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Doctor Who: Black Tie [Fanfiction]

 

Yasmin Khan couldn’t believe the state the TARDIS console room was in. More to the point, she couldn’t believe she had taken time out of her day off to check in on her friend and mentor as she fumbled her way through the TARDIS wardrobe, leaving piles of discarded clothes laying across the floor, some had even found their way onto the centre columns.

Yaz gasped as her keen sense of smell starting picking up whiffs of something burning, she kicked aside some fur coats to reach the source of the smoke that was forming.

The Doctor’s head peered out the small changing room, catching a glimpse of Yaz’s activities.

“Here, careful with that, they’re the latest fashions from Spyradon” The Doctor spoke,

“You’ve left the iron on. Again, it’s burning a hole in one of your shirts”

“I know, it’s all by design, brilliant isn’t it?”

“No it’s not brilliant, that’s a perfectly fine looking shirt and it’s ruined now, what were you thinking?”

“Depends, I do a lot of thinking, like whether or not Graham’s kept his sights on the schedule”

“And what do you mean by that?” Yaz asked, her arms folded, tapping one of them with an index finger rather frantically. Her patience running thinner and thinner.

“Tell me he knows when the Hatton Road bus is due?”

“7: 39…and no, Doctor, that’s not in the morning, how many times have I told you not to go by military time?”

“I can’t keep count of those times, they slip in between the cracks of history, I stick more closely to those”

“Doctor, he’s not going to forget the schedules. He used to be a driver remember? He keeps tabs on all the timetables, even now; it’s a hobby between him and his mates”

“It’s just; we’re doing this all his way this time, no reliance on this old snog box”

Yaz broke out into an uncontrollable giggle.

“Snog box?”

“That one didn’t come from me, it came from a friend, and it’s quite a fetching title at this stage in our little drama together” The Doctor replied.

“You shouldn’t treat your dates like they’re a constant drama” Yaz insisted.

“Everything in my life is a drama, I’m not wired to think any way differently…life is so rich with complexity, even the simplest things follow convoluted rules and restrictions…take this restaurant we’re going to, yeah? Black tie…where am I going to find a tie at such short notice? A chap called Turlough wore out pretty much all of them back when he travelled with me. Only time he didn’t have any on was when he headed off back to Trion”

Yaz shared with her friend some words of wisdom, which she had meticulously formed during this phase of The Doctor’s ranting. Perhaps being around her for so long had also helped piece together both the right temper and fluidity of this advice.

“Everything is a process, the point is to enjoy yourself when you sort all that out, then you can look back on all this worry, all this drama if you will, and laugh about it with Graham when the two of you have dinner. Drama makes good conversations, you’ll be at it all evening, trust me”

The Doctor emerged from the dressing room chambers, Yaz reacted with some surprise, she also felt like she shouldn’t be all that shocked, but her mind was drifting more in favour of the situation presenting itself within an hour’s time for the Doctor and Graham.

“Are you…are you really going out like that?”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing it’s just…so typically you. I thought you’d strive to be a bit more…feminine for once, you know, so you wouldn’t have to worry so much about black tie”

Yaz’s phone started ringing; she took a moment to answer it.

“Hello? Yes, oh…oh of course, yeah, she’ll be on her way shortly. Just for FOMO, what’s exactly the time right now? 6:55? And is the schedule still good for you two? Yeah, yeah I see…ok, not bad, I’ll let her know. Yes…yes, I know she has a time machine, that doesn’t mean she keeps track of any on odd occasions”

Yaz switched the phone off and turned back to The Doctor.

“That was him?” The Doctor asked.

“That was him, don’t worry, if you make it to where he is, you’ll be early” Yaz assured her.

“What did he say about the schedule?”

“The bus will be running two minutes late”

The Doctor punched the air with a sense of triumph.

“Ah, so the schedule couldn’t keep track of HIM, that’s better, I like it when time becomes your enemy, gives you another reason to head on out there and make yourself it’s master”

Yaz rolled her eyes.

Fifteen minutes later, The Doctor announced her arrival at Graham O’Brien’s house with a firm knock on the front door. Graham swiftly answered, and, to the Doctor’s delight, she found him wearing a most fetching tuxedo, a velvet black tie tucked into his coat.

To his own surprise, he found The Doctor was wearing a matching tuxedo and shirt

“Here I am, all good and proper. Shall we?”

Graham gave the Doctor a little bit of the soft-shoe shuffle at the door.

Graham also noticed The Doctor’s bow tie looked somewhat displaced

“Your bow is looking a little crooked there; here let me sort you out”

His hands reached out to adjust the bow tie, the Doctor allowed him, humming a couple of musical notes to herself, all slightly out of key, but in her head sounded like blissful release…relief from all that earlier pressure.

“Mind asking me what compelled you to grab that?”

“You said it was black tie. Couldn’t find one lying about the place, figured the coolest thing I could find would suffice”

“Well, who am I to argue? We’ve all got to bring a little flavour to a restaurant”

The Doctor giggled.

“There, good as new” he said as he finished adjusting the bow tie, poking The Doctor on the nose with the tip of a middle finger.

The Doctor tucked in her lip and closed her eyes briefly, allowing herself to revel in the ever decreasing pressure. Around Graham, the drama just all seemed to wash away.

She also let out what Graham could distinctly identify as a mischievous chuckle, almost as if she was sharing a private joke to herself.

“What’s tickling those ribs of yours Doc?” Graham asked.

The Doctor wrapped her arms snugly around his neck, their two powerful and thunderstruck eyes matching.

She knew Graham wouldn’t get what she meant, and caring little if he did. He didn’t know every story, she was just thankful he had become the latest chapter.

“Let’s just say it’s a good thing we aren’t going to church…”

Doctor Who: Thraham: The Soundtrack

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TRACK LISTING

-Family (Dolly Paton)
-I Do (98 Degrees)
-Something Deep Inside (Billie Piper)
-Waiting For A Star To Fall (Boy Meets Girl)
-Invisible (Clay Aiken)
-Don’t Say You Love Me (Fifth Harmony)
-Hopeless Romantic (Tink)
-Perfect Mind (Snake City)
-Thank God I Found You (Maria Carey and 98 Degrees)

 

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-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-A Minute Passes [Fanfiction]

 

DOCTOR WHO

A MINUTE PASSES

Author’s Note: Blimey, what an episode “Can You Hear Me?” was…character development across the board. I’ve noticed some have vented online about how The Doctor reacted to Graham’s concerns regarding his cancer towards the end, so here’s what I took from that scene.


It’s a fact of life. We’re going to die.

Be of brave heart, cry the distant flight attendants out of the living past.

All our songs, fluent as a River, will fall silent.

But what of it?

Maybe a man’s name doesn’t matter all that much.

Maybe the universe prefers one singular moment.

That moment was the twilight of life. The instant it ceases and slips into the either, and at last the universe is left alone.

For those who walk through eternity, the twilight of others is all that is constant, as is the loneliness.

They are a fact of the universe, they are the testimony of ages, they are the harshest lesson it could ever teach.

That’s how she would approach anyone who sought her expert opinion on mortality. So she takes great pains to conceal it.

Graham O’Brien had confided in her, telling her of his fears that the cancer he had fought so bravely against might one day return, how he had listened to the Doctors, and now turned his attention to the one he knew best.

She observes him as he airs his grievances, her arms folded, her eyes sharply focused, she stays attentive. Part of her is just lost in how dishy he was, the other half knows what is about to be asked of her, and she is not quite prepared to supply it.

She’s been so used to exploring and adventuring in recent months that she’s somewhat blindsided when someone she cares deeply for asks for her opinion as a healer, and to say the right thing. It had been a long time since she had performed duty of care, but she calmly reckoned something along similar lines was bound to come up. It is something requests in a family, usually with a relative or with a partner. It’s a level of trust that is far deeper and meaningful than just a mate you ride along with.

This is putting life and death in your hands, and asking her to be as brave as he is, she doesn’t know how to quite deal with it just yet, how to let him know how touched she was that he would let her into his life like this, but she lets him know she’s working on how she can best go about it.

All it would take was a minute.

In the most unsubtle way, she relayed her intentions. She would walk up to the console, look at something, and in the span of sixty seconds, work out what she could have said there and then, and that it would be helpful.

In reality, what she was looking for on the console was the TARDIS databank, specifically a document archiving all of the meaningful words she had written on the back of cue cards many years and one incarnation ago.

She had been honest enough to remind Graham how socially awkward she was, how the sort of responses he craved from her could not be fully expressed without sufficient preparation.

That was but a half-truth of course. The second side of the coin was that the twilight hours of all those who dwell within the universe weighed once more on her conscience, and she again took to concealing her frustrations with it whenever someone expressed fear their doomsday clock was ticking.

Graham took her response in stride, permitting himself a hearty chuckle, and letting The Doctor know it had been a worthy bit of chatter even if he had done most of the talking, he understood how deliberate she was being with her distractions. He took her at her word that she would find the right words.

She could take a minute to think it, she could take forever to say it, but he knew just what to make of what she was meaning to say regardless of how long the process would take.

He loved her too.

He was driven to live his best life aboard this ship, and beside her, regardless of how she chooses to deal with potentially losing him.

If his song is to end, he will go on singing

She suggests a trip across time to the others, a fact finding mission to discover the roots of the modern Prometheus. Of Frankenstein.

The family gather at the controls, all of them together, with their own distractions, doubts, anxieties, concerns, all of that took a backseat to discovery and adventure as always.

Fifty nine seconds tick by, a minute passes.

And the determined look the Doctor and Graham give each other is all that needs to be said.

Doctor Who-Spyfall Part One [Fanedit]

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Although I’ve had my fair share of criticism towards series 11, I did enjoy about four or five episodes out of ten, so I gave it more than a fair shot.

Is it perfect? Nope, is it the worst? Nope, just in-between, neither here nor there, half-way up the stairs is the stair where it sits. Neither up nor down, neither in the nursery or in the town

That’s enough Jim Henson analogies.

I went into the New Year knowing the big cliffhanger in advance, unlike some fans, and thus my expectation was tempered. Would I have been blown away by the big reveal had I not known? I believe I would have sussed it out pretty quickly given the actor and alias he was going under wasn’t credited in the Radio Times, I’d have smelt a rat.

Was this episode good, and does it warrant a fanedit? Yes and hell yes, but as you’ll find here I only cut two things, as I enjoyed the full thing for the most part, never finding it dull and eager to see more of everyone. Only real complaints I have are the script needed a bit of a punch-up to sharpen the dialogue, and there wasn’t much of Doc and Graham together as they had to share screentime with Sascha Dawan. Still, there were a few scraps here and there that I used for a few fanfics, all centred on ‘shipping Thirteen and Graham.

So what did I alter?  Come on, what do you think? The “upgrade” line of course. Men and women are equal, not one gender is superior to the other.

And lastly, the cliffhanger now comes directly after The Doctor is transported away and we crash into credits on the shot of the plane hurtling to it’s apparaent doom, taking the companions with it.

You’ll probably see the official release of this on FE.Org sometime in November 2020, but if you can’t wait that long, I have a try-out TX version to hold you over until then

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Doctor Who-The Catch [Fanfiction]

The Catch

 

Graham took a deep intake of breath as he sat down beside Agent O, the evening before had put both of them as well as The Doctor on an apprehensive edge, but they still felt like they could brave whatever was to come, and they trusted the reassuring light of morning more than the distrust and danger of night.

“How’s Yaz?” said O as he handed Graham a cup of tea

“Ryan’s outside with her now, she looked pretty shaken, here’s hoping his company does her some good, but if that don’t work, we’ll have to put a group effort in. That’s what we do you know, we support each other”

“One big happy family” O said under his breath

Graham got the distinct impression that O muttered this with some degree of envious resentment; he wasn’t quite sure where he had gotten it from, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask down the line.

However, in this instance O was quick to ask his own questions.

“How long have you known the Doctor, Graham?”

“Well it’s a tricky question that, see things never really happen in a straight line with the Doc”

Graham sensed O wanted to share more than what he was already telling, he knew things of The Doctor, things he felt he needed to know. A part of him also felt slightly frustrated he hadn’t taken the lead with the inquisition.

“Why? How much do you know about her?”

“A bit,” ha “our paths crossed very briefly once, when she was a man.”

Graham almost choked on his tea.

“When she was a what?” he said aloud

“Has she never mentioned that?”

“Yeah, yeah she did. The night Grace, my wife, died, when we first met her. She claimed she’d been a white-haired Scotsman. I thought it was some wild random joke only she got, but obviously there was more to it”

“You seem surprised” said O.

“I suppose, shouldn’t I be?”

“Well, it IS current year” O elaborated.

“Oh, well, forgive me then, I come from a time where news like this would level anyone of my generation’s upbringing. It’s quite a lot to take in, especially since I…”
He trailed off, almost letting something slip to O that he preferred to keep private.

“..Never mind, not important”

“You got any idea where she’s from?” O asked next.

“Well, we’ve tried to ask, but she just changes the subject, yeah.”

O’s eyes glanced in the direction of a stack of folders and files perched on the top of a shelf.

“I’ve got everything up there, anything you want answered about The Doctor can be found up there, all the Intel I could gather while working at MI6. It can be all yours Graham”

“Isn’t that all confidential? Official secrets act and all that?”

“Come on, I won’t tell” O said.

Graham now sensed that O was pressuring him, almost mischievously, like they were two errant schoolboys who had gotten their hands on the answer to a really tough exam and were daring the other to take a peek at the answers.

“What do you say Graham? Do you want to take a look?”

Graham took another sip, stared at the shelf, teased he’d get up out of the seat, and then stopped to process what he was considering.

Finally, he turned back to O and shook his head.

“I’d rather she tell me, when she’s ready”

“Quite right, you’re a good catch for her Graham”

“Eh? The Doc? I suppose she’s alright” Graham replied, before mentally cursing himself.

He hadn’t responded with something that definitively took issue with what O had suggested, and now he was going to pounce on that to further an already complicated conversation.

“She’s quite the looker”

Graham smiled, but the look on his face told O that pursuits like that just weren’t meant to be.

“Oh I don’t think along those lines, I’m old enough to be as much her granddad as I am Ryan’s’”

“Then you don’t know the stories?”

“She’s got a reputation; we learn something about that every day around her”

“Yes, but if you did read the files I have on her, you’ll find she’s older than she looks, even older than you. Age needn’t be an issue with you two. You’re both the oldest and the wisest of your little group”

“Oh come off it, me and her? Only in a fantasy world”

“Strange, that…does appear to be something you’re both currently qualified for”

“I’m not a well man O; I’ve had my share of scares with the big C”

“Oh I’m sure C was just splendid around you”

“The other ‘C’, cancer” Graham corrected him.

“Oh, but of course, my apologies”

“Yeah, I’m not out of the woods with it either. Me and Doc couldn’t have anything, if we got too attached, she’d end up saying goodbye to me just as soon as she learned how to listen”

The Doctor suddenly burst out of the TARDIS carrying a large jug of liquid.

“Come on you two, everyone outside. Lot’s to catch up on. I made ice tea. Possibly” she said, showing the contents to Graham proudly, before dashing towards the front door, beckoning Graham and O to join her.

“So considerate” O said.

“Ice tea? Grace loved to take that while we were abroad. Haven’t drank it since she passed. How did she know?”

“Maybe she does listen once in a while…perhaps she even made it to impress you, let you know just how lucky she is to have you in her life” O said.

Graham gave him a piercing glance, more perturbed than ever with what he was implying. This was not the kind of conversation he had desired in the morning, nor the kind of feelings he wanted to confront.

“Just saying” he concluded.

“O, not a whiff of this conversation reaches her ears, you got that?”

“Absolutely” he said.

The two got up, ready to head outside, Graham did one last look at the files on the shelf, then turned and joined The Doctor.

O put his right hand on Graham’s shoulder.

“Rest assured Graham, nothing of what I said was meant to make you feel uncomfortable, it’s just…when one comes to understand The Doctor like I do, you tend to see more of what makes her so…satisfying”

“You got something for her yourself? I know my pulse can race, but you’re acting like your own beat is a bit of a beast around her”

“Oh it very much is…it’s like a drumbeat” O said.

Doctor Who-We Are Not Over There [Fanfiction]

We Are Not Over There

Soaring across the skies of the heavy traffic junctions of Kledbal, Blue Transit was caught in a precarious situation. And the passengers hadn’t even tipped its pilot yet.

Colby screamed into the com-link attached to his helmet, desperate to hear a voice on the other end, his hands trembled as he tried to maintain his grip on the ship’s steering wheel.

“Red W, this is Blue Transit, I repeat, this is Blue Transit…its Colby, they’re overwhelming us, I need a clear as path as you light for us”

To maintain vital communication with Red W, there had to be a clear visual, something made impossible by dreary and murky clouds forming in front of him, making it not just difficult to see, but difficult to speed up the acceleration of the ship as he feared he might crash into Red W.

“I thought you said the skies were clear Doc”

“I can’t predict the forecast Graham, I’m not a weather person” said The Doctor.

“Yeah, well it’s a bit murky now, all those drones flying overhead emitting that flaky smoke” Graham pointed out.

“Sorry, are you telling me these conditions are deliberate?” asked Colby in a state of panic.

“Hey, you’ve got a good eye there Graham” The Doctor observed.

“It must be the work of the Kilaters, part of their protests” Colby explained

“Oh protests? Me and Grace did a few of those. All peaceful. Frankly she only went for the free cups of Nescafe they passed out on their tidier breaks” Graham admitted.

“Everything is under control, I assure you, and Red W will light the path” Colby assured his passengers.

“You’ve put a lot of faith in Red W, but how do you think they’re coping right now? They may need someone in front of their path to light their way”

“It’s so much easier where they are, it should be” Colby replied, desperation in his voice, almost needy. He depended on a clearer path.

“Well, we are not over there are we? But I bet you want to be, so own it, and take us high up. Go on”

Colby was hesitant.

“I’ve never broken tradition before”

“That’s what the Kilaters are probably counting on, they want to change the world around them because it’s inflexible, kept in the same corner, don’t just sit in that corner, kick away at it ’till you break down the barriers it forms a part of. Everyone on every world, be it your own or one alien to you, has moments where they refuse to sit well over there and light their own way home, showing everyone how big and brave they were for doing it all by themselves”

Colby pulled up, the gravity of the high altitude pushing his gums back over his teeth, but he preserved and Blue Transit soon rode clear of the fog, flying over Red W and making a beeline for home.

“You’d make a class substitute for Frizzle on the magic school bus someday Doc”

“River rode it, she said it was rubbish” The Doctor replied.

Doctor Who-Lifers [Fanfiction]

Lifers

 

“Come along you lot, this is a special occasion” The Doctor said, beaming as she presented a colourful box to Graham, Yaz and Ryan.

“What’s in the box Doc?” asked Graham as they all gathered around.

The Doctor looked at him with a spirited frown, no intention to scold, but expecting better of him.

“If I told you that, the surprise would be lost now wouldn’t it?”

“This doesn’t come with bubble wrap does it?” said Yaz with a cautious tone.

“Yeah, we won’t want to go through all that again” said Ryan.

“You can trust me fam, you won’t want to miss this” The Doctor assured them.

Yaz, ever the curious, asked what the occasion was.

“Why should the day matter?”

“Usually, we don’t get presents unless it’s an anniversary, or a birthday, or a wedding, or Christmas”

“Or it could be because you’re my lifers” said The Doctor.

“Lifers?” said Graham.

“Lifers, best friends, the ones that stick with you through all your days, short or long”

“Oh I’m sure you’ve met a long list of lifers on your travels Doc, we’re not that special” said Graham.

“You’re the first faces I set my eyes upon in this form, you never forget your firsts, everyone’s equally important to me, and I’ll show you what I mean with this”

The four formed a circle around the box as The Doctor prepared to open it.

“Excited?” she asked.

“Terrified” said Graham; The Doctor nudged his shoulder with her arm.

Wasting no time, The Doctor opened the box. White smoke poured from the contents, and a loud, warm almost emotionally stirring howl could be heard emitting from it.

“It’s essence, pure essence. Say hello to it, it won’t bite”

“Hi there” said Ryan, waving to whatever form he assumed was in the box.

The wisps of white energy flickered and briefly burst into a mesmerising light that almost blinded Ryan.

“What just happened?”

“It absorbed that moment and stored it in its tidy little memory”

“A little? Doc, I can hear about a thousand different voices in my heads, I’m pretty sure it’s coming from there, it’s packing a lot”

“The universe is a big place Graham, more than a billion souls inhabit it, and I’ve only ever explored a fraction of it in this rackety old thing”

The TARDIS let out a slight wheeze from its engines, almost in protest at this.

“Sorry” The Doctor said.

“So this box somehow contains the essence of everyone you’ve ever met, and it now includes Ryan?” guessed Yaz.

“It’s called The Cloud, it was developed on my homeworld, my people had created technology that could allow us to send telepathic messages through time traversing space cubes. One brilliant scientist, a mentor of mine, proposed we upgrade the technique so as to gather the telepathic recordings of people we met on other worlds for research. This was the only one of its’ kind created”

“And it fell into your lap how exactly?” said Ryan, most intrigued.

“My people had a strict rule of non-intervention, so the cloud was bequeathed to me, and I’ve put it to good use with all of my loved ones ever since”

“Well, consider me in this for life” said Yaz, and leaned over to add her voice to the cloud.

“My name’s Yaz and the tea at my place is never cold” she said.

There was another bright flash, Yaz stumbled back, and The Doctor gathered her up in her arms.

“You OK?” she asked.

“Yeah, I feel real good about that, it felt right, like something I needed” Yaz revealed.

Graham looked hesitant; The Doctor grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back over to where the cloud was stationed.

“Oh don’t drag me into this Doc; I wouldn’t know what to say”

“Yaz and Ryan didn’t say much, you’ll be fine, if you want to, you can tell it a story, actually I’d really like that, it can even be a sad story, maybe you’ll feel better when it’s finished, you look like you’re in need of something that can perk you up this winter” The Doctor insisted.

“I’m at the age where I don’t need anything really”

“Oh don’t talk rubbish; everyone needs a bit of the universe in them”

“I’ve got the entire universe I’ll ever need Doc, you, Ryan, Yaz, I don’t have to be part of a bigger club to know where I stand with you”

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known Graham, but you’re thinking a bit too selfishly here. That’s not what the fam’s about. If you’re not going to do it for yourself, then at least do it for me”

“The Doctor’s right Granddad, she wants us to share parts of ourselves with this Cloud so she can be reminded of us when we leave, or pass on”

“She’s got a time machine, she can see us anytime”

“You’re right, I can visit them at any point, but there are paradoxes to consider, there’s a matter of whether or not they recognise me, go too far and it’s almost too late. When I go well beyond my reach in the universe, where all that greets me when I return is a grave yard, I need them to still be around me, sending me reminders of who I was thirteen times over, letting me know it’s ok to still be who I am. I lose that, and I lose all sense of myself. I need my sense of identity, without that I am not a Doctor, I am a Warrior, I am someone who forgets, someone who regrets, and I don’t want to be made of those things. I’m a healer Graham, and maybe not right now, but eventually I’ll be in need of healing myself and I need everyone to help me do it. I need my universe around me Graham, and most of all, I need you”

Graham made eye contact with The Doctor’s startling eyes as they welled up ever so slightly, a look of genuine care and desire in her eyes, he realised how much this cloud meant to her, and what he could provide for it and her.

“A friend of mine I knew from work, a bit of a lifer to me actually, told me this morning he couldn’t get his car started today, he’s calling to get it towed over to the work shop in a couple of hours and that they’ll work on it tomorrow. Trouble is, he’s always telling me tomorrow never comes with these mechanics, the car’ll sit in there unattended to while they got on with work on motors whose owners all pay better for their services. It’s a real disgrace. I told him yesterday’s full of mistakes but tomorrow is the future, and it’s always better to look towards that than what you said then, because before you know it, tomorrow is today, and today’s the day.”

The Cloud flashed brightly yet again, Graham threw his hands over his face as his eyes reacted harshly to the burst of energy, he reeled back only for The Doctor to catch him by the back and hoist him back up, giving him a tight hug in the process.

“That’s more like it” The Doctor said

“You were right Doc, that did perk me up”

“I knew something was on your mind, you’re always thinking of others, that story of yours will go a long way towards reminding future me of what matters in a life that goes between today and tomorrow, whichever it is, today will always be the day”

She gave Graham a quick kiss on the cheek.

“And you lifer, as always, have made my day”