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Promotional Consideration: The Untold Adventures of Clara

Nothing to do with me, just helping to promote a very talented team of collaberators who are working on a fully illustrated series of adventures for Clara Oswald and Ashildr/Me, taking place after the events of Hell Bent. The series commences May 16th 2020.

 

 

Official website

https://www.theuntoldadventures.com/

 

Excerpt From “Chess With An Ostritch & Other Thraham Prompts” (Coming Soon)

Chess With An Ostritch

Thought I’d share a story from my forthcoming free anthology e-book “Chess With An Ostritch & Other Thraham Prompts”, a collection of Doctor/Graham stories that I was requested to write from a fellow author and fan of mine on Archive of Our Own called ‘Vgault’. Expect it to drop sometime this weekend or next week.

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Yaz stepped out of the Taxi as delicately as she could, the baby bump doing its utmost to keep her pressed down on the seat, Ryan hoisting her out holding both her hands. She tipped the driver his money and the cab hastily sped off.

Yaz and Ryan made their way towards Graham’s house and looked at one another. There was love present between the two, but also a lingering sense of uncertainty.

They had faced many hardships together in the years that led them through their gradual courtship, but now as the reality of their new life loomed, nested in a physical cocoon ready to break free any day now, the question of how to best go forward compelled them to process their options.

This was not a safe world. Not any longer.

They knocked on the door, and Graham answered, a toothbrush lodged in his mouth.

“What are you doing Granddad?” asked Ryan.

“I’m taking my temperature” said Graham

“With a toothbrush?” asked a bemused Yaz.

“Yeah, it was the Doc’s idea”

“We’d like to see The Doctor if you don’t mind” said Yaz.

“She doesn’t want visitors. She thinks something’s after her. It’s got her proper spooked”

“So why did you open the door then?” Ryan asked.

“Because I don’t agree with her”

Yaz called out for The Doctor.

“Doctor? It’s us, if you don’t want us in, I can understand, social distancing and all that, but we’ve been through the worst of it you know…the toll’s gone down since Easter, that’s what they’ve said”

The silence from the interior of the house was deafening, and gave Yaz a shudder as the disquiet only worsened her existing apprehensions.

“Doctor…we wanted to talk to you just a bit, it’s our baby, will it be safe? Do you know something you’re not telling us?”

Graham walked into the house, handing Yaz the moist toothbrush. He climbed up the stairs and into his bedroom, where he spotted The Doctor, hung over the edge of the bed, her boots off, clutching a stuffed teddy bear. A photograph of a strangely alluring and quizzical young lady with a short haircut distinct to the 1960s. The photograph looked like it had been taken in a junkyard, and it was in black and white.

The Doctor grabbed the photo and tenderly stroked the features of the girl with the tips of her fingers, she bit her lip anxiously.

She spoke to the photograph, even though she was aware of her living audience of one beside her, as Graham sat himself down to comfort The Doctor.

“They’ve still got all you’re going through yet to come, how do I prepare them for that? For all I know, this is what sets it off now, what weakens humanity, what readies them for the days where they lose everything, the days I left in your care” she said.

“Who are you talking to the Doc?” asked Graham.

“The past I left in your future” The Doctor spoke, wanting to apologize for the riddle but was sure Graham wouldn’t mind a bit of bamboozlement.

“Doctor?” Yaz called again.

“You’ve got to answer her sometime Doc” Graham said.

The Doctor put the photograph down and curled up in his arms, wrapping her right arm warmly around his head.

“We’re living through an uncertain time Graham, one I can’t spoil, in case you lot try to rewrite every line.  This is one time I’m going to have to heed my wife’s warnings….and take my first selves’ advice. Oh why do our minds wander so far from how they were in our youth?”

“When we’re young we look at it all very unclearly, we’re lost in the arrogance of it all, the audacity of it, it’s only when we’re older that we look at life a bit clearer, or when we’re faced with something that makes us take it less for granted. Strangely enough, those of us that see it all too clearly are still on some level afraid we’ll be amongst those who vanish”

“I’ve been a lifetime of older people Graham, and all those lives are among the vanished, footprints in the sand on a warm beach, just like that, we’re gone”

“As long as we’ve got today, we’ve got each other, we’re family, and it’s about to get even bigger once the baby comes calling”

“She wants me to be its godmother, but what kind of God would I be exactly?”

“I don’t think you should take it so literally Doc”

“I’ve played God for so long Graham, and it still doesn’t keep anyone together. They vanish, they all vanish, and I linger on. I can speak baby, but what else can I say to them other than try to not get themselves killed by an invisible killer?”

“Tell them there’s a visible hand holding theirs, tell them to trust in a healer that will do their best to make them feel better, tell them to be brave, tell them to trust you”

“You know how socially awkward I am”

“I know you can learn Doc, I know from how much you talk about your wife that you learned to love, and, hey, you fancy me a little don’t you?”

The Doctor giggled.

“More than a little you big lolly” she said.

Graham kissed The Doctor on the forehead.

“This kid has a whole world of love waiting for him Doc, don’t deny him it, don’t count him among those who’ll vanish tomorrow, remind him how special he is today, and for every tomorrow, because every tomorrow becomes today”

The Doctor grinned, pressing her lips against Grahams’, she then quietly pricked his nose with her finger  got up, put on her boots, and dashed down the stairs to give Yaz the best possible advice she could.

She would reassure Ryan and Yaz that their baby would be safe as long as they worked hard to keep him so.

Because every day is a struggle, regardless of how sick the earth makes us, the perseverance against the illness, the will to survive, is what makes the human race ultimately win each tomorrow as it comes.

Sometimes she lets that slip her mind as she walks through eternity, sometimes she forgets. It’s up to the blessings in her life, the Rivers, the Susan’s, the O’Brien’s, the fam, to remind her that those still privileged  to dare tomorrow should never be made to feel as if they count amongst those who vanished yesterday.

 

 

Doctor Who-Asylum of the Daleks [Fanedit]

Asylum of the Daleks

I recently rewatched WhoFlix’s edit of this episode, looking to see what he had done here that I could differently, he had used all five instalments of the minisode series Pond Life as well as the DVD exclusive Asylum prequel to create an extensive pre-title sequence. I came away from the edit thinking not all of Pond Life ought to have been used, particularly the nonsense with the Ood on the Loo and his housekeeping role, or the bits that led into Dinosaurs on a Spaceship.

I made the decision to use the first and the last of the Pond Life shorts, in this case reversing them in order so as to create a brand new ending for the episode. The months that date the shorts can easily be interpreted as being part of a prior year and the early stages of the next, seeing as no actual year is specified.

The changes

-Added Pond Life episode 5. Removed credits at the end
-Titles now come after Amy says she needs The Doctor.
-Asylum prequel plays after the titles
-Narration and shots of the Dalek statue from the original pre-titles of Asylum have been cut
-First few moments with Oswin removed to omit producer and director credits
-Episode carries on as normal until we see The Doctor operating the console uttering the words “Doctor Who?”
-First episode of Pond Life plays

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Doctor Who: Day of the Doctor-Night and Day [fanedit]

A little late, but since everyone on social media is rewatching this story, please sit back and enjoy, again, my extended “Night and Day” cut of Day of the Doctor (not my renegade cut, this is just the regular “Day” with “Night” attached)

 

Over to you Duncan…

 

 

password: tardis

Stay safe, keep clean, and don’t wash your hands of each other.

Doctor Who-Can You Hear Me?-Thraham Edition [Fanedit]

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With only a day to go before Doctor Who is declared ‘dead’ for the 85855898th time, I thought it best if we dialled back the clock hands a few weeks to the last time this happened…which in itself came a few weeks after that one time it was also declared deceased (the pitiful Orphan 55)…that’s right, we’re covering the final moments of ‘Can You Hear Me’

You can tell what I’m going to tweek already can’t you?

Those who are regulars to this blog will know from some of my fanfiction here that I am a massive fan of the pairing of Graham and The Doctor, or Thraham as it’s few fans collectively call it. I find I’m more a fan of the pair’s potential rather than what we sincerely get on-screen, of which little exists.

When they do have moments, they’re often comical and endearing in that fashion, but the notion both could find solace in one another over more complex issues, such as both having lost their wives, has always weighed heavily on me.

The two coming to such an understanding has been explored in rather kinky detail in fanfics such as ‘How Far From Morning‘, but sadly not in the show. Indeed, Graham spends most of the time cracking jokes in ways that are rarely acknowledged by the rest of the cast, The Doctor included. Sometimes it feels like he’s invisible.

So maybe it wasn’t a good idea for Graham to try and open up to The Doctor about his cancer concerns in the final moments of ‘Can You Hear Me?’, as it didn’t seem to register with the character in any meaningful way. One can argue this is due to social anxieties but the manner in which this was executed felt all too random and not at all what Jodie’s Doctor often aims for, it felt like a twist too far, and a poor choice of subject to bypass.

It took me about four or five days to spin it into something romantic. As a ‘shipper it’s my job to make lemonade out of the piss you’re given, and I just about managed it by taking advantage of the promised minute The Doctor offered Graham to come up with something that would be helpful. Be it the decision to take him out (the visit to Shelly), to kiss him, to tell him she loves him, the obvious answers came to me…and then I realised these answers ought to trickle in to the actual episode.

How did I achieve this you may ask? Using audio excerpts from a little short film starring Jodie produced in 2012 called ‘Smoke’

 

Hopefully this minimal edit goes a long way to healing the hole all seven Thraham fans have in their twin hearts for the time being.

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Doctor Who-The Doctor Falls: Redacted [Fanedit]

The Doctor Falls-Redacted

RIP Doctor Who: 1963-2017 is a statement I do not agree with on any level.
While it is arguable the show is presently going through it’s most polarising and divisive era in many years, heightened by sensationalist Youtube channels more concerned with negativity-for-clicks ad revenue than open-minded journalism, there are still the occasional flashes of brilliance still there, and I do not hate Chris Chibnall or Jodie Whitaker’s performance as The Doctor.

That being said, when people say Doctor Who should have ended with series ten, or with Twice Upon A Time, I often wonder just how that can be achieved without

A. Permanently ending the series (some might openly prefer a Survival-type ending)
B. Ending the series on a cliffhanger that leads into a far worse episode

A couple of days ago,  I eventually put the possibilities into practice…and this is the result.

Not wanting to repeat myself with my two-in-one combo of “World Enough and Time” (which still ends on the Jodie regeneration), I opted to tackle just the second half of the series ten finale, as it’s the one that required the most changes.

Gone are any early signs of regeneration, and The Doctor sets off the final cataclysmic explosion a little earlier, the idea is to convey that it is Bill’s girlfriend Heather than helps to heal The Doctor (as she says she can rearrange atoms however the person likes and manages to unconvert Bill…who says she can’t mend Time Lords?), and offers Bill a trip across the stars. Bill chooses to return to Earth with The Doctor where they eat chips and ‘mourn’ the loss of Missy (using flashback footage from ‘World Enough and Time’)
No Jodie regeneration, none of Capaldi kicking up a fuss over not wanting to change again, no First Doctor meeting. Just Capaldi and Pearl camping out among the stars, another adventure behind them…and the adventures continue

 

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Doctor Who-A Minute Passes [Fanfiction]

 

DOCTOR WHO

A MINUTE PASSES

Author’s Note: Blimey, what an episode “Can You Hear Me?” was…character development across the board. I’ve noticed some have vented online about how The Doctor reacted to Graham’s concerns regarding his cancer towards the end, so here’s what I took from that scene.


It’s a fact of life. We’re going to die.

Be of brave heart, cry the distant flight attendants out of the living past.

All our songs, fluent as a River, will fall silent.

But what of it?

Maybe a man’s name doesn’t matter all that much.

Maybe the universe prefers one singular moment.

That moment was the twilight of life. The instant it ceases and slips into the either, and at last the universe is left alone.

For those who walk through eternity, the twilight of others is all that is constant, as is the loneliness.

They are a fact of the universe, they are the testimony of ages, they are the harshest lesson it could ever teach.

That’s how she would approach anyone who sought her expert opinion on mortality. So she takes great pains to conceal it.

Graham O’Brien had confided in her, telling her of his fears that the cancer he had fought so bravely against might one day return, how he had listened to the Doctors, and now turned his attention to the one he knew best.

She observes him as he airs his grievances, her arms folded, her eyes sharply focused, she stays attentive. Part of her is just lost in how dishy he was, the other half knows what is about to be asked of her, and she is not quite prepared to supply it.

She’s been so used to exploring and adventuring in recent months that she’s somewhat blindsided when someone she cares deeply for asks for her opinion as a healer, and to say the right thing. It had been a long time since she had performed duty of care, but she calmly reckoned something along similar lines was bound to come up. It is something requests in a family, usually with a relative or with a partner. It’s a level of trust that is far deeper and meaningful than just a mate you ride along with.

This is putting life and death in your hands, and asking her to be as brave as he is, she doesn’t know how to quite deal with it just yet, how to let him know how touched she was that he would let her into his life like this, but she lets him know she’s working on how she can best go about it.

All it would take was a minute.

In the most unsubtle way, she relayed her intentions. She would walk up to the console, look at something, and in the span of sixty seconds, work out what she could have said there and then, and that it would be helpful.

In reality, what she was looking for on the console was the TARDIS databank, specifically a document archiving all of the meaningful words she had written on the back of cue cards many years and one incarnation ago.

She had been honest enough to remind Graham how socially awkward she was, how the sort of responses he craved from her could not be fully expressed without sufficient preparation.

That was but a half-truth of course. The second side of the coin was that the twilight hours of all those who dwell within the universe weighed once more on her conscience, and she again took to concealing her frustrations with it whenever someone expressed fear their doomsday clock was ticking.

Graham took her response in stride, permitting himself a hearty chuckle, and letting The Doctor know it had been a worthy bit of chatter even if he had done most of the talking, he understood how deliberate she was being with her distractions. He took her at her word that she would find the right words.

She could take a minute to think it, she could take forever to say it, but he knew just what to make of what she was meaning to say regardless of how long the process would take.

He loved her too.

He was driven to live his best life aboard this ship, and beside her, regardless of how she chooses to deal with potentially losing him.

If his song is to end, he will go on singing

She suggests a trip across time to the others, a fact finding mission to discover the roots of the modern Prometheus. Of Frankenstein.

The family gather at the controls, all of them together, with their own distractions, doubts, anxieties, concerns, all of that took a backseat to discovery and adventure as always.

Fifty nine seconds tick by, a minute passes.

And the determined look the Doctor and Graham give each other is all that needs to be said.