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Doctor Who-This Is Ours [Fan Manga]

Something a bit different. Our specially commissioned Doctor Who Valentines Day special!

As a means of ‘testing’ to see if I could write a self contained one-page comic, I put this together where The Thirteenth Doctor takes Graham to CAL in a dream shortly before she regenerates and tells him this is where he’ll end up when he dies, then drops a pregnancy bombshell on him.

I know the more popular pairing is Thasmin, but I’ve had a history of writing ‘Thraham’ fanfics for over three years now and darn it I’m not giving the habit up ’till Jodie’s day in the spotlight is over

Congratulations to Jodie on her second child!

Doctor Who: I Shall Use My Time [Fanfiction]

The Executioner stared down The Doctor and her companions, its weapon trained, and its aim precise.

“Shouldn’t we make a run for it?” Dan muttered.

“The slightest move will set it off” Yaz whispered back.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna shoot anyway” Dan replied.

“Not like this” The Doctor quietly spoke, as the full weight of her situation weighed heavily on her. She had led all she cared about to their deaths.

The blast was intense, their insides burned, they slumped to the floor, dead to the world and universe.

And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.

The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.

“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.

They made their way across the ELF department store, going through a routine all too familiar, and yet it ought to be entirely new.

And in many ways, it was. They did not find a body where they were last time, they headed out to the lobby and stumbled onto the Dalek, it trained its weapon on them once more.

“Shouldn’t we make a run for it?” Dan muttered.

“The slightest move will set it off” Yaz whispered back.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna shoot anyway” Dan replied.

“Not like this” The Doctor quietly spoke, as the full weight of her situation weighed heavily on her. She had led all she cared about to their deaths.

Thoughts of things left unsaid came to the Doctor’s mind more readily, she turned to Dan.

“Dan, I’m sorry I led you all here”

“You know what I think Doctor?” Dan asked, before all three of them were again cut down by the radiant blasts of lethal energy coming from the Dalek

And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.

The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.

“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.

They made their way across the ELF department store, going through a routine all too familiar, and yet it ought to be entirely new.

They headed out to the lobby and stumbled onto the Dalek, it trained its weapon on them.

“Shouldn’t we make a run for it?” Dan muttered.

“The slightest move will set it off” Yaz whispered back.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna shoot anyway” Dan replied.

“Not like this” The Doctor quietly spoke, as the full weight of her situation weighed heavily on her. She had led all she cared about to their deaths.

Thoughts of things left unsaid came to the Doctor’s mind more readily, she turned to Dan.

“Dan, I’m sorry I led you here, to your death”

“You know what I think Doctor?” Dan asked.

“Lucky you, you have time to think” said The Doctor.

“I’m not the one you should apologize to” replied Dan.

“What do you mean?” The Doctor asked, most curious.

“I’m saying there’s someone you need to talk to more than me” Dan responded.

The blast enveloped them, once more; they fell to the floor dead.

And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.

The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.

“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.

The Doctor wasn’t going to wait around for the precise moment to ask Dan what he meant on the next loop.

“Alright then, who?” she said as they found themselves outside of the TARDIS on the basement level of the ELF department store once more, alive and whole.

“Who, what?”

“In a couple of minutes, we’re all going upstairs to die, I led you into a Dalek trap, I should have left you where you were, can’t tell what I was thinking dragging you into adventures with us, I never even walked you to your bedroom the first time you got in”

“Why would you need to walk me to my bedroom?”

“‘Cause you’re useless at scouting locations, could tell from the last four years we spent in the past. I had to always find the best place to prop up the tents in the Everglades, or don’t you remember that far back?” Yaz snarked.

“Yaz, enough” The Doctor ordered. Yaz folded her arms and turned her head away.

“Here, don’t shut her down like that, it’s her life you’ve put in jeopardy too, you should be apologizing to the pair of us”

The Doctor swiftly realised something.

“Right, well, let’s nip on upstairs and we’ll start again from the top” she suggested.

“You want us to get killed just so you can restart this conversation?” Yaz asked, more than a bit perturbed.

“You can count me out” said Dan.

“Me too” Yaz replied.

“Alright, suit yourself” The Doctor replied, and rushed up the stairs in a huff.

Dan and Yaz waited patiently, their ears holding out for signs of a struggle, a cry, something to indicate this time would ultimately pass them by.

“Here, you ever told her?” said Dan.

“Tell her what?” asked an annoyed Yaz.

“How you really feel? I mean, next time would be best, assuming we’re in some sort of loop. You could have a thousand chances to come out in the open”

Yaz held back some tears as the worry overtook her; she had let one small tiff with her friend potentially doom her to death alone. What if the loop didn’t reset?

“I better go after her” Yaz replied.

“Give it a thought will ya?” Dan advised, Yaz nodded and ran upstairs.

Dan waited a couple of more minutes, thinking aloud to himself.

“Why would she want to know where my bedroom is?” he asked.

Finally, he put his best foot forward and stormed upstairs after his friends, only to find cold corpses waiting for him at the lobby, the Dalek staring him down.

“At least they died together” he said, before swiftly following them in death.

And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.

The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.

“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.

The Doctor wasn’t going to wait around for the precise moment to ask Dan what he meant on the next loop.

“Alright then, who?” she said as they found themselves outside of the TARDIS on the basement level of the ELF department store once more, alive and whole.

“Who, what?”

“In a couple of minutes, we’re all going upstairs only to die in the lobby, I led you into a Dalek trap, Yaz, I’m sorry, I led both you and Dan into this mess and that’s all on me, Dam I can’t tell what I was thinking dragging you into adventures with us”

“Here, why would you want to walk me to my bedroom? I can find my own way, a simple point to the right or left; north or south will do me just fine”

“Doctor, I need to tell you something, you need to hear this” Yaz revealed, her voice almost pleading her to listen.

“Will it get us out of our predicament?” The Doctor asked.

“Just know you’ll never be alone if it doesn’t”

The Doctor nodded.

“Alright, what is it?” she asked.

Yaz looked over at Dan, Dan nodded right back. It was time to confess.

“You really fancy Dan don’t you?”

“Oh for heaven’s sake Yaz” said Dan.

“What? I only met him a week ago” The Doctor replied.

“Yeah, but you crushed on him major hard after he vanquished the vanquishers while you were stuck in the Crimea, he talked about the look in your eye all the time when you fetched him”

“Look, will you not put me in your place right now?” Dan begged.

“Your place? What does he mean Yaz?”

“INTRUDERS DETECTED” bellowed the Dalek from above.

“Ok, that’s new” said Dan

“If we don’t get a move on, it’s gonna come directly to us, we’ll be leading it straight to the TARDIS” The Doctor warned.

“Here, the ship’s not looking too rosy” said Dan, pointing to the TARDIS.

“Oh no, no this isn’t good, it’s going through a ray phase shift, time is disseminating all around it, and eventually, us. It means when it explodes, and this time loop is still in effect, we’ll lose all cognitive recollection of events from the last few loops”

“But the loops will continue right?” Yaz said.

“Yes, but-we’ll be reset, like nothing we say or do will have any bearing on the next few times we loop, it’ll be a whole different experience”

“So this is going to feel like we’re wasting time?” said Yaz.

“You need to use that time Yaz” said Dan.

Yaz looked into his eyes and made note of their sincerity, he wanted her to function.

For the function of human beings, be it man, or woman, or anyone in between, is to live, and not to prolong.

The three of them travelled upstairs to meet the Dalek head on.

“Doctor, you’ve never led us anywhere astray, we’re always where we’re supposed to be, at your side, in love with all the sights and sounds, in love with the universe-in love with you” Yaz continued, wrapping her arm tightly around The Doctor.

Dan calmly poked around The Doctor’s waist and gave her a tickle.

The Doctor reacted to both gestures with joy, warmth and laughter. She may not remember these moments for very long, but it was a sense of resurgence, of fresh stars.

Of a new fam.

The Dalek loomed over them.

“Yaz, Yaz, I can’t let go, something’s missing” The Doctor replied.

“Doctor, we might not have another chance after this” Yaz said.

“I’ll take a chance on that final chance”

“Then wherever this takes us, it takes us together” Yaz assured her, and kissed her delicately on the forehead. Dan wrapped both his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her head.

“Dalek do your worst, our resistance is useless” The Doctor instructed.

“CORRECT” The Dalek responded. And fired upon them.

And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.

The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.

“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.

“Doctor, I love you” Yaz replied, making full use at last of what little time remained.

The Doctor wasn’t going to wait around. She grabbed Yasmin Khan by the hand, gave her a twirl, hoisted her high in the air, lowered her back down, and kissed her passionately on the lips.

“And I you Yasmin” she said.

Dan looked sheepishly on, giving Yaz a confidant thumbs up.

“I’ll just nip on over here, leave you two ladies to have a wild night, whatever’s left of it” he said.

“Here, not so fast Mr. Matchmaker, I’ve got one or two home truths to give you too” The Doctor said.

“Oh really?” Dan asked.

“One, I really do fancy the kittens off you” she said, “And two, I really should have done this with Donna Noble”

She lunged at Dan and pushed her lips onto his mouth, slamming him into the back of a concrete pillar, gyrating her hips on top of his, her eyes were tightly shut, imagining an enactment of every sensual act she had ever studied in Amsterdam, her nose scrunched up against his own, he could barely breath from the release he felt as she pulled back from their embrace.

“Looks like the TARDIS is ready to burst” Yaz replied.

“It’s not the only one” The Doctor said, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

“I don’t think I’m going to forget this in a hurry” Dan admitted.

“Depends on the loop, it could be now, it could be never” The Doctor assured him.

“If we get another go-around, you want to maybe try some of those tricks on me?”

“Sure, Dan’ll get a thrill out of that won’t you? Maybe I’ll change my routine, maybe I’ll teach Yaz a few of that and watch her try it on you”

“Can you get a move on mate?” Dan asked of the TARDIS as the dissemination began to take hold.

“Wherever this takes us, it’ll be quite the ride, I just hope I’m ready to face it all, and face myself” wished Yaz.

“You’ll manage Ms. Khan, so long as you’re able to face yourself” The Doctor replied, giving her another precious kiss.

“To a new year, and a new you. The real you”

The TARDIS erupted in a blaze of crimson fire, time folded, and just as swiftly snapped back in place, a new loop commenced, with all retaining no memory, not an inkling of what came before. All that was left was the mission to come.

And maybe after it was done, they could all go to the beach.

Where was the beach anyway?

Doctor Who: Now Nor Never [Fanfiction]


Why is now never the right time? Time seeks to find just what makes her former champion feel (alternative take on The Doctor’s conversation on Atoropos), Flux finale spoilers.

It was just the two of them now.

A lord, or mistress, of time, and time itself.

Azure and Swarm had been swept away, as if they were confetti.

All too simple a despatch, The Doctor had hoped for something more. Something grander, but maybe this was all there was to time. Death so instant it barely registers.

“Is this it then? My reckoning?” The Doctor asked.

“You’ve been in this predicament before Doctor, you know what comes next” Time replied.

“I’ve never wished to go. Ever”

“But you must, it is the way of all things. Life begins, life thrives, life ends”

The Doctor stood defiant.

“Life begins anew, every time”

Time was particularly triggered by this. Insulted even.

“I am all time, and I say no…It doesn’t. I cut it short, or I can let it linger. Even from here, trapped in this place, I reach out to test the fates of many. I am the fire in which you all burn”

“What happened to you?” The Doctor asked, “I don’t remember much of who I used to be, but in the days before the time war I was very much in your favour. Time’s champion, that’s what you called me. I did everything for you, I manipulated my friends, my loved ones, my family, I broke so many hearts to make sure all the ones in the universe kept beating for as long as you deemed fit”

“Time grows weary, time grows impatient, and time grows thin. Time must flow, it must run free, and it must let this age old universe know that time is almost up”

The Doctor came to a swift, and horrifying, realization.

“You want to die? Time wants to run out on itself, extinguish itself”

“Rassilon had the right idea, cause and effect, it leads to too much hurt, and pain, and war. To be free of all matter, and leave nothing but the soul to linger, to explore the limitless living imagination, where nobody need perish, or flux, or wither, nor change their state, is ever so more blissful”

“Life cannot remain encased in ember, we need to grow, to change” The Doctor insisted.

“And what of you Doctor? You have it all now. The memories you were denied, open that watch you carry and they are yours to have again. But you aren’t going to do that are you? You were my champion, and yet you cannot champion yourself”

“Whoever I was may change who I am now” The Doctor replied, Time felt even more confounded and insulted by this, the ire in her temper rose.

“You were told, in the recesses of the very Matrix, by a projection of a fugitive incarnation, that you had never been defined by who you were before. You agreed then, why not now? Why is now never the right time?”

The Doctor was hesitant to answer; Time caught on to exactly why, and laughed.

“It’s not for you is it? You don’t want to change because who you are now means so much more to other people. You live for another, so many others. Who are they Doctor? Why are they so special to you? What do they make you feel?”

The Doctor tried to bury the answer, but Time’s presence compelled her to speak, compelled her to obey. Perhaps the thoughts were coming to her, being made to manifest, because an opportune moment had arrived, one with witness and with potential reward.

Perhaps it was time after all.

“What do they make you feel?”

“Human” The Doctor quietly acknowledged, “They make me feel human”

“But of course” Time replied, triumphant.

“Satisfied?” The Doctor asked.

“You are, as always, your better half Doctor. You may go. I won’t stop you; I reunify your three divided selves. But know this, time may flow, but it will always finish. One soul at a time. The difference between myself and Death is Death has taken your bodies, time has always taken the soul, and the day is approaching, my champion, where yours will be claimed, and there will be no regeneration, no reincarnation, that will wrench you back. You will belong to the everlasting end, and you will nourish me until I am no longer upon even myself. Beware the forces that mass against you-and their Master”

“Master? Who do you speak of?”

“He who I still call Death’s Champion” Time replied.

As The Doctor’s selves were merged back into one, and she found herself flung back towards the TARDIS, no longer unstuck, her thoughts reflected on the meaning of Time’s words, and the significance of who she referred to.

The universe was no longer a chess board, but a battlefield. And commonly, in the days of the Seventh, its champions would descend upon it once more, locked in combat.

Only she wasn’t a champion any longer. For Time had found her wanting.

Time for her, was running out.

Death now lay in wait.

And, like the days of the Tenth, she did not want to go.

Now, nor never.


I knew Chibnall was cribbing a lot from expanded media, but how did this opportunity pass him by? Consider this a treat for all New Adventures novels fans.

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.


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-Head For The Bed [Fanfiction]

“The end of the Universe, I always wondered it would feel like” The Doctor spoke as she and her companions faced down the naked fury of the Flux.

The galaxy-crushing phenomenon was headed straight towards them, and they had but mere moments to act or they too would be engulfed and consumed.

Dan Lewis chose to spend such precious moments of prevailing life to complain about the living arrangements on the ship.

“Here, is that a bed?” Dan asked, almost tripping over the sheets in the console room.

“Crash mat” The Doctor explained as she hammered the console.

“You can say it, it’s a mattress” Yaz responded, her hands folded.

“Fine, crash mattress then”

“When does a crash mat need sheets?” Dan asked, picking the assorted items up and tossing them at The Doctor, who swiftly caught it.

“Our man Dan here has a point” Yaz said.

The Doctor gave her a sharp look, coupled with a visible scowl. Yaz seemed to appreciate this sort of attention.

“Are you two having a spot of the domestics?” asked Dan.

“We get a little feisty whenever we’re cooped up in here” said Yaz.

“What you could do is some downtime with your family” The Doctor suggested.

“Can’t exactly try that now can I? Karvinista’s people have only gone and locked it in a kennel” Yaz argued.

“Yep, spot of the domestics alright” Dan replied, “Sort it out between you two, I’m gonna check on my house”

“You can’t exactly fit into it right now” Yaz pointed out.

“Yeah, well, you can all fit into this thing can’t you? It’s only a few feet wide to the untrained eye out there”

“Ah to be a wanderer in the fourth dimension, and I get stuck with the most one-dimensional people” The Doctor muttered.

“Here, half an hour ago you were saying how flashy you thought his laptop was” Yaz replied, growing restless with The Doctor’s attitude.

“Wasn’t his laptop was it?”

“Here, Yaz has got a point, you’re way out of order with that cheek of yours” said Dan.

“Look around you, everything’s out of order. Chaos is absolute, if you’re to stand a chance out there, you’ve got to let me work in here”

“You’re not alone in this fight Doctor, we can all help you put together some miracle, if you let us” Yasmin said, trying a much softer approach.

The cloister bell rang once more.

“You hear that Yaz? Do you? Because that is all you need to know. There’s no time for miracles”

“Really? I’m no expert, but I reckon that little warning’s telling you there’s no time to die either” Dan replied.

The Doctor and Yaz both looked at Dan as if he suddenly were the wisest man in the universe.

“Well, the laptop may have been a bomb, but I sure do appreciate you exploding onto the scene the way you have” The Doctor revealed.

Yaz glanced at The Doctor, a confident smile about her.

“What do you reckon? You, me, him, against all odds?”

The Doctor, instilled with a bit more confidence, gave Yaz a wink.

“If all else fails, head for the bed”

Doctor Who: Try To Look Busy [Fanfiction]

“Has she made contact yet?” Yasmin asked as the TARDIS rocked back and forth as it tumultuously buffeted.

“She’s still fiddling with the telly” Dan said, pointing to the franticly busy time lord as she worked her fingers delicately

“Dan, that’s a highly sophisticated trans-galactic imaging booster signal” Yaz said, correcting him

“Well it looks like a telly to me” Dan replied. Yaz rolled her eyes.

“Look, what am I supposed to be doing here? I’m just a plasterer from Liverpool; I’m not some co-ordinator. How do you manage all this with the Doctor?” Dan asked

As determined as she was to focus on the current situation, Yaz felt obliged to give Dan a handy tip of the trade.

“You want to look impressive? Then try to look busy” she suggested.

“What?” Dan asked, befuddled.

“Look busy, pretend you know every inch of this console, pretend you know exactly which buttons to press, take a lucky guess if she asks you anything, Oh, and always make her feel important”

With one final tinker, the signal was ready to boost and The Doctor conveyed a message to anyone within the sound of her interplanetary voice.

“Can you hear me? We don’t have a lot of time, the flux is coming, and it’s bringing with it the Sontarans, Weeping Angels, creatures known as the Ravagers, and enemies from across the universe. This is the fight of our lives!”

Dan seized his opportunity.

“Doctor, we need you”

“It’s coming. Be ready” The Doctor replied, and turned off the signal. The booster could not divert too much power from the TARDIS at this delicate juncture, as The Doctor feared she may lose control of the vessel entirely and be flung backwards or forwards through the vortex.

She ran up to Dan and Yaz, inspecting their work.

“You two have done a smashing job keeping the old girl sturdy, I sent a quick message out into the universe; hope they caught my best side. I’ll take over from here”

Dan stepped aside so The Doctor could work away at the console. As he began to walk away, The Doctor tugged at his coat

“Hey, not so fast, I want to show you how to properly work the thing. Consider it your reward for looking busy, and thanks, always nice to feel needed”

“Thanks Doc” Dan said, giving Yaz a wink. Yaz shook her head, feigning annoyance, but gradually giving him a smile back.

Doctor Who: Things She Thought Were Most unfair [Fanfiction]

“I’m ready, I want to be at home with my grandson” he says, a look of longing in his eyes, longing for home comforts, longing for quality time spent with loved ones.

Or was it longing for the opportunities he was about to miss out on?

I can’t help but smile, I can’t help but be moved, because I know it’s not the latter, he’s leaving for the right reasons; he’s leaving for just reasons.

He’s leaving our fam to be with his own.

This is it, this was properly it

Oh blimey, now what am I going to do?

Of all the people to turn me down, turn all this down, why him?

If I were a little less kind, a little less tolerant, I would be cursing out Ryan Sinclair right now for not speaking out about this, to convince Graham to stay, that he’s his own man with his own life to lead. Graham has so much more of the universe to see before he slips away.

I can’t tell when that’ll be, I can’t tell when the cancer will take hold of him again, all I know is I’ve lost my window to remind him every day that he should not let that scare him out of doing anything extraordinary.

Yaz tells him she’s going to miss him, she’ll miss him far more than she thinks, and I’ll miss the calming influence he has on her. I feel young Yasmine will be quite a handful to me going forward if that shove from earlier in the mission was any indication.

She seems so possessive, she’s afraid of letting go, like I’m all that tethers her to some meaningful purpose in life.

It’s not fair, I tell the universe, why must I carry on while everyone stays behind? As it pertains to Yaz, just why do I need to bear this burden of personal responsibility? Is it some kind of karmic punishment for defying the will of The Judoon? For escaping their justice?

Am I being told to grow a little? Maybe a lot?

Can’t help but think these thoughts, they always course through me whenever situations like this arise; I’m left wondering what I could have done to make things right, or different.

Oh no, now he wants a hug. That’s certainly different.

Still, it might just be one of the few things I can do right by him in this situation.

Were it not for social awkwardness, it’d be more than a hug.

My face tells the whole story, a long drawn out feature made of missed opportunity and wasted time, how inappropriate given my very calling as a time and space traveller.

He thanks me for everything…no, dearest Graham, thank you.

He prepares to leave; I can’t let him go, not after receiving a taste of his warmth, of his generosity, of his love.

I beckon him over and we all come together in one last unified circle of friendship and family, our arms wrapped tightly around each other’s waists, I hold Graham closest to me, his immediate present about to become my inevitable past, and I would no longer be a part of his future.

“Bye fam” I say.

And then he goes, Ryan in tow, and we’re alone.

Yaz is with me, but whether or not she truly is altogether there will be for our time together to decide.

For now, I am left with my thoughts.

And all I can think of is just how unfair it all is.

Is love ever fair?

Doctor Who Unauthorized: We Are Not Over There

Unauthorized Short Trips is the first book from PLANET MONDAS PUBLISHING, it comprises thirteen short stories centered on something that’s a little dear to me…and something that is most assuredly ‘over there’ in terms of fan reception….namely Thraham, the pairing coined by the few fans in support of it for The Doctor and Graham.


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The Unofficial Planet Mondas Doctor Who Storybook 2021

A collection of short Doctor Who stories written entirely by me. Some are prior works, and some are brand new to the collection.

  1. Meet Me At The Station
  2. Intermission Impossible (NEW)
  3. Keep Your House In Order
  4. Forever Late Than Never
  5. The Man I Was
  6. A Good & Beautiful Fairy (NEW)
  7. In Service of the Daleks (NEW)
  8. Wheezing, Groaning Sound
  9. Count The Children
  10. How The Snake Was Released From Its’ Tail
  11. Good Men
  12. Vanity Issues
  13. That New Familiar Feeling (NEW)


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


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.