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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.

 

 

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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-The Eleventh Hour [A Fanedit]

The Eleventh Hour

Another DW edit that makes some use of extra material to create an altogether different viewing experience. All the changes to this version occur towards the very end

This special edition includes the entirety of this trailer

And some scenes from this “Meanwhile In The TARDIS” segment
Both of them are on the Series Five DVD fortunately, so I’m working off those.

Only other edit to the original version was removing the TARDIS’ departure from Amy’s house, just to ensure a continuity error is’nt present as by the time the above scenes play out, the ship is already in flight

A flash of inspiration occurred to me just the previous night as to where to include the 2010 trailer promo…you know the scene where Amy dreams of a young Amelia sitting atop her briefcase waiting for the TARDIS to arrive and take her away? Well…all you have to do is replace that scene with the trailer…and once the giant Silurian head pops up to surprise Doc and Amy, then you can have Amy wake up!

 

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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-Mrs. Doctor [Fanfiction]

Mrs. Doctor

The Doctor was at a loss to know what they meant, Byron, Mary, all those at the villa that had graced her and her family with their company on this disenchanted evening.

‘Mrs. Doctor?’, no, no just Doctor would do.

But why would they care to assign her a lawfully wedded title?

Byron in particular had recently been separated from his wife, why would he address any of his pursuits this way?

And pursue her he did, it was almost flattering, but the rules of historical engagement prevented her from pursuing the matter further.

In truth, they were not wrong.

In another life, she had taken a wife, her parents having conceded to the union, the pairing were tethered to one another on the very edge of existence, time could not move forward without them.

With the mightiest tide of time, the river did soar, and its song was a name that swept across the ocean of stars.

She was a universe unto itself.

The song had ceased for that wife, though her own would never end.

And if her song could never end, who goes on singing with her?

She reflected on her role to her three companions, and came to a rather obvious conclusion.

The dynamic had been obvious to all those in attendance to the villa.

Quite right too.

So who did they assume she was married to?

She walked slowly around the console, creeping up on her three family members, those who had agreed to advance with step two of her plan to avert the rise of the Cyber-armies, her eyes trained and focused on one in particular.

She thought back to the fireside chat she’d had with him in the villa under the cold and daunting curtain of night, a heat of the moment argument between the two that now resonated warmly in her memory. Squabbling over things she didn’t believe in and a man’s failure to complete the sole task he was assigned to, keeping his eye trained on a wandering sleepwalker.

Mary Shelly, Byron and the rest had observed behavioural patterns such as this, and indeed, had noticed the instant Graham O’Brien made reference to the considerable distance she had placed between their transport and their destination.

Their conclusions were easy to understand.

As Yaz and Ryan wandered off to get changed, The Doctor steadily approached Graham, who was hanging around the console, almost expecting what was to come next.

She walked right up to his side and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“What was that for Doc?” Graham asked, a little giddy.

“For giving me a minute” she said.

She encouraged Graham to get a move on, for there was a war to win.

“God speed gentle husband” she whispered.

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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