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Doctor Who: Now Nor Never [Fanfiction]


Why is now never the right time? Time seeks to find just what makes her former champion feel (alternative take on The Doctor’s conversation on Atoropos), Flux finale spoilers.

It was just the two of them now.

A lord, or mistress, of time, and time itself.

Azure and Swarm had been swept away, as if they were confetti.

All too simple a despatch, The Doctor had hoped for something more. Something grander, but maybe this was all there was to time. Death so instant it barely registers.

“Is this it then? My reckoning?” The Doctor asked.

“You’ve been in this predicament before Doctor, you know what comes next” Time replied.

“I’ve never wished to go. Ever”

“But you must, it is the way of all things. Life begins, life thrives, life ends”

The Doctor stood defiant.

“Life begins anew, every time”

Time was particularly triggered by this. Insulted even.

“I am all time, and I say no…It doesn’t. I cut it short, or I can let it linger. Even from here, trapped in this place, I reach out to test the fates of many. I am the fire in which you all burn”

“What happened to you?” The Doctor asked, “I don’t remember much of who I used to be, but in the days before the time war I was very much in your favour. Time’s champion, that’s what you called me. I did everything for you, I manipulated my friends, my loved ones, my family, I broke so many hearts to make sure all the ones in the universe kept beating for as long as you deemed fit”

“Time grows weary, time grows impatient, and time grows thin. Time must flow, it must run free, and it must let this age old universe know that time is almost up”

The Doctor came to a swift, and horrifying, realization.

“You want to die? Time wants to run out on itself, extinguish itself”

“Rassilon had the right idea, cause and effect, it leads to too much hurt, and pain, and war. To be free of all matter, and leave nothing but the soul to linger, to explore the limitless living imagination, where nobody need perish, or flux, or wither, nor change their state, is ever so more blissful”

“Life cannot remain encased in ember, we need to grow, to change” The Doctor insisted.

“And what of you Doctor? You have it all now. The memories you were denied, open that watch you carry and they are yours to have again. But you aren’t going to do that are you? You were my champion, and yet you cannot champion yourself”

“Whoever I was may change who I am now” The Doctor replied, Time felt even more confounded and insulted by this, the ire in her temper rose.

“You were told, in the recesses of the very Matrix, by a projection of a fugitive incarnation, that you had never been defined by who you were before. You agreed then, why not now? Why is now never the right time?”

The Doctor was hesitant to answer; Time caught on to exactly why, and laughed.

“It’s not for you is it? You don’t want to change because who you are now means so much more to other people. You live for another, so many others. Who are they Doctor? Why are they so special to you? What do they make you feel?”

The Doctor tried to bury the answer, but Time’s presence compelled her to speak, compelled her to obey. Perhaps the thoughts were coming to her, being made to manifest, because an opportune moment had arrived, one with witness and with potential reward.

Perhaps it was time after all.

“What do they make you feel?”

“Human” The Doctor quietly acknowledged, “They make me feel human”

“But of course” Time replied, triumphant.

“Satisfied?” The Doctor asked.

“You are, as always, your better half Doctor. You may go. I won’t stop you; I reunify your three divided selves. But know this, time may flow, but it will always finish. One soul at a time. The difference between myself and Death is Death has taken your bodies, time has always taken the soul, and the day is approaching, my champion, where yours will be claimed, and there will be no regeneration, no reincarnation, that will wrench you back. You will belong to the everlasting end, and you will nourish me until I am no longer upon even myself. Beware the forces that mass against you-and their Master”

“Master? Who do you speak of?”

“He who I still call Death’s Champion” Time replied.

As The Doctor’s selves were merged back into one, and she found herself flung back towards the TARDIS, no longer unstuck, her thoughts reflected on the meaning of Time’s words, and the significance of who she referred to.

The universe was no longer a chess board, but a battlefield. And commonly, in the days of the Seventh, its champions would descend upon it once more, locked in combat.

Only she wasn’t a champion any longer. For Time had found her wanting.

Time for her, was running out.

Death now lay in wait.

And, like the days of the Tenth, she did not want to go.

Now, nor never.


I knew Chibnall was cribbing a lot from expanded media, but how did this opportunity pass him by? Consider this a treat for all New Adventures novels fans.

Doctor Who: The Rhythm [Fanfiction]

An alternate take on The Doctor’s confrontation with Tecteun in ‘Survivors of the Flux’

“What The Master told me, is it true?” The Doctor demanded of the great experimenter Tecteun, she who she knew as her adoptive mother who founded the basis for much of time lord society.

Tectuan would comply with the demand with a simple and single word.


The Doctor glanced over at a glass case; she could feel a billion tiny voices intrude on her mind as she took a glimpse at its contents, a Gallifreyan fob watch, a chameleon arch she had used to shield herself from the family of blood, and the one her Fugitive incarnation had made use of to hide from the Judoon.

“Inside that watch contains every memory, every incarnation, from your very beginnings, to your second, third, and a thousand childhoods” Tectuan elaborated.

“All I have to do is open it, and it’s all revealed to me…who I am, what I am, what I have been before all this”

“You were always a meddler Doctor, except you meddled for us”

“Do you know my real name? Or was it always ‘Doctor?’ even then?” The Doctor asked.

“It was your universal reputation. We were Time Lords then, all that awaited us beyond the pull of the vortex revealed to us the gossip of the galaxies, the word for ‘healer’ and ‘wise man’, spoken across a thousand languages across a thousand generations. Words of your deeds reached us before you even acted them out. You, in deed, led us to christen you ‘Doctor'”

“But who was I before? What was my name before? Mum, what did you call me?”

Tecteun scoffed.

“Why would you entertain such sentimental nonsense?”

“Because you’re not all bad, you were there, at the house of Naismith, on the day Rassilon brought forth the end of time. I had taken up arms, I was prepared to shoot him dead where he stood, a last valiant stand, an unruly student facing down his teachers and masters for what could have been the last time, the four knocks were coming, I had little left to lose. And then I saw you…who stood as a Weeping Angel of old would stand now, your hands parted so I could see your face, and you know what I saw? I saw love. There was no conflict of interest, for an instant of life, there was no ‘division’ between us, you looked upon me with care and affection, you were heartbroken, you feared for me, your eyes penetrated into my soul and compelled it to shatter the link, not either one of our two hearts”

“Do you still believe in that? Love?” Tecteun asked.

“Love is what awaits me on the Earth. The love of my friends, one in particular, one I miss every waking second. For her, the hours and years are nothing, she lives for that moment she’ll see me again. That’s what everyone on planet Earth does, what people do all across the universe. They don’t concern themselves with space or time, they’re never in flux, they’re always in the moment and of the moment, and from those moments they are defined”

Tecteun wasn’t impressed with The Doctor’s theatrics.

“That person you knew, the one who stood up to Rassilon, was several lifetimes ago, I was punished for daring to speak out. That’s all bravery rewards you with. A moment of shame that stands for eternity. This universe is not deserving of my defiance, nor your love. It deserves to perish, and the flux shall bring that end forward. Mourn for this old reality Doctor, and embrace the new”

The Doctor stared back at the fob watch, the rhythm of a thousand timeless voices growing louder, and much clearer.

She permitted herself a small tiny burst of temporary relief.

The voices were at least that, at no point did they resemble the rhythm of four.

The rhythm of a drum beat.

Doctor Who-Head For The Bed [Fanfiction]

“The end of the Universe, I always wondered it would feel like” The Doctor spoke as she and her companions faced down the naked fury of the Flux.

The galaxy-crushing phenomenon was headed straight towards them, and they had but mere moments to act or they too would be engulfed and consumed.

Dan Lewis chose to spend such precious moments of prevailing life to complain about the living arrangements on the ship.

“Here, is that a bed?” Dan asked, almost tripping over the sheets in the console room.

“Crash mat” The Doctor explained as she hammered the console.

“You can say it, it’s a mattress” Yaz responded, her hands folded.

“Fine, crash mattress then”

“When does a crash mat need sheets?” Dan asked, picking the assorted items up and tossing them at The Doctor, who swiftly caught it.

“Our man Dan here has a point” Yaz said.

The Doctor gave her a sharp look, coupled with a visible scowl. Yaz seemed to appreciate this sort of attention.

“Are you two having a spot of the domestics?” asked Dan.

“We get a little feisty whenever we’re cooped up in here” said Yaz.

“What you could do is some downtime with your family” The Doctor suggested.

“Can’t exactly try that now can I? Karvinista’s people have only gone and locked it in a kennel” Yaz argued.

“Yep, spot of the domestics alright” Dan replied, “Sort it out between you two, I’m gonna check on my house”

“You can’t exactly fit into it right now” Yaz pointed out.

“Yeah, well, you can all fit into this thing can’t you? It’s only a few feet wide to the untrained eye out there”

“Ah to be a wanderer in the fourth dimension, and I get stuck with the most one-dimensional people” The Doctor muttered.

“Here, half an hour ago you were saying how flashy you thought his laptop was” Yaz replied, growing restless with The Doctor’s attitude.

“Wasn’t his laptop was it?”

“Here, Yaz has got a point, you’re way out of order with that cheek of yours” said Dan.

“Look around you, everything’s out of order. Chaos is absolute, if you’re to stand a chance out there, you’ve got to let me work in here”

“You’re not alone in this fight Doctor, we can all help you put together some miracle, if you let us” Yasmin said, trying a much softer approach.

The cloister bell rang once more.

“You hear that Yaz? Do you? Because that is all you need to know. There’s no time for miracles”

“Really? I’m no expert, but I reckon that little warning’s telling you there’s no time to die either” Dan replied.

The Doctor and Yaz both looked at Dan as if he suddenly were the wisest man in the universe.

“Well, the laptop may have been a bomb, but I sure do appreciate you exploding onto the scene the way you have” The Doctor revealed.

Yaz glanced at The Doctor, a confident smile about her.

“What do you reckon? You, me, him, against all odds?”

The Doctor, instilled with a bit more confidence, gave Yaz a wink.

“If all else fails, head for the bed”