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Doctor Who: 13/Graham: Worth Fighting For [Music Video]

‘Cause the tea at Yazs’ is cold.

 

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Doctor Who-I Love Biscuits [Fanfiction]

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DOCTOR WHO:

I LOVE BISCUITS

(Contains spoilers for 11×06 “Demons of the Punjab”)

The Doctor checked the systems of the TARDIS again, perplexed by the latest problem.

Her biscuit dispenser was broken.

She turned and twisted the knobs, switched some levers around, and pressed her foot down hard on the pedals, but she couldn’t produce one solitary custard cream.

She took out a sturdy wrench from a kit bag and took the apparatus apart, the first time she’d even tried to manually tamper with the dispenser since the TARDIS unveiled it to her upon rediscovering her ship.

She was sure the sexy thing wouldn’t approve much, she never liked to be mended, she rebelled at every instance of tampering, she’d sometimes land on the wrong planet or travel to an even farther off galaxy just to spite whoever thought perfection needed perfecting.

The Doctor wasn’t about to let the ship make her mind up for her, she was famished after that harrowing experience in India, she’d even put in a request for something to nibble when she was there setting up her apparatus.

The TARDIS let out a hefty wheeze and a groan as The Doctor took the dispenser apart piece by piece, turned the components around, and tried rearranging them in a different way.

With the new configuration complete, The Doctor operated the console once again and waited for the results.

She seemed to have made progress, only the biscuits were now coming out in crumbs, they were reduced practically to whole-wheat sawdust.

Graham wandered into the TARDIS carrying a large tin jar.

“Hey there Doc, thought I’d come and see ya” Graham said as he greeted her.

“Oh don’t bother me now Graham, I’ve got a hankering for a hob knob” she said, kicking the console in frustration.

“Well then you’re in luck, you know how you said you loved biscuit? I thought I’d give you a crack at my selection tin here” he said.

The Doctor swiftly turned around and feverishly opened the lid, revealing handfuls of chocolate biscuits.

“May time stand still, are those white chocolate?” she asked.

Graham nodded enthusiastically.

The Doctor plunged her hand into the biscuit tin and tore a portion of the biscuit off in her mouth.

“Can’t get enough of white chocolate digestives, rarest of the rare, they’re like edible stardust to me” she said.

“See, I do listen, now never ask me to pick up chicken poo again” Graham joked, placing his own hand into the tin just as The Doctor did. By chance, their hands graced the exact same biscuit and they found themselves staring with warm and wise eyes as they each considered handing the biscuit to the other.

“I think it’d be best if we parted ways on this one” said Graham.

The Doctor nodded as her cheeks glowed red.

“Yeah, divide and conquers the motto we’ll use here” she said, a blossoming smile etched on her face.

“Between you and me, this may be the one time in my life I’m glad things fall to pieces”

With a little bit of a pull, the two split the biscuit in half and place each of the portion they held in their hands into the mouth of the other.

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-We Can Only Fall So Far [Fanfiction]

 

DOCTOR WHO

WE CAN ONLY FALL SO FAR

(Contains Spoilers for “The Woman Who Fell To Earth”)


The Doctor could hear whispers come from the crowds in the church as Graham gave his eulogy.

Several of Grace’s friends were trying to place where they’d seen her before, or if she were known to them at all.

“Which one of Grace’s friends is that?” came from one, a Mrs. Lindsey York, aged 52. She had a terrible lisp.

“She looks a bit like that kindly lady who stopped by over in 2006 to help settle the kids down” Yvonne Hooper, who worked with Grace at the Chemo clinic.

“Did you talk to her?” asked Lindsey.

“A bit yeah, she said she’d been travelling a bit and heard from a source some of the youngsters over the last few days were scared of their treatment. It’s strange how word got out that fast, or that it was important enough to share in the town. I don’t recall leaking any of it out. Mind you, she said she was in a different time zone when she heard all this”

“A different time zone? What like how for Americans it’s the break of dawn while it’s later afternoon here?”

“She talked a bit in riddles, but she meant well and the kids were all very happy with what she did” Yvonne concluded.

“That was ten years ago right?” Lindsey said, staring back at the Doctor.

“I reckon it was yeah, poor girl seems to have fallen on some hard times” Yvonne replied observing the ragged state of The Doctor’s attire.

Yasmin Khan could also overhear the conversations, and she felt quite sorry for the wayward soul standing at the back of the church trying to avoid the chatter. Almost as if she didn’t want to hear anything, like it was sensitive information or something.

Like she was trying to avoid being spoiled.

The look on the Doctor’s face indicated she’d heard as much as she wanted to, so Yasmin reached over to the two ladies and urged them to keep quiet while Graham continued to talk of Grace

Yasmin looked over at The Doctor and gave her a reassuring thumbs up, letting her know she needn’t be the centre of attention this day.

A part of her also wanted her to know she was forgiven for the crazy and tragic events of that evening.

It would have been so easy for Graham to have snapped at this strange person who had led him, Yasmin, Ryan and Grace through their fateful adventure that ended in triumph and tragedy, that there had been consequences to enjoying the thrills of the adventure too much, but Graham was too kind a soul to see the negatives in everything.

Not everyone was a cynical soul in this world, taking so much for granted and wasting their breath cursing out the well intentioned when their good intentions met with ill reward.

Yasmin observed The Doctor and realised her outer appearance needed to change, and in doing so, maybe she could change her outlook, which appeared solemn and tinged with guilt.

Yasmin decided she would suggest a change of clothes to The Doctor, and she welcomed it.

Sometimes we can only fall so far before someone reaches out to grab hold of our hearts and lift our spirits up.