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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-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: Trial of a Time Lord-Alternative Part Thirteen [Fanedit]

Alternate Part Fourteen

 

I know I posted an “alternative part fourteen” to Trial of a Time Lord earlier in the month on here (since deleted), but I wasn’t satisfied at all with how it turned out so it’s back in the workshop. In the meantime, here’s an alternative part thirteen, with all references to Peri surviving removed, as well as the revelation the Valeyard is a manifestation of the Doctor’s darker side…now he’s simply a future incarnation of The Doctor

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Doctor Who-I Can Feel It [Fanfiction]

coming

 

The TARDIS’ radiant emerald yellow light diminished and the central column gently came to a halt, the whole of the interior almost drowning in pitch blackness were not for a vibrant blue light.

The Doctor’s back came very close to leaning against one of the columns, her head was titled back, and her right hand was clenched, as if she were trying to draw enough strength to physically attack an unknown force that was driving her to an intense discomfort.

As a child, she had ran away from the untempered schism, as an elder with the temperament of a child, he had stolen away a ship and took his granddaughter to the stars. She was fearless in that instant.

When the time came to let her grandchild go, she had no fear there either

In thwarting the terrors of Mondas, she had faced the first of many deaths with just as much bravery.

This was an altogether different feeling.

This was a different kind of fear, a fear that rivalled the one forged in the caverns of Metabelis III.

A fear she wasn’t sure she could conquer.

Her face was a complicated jigsaw, changing expression to match the unease in which the anxiety had swept over her.

She felt an ache in the pit of her stomach, she felt a tremble in her hand, sensations of pain that only drove her to distraction, and set her on course for confusion.

There was anger and resentment towards this feeling, there needed to be a counter emotion, a strong show of force, an urge to resist and reject that fear, but it was proving a trying task.

Yaz couldn’t know, Ryan couldn’t know, she needed to hold it together for them, and for one other in particular.

That significant other soon walked into the room, whistling a few Broadway show tunes to himself.

“Hey Doc, what’s with the lights being out in here? We’re almost ready for supper…good on Ryan for paying, I’m skint. We could do with a few egg and ham sarnies from Greggs’, something to chew on while on the go, y’know?”

The Doctor didn’t dare turn around; she didn’t want to subject him to her pain when he was in such jubilant spirits.

But he could sense the disquiet in her soul, and he gently perched himself down where she sat and, seeing that she was now trembling, leaned over and placed a hand over her shoulder.

“What’s the matter Doc?”

The Doctor gently slid over to her side, leaning her head gently on Graham’s shoulder.

“Something’s coming for me…I can feel it” she whispered to him.

The two lay there, precious minutes ticking by, minutes that could be spent reassuring Yaz and Ryan that things were OK and they could go out for sandwiches.

The Doctor’s fears hadn’t left her, but she knew the courageous man providing her warmth in the uninviting darkness, both inner and outer, would never leave her either.

She could feel it.

Doctor Who: Day of the Doctor [Extended Renegade Cut]

 

Day of the Doctor Extended Renegade Cut

This cut makes use of superfans Youtubers Oliver Comet and Confession Dial to prove you with the most unique cut of Day of the Doctor perhaps ever assembled. Classic Doctors, the near-entirety of Night of the Doctor, a clearer and more concise transition from War to Nine, it’s all here for you on this, the 56th anniversary of our favourite tv programme, so get in.

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Doctor Who: School Reunion [Fanedit]

School Reunion

 

This weekend provided a spot of closure for several things. Not only did Ash Ketchum win a Pokemon league, Licence to Kill finally had a fanedit approved on FE.org after several attempts from  editors (congratulations to Problem Eliminator for succesfully implementing his vision), and Whoflix, arguably the most tireless Doctor Who video editor of this current, prior, and maybe future generation, released the last of his New and Classic Who edits…and how appropriate a choice.

School Reunion is the perfect marriage of Classic and New Who, paving the way for the future mega-hit that was the Sarah Jane Adventures, and giving us emotional closure between The Doctor and the best of his companions (besides Ace) intrepid journalist Sarah Jane Smith.

Count me among the hopeless romantics who don’t feel the show loses a step if The Doctor gets involved romantically with a companion….provided it’s done right…which, frankly, it seldom ever is. It only works in retrospect, and many a time, it works with companions that the writers aren’t forcing into a relationship with the time lord. Donna, Jo, Sarah Jane, they’re remembered fondly in this way because they earned their closeness with The Doctor, because they either complimented him or took him to task, meaning well and looking out for him in the process. These companions were there for him as friends and equals first, and that’s what drew us to them, and it’s also what drew The Doctor to them in the end also.

So when Ten said goodbye to Sarah, I refused to accept he was putting him behind her, and the ongoing saga at the time vindicated that belief as they would meet several more time, with each instance we gained a little more insight into Sarah’s thoughts and feelings towards the man as she built a life without him. In my headcanon, long past the unfortunate end of SJA, a very much alive Sarah is visited upon one more time by The Doctor, revisiting the face of his tenth or seventh incarnation, and they elope, ultimately concieving the young lady we see recruiting Kate Winslet and the lady off Ever Decreasing Circus against Nazi Eldritch and supercomputer Behemoth in Dark Season

Oh, wait, you’ve never heard of that? Google it, it can also be found on Youtube. If you still haven’t seen it, you haven’t been born yet.

I decided after viewing Whoflix’s edit of School Reunion, I would do one myself, one that is more or less the same story, but with a different opening and ending attached. Trimming it down to 35 minutes, we start the pre-titles with Sarah meeting The Doctor in the staff room, and the titles kick in after the scene where we first see the children hard at work on their computers putting together the Krillitane code.

From there, it’s the same story right up until Sarah visits the TARDIS, The Doctor asks if she likes to come…and in what makes the edit even more different is Sarah doesn’t say no, and if she was going to, she doesn’t get the chance as Mickey interupts to ask if he can come with them. We cut around Mickey’s line of dialogue to avoid him saying “..And not with you”, and the episode ends with Ten agreeing to take Mickey the idiots on board..possibly with Sarah Jane too…it’s left ambiguous

Oh, and because we don’t end on the goodbye or the emotional embrace, that means there’s no pointless rebuilding of K9 to undermine his sacrifice towards the end…and people say Moffat had a liplock on that sort of thing. Pfft.

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Doctor Who-Dark Water [Fanedit]

Dark WaterNot exactly the edit you’re expecting.

This isn’t a Dark Water/Death In Heaven combo, frankly I find Death In Heave rather droll as a concluding half, it’s not exactly a resoundingly upbeat climax either.#

With Clara and Doc giving in to their lies, Missy killing Osgood, and the Brig being given the ol’ ‘Telos Special’, if Kate had died maybe it would a wee bit more memorably bleak but overall it’s a dud and we at Zaredit would much rather fix it’s first part…that, or the very least muck about with it as much as possible without care or consideration for the second half.

To this end, I went nuts, reducing the episode to a mere 35 minutes in length. I took out Clara’s baffling attempts at treachery to force The Doctor to do her bidding, now she phones him, gets emotional, and Doc wilfully springs into action. We’re off to the races, and to 3W, very much immediately. Next cut was Doctor Chang’s attempts at grovelling for his life, now Missy kills him as soon as she admits identifying herself as a service droid was a lie.

And lastly, let’s toss out the very notion Missy is The Master and maintain her mystery. I always liked Moffat’s depiction of her as Guardian of the Nether-sphere, say what some will about Chibnall’s era of Doctor Who, but he stuck to crafting new threats to plauge The Doctor…were they well realized? In this editor’s opinion, no, not all of them, but I appreciate the effort. If only Moffat had been brave enough to do the same with Missy, making her a unique and fresh foe for The Doctor, someone he had platonic or romantic connections with in the past, but could be virtually any kind of shape-shifting character besides just a time lady

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