Just a couple old, mysterious, nameless, star-sailing do-gooders crossing paths.

Sure master, whatever you say

‘Why not?’ declared the woman. ‘I’m impulsive. You’re impulsive. And I brought a cake.’ She took her hat off and looked inside it and then frowned. ‘Well. Maybe I ate the cake. Anyway.’

You bet that was an eventful brunch

There’s this game I used to play, DragonVale I think, and there is no way this wasn’t done on purpose.

I can’t remember anything I need to know for school, but I can retain many quotes to make references to all my fandoms when a moment arises.

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The New Doctor

(based on #10)

The man walking down the street of the parallel earth was more extraordinary that his looks – and he was handsome. But if you looked closely, his eyes held a sadness that was so profound, one wondered how he bore the pain. He was tall and slim, long legs clad in blue jeans topped with a white t-shirt and blue jean jacket. His brownish hair was tousled due to his habit of running his hands through it, but it added to his looks rather than distracting.

The Doctor walked the streets of the parallel world with all of the memories of his counterpart, but although they were identical, he felt inferior. All it took was the words on one particular human being. A human being that was the reason for his being here – Rose Tyler.

Ever since that night on Bad Wolf Bay. The night the original Doctor gave Rose a great gift. A gift that has now been rejected.

Things were great in the beginning. He and Rose had begun a life together. They were both living on Pete’s estate outside of London. Having lost his wife Jackie in the parallel world, Pete had found himself falling in love with the other Jackie. He opened up his home to Rose and the Doctor and even had gone so far as to fund a computer shop for the Doctor – he had to earn a living somehow in this new world and he did have a way with computers. The shop kept him busy and gave him purpose, something he desperately needed.

Entering the shop, he stopped and wearily leaned against the counter. The words spoken this morning rang through his head like a movie on a loop. “I don’t want a regular Doctor. I want the Doctor who took me around the universe, exploring the stars. I want the excitement of that Doctor, not a 9 to 5 Doctor. I want MORE!”

More. One word that broke his heart. He had given up everything to be here in this world with Rose, and it was all for naught. In hindsight, he should have seen it coming. Rose was growing distant and, even though they never shared a bed, the intimate moments were fewer and fewer until they stopped. It was time for him to move on.

The shop housed a garage at the rear. In the center of the space sat a police box that he had been working on for almost a year. The TARDIS was not a machine, it was a living entity, grown and nurtured over time – and it was just hours away from completion. After a glance to make sure that all was going well, the Doctor turned to the workbench to make the final adjustments on his new sonic screwdriver. Today was the day – all was ready. The only question in his mind was does he tell Rose? Does he want someone who only wants him with conditions?

The closet at the back of the garage held his suit and iconic Converse high tops – his identity as the Doctor. The blue pin-striped skinny suit hung at the rear and he held it up almost reverently. It only took a minute to transform from the ordinary man on the street to the Doctor, and the suit was an instant boost to his self-esteem. As he looked into the mirror, the TARDIS shimmered to life in the background.

He had a couple of things to do before he left. Things that would be hard, but had to be done. The call to Pete was the first.

“What’s up Doc?” was Pete’s standard answer upon seeing the Doctor’s face on this screen. “You still at the shop?”

“Yes. But I won’t be for long,” the Doctor replied. “It’s ready. The TARDIS is complete.”

He saw the surprise on Pete’s face. Pete knew what he was working on at the shop, but thought it was a pipe-dream. “You’ll be going then?”

“It’s time. I’ve been here too long. Things aren’t the same,” came the reply.

Pete could see the sadness in the Doctor’s eyes, but, since they lived in the same home, he had seen the distance growing between the Doctor and Rose. “And Rose? Are you taking her with you?”

The Doctor saw the concern in Pete’s eyes. He knew the life that the Doctor led. There were lots of exploring and adventure, but equal amounts of danger.

“No. Rose needs to live her life here, with you and Jackie. I’m just going to be a memory – hopefully a fond one.” Eyes full of both sadness and excitement, the Doctor continued, “she is my next call. I’m not sure it will go well. I need to make sure that you and Jackie are there for her.”

“We will be Doctor,” came the immediate reply. “We will take care of her for you.”

“Thank you, Pete,” the Doctor answered. “Goodbye.”

The Doctor walked into the TARDIS and up to the console. Setting the coordinates, he looked at the phone sadly as he punched in Rose’s number, taking a deep breath as he waited for her to answer. He could clearly see the inside of the TARDIS in his display, knowing that she would see the same. It took 4 rings for her to answer. “Hello.”

In his display, the Doctor noted that she wasn’t looking at the screen, but rather off to the side. “Rose, look at me. It’s important.”

Her reluctance to look at him was evident, but eventually she did and her eyes opened wide in recognition. “You’re in the TARDIS!”

“Yes. I wanted to talk to you one last time before I leave.”

Rose’s face fell as the truth became clear. “And I’m not going.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I’m sorry,” the Doctor responded wistfully. “It’s time for me to move on – alone. It’s been a great ride though, hasn’t it?”

Tears rolling down her face, Rose couldn’t do anything but nod in agreement. She knew at that moment what she had lost, what she had thrown away. At his “Goodbye” all she could manage was a wave.

The connection broken, the Doctor allowed the tears to flow freely. Wiping them away, and engaging the TARDIS, his shout of “Allons-y” rang through time and space. The Doctor had returned!