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Doctor Who-The Woman Who Fell To Earth [Fanedit]

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SCENE 13, TAKE TWO

I first attempted this as a fanedit back in October 2018 with a TV rip, now that I have the official DVDs, the real fun can begin. Revisiting edits means you get the chance to sort out your editing choices and perhaps consider reinstating things you cut from the previous version.

-I’ve worked out how to omit all scenes with Grace fastening herself to the equipment while retaining Tim Shaw activating the DNA bombs, all that was required is a short quick cut omitting the reaction shots from the cast.

-I’ve decided to include Ryan’s youtube blog from the beginning of the episode, only now it’s been repurposed, it occurs after Tim Shaw teleports away, and Ryan’s bike ride is now observed by The Doctor.

-Episode does not end on the original cliffhanger (saving their predicament there for the pre-sting sequence of Ghost Monument), instead it ends just as The Doctor asks if Yazmin and Ryan can help her with locating the TARDIS.

Rebuilds of Ghost Monument and Rosa, and possibly one other, coming soon.

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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.

Doctor Who-A Price To Pay (Doctor/Krasco/Graham)

Full length “Rosa” fanedit coming later today lads, but first…some ‘shipping fun.

 

…Yes, I’m sick, and I need help. I’m essentially imagining William Hartnell making out with Bradley Walsh, what is wrong with me?

Actually, in today’s day and age…more like what’s relevant with me?

But yes, I ‘ship Doc and Graham a bit after they posed as a couple, combined with the Doctor’s baffled look at his arm on her shoulder…it was the most convenient way to end this very short music video, which is padded out by all the very subtle foe yay going on between the Doc and time traversing villain Krasco.

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Doctor Who-The Inconvenient Passenger [Fanfiction]

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DOCTOR WHO:

THE INCONVENIENT PASSENGER

(Contains Spoilers For “Rosa”)


Graham observed the glamorous sight before him as the asteroid dubbed Rosa Parks drifted past the TARDIS.

He was less a mess of raw emotion like he was before, The Doctor had seen to that, and he was most grateful.

He had felt less like an inconvenient passenger on that bus where Rosa Parks, a most genuine of human beings and a historical and universal icon, had stood her ground and struck a moral chord in history, a minor victory that led to major steps for her people in the generations to come.

, In the timeline associated with Montgomery, many of his kind looked down on Rosa’s type of individual, a part of Graham felt ashamed by being raised in a period where the struggles for equality were large in scale, and even today, while things were better, there was much left to do, and so many things felt unchanged even from then.

Not being able to stand up for Rosa, despite all of the brave decisions and choices he, The Doctor, Yasmin and Ryan had made to ensure history was guarded and Rosa’s finest and bleakest hour was preserved, chilled him and made him feel inadequate as a champion for time.

He wondered what Grace would have done upon witnessing the situation?

She would not stand for it, she would have done something, made an impact, started the marches days, even weeks ahead of time. There would not have been a need for a statement as bold as Rosas’ if Grace had been leading the charge.

And he would have backed her; he could see it vividly in his tired mind’s eye. He and Grace, time’s champions. The prospect of that also delighted him.

And then he noticed The Doctor, mesmerised by the sight of the elegant star field surrounding her ship, her eyes twinkling as she counted every star orbiting the sun and the asteroids. She was relishing the sights and sounds of the universe almost as if she were experiencing them for the first time.

Graham smiled, there was much to admire about The Doctor, but also much to suspect.

He wanted to know what she was thinking, because just from reading her body language she was uneasy.

He chose to bring up a pressing subject that was weighing heavily on his mind.

“You don’t suppose that Krasco fella will find his way back through time do you?” he asked

“Don’t worry; I gave his manipulator a proper stomping. Wherever Ryan sent him, he’s staying put”

The Doctor looked a bit hesitant, and Graham picked up on this.

“You don’t sound very confident”

“Well, I was thinking of when I sent his little box of delights packing. You see, I tricked him into transporting his weapons and supplies across time and space, and, well, I’m a little worried they might be waiting for him when he arrives, depends on the settings on the device, which I know Ryan couldn’t have the know-all to check. It reminds me of a best friend I had years ago, a wry Scottish lass. Her husband was sent back in time by a statue, a living one, long story, and she reckoned she could be sent back to the exact same location he was”

“And she just jumped straight into it? This girl?” Graham asked.

“Yeah, its love, don’t ask me why, but it’s such an overpowering force that it dwarfs all reason, it makes us all mad, if it were a flaming pyre we’d jump straight into it just to feel its burn. It’s passion, and protest, and incredible, it damns us all and lifts our spirits to unprecedented heights” The Doctor said.

“Yeah, that’s what drove Grace. She fell for me, and in trying to protect me, she fell for us all” said Graham, putting his hand on The Doctor’s shoulder.

They stood transfixed at the sight of the cosmos, the inky black vacuum of space now lighting up the lingering fires in his own soul as well as The Doctor’s own.

Graham could read from The Doctor this sense of both great loss and readjustment, like she had went through this process several times and had been both tired and

“Is this what a crush feels like on the other end?” said The Doctor.

“Pardon?” Graham said.

“Just thinking…I haven’t been a woman in the longest time…maybe ever, and I’ve been working out the kinks. I reckon I had a bit of a foe yay moment with that Krasco chap when we were alone together, back when I sent his weapons packing. Just a passing fancy, nothing meant by it, he just looked the part, quite a rugged fellow. A pity about the racism and the mass killings”

“Still, just as well eh? You’d ought to be with someone more your type” Graham said.

“I’m not quite sure what my type is yet, maybe a type 40…”

The TARDIS emitted a slight purr.

“Oy, steady on you” The Doctor said, and gave Graham a longing look.

“Or maybe a type 50” she said.

“Here, steady on Doc, you’re younger than me” Graham said, laughing at her sarcasm.

“Yeah, I’m totally kidding…or am I?” she said.

She hadn’t forgotten about how snug they were back at the hotel posing as a couple to fool the snooping police officer looking for Ryan and Yaz.

“Been a while since I had an eye for someone a bit inventive…that was a smart sell you pitched to that cop, it reminds me of all the functions I rarely work with on this old thing. Maybe we should put it to good use sometime?”

“I didn’t know this place could pull off those tricks” Graham replied.

“There are a lot of new tricks it can teach a couple of dogs like us” The Doctor said.

Graham gulped; The Doctor smiled, and walked over to the TARDIS dispenser. Two custard creams emerged from it, she took them both and handed one to Graham.

She toasted his cream with her own, she pointed again to the asteroid.

“To Rosa, the indelible footprint” she said.

“And to inconvenient passengers” Graham awkwardly replied, feeling once again like he had become one all over again in an altogether different context.

He looked out at the heavens, and begged Grace’s forgiveness.