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Doctor Who-Cold Blood [Fanedit]

Cold Blood

 

Another quick alternative cut of the second half of a two-parter, this time for one of Chibnall’s big offenders from series five. I personally don’t mind this one, though I thought it would be interesting to see how it is judged without the more interesting aspects of it missing…meaning Rory’s first of many, many, many deaths and the crack in time.

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Doctor Who-Resolution [FANEDIT]

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The 2019 season of Doctor Who has been and gone, with fans being served only one appetiser all year in the shape of New Year’s Day special “Resolution”. From now ’till 2020, the fans will have to make do with either Big Finish or entertainment by their own means..and that in itself is truly the most exciting prospect of all. Fan Films, Fan Fiction, and Fan Edits await to quench our thirst. It certainly won’t be a dry year.

So to see us into the new year, I’ve cobbled together my first Jodie era DW edit for many weeks “Resolution” was a fine episode with only a few patchy moments, all of which have been glossed over here.

Gone is the opening explaining the Dalek being cut into three and scattered across various locations…a lot of how the Dalek gathers it’s pieces back together is also explained by the Doctor in the TARDIS when she first detects the danger shortly after she and her friends have a gander at the cosmic fireworks.

I’ve also arranged it so  U.N.I.T and it’s indefinite suspension isn’t mentioned at all.

Also out is the extra ending where the Dalek forces the Doctor to take it into the TARDIS. Here, we just resolve the situation with the Microwave saving the day. Also cut is the police officer who comes out to the Dalek. This is mainly to appease the crowd who are greatly angered with the “Bury your Gays” tv trope.

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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-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.

Doctor Who-The Ghost Monument [Fanedit]

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Episode two of the new series doesn’t have much replay value…a lot if it is just lots of talking to pad out the running time. Strong character work you might say if you were really trying to find something to like about this, but I figure you’re here to see the players get on with things.

Out went the “trust exercise” story and all that waffle about still loving your mother despite being abused. Takes a special kind of tolerance for that one.

Also out were any references to the Stenzon and the Timeless Child….if you’re going to say “we’re doing no story arcs this year” Chibnall, we might as well hold you to your word even if you won’t.

 

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Fanedit Ideas-Doctor Who: The Woman Who Fell To Earth

 

Couple of ideas for the inevitable reedit of Doctor Who’s “The Woman Who Fell To Earth”

Alternative Opening Ideas

[Start on the train with the data coil arriving and menacing the passengers. Use the logo reveal video for a custom titles sequence when Jodie arrives, or shortly after she tells Ryan she’s looking for a Doctor

Perhaps open with Twelve regenerating into Thirteen and follow her descent from the TARDIS straight through to crashing through the train, cutting Ryan’s discovery of the Hershies Kiss alien pod and meeting up with Yaz

Another possible option is..maybe lose the twist with Grace? How about we switch Ryan’s comments at the start of the story with the bits about his Nan, or start in media res with Graham’s eulogy at the funeral and then backtrack to the train journey

 

I’ll let you know what I settle on