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Doctor Who: The Rhythm [Fanfiction]

An alternate take on The Doctor’s confrontation with Tecteun in ‘Survivors of the Flux’

“What The Master told me, is it true?” The Doctor demanded of the great experimenter Tecteun, she who she knew as her adoptive mother who founded the basis for much of time lord society.

Tectuan would comply with the demand with a simple and single word.

“Yes”

The Doctor glanced over at a glass case; she could feel a billion tiny voices intrude on her mind as she took a glimpse at its contents, a Gallifreyan fob watch, a chameleon arch she had used to shield herself from the family of blood, and the one her Fugitive incarnation had made use of to hide from the Judoon.

“Inside that watch contains every memory, every incarnation, from your very beginnings, to your second, third, and a thousand childhoods” Tectuan elaborated.

“All I have to do is open it, and it’s all revealed to me…who I am, what I am, what I have been before all this”

“You were always a meddler Doctor, except you meddled for us”

“Do you know my real name? Or was it always ‘Doctor?’ even then?” The Doctor asked.

“It was your universal reputation. We were Time Lords then, all that awaited us beyond the pull of the vortex revealed to us the gossip of the galaxies, the word for ‘healer’ and ‘wise man’, spoken across a thousand languages across a thousand generations. Words of your deeds reached us before you even acted them out. You, in deed, led us to christen you ‘Doctor'”

“But who was I before? What was my name before? Mum, what did you call me?”

Tecteun scoffed.

“Why would you entertain such sentimental nonsense?”

“Because you’re not all bad, you were there, at the house of Naismith, on the day Rassilon brought forth the end of time. I had taken up arms, I was prepared to shoot him dead where he stood, a last valiant stand, an unruly student facing down his teachers and masters for what could have been the last time, the four knocks were coming, I had little left to lose. And then I saw you…who stood as a Weeping Angel of old would stand now, your hands parted so I could see your face, and you know what I saw? I saw love. There was no conflict of interest, for an instant of life, there was no ‘division’ between us, you looked upon me with care and affection, you were heartbroken, you feared for me, your eyes penetrated into my soul and compelled it to shatter the link, not either one of our two hearts”

“Do you still believe in that? Love?” Tecteun asked.

“Love is what awaits me on the Earth. The love of my friends, one in particular, one I miss every waking second. For her, the hours and years are nothing, she lives for that moment she’ll see me again. That’s what everyone on planet Earth does, what people do all across the universe. They don’t concern themselves with space or time, they’re never in flux, they’re always in the moment and of the moment, and from those moments they are defined”

Tecteun wasn’t impressed with The Doctor’s theatrics.

“That person you knew, the one who stood up to Rassilon, was several lifetimes ago, I was punished for daring to speak out. That’s all bravery rewards you with. A moment of shame that stands for eternity. This universe is not deserving of my defiance, nor your love. It deserves to perish, and the flux shall bring that end forward. Mourn for this old reality Doctor, and embrace the new”

The Doctor stared back at the fob watch, the rhythm of a thousand timeless voices growing louder, and much clearer.

She permitted herself a small tiny burst of temporary relief.

The voices were at least that, at no point did they resemble the rhythm of four.

The rhythm of a drum beat.

Doctor Who: Under A Sky Brimming With Ashes [Fanfiction]

Just thought I’d pop one out here after reading a Radio Times article on where Dawan’s Master fits in the chronology. The first words spoken by The Doctor come from the annual, and I figured it’d make for a good self-prompt, so having not read the annual, I challenged myself to finish the conversation

https://www.radiotimes.com/news/tv/2020-09-17/doctor-who-master-missy/

Under a charred orange sky brimming with ashes, The Doctor stood in the ruins of Gallifrey, The Doctor asked her old friend and many-a-time foe of the last time they understood one another.

“You looked quite different the last time I saw you, I quite liked you as Missy. At least she wanted to change, to be a better person.”

“She spent too long in your company, Doctor,” The Master, architect of the last great destruction of Gallifrey, replied, “A mistake I don’t intend to repeat.”

“Why? Because it may calm all the rage?”

“Maybe. Not telling you”

Frustrated, The Doctor’s thoughts swiftly turned elsewhere, she looked out into the distance, she could see something faint in the distance just beyond the perimeters of the capital. She smiled. There was always hope to be had, provided you use your eyes.

“My place?” she asked.

The Master chortled.

“You never knew your place”

“Is that supposed to have a double-meaning now I’ve had an upgrade?” asked The Doctor

The Master didn’t respond, he looked back at the shattered dome of the great Gallifreyan citadel, attempting to place upon his face a mask of proud accomplishment.

“Come on, my place. You left it standing”

“How thoughtful of me”

“Yeah, well, probably the only clear thought that came into your head when acting out this deed”

She offered her hand to The Master, he hesitated.

“What makes you think your place is where I need to be? Even after seeing all this around you?”

“Do you remember Harold Saxon? Do you remember the year that never was? Where you plagued humanity with a brutal, quasi-omnipotent rule? Do you remember what I said? Could you bear it at the time? Can you bear it now? What did I say? What did I do?”

“You forgave me” The Master whispered, holding back a faint tear.

“And then you held me”

He looked back at The Doctor, her eyes matching his in urgency, in sincerity. Here, there was no such thing as malice, or hatred, or even the blight of disappointment, here there was only concern, there was a yearning to understand.

This was love

“Let me hold you. Again, just once, one more time, there is a rage inside of you and I don’t know if I can stop it this time, but if there’s any part of you that enjoyed my company as Missy, that relished the very notion of redemption, and if you have any secrets that need sharing, then for my sake, for your sake, don’t hide it behind a campaign against the universe, embrace it in a quiet, private place in the universe. Share it with me, without a cross word before, not a cross word after, without any hesitation. Whatever it is, I forgive you. Always”

“It’ll hurt, trust me, it is going to hurt” The Master warned.

“Whatever hurts me can sting only once, from there we’ll heal. Together”

The Master reached out and gripped her hand tight.

Together they headed over to an old, well worn hut.

There they made everything better.

There, by some miracle or another only their bond could achieve, they calmed all the rage.

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