Doctor Who: Child of the Daleks Episode Three
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Doctor Who: I Shall Use My Time [Fanfiction]
The Executioner stared down The Doctor and her companions, its weapon trained, and its aim precise.
“Shouldn’t we make a run for it?” Dan muttered.
“The slightest move will set it off” Yaz whispered back.
“Yeah, but it’s gonna shoot anyway” Dan replied.
“Not like this” The Doctor quietly spoke, as the full weight of her situation weighed heavily on her. She had led all she cared about to their deaths.
The blast was intense, their insides burned, they slumped to the floor, dead to the world and universe.
And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.
The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.
“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.
They made their way across the ELF department store, going through a routine all too familiar, and yet it ought to be entirely new.
And in many ways, it was. They did not find a body where they were last time, they headed out to the lobby and stumbled onto the Dalek, it trained its weapon on them once more.
“Shouldn’t we make a run for it?” Dan muttered.
“The slightest move will set it off” Yaz whispered back.
“Yeah, but it’s gonna shoot anyway” Dan replied.
“Not like this” The Doctor quietly spoke, as the full weight of her situation weighed heavily on her. She had led all she cared about to their deaths.
Thoughts of things left unsaid came to the Doctor’s mind more readily, she turned to Dan.
“Dan, I’m sorry I led you all here”
“You know what I think Doctor?” Dan asked, before all three of them were again cut down by the radiant blasts of lethal energy coming from the Dalek
And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.
The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.
“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.
They made their way across the ELF department store, going through a routine all too familiar, and yet it ought to be entirely new.
They headed out to the lobby and stumbled onto the Dalek, it trained its weapon on them.
“Shouldn’t we make a run for it?” Dan muttered.
“The slightest move will set it off” Yaz whispered back.
“Yeah, but it’s gonna shoot anyway” Dan replied.
“Not like this” The Doctor quietly spoke, as the full weight of her situation weighed heavily on her. She had led all she cared about to their deaths.
Thoughts of things left unsaid came to the Doctor’s mind more readily, she turned to Dan.
“Dan, I’m sorry I led you here, to your death”
“You know what I think Doctor?” Dan asked.
“Lucky you, you have time to think” said The Doctor.
“I’m not the one you should apologize to” replied Dan.
“What do you mean?” The Doctor asked, most curious.
“I’m saying there’s someone you need to talk to more than me” Dan responded.
The blast enveloped them, once more; they fell to the floor dead.
And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.
The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.
“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.
The Doctor wasn’t going to wait around for the precise moment to ask Dan what he meant on the next loop.
“Alright then, who?” she said as they found themselves outside of the TARDIS on the basement level of the ELF department store once more, alive and whole.
“Who, what?”
“In a couple of minutes, we’re all going upstairs to die, I led you into a Dalek trap, I should have left you where you were, can’t tell what I was thinking dragging you into adventures with us, I never even walked you to your bedroom the first time you got in”
“Why would you need to walk me to my bedroom?”
“‘Cause you’re useless at scouting locations, could tell from the last four years we spent in the past. I had to always find the best place to prop up the tents in the Everglades, or don’t you remember that far back?” Yaz snarked.
“Yaz, enough” The Doctor ordered. Yaz folded her arms and turned her head away.
“Here, don’t shut her down like that, it’s her life you’ve put in jeopardy too, you should be apologizing to the pair of us”
The Doctor swiftly realised something.
“Right, well, let’s nip on upstairs and we’ll start again from the top” she suggested.
“You want us to get killed just so you can restart this conversation?” Yaz asked, more than a bit perturbed.
“You can count me out” said Dan.
“Me too” Yaz replied.
“Alright, suit yourself” The Doctor replied, and rushed up the stairs in a huff.
Dan and Yaz waited patiently, their ears holding out for signs of a struggle, a cry, something to indicate this time would ultimately pass them by.
“Here, you ever told her?” said Dan.
“Tell her what?” asked an annoyed Yaz.
“How you really feel? I mean, next time would be best, assuming we’re in some sort of loop. You could have a thousand chances to come out in the open”
Yaz held back some tears as the worry overtook her; she had let one small tiff with her friend potentially doom her to death alone. What if the loop didn’t reset?
“I better go after her” Yaz replied.
“Give it a thought will ya?” Dan advised, Yaz nodded and ran upstairs.
Dan waited a couple of more minutes, thinking aloud to himself.
“Why would she want to know where my bedroom is?” he asked.
Finally, he put his best foot forward and stormed upstairs after his friends, only to find cold corpses waiting for him at the lobby, the Dalek staring him down.
“At least they died together” he said, before swiftly following them in death.
And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.
The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.
“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.
The Doctor wasn’t going to wait around for the precise moment to ask Dan what he meant on the next loop.
“Alright then, who?” she said as they found themselves outside of the TARDIS on the basement level of the ELF department store once more, alive and whole.
“Who, what?”
“In a couple of minutes, we’re all going upstairs only to die in the lobby, I led you into a Dalek trap, Yaz, I’m sorry, I led both you and Dan into this mess and that’s all on me, Dam I can’t tell what I was thinking dragging you into adventures with us”
“Here, why would you want to walk me to my bedroom? I can find my own way, a simple point to the right or left; north or south will do me just fine”
“Doctor, I need to tell you something, you need to hear this” Yaz revealed, her voice almost pleading her to listen.
“Will it get us out of our predicament?” The Doctor asked.
“Just know you’ll never be alone if it doesn’t”
The Doctor nodded.
“Alright, what is it?” she asked.
Yaz looked over at Dan, Dan nodded right back. It was time to confess.
“You really fancy Dan don’t you?”
“Oh for heaven’s sake Yaz” said Dan.
“What? I only met him a week ago” The Doctor replied.
“Yeah, but you crushed on him major hard after he vanquished the vanquishers while you were stuck in the Crimea, he talked about the look in your eye all the time when you fetched him”
“Look, will you not put me in your place right now?” Dan begged.
“Your place? What does he mean Yaz?”
“INTRUDERS DETECTED” bellowed the Dalek from above.
“Ok, that’s new” said Dan
“If we don’t get a move on, it’s gonna come directly to us, we’ll be leading it straight to the TARDIS” The Doctor warned.
“Here, the ship’s not looking too rosy” said Dan, pointing to the TARDIS.
“Oh no, no this isn’t good, it’s going through a ray phase shift, time is disseminating all around it, and eventually, us. It means when it explodes, and this time loop is still in effect, we’ll lose all cognitive recollection of events from the last few loops”
“But the loops will continue right?” Yaz said.
“Yes, but-we’ll be reset, like nothing we say or do will have any bearing on the next few times we loop, it’ll be a whole different experience”
“So this is going to feel like we’re wasting time?” said Yaz.
“You need to use that time Yaz” said Dan.
Yaz looked into his eyes and made note of their sincerity, he wanted her to function.
For the function of human beings, be it man, or woman, or anyone in between, is to live, and not to prolong.
The three of them travelled upstairs to meet the Dalek head on.
“Doctor, you’ve never led us anywhere astray, we’re always where we’re supposed to be, at your side, in love with all the sights and sounds, in love with the universe-in love with you” Yaz continued, wrapping her arm tightly around The Doctor.
Dan calmly poked around The Doctor’s waist and gave her a tickle.
The Doctor reacted to both gestures with joy, warmth and laughter. She may not remember these moments for very long, but it was a sense of resurgence, of fresh stars.
Of a new fam.
The Dalek loomed over them.
“Yaz, Yaz, I can’t let go, something’s missing” The Doctor replied.
“Doctor, we might not have another chance after this” Yaz said.
“I’ll take a chance on that final chance”
“Then wherever this takes us, it takes us together” Yaz assured her, and kissed her delicately on the forehead. Dan wrapped both his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her head.
“Dalek do your worst, our resistance is useless” The Doctor instructed.
“CORRECT” The Dalek responded. And fired upon them.
And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.
The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.
“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.
“Doctor, I love you” Yaz replied, making full use at last of what little time remained.
The Doctor wasn’t going to wait around. She grabbed Yasmin Khan by the hand, gave her a twirl, hoisted her high in the air, lowered her back down, and kissed her passionately on the lips.
“And I you Yasmin” she said.
Dan looked sheepishly on, giving Yaz a confidant thumbs up.
“I’ll just nip on over here, leave you two ladies to have a wild night, whatever’s left of it” he said.
“Here, not so fast Mr. Matchmaker, I’ve got one or two home truths to give you too” The Doctor said.
“Oh really?” Dan asked.
“One, I really do fancy the kittens off you” she said, “And two, I really should have done this with Donna Noble”
She lunged at Dan and pushed her lips onto his mouth, slamming him into the back of a concrete pillar, gyrating her hips on top of his, her eyes were tightly shut, imagining an enactment of every sensual act she had ever studied in Amsterdam, her nose scrunched up against his own, he could barely breath from the release he felt as she pulled back from their embrace.
“Looks like the TARDIS is ready to burst” Yaz replied.
“It’s not the only one” The Doctor said, wiping the sweat off her forehead.
“I don’t think I’m going to forget this in a hurry” Dan admitted.
“Depends on the loop, it could be now, it could be never” The Doctor assured him.
“If we get another go-around, you want to maybe try some of those tricks on me?”
“Sure, Dan’ll get a thrill out of that won’t you? Maybe I’ll change my routine, maybe I’ll teach Yaz a few of that and watch her try it on you”
“Can you get a move on mate?” Dan asked of the TARDIS as the dissemination began to take hold.
“Wherever this takes us, it’ll be quite the ride, I just hope I’m ready to face it all, and face myself” wished Yaz.
“You’ll manage Ms. Khan, so long as you’re able to face yourself” The Doctor replied, giving her another precious kiss.
“To a new year, and a new you. The real you”
The TARDIS erupted in a blaze of crimson fire, time folded, and just as swiftly snapped back in place, a new loop commenced, with all retaining no memory, not an inkling of what came before. All that was left was the mission to come.
And maybe after it was done, they could all go to the beach.
Where was the beach anyway?
Doctor Who-His Dark Design (Complete) [Fanfiction]
Doctor Who-His Dark Design Episode Four [Fanfiction]
And now on BBC ONE we conclude our four-part adventure pitting the Master and Daleks against Sarah Jane Smith and the wits of Tom Baker as Doctor Who!
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Doctor Who-His Dark Design Episode Three [Fanfiction]
Now on BBC ONE, we take another time-traversing turn to galaxies beyond imagination as Tom Baker battles the dreaded Daleks and The Master in the third instalment of a new four part adventure as Doctor Who!
Doctor Who-His Dark Design Episode One [Fanfiction]
Beginning an exciting ‘new’ serial on my blog…well, ‘new’ in the sense that I am adapting a classic Doctor Who strip from TV Comic and adding my own personal touch to it. I was reading ‘Return of the Daleks’ and was awe struck by how good it was, if only Roger Delgado’s Master had been at the heart of it…so that’s what I’ve done, added him to proceedings to make the event all the more compelling. Expect plenty of surprises here
This fanscript is structured a bit like an ‘audio novel’, the narrator describes the goings on, but the characters speak their own lines, and I’ve also included some choice hightlights from the actual strip itself!
I hope to make this a daily serial, but we’ll see.
Doctor Who: The Moment Before [Fanfiction]
Everything then was of The Moment.
Upon activation, it could see all that was tangled and untangled through time, through days to come and all the love of long ago.
It saw the births of every hero, every monster, the cause and solution to greater and greater conflict.
But The Moment could not see an end in sight to this.
This war across time was waged with tremendous ferocity, and it had broken every conventional rule that had been put in place long before the conception of our latest reality.
For if there was to be an advantage, a victory, a step forward, it would be all too easy for a disagreeable to take two steps back through the passage of time and ensure the win would be in error, that it required an intervention, a rewrite.
History was written by the victors, but now it could be spoiled by the losers.
It was in a position where it could stand in judgement of them all, but it was not its place to determine who died. The Moment could only guilt those who can live with the cost of a most heinous of deeds.
Yes, more heinous than the constant revisions of countless lives.
The judgment would be reserved for one who would deny the young and the bold a constant of time.
The future. Their future.
Everything has potential, and the children were always so full of that.
Born into the universe, no immediate need for the touch of resurrection, carrying with them their old and outdated ideas, ready to inflict them on the disenfranchised.
The children were always the true leaders, those with bold and ambitious ideas, no matter what you thought of them, no matter how bitter the disagreements or the manner in which they judged you and the ways in which you were taught, it was they who would shape their world and the universe around them for better or worse. They had as much right to making mistakes, and correcting them.
The future was always changing, and nothing spoke to this more than what shaped this war.
For here, the enemy of the future, the blight of change, was change itself.
The children needed to stand, they needed to be counted.
The Moment was at a loss at what to do, who could spend what remains of their lifetime tallying up the cost of these inhuman actions by Time Lord and Dalek alike?
It broadened the scope of its search, expanded itself beyond time’s horizon and looked deeper, past the burning, towards the time of the fateful crossfire.
The Moment Before had reached out to The Moment After, and found the lack of response concerning.
It wasn’t expected.
So many voices being shared telepathically, channelled across the entire spectrum of the time and space vortex, they could open as many doors as The Moment could, see everything it could.
None of them had the time for The Moment or its plight though, save one.
Something distinct, something that set itself apart from what the remainder.
Something immediate.
A constant in time.
A future.
And it sounded Northern.
“I know you’re scared, I know you have no reason to trust me, trust any of us, but it’s far from being all over, you know that. Nothing is ever over, everything ends, then it begins, we all go on to be somebody else, sometimes we tire, sometimes we give in, but everything that gives us pause in life is just that, it’s of a moment, and the immediate moment just as important as the moment before or after, they inform who we are in between the past and the present, and from there, we contribute to the constant of time, we dedicate our all to the betterment of the future”
The words flowed like a river, replenishing the Moment Before, bedazzling it almost, it was like magic.
“And for my next trick…” the Northerner uttered, pulling the curtain back by throwing a switch on his TARDIS console.
In the heat of the immediate moment, his past self could tangibly feel the burn.
The unwavering sensation of intense conflict, the pressure to do what was right, and the almost remarkably disenfranchised fatigue was steadily compelling The Doctor of War to answer the call of the higher Gods.
He’d done enough by now surely? One last miracle to perform and he could be done with it all, he could return to Time, who had bestowed him the honour of being it’s champion, in triumph. He could ascend and settle into long overdue retirement.
Another shudder sent him reeling back, thrown across the console room and into the back of the roundels.
In agony, he reached for the back of his neck and checked for any creaks.
His TARDIS buckled as it took a direct hit from the Dalek saucers as they converged on his location. A small laser guided time shift missile found its mark and cut its mark deep on the right side of the ship, throwing the Doctor of War off course.
Worse was to come, the forty-eighth Death-Watch battalion of Goth had eluded the sealing of the white point breach and was headed straight towards a vulnerable Gallifrey, bursts of blazing molten flame lit up its sails.
The TARDIS was headed directly towards it, the navigational systems knackered, the breaks faulty, nothing could hope to prevent the collision.
The Doctor of War braced himself for a swift end.
And then, from out of nowhere, another TARDIS shunted his own out of the way, attracting the ire of the Battalion.
They opened fire on the two ships with electrically charged balls of wild energy, but the Northerner’s TARDIS drew them towards a hovering Dalek battle station, and shot upwards, timing it just right so the energy blasts connected with the station and reduced it to a smouldering heap ablaze in space.
Like kicking open a hornet’s nest, it produced the desired effect, as teems of escaping Daleks swarmed out and surrounded the Battalion, which launched as much of its own against them. A whole war in itself was waged within minutes and both sides became far too preoccupied with one another to concern themselves with two of the thirteen or so similar looking time and space craft that had been the catalyst for their conflict.
“Finish those calculations Odin” the Northern Doctor instructed.
“Odin? I’d have settled for a more common label like ‘old man’, not some lofty comparison of which I am far too undeserving of” The Doctor of War spoke, tinged with self guilt.
“I’m never as old as I think I am, even when I look at it. You and I? We’re timeless, we’re The Doctor again, always have been, always will be”
The Doctor of War carried the heart of The Moment with him, its rhythm substituting for his own; he blessed the Moment that was for showing him exactly the future he needed to see.
The Northern Doctor’s thoughts reached through the recesses of time again.
“Yes, you over there? You did this, or maybe by my telling you, I did this, another constant of time is it can get very complicated. You told me one day I would count all the children, and one day I would see what it would do to me. I won’t retain the memory; all that will remain is the moment before. I need you to be the Moment after, so I can continue to be defined by new things. To grow, to change, to be different people all through my lives, and continue to be defined as the one constant throughout time, its champion”
The Moment Before became in this instance the Moment to Come, and requested further instruction on how to best approach The Doctor before.
“There’s a girl, only just met her really, popped out for a moment or two after I got the summons to preserve Gallifrey…nice lass, blonde hair, tall, sporty, sassy, made a terrible choice in a boyfriend, you’d like her, take her form if you like, give me something to notice, something to look out for on a subconscious level, as I won’t retain the surface memory. If it helps with the nudge, look into her history; don’t be afraid to turn the pages beyond my lifetime…see all the moments that are to come. It’s bound to be fantastic“
The Immediate Moment could feel itself being stripped from the Omega Arsenal, taken into a TARDIS, and taken into the desert wilderness of Gallifrey, towards the homestead of the Doctor of War, perched on a bed of hay, her abductor performing mental gymnastics on how to operate it.
On a day of great decision, the work had begun.
Everything now was of The Moment.
Doctor Who: Day of the Doctor [Extended Renegade Cut]
This cut makes use of superfans Youtubers Oliver Comet and Confession Dial to prove you with the most unique cut of Day of the Doctor perhaps ever assembled. Classic Doctors, the near-entirety of Night of the Doctor, a clearer and more concise transition from War to Nine, it’s all here for you on this, the 56th anniversary of our favourite tv programme, so get in.
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