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Doctor Who: Three Months [Fanfic Prompt]

 

I can distinctly remember her face being full of tangible, unavoidable and radiant joy when she came in with it.

Its tail wagging, its tongue wet with the stain of saliva, the patter of its paws as it was placed down on the floor gaining speed. It headed towards me and begged me to life it up.

“C’mon” The Doctor said, applauding the efforts of the little tyke, encouraging me to embrace it.

Her enthusiasm died down when she realised I was keeping one eye out for sign of a collar.

“Doc, you sure it’s a stray?” I asked.

“Came charging at me after I dropped the bag of essentials, before I could pick ’em up, he’d eaten all of them, then he followed me home”

“Into the TARDIS?”

“Into the TARDIS. Nice to have a puppy darting about the place again, usually they’re all made of metal. I haven’t had a proper animal besides cats”

“So that rumour was true then? The one making the rounds from Yaz and Ryan?”

“What have they been saying now?”

“That you had a cat on the ship”

“Oh they must have looked at photos of me and Wolsey back in the day, those were lifetimes, and several manhoods ago. Really shouldn’t leave photos around the place. So, what do you reckon?”

“You want to keep it?”

“Can we leave it with you? Is that a thing we can do?”

“I don’t know Doc, I have friends who aren’t so keen on animals, one of them, Gabriel has a real phobia. One time we were taking a gander around where the estates were being built and one just leapt off its lead and charged straight at him. He flew around the street like a chicken, begging the owner to restrain it. It broke my heart, it’d break yours”

“Probably just the one, the other would be feeling a mite sorry for him”

“Look, just give it a week, it’s not of any real age to start misbehaving, he’ll be on his best behaviour I promise”

“I’ll hold you to that Doc”

Now it was The Doctor’s turn to come charging at me, giving me a spell-binding hug and a kiss around the collar.

“Right, I’ll nip on over to get more essentials, you can get acquainted with-with-oh what are we going to call him?”

“We’ll figure it out when you get back” I said.

The Doctor headed back out the door, and in the hours that ticked by, the little one’s energy was unrelenting. It had a spark about it, a taste for adventure that matched mine and The Docs’. I could envision walks across alien moons, its scent picking up all kinds of new sensations, tugging him, pulling him towards the unknown. He could be strapped up in the most adoring of spacesuits and play fetch across the Milky Way.

And maybe he could be just the kind of therapy dog Gabrielle needed, it’d be trained well, taught to cause as little fuss as possible, just give it an essential, and it can be fashioned into an essential.

And then inspiration came to me.

That’d be his name. Something not all together common in regards to actual names, but a title often used in conversation, or thought of every day.

It was then that The Doctor came in, carrying bags of supplies; she looked a little more drained, haunted almost by an inconvenient reality that had just hit her.

“You Ok Doc?” I asked.

“Yeah…yeah everything’s fine. You got a name for him?”

“Yeah, you’ll love it, we’ll call him Essentials”

“…That fits, that really fits” she said.

I went over to her and stroked her hair, I tried reading her face, it was clear she was hurting.

“Doc, what’s wrong”

“Graham…when I nipped off to get essentials, the actual essentials, I didn’t tell you how far I was going for them…”

“…How long?”

“Three months ahead”

“Well, that’s great, unless you’re going to tell me the food gets scarcer…”

“I spotted you, me, we were on a park bench, there was an empty lead in your hand, and you said something to me, and I said something to you. I couldn’t hear, but we both looked at each other, there was distance in our eyes, we glanced up at the sky, we blew it a kiss, and we just sat there…this look of naked raw loss on our faces”

I took a gander at the little fury tearing into the carpets, surely not? Surely there was nothing at fault…I’d barely begun to plot out its future, our future, what we’d do together.

“Doc, you normally don’t tell us the future this far in advance…~

“Maybe it’s essential we know what’s ahead so we can give little Essentials here the best life it can possibly know before…before…it all slips out from under us. From under him”

“Just three months?”

“Just three months” she said.

Finally, after hours of activity, little Essentials knelt down to sleep, safe in the knowledge we were here for it. For the rest of its days.

The Doctor sat beside it and just stared, stroking its furry body.

I knelt down beside her and let her rest her head on my shoulder.

“There’s got to be an answer to all this” I said.

“Sometimes I just never know the answer when it’s important” she said.

Doctor Who-The Timeless Children: Renegade Cut [Fanedit]

Timeless Children Renegade

 

Just today I worked out how to edit “The Timeless Children” to my satisfaction

It was the previous episode, “Ascension of the Cybermen” that provided me with the alternative to the Timeless Child (a twist I have no issue with and am open to, but this edit is for friends of mine who aren’t on board.since The Doctor’s past with the Division was probably the most genuinely compelling part of the whole revelation, why not make the journey into the Matrix ALL ABOUT THAT hmm? So gone is Tecteun and child experimentation, and in comes how Brendan was recruited. Nothing about the Doctor’s origin is made too clear, so this is very much not just a renegade cut but a “Cartmal Cut”, revealing backstory but keeping the Doctor’s truth a bit distant. Andrew Cartmal himself wasn’t very satisfied with the timeless children twist either. 

Oh, and for kicks, I replaced the Morbius Doctor with something altogether different…won’t spoil what, but I figured it was a worthy inclusion

Doctor Who-The Angels Take Manhattan: Rory Restored Cut [Fanedit]

Angels Take ManhattanAnyone who caught “The Doctor’s Wife” watchalong may have stumbled on the little online treat on the Doctor Who Lockdown Youtube Channel reuniting Arthur Darvil and the disembodied voice of Karen Gillen as Amy and Rory Williams will no doubt have thought to themselves ‘wow, now I wish this scene had been in the actual episode”….thoughts like that are precisely what sites like these are for, to take those dreams and make them reality.

This is the third time I’ve made my way back to this episode for an edit, and with each take, it continues to evolve…I knew this one had to be different, not just for the inclusion of the ‘Rory’s Story’ short, but also to make it stand out more uniquely than the original episode. My previous edits had arranged things like Rory and Amy surviving the Angel’s touch and removing Rory’s tombstone, but here on the third go, all of that is kept in for the sake of the short, hence the “Restored” part of the title. Rory’s fate is restored to an edit of mine, and Rory himself now gets the final word instead of Amy, as we focus on their future rather than wish their past a fond farewell. Amy said all she needed to say to the raggedy man at the cemetary anyway.

So where does that leave The Doctor? Why, a date with River of course. This time River does not leave Eleven to feel sad and sorry, this time she travels with him. I made use of the short minisode “Rain Gods” found elsewhere on the series seven DVD to acheive this task…and you’ll find it’s not the only minisode I used here. Now instead of that long pre-title side-story for the doomed detective, The Doctor’s short trip (hur hur), to the inforarium (using the minisode of the same name) is used instead. If you choose, you can skip through the episode straight to the Rain Gods scene as everything in the middle is uncut.

New York, the city of a million stories, some of them haven’t happened yet.

We’re managing.

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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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https://www.theuntoldadventures.com/

 

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…

 

 

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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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