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Post by theillusiveman on Jul 17, 2022 10:37:33 GMT
There have been fan discussions of TV Stories with Different Doctors and having read some of the stuff on Reddit and Seeing some fan work on twitter thought id create this
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Post by theillusiveman on Jul 17, 2022 10:38:51 GMT
World, Enough and Time with The Ninth Doctor, Rose, Ainley and Roberts Masters
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Post by theillusiveman on Jul 17, 2022 10:40:00 GMT
The Doctor Falls with The Ninth Doctor, Rose, Ainley and Roberts Masters:
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Post by theillusiveman on Jul 17, 2022 10:42:03 GMT
The End of Time with The Fifth Doctor, Peri and Ainley Master
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Post by theillusiveman on Jul 17, 2022 10:42:50 GMT
The Eleventh Hour with The Sixth Doctor and Peri
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Post by theillusiveman on Jul 17, 2022 10:44:33 GMT
The Time of Angels with The Sixth Doctor, River and Peri
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Post by theillusiveman on Jul 17, 2022 10:45:17 GMT
Amy's Choice with The Sixth Doctor, Valeyard and Peri
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Post by theillusiveman on Jul 17, 2022 10:48:26 GMT
Night of The Doctor with The Third Doctor
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Post by thewatcher on Jul 17, 2022 13:12:57 GMT
An Unearthly Child with Fugitive Doctor
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Post by theillusiveman on Jul 17, 2022 15:28:47 GMT
The Fatal Death Doctor in Rose
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jul 18, 2022 7:25:01 GMT
The eighth Doctor in Fires of Pompeii….
With a smile, Fitz introduced himself to Caecillius as “Spartacus,” with an almost impish grin the Doctor introduced himself also as Spartacus. Compassion almost audiable rolled her eyes. The Doctor enthused about Caecillius’ skill as a marble mason, attempting to draw out information about the microchip designed marble work they’d seen on the back of the damaged cart.
“Tell them nothing Caecillius,” an imperious, voice cold and well versed in being demeaning commanded. A short man, built like a muscular bulldog stalked into the room, accompanied by a trio of armed legionaries. Compassion looked at him intently. The Doctor turned to introduce himself only to be told, “I have little time for you, Lord of that realm or not.” The Doctor was pulled up short.
Ever the gracious host, and a shameless social climber upon hearing the Doctor described as a lord, Caecillius effusively introduced Lucius Dextrous to the travellers, and the travellers to Lucius. Caecillius stumbled when he had to introduce Compassion.
“Why are you here, Child of Time?” Lucius interrogated Compassion, who simply stared back.
“She comes in the wake of the future, bringing compassion but with death on her breath,” a female voice said, as Evalina stumbled into the room, looking to Fitz’s mind like death warmed up.
“Evalina?” Caecillius asked.
“Another seer? The predictions of women are fey and ephemeral,” Lucius sneered.
“Ohh, you’re one of those,” Compassion dismissed him with a wave, turning her back on him to regard Evalina.
“Do not dismiss me, Child of Time, born from war and for war destined, with only a coward and a dreamer for companionship.” Thr Doctor and Fitz locked eyes, both secretly trying to decypher who was which.
The Doctor tried to regain control of the conversation, but was again interrupted, this time by Evalina, “oh silence you self-exiled healer. A Doctor without a patient. A man without a home.”
Fitz suggested that if they can see the future they could tell him next week’s lottery numbers, only to be told “the mockery of rhe reborn mean nothing. Man out of time.”
Lucius continued his verbal assault on Compassion, “when the day comes for you to go to warm who will stand with you? Do you expect a coward to stand at your side? Will a dreamer pick up arms in your name? The flower will bloom.”
things proceed as much as we see on TV, except it’s the Doctor being the one to try and bend the rules in order to save people and Compassion being the one focused on the web of time… it comes to a head when they escape the eruption of Vesuvius….
”TAKE US BACK!” the Doctor cried into the Stygian gloom of Compassion’s console room. Fitz was numb from shock, he had never expected to be so close to such a vast disaster.
“No,” Compassion’s voice echoes around the space.
“We don’t need to save everyone, we can’t save everyone, I know… TRUST ME I KNOW. But we can save some. We can’t repair the warped weave of history but we can patch it…”
”your metaphor is wandering, Doctor.” Compassion chided.
“He’s right though, go back. Save Caecillius and his family. Save four, history won’t notice.”
”History might not, but the Time Lords will, it’s his favourite planet after all. They’d be watching. Waiting for him to be …. Him” the sneer in her voice almost tainted the air around them.
“You really are a …”
“choose your next words very carefully Fitz.” The warning was clear.
The Doctor raged.
Fitz realised Compassion was right. As he looked at the warped, spider-like Dias of Compassion’s console he realised something else.
“Besides,” Compassion said, “because of the randomiser you forced on me,” the air of the console room noticeable dropped around the Doctor, so much so Fitz took several steps away from him into a mildly warmer part of the space, “I can’t return to anywhere I wanted. You’ve taken that freedom from me.” The Doctor had the good grace to look ashamed.
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jul 18, 2022 8:34:15 GMT
…..
Caecillius cowered with his family as the world ended around them.
The air was growing thin and hot and the crashing on the roof heavier.
Soo that roof, something that he once wss so proud of, would crash in on them ending their suffering.
Into this apocalypse all but sauntered Compassion.
“Caecillius,” she said. Part of the roof splintered off, and just as Caecillius reached up to warn her it bounced off her head harmlessly.
“How…”
“I’m indestructible. Obviously.” She then put her hands on her face, seemingly in prayer and then flung her arms wide …. Her body transforming into a doorway filled with light.
A shadow emerged from that light, a tall thin man, with a patricians face and a soldier’s haircut. He spoke with what to Caecillius’ ear was a Hunnish accent, or something from the north of the empire.
“Come wit’ us if you wanna live,” he said. Hearing the roof begin to finally give way Caecillius and his family accepted the offer of freedom, even if they couldn’t understand how it was being offered. As the last of them, Evalina, entered into the portal that was Compassion, the northerner smiled to himself.
“It might have taken a bit o’ time, but we did do a bit o’ good.”
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Post by theillusiveman on Jul 18, 2022 8:48:59 GMT
The Valeyard in Deep Breath
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Post by theillusiveman on Jul 19, 2022 13:52:14 GMT
The Eighth Doctor in Human Nature:
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jul 23, 2022 7:30:03 GMT
there was only one splash of any colour in the Gravitron control room, but it was at the centre of a grey universe of intent movement. The Doctor had shed her jacket, so was even brighter than usual. “NO LUV,” she shouted over the hubbub, “that goes over there. You need to cross link the Gravitron’s tertiary controls with the solar stacks otherwise you’ll blow US up, not the Cybermen”. There was, surprisingly, very little grumbling from the vastly reduced workforce.
Not since Hobson had shouted the last of the muttering engineers down, at least.
The Doctor marched over to the telescope to observe the Cybermen’s latest attempt to breach the Graviton control complex. “Well!?” Hobson interrogated her. “Well enough, luv, well enough. Looks like John West’s rejects are finished construction. Nasty looking thing.”
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jul 23, 2022 8:20:16 GMT
Tomb of the Cybermen….
“So why are ye helpin’ them?” Jamie asked the Doctor as she surveyed the milling scientists.
“Hmm?” The Doctor said non-commitally.
“We both ken what’s down there. More Cybermen. So why are we helpin’?”
“Ohh Jamie,” she sighed, “because I want to know WHY the Cybermen built such an easily accessible tomb.”
“Well, some things neither man nor god or Doctors are meant ta know.” Jamie stomped off, the Doctor watched him go and admitted to herself he was right. It was inevitably a trap. But she who watches the tiger escapes the tiger, she wanted to know.
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Victoria’s head started to nod forwards.
Her eyes getting heavier.
She slowly toppled forwards only to be caught by a pair of strong hands. “Why didn’t you wake me luv?” The Doctor asked, her big caring eyes blinking behind her yellow-tinted glasses. “Well, I thought you needed it more,” Victoria explained weakly.
The Doctor chuckled wryly.
“Sure, I’m like a grumpy old cat that naps in front of the fire all day, only waking up for a feed and a belly rub,” while there was no malice in her voice, there was a gentle mockery.
“That’s not what I meant,” Victoria protested.
“I know what you meant,” the Doctor sat down next her and patted her hand, “and I know it’s less a case of you wanting me to sleep, but more you wanting to stay awake.” Victoria felt a lump starting to form in her throat, the Doctor was right.
“It’s alright luv. Take it from one orphan to another. It’s alright to grieve.”
“It’s not that,” Victoria tried to explain, “whenever I close my eyes I remember what it was like before those horrible creatures came. I mean…” the lump grew, “you are so ancient, you can’t remember your family.”
The Doctor was quiet for a long time. She slowly took off her glasses, and fixed Victoria in the eye, “I can when I want to. If I wanted to. Most times they sleep in my mind. I can’t tell you how to deal with your grief, but I can tell you … you will. You will do it in your own way and in your own time. And as you do, you’ll have me. You’ll have Jamie. We both walked that road. We’ll be here for you, as you walk it too.”
She patted her hand again, and put her glasses back on.
“I can’t take the bad memories away, but the Daleks can’t take away the good.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2022 9:00:20 GMT
Imagine the Fifth Doctor in The Twin Dilemma.
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Post by theillusiveman on Jul 23, 2022 14:39:30 GMT
The 8th Doctor in Heaven Sent
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Post by mark687 on Jul 23, 2022 15:13:53 GMT
The 8th Doctor in Heaven Sent Want as Lost Story Now! Regards mark687 |
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