yaz, I don’t have to be part of a bigger club to know where I stand with you”

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known Graham, but you’re thinking a bit too selfishly here. That’s not what the fam’s about. If you’re not going to do it for yourself, then at least do it for me”

“The Doctor’s right Granddad, she wants us to share parts of ourselves with this Cloud so she can be reminded of us when we leave, or pass on”

“She’s got a time machine, she can see us anytime”

“You’re right, I can visit them at any point, but there are paradoxes to consider, there’s a matter of whether or not they recognise me, go too far and it’s almost too late. When I go well beyond my reach in the universe, where all that greets me when I return is a grave yard, I need them to still be around me, sending me reminders of who I was thirteen times over, letting me know it’s ok to still be who I am. I lose that, and I lose all sense of myself. I need my sense of identity, without that I am not a Doctor, I am a Warrior, I am someone who forgets, someone who regrets, and I don’t want to be made of those things. I’m a healer Graham, and maybe not right now, but eventually I’ll be in need of healing myself and I need everyone to help me do it. I need my universe around me Graham, and most of all, I need you”

Graham made eye contact with The Doctor’s startling eyes as they welled up ever so slightly, a look of genuine care and desire in her eyes, he realised how much this cloud meant to her, and what he could provide for it and her.

“A friend of mine I knew from work, a bit of a lifer to me actually, told me this morning he couldn’t get his car started today, he’s calling to get it towed over to the work shop in a couple of hours and that they’ll work on it tomorrow. Trouble is, he’s always telling me tomorrow never comes with these mechanics, the car’ll sit in there unattended to while they got on with work on motors whose owners all pay better for their services. It’s a real disgrace. I told him yesterday’s full of mistakes but tomorrow is the future, and it’s always better to look towards that than what you said then, because before you know it, tomorrow is today, and today’s the day.”

The Cloud flashed brightly yet again, Graham threw his hands over his face as his eyes reacted harshly to the burst of energy, he reeled back only for The Doctor to catch him by the back and hoist him back up, giving him a tight hug in the process.

“That’s more like it” The Doctor said

“You were right Doc, that did perk me up”

“I knew something was on your mind, you’re always thinking of others, that story of yours will go a long way towards reminding future me of what matters in a life that goes between today and tomorrow, whichever it is, today will always be the day”

She gave Graham a quick kiss on the cheek.

“And you lifer, as always, have made my day”