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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-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”

Doctor Who-We Can Only Fall So Far [Fanfiction]

 

DOCTOR WHO

WE CAN ONLY FALL SO FAR

(Contains Spoilers for “The Woman Who Fell To Earth”)


The Doctor could hear whispers come from the crowds in the church as Graham gave his eulogy.

Several of Grace’s friends were trying to place where they’d seen her before, or if she were known to them at all.

“Which one of Grace’s friends is that?” came from one, a Mrs. Lindsey York, aged 52. She had a terrible lisp.

“She looks a bit like that kindly lady who stopped by over in 2006 to help settle the kids down” Yvonne Hooper, who worked with Grace at the Chemo clinic.

“Did you talk to her?” asked Lindsey.

“A bit yeah, she said she’d been travelling a bit and heard from a source some of the youngsters over the last few days were scared of their treatment. It’s strange how word got out that fast, or that it was important enough to share in the town. I don’t recall leaking any of it out. Mind you, she said she was in a different time zone when she heard all this”

“A different time zone? What like how for Americans it’s the break of dawn while it’s later afternoon here?”

“She talked a bit in riddles, but she meant well and the kids were all very happy with what she did” Yvonne concluded.

“That was ten years ago right?” Lindsey said, staring back at the Doctor.

“I reckon it was yeah, poor girl seems to have fallen on some hard times” Yvonne replied observing the ragged state of The Doctor’s attire.

Yasmin Khan could also overhear the conversations, and she felt quite sorry for the wayward soul standing at the back of the church trying to avoid the chatter. Almost as if she didn’t want to hear anything, like it was sensitive information or something.

Like she was trying to avoid being spoiled.

The look on the Doctor’s face indicated she’d heard as much as she wanted to, so Yasmin reached over to the two ladies and urged them to keep quiet while Graham continued to talk of Grace

Yasmin looked over at The Doctor and gave her a reassuring thumbs up, letting her know she needn’t be the centre of attention this day.

A part of her also wanted her to know she was forgiven for the crazy and tragic events of that evening.

It would have been so easy for Graham to have snapped at this strange person who had led him, Yasmin, Ryan and Grace through their fateful adventure that ended in triumph and tragedy, that there had been consequences to enjoying the thrills of the adventure too much, but Graham was too kind a soul to see the negatives in everything.

Not everyone was a cynical soul in this world, taking so much for granted and wasting their breath cursing out the well intentioned when their good intentions met with ill reward.

Yasmin observed The Doctor and realised her outer appearance needed to change, and in doing so, maybe she could change her outlook, which appeared solemn and tinged with guilt.

Yasmin decided she would suggest a change of clothes to The Doctor, and she welcomed it.

Sometimes we can only fall so far before someone reaches out to grab hold of our hearts and lift our spirits up.