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Doctor Who-Can You Hear Me? Excerpt [Script Fanedit]

 

INT. TARDIS – DAY

 

GRAHAM O’BRIEN

— I worry.

(Beat)

About getting sick again. About the cancer recurring.

(Beat)

I don’t know who to say that to. So I thought I’d said it to you.

(Beat)

Seeing as you’re a Doctor. (Beat)

Once you have it, it’s with you all the time. Not quite a shadow.

I mean, my check-ups are all fine. But it made me think.

(Beat)

I thought I should talk about it. Cos, those nightmares, made me realise, that fear’s still there..

The Doctor nods. Beat. She walks towards Graham-she reaches for both his hands and places them in her own-she smiles

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THE DOCTOR

I should say a reassuring thing now, shouldn’t I? About life, maybe just a little about death. Does life sound like just the thing for you?

GRAHAM O’BRIEN

Yeah. Probably.

THE DOCTOR

Thought so

 (Beat)

They say the fear of the unknown is a lot worse than when it actually arrives-when it does-no, if it does-you won’t give in to it, you’ll stare it dead in the eye, the face of death itself, and you’ll say ‘you come and find me, and you drag me away, but I won’t contribute’-because you’re strong Graham, the strongest man I know, I meant every word of that-the fear is there, but here you are too. Standing still while the tide threatens to wash over you, refusing to be pulled in. Promise me you never will.

GRAHAM O’BRIEN

I can try Doc

(Beat)

The Doctor leans forward and gives Graham a soft kiss on the cheek

THE DOCTOR

       Glad you heard me

GRAHAM O’BRIEN

OK

(she moves away)

(whisper)

I love you too Doc

 

Also added a couple of extra moments of dialogue, have fun looking out for them

 

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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 Good Place [Fanfiction]

The Good Place

She once contemplated whether or not she was a good man.

Her pal at the time told her she didn’t know.

After a while, upon given an army tailored for destruction as a birthday present, she declared she was not one. She was an idiot.

Maybe this is what this was.

The mark of Idiocy.

She and Graham had discovered The Herald, a powerful alien entity in The Doctor’s image, a creature they had encountered before in Bohemia during the 17th Century. It had escaped the Catastrophea, a dimension of perpetual disorder, The Doctor and her friends had sent it back.

Now, trapped in a logic cube with Berraka Dogbolter, they found the Herald being tortured. Its screams would scar any normal being.

The Doctor wouldn’t stand for it. She couldn’t.

Were The Doctor’s attempts to cut through the noise to settle The Herald courage on display? Or bull-headed stubbornness? A willing defiance and denial of danger to always ensure the right deed was done?

Graham had warned her, he asked if she was being wise, reminding her the last time they met her, she almost swallowed the planet whole.

The Doctor’s response was quick and all too overconfident. The rationale was simple, if they could overcome the danger once, they could do so again.

She could not stand to see someone tortured, even a former enemy.

She should have been wiser than this, now was no time to play the fool.

Someone had told her that once before, in her fifth incarnation, after too many people had died that day.

But that’s who she chose to be, that’s what she was defining herself as, a foolhardy go lucky, confident woman who relied too much on her own wisdom.

She reached out to the tortured Herald calmly; it identified her as “little mirror”, a commentary on its connection to The Doctor, as the real deal assured it she could ease its pain.

And then that pain opted to share itself with her.

The Herald’s mind opened to her, pouring into her like blood from an open wound, a transfusion of memories, faces, friends and rivals of old. River, Sarah Jane, Ian, Barbara, Susan, Jaime, Missy.

Regrets and romance, feelings and ferocity, every emotion the Doctor tried to let sleep in her mind had awoken.

She realised to her horror that the Herald was not just a creature that had patterned itself on her body to use as a template, it had absorbed everything that made her who she was. Mind, body, and possible soul.

The Herald was her.

Graham was right, she had not been a wise one this day. And now the truth frightened her. It chilled her to the bone.

In her state of vulnerability, her mind cast back to earlier, to how they had found the Herald in the first place, to the man whose very instincts picked up on the Herald’s cries for help and who had led the expedition down the tunnels to the torture chamber that contained her.

That man was her beloved Graham O’Brien.

Even when it wasn’t exactly her, he could distinctly hear the echo in her image, it’s cries, and he could lock on to it and find his way to it.

He could always find his way to her.

In an attempt to do good, she had overlooked the negative traits she had within herself, traits that compelled to splinter the Herald, she saw what a fool she had been to try and tame herself.

But Graham? Graham could ease her pain, a part of her contemplated having him ease the Herald, but she dared not risk exposing him to such turmoil.

As she explained what the Herald was to him, the vulnerability overtook her, and she held on to him, gripped him tightly, her warm delicate features grazing against his own, her arms wrapped tenderly around him, she felt safe. Terrified and sad, but content where she was.

For as long as she held him, she was in a wise place, a good place.

And in his grasp, she needn’t fear any future.

 

Doctor Who-The Woman Who Fell To Earth [Fanedit]

Woman Who Fell To Earth

SCENE 13, TAKE TWO

I first attempted this as a fanedit back in October 2018 with a TV rip, now that I have the official DVDs, the real fun can begin. Revisiting edits means you get the chance to sort out your editing choices and perhaps consider reinstating things you cut from the previous version.

-I’ve worked out how to omit all scenes with Grace fastening herself to the equipment while retaining Tim Shaw activating the DNA bombs, all that was required is a short quick cut omitting the reaction shots from the cast.

-I’ve decided to include Ryan’s youtube blog from the beginning of the episode, only now it’s been repurposed, it occurs after Tim Shaw teleports away, and Ryan’s bike ride is now observed by The Doctor.

-Episode does not end on the original cliffhanger (saving their predicament there for the pre-sting sequence of Ghost Monument), instead it ends just as The Doctor asks if Yazmin and Ryan can help her with locating the TARDIS.

Rebuilds of Ghost Monument and Rosa, and possibly one other, coming soon.

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Doctor Who-Resolution [FANEDIT]

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The 2019 season of Doctor Who has been and gone, with fans being served only one appetiser all year in the shape of New Year’s Day special “Resolution”. From now ’till 2020, the fans will have to make do with either Big Finish or entertainment by their own means..and that in itself is truly the most exciting prospect of all. Fan Films, Fan Fiction, and Fan Edits await to quench our thirst. It certainly won’t be a dry year.

So to see us into the new year, I’ve cobbled together my first Jodie era DW edit for many weeks “Resolution” was a fine episode with only a few patchy moments, all of which have been glossed over here.

Gone is the opening explaining the Dalek being cut into three and scattered across various locations…a lot of how the Dalek gathers it’s pieces back together is also explained by the Doctor in the TARDIS when she first detects the danger shortly after she and her friends have a gander at the cosmic fireworks.

I’ve also arranged it so  U.N.I.T and it’s indefinite suspension isn’t mentioned at all.

Also out is the extra ending where the Dalek forces the Doctor to take it into the TARDIS. Here, we just resolve the situation with the Microwave saving the day. Also cut is the police officer who comes out to the Dalek. This is mainly to appease the crowd who are greatly angered with the “Bury your Gays” tv trope.

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Doctor Who-I Love Biscuits [Fanfiction]

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DOCTOR WHO:

I LOVE BISCUITS

(Contains spoilers for 11×06 “Demons of the Punjab”)

The Doctor checked the systems of the TARDIS again, perplexed by the latest problem.

Her biscuit dispenser was broken.

She turned and twisted the knobs, switched some levers around, and pressed her foot down hard on the pedals, but she couldn’t produce one solitary custard cream.

She took out a sturdy wrench from a kit bag and took the apparatus apart, the first time she’d even tried to manually tamper with the dispenser since the TARDIS unveiled it to her upon rediscovering her ship.

She was sure the sexy thing wouldn’t approve much, she never liked to be mended, she rebelled at every instance of tampering, she’d sometimes land on the wrong planet or travel to an even farther off galaxy just to spite whoever thought perfection needed perfecting.

The Doctor wasn’t about to let the ship make her mind up for her, she was famished after that harrowing experience in India, she’d even put in a request for something to nibble when she was there setting up her apparatus.

The TARDIS let out a hefty wheeze and a groan as The Doctor took the dispenser apart piece by piece, turned the components around, and tried rearranging them in a different way.

With the new configuration complete, The Doctor operated the console once again and waited for the results.

She seemed to have made progress, only the biscuits were now coming out in crumbs, they were reduced practically to whole-wheat sawdust.

Graham wandered into the TARDIS carrying a large tin jar.

“Hey there Doc, thought I’d come and see ya” Graham said as he greeted her.

“Oh don’t bother me now Graham, I’ve got a hankering for a hob knob” she said, kicking the console in frustration.

“Well then you’re in luck, you know how you said you loved biscuit? I thought I’d give you a crack at my selection tin here” he said.

The Doctor swiftly turned around and feverishly opened the lid, revealing handfuls of chocolate biscuits.

“May time stand still, are those white chocolate?” she asked.

Graham nodded enthusiastically.

The Doctor plunged her hand into the biscuit tin and tore a portion of the biscuit off in her mouth.

“Can’t get enough of white chocolate digestives, rarest of the rare, they’re like edible stardust to me” she said.

“See, I do listen, now never ask me to pick up chicken poo again” Graham joked, placing his own hand into the tin just as The Doctor did. By chance, their hands graced the exact same biscuit and they found themselves staring with warm and wise eyes as they each considered handing the biscuit to the other.

“I think it’d be best if we parted ways on this one” said Graham.

The Doctor nodded as her cheeks glowed red.

“Yeah, divide and conquers the motto we’ll use here” she said, a blossoming smile etched on her face.

“Between you and me, this may be the one time in my life I’m glad things fall to pieces”

With a little bit of a pull, the two split the biscuit in half and place each of the portion they held in their hands into the mouth of the other.