He's Fire And Ice And Rage

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The Doctor was, for all intents and purposes, on holiday. He had some time before his song was up, and he was determined to enjoy himself. He would not go off and save people, he would not care about planets falling, he would do whatever he wanted with his time left.

Not that it was really ending, a voice in his mind reminded him. It was just changing. Regeneration was never really the end.

But the Doctor liked being himself. He didn't want to change. He didn't want to give it up. So, doing what he did best, he fought it. Tooth and nail. Avoided it. Ran away from it. Better than coming face to face with it.

It was during this time, seated at the TARDIS console after a day at the beach and still enjoying what was left of his ice lolly when he heard it. The sound of a distress signal.

Not just any signal. A very specific voice. A very familiar, very long-gone voice. Reinette. She sounded so alone.

"No," he said to the voice. "No, I'm not saving you, I'm not doing this. I. Am. Retired!"

He hissed, and turned the signal up. Could he send a message back?

"Hello?" he tried into the TARDIS microphone. "Hello?"

I'm feeling nostalgic and up for playing.

Anyone around?

BE EXCITED.

( Cut for The Trailer of 'Day of the Doctor'. It's embedded. )

( And, a Doctor Who Minisode 'The Night of the Doctor'. )

And don't forget to watch the 50th Anniversary of Doctor Who on 23 November on BBC One!

Running comes easily. It's something he knows, something that's part of him, ever since he first learned to walk. Ever since he first looked into the Untempered Schism. He runs. He runs, and he runs well.

Except over swampy, boggy areas. He doesn't run quite so well there. He does try, of course.

"Run, Sally!" he calls back. And then loses his footing. And falls, face first, onto the wet ground.

But two of my most beloved companions have passed away recently. Today, the beautiful and wonderful Mary Tamm died after a struggle with cancer. Romana I has been, and most likely always will be, one of my favorite companions. I have followed Mary Tamm's career for a long time and---yeah, this really breaks my heart. I had hoped to fulfill a lifelong dream of meeting Mary at Gallifrey One this coming year, but it was not meant to be.



On 5 June 2012, Caroline John also passed away. I adored Liz Shaw, and she was the inspiration for my own choices in life to become a scientist. I also loved Liz's amazing spin-off show P.R.O.B.E., the grown-up Doctor Who before Torchwood was even a thought in RTD's mind!



I'm so sad to see the heroes of my childhood pass away in recent years. Rest in peace to all of them.

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The lift seemed smaller now. Maybe it was the knowledge how little time was left. Maybe it was the attitude that had changed between them since they first rode up to the room with the stars.

Maybe it was the weight of all of the things they weren't saying. Sometimes that weight would suffocate the Doctor when he was awake and alone.

The scrambling device was on again, keeping the cameras in the lift blind as to their actions. The immature side of the Doctor wanted to make a face at the cameras, simply because the Valeyard couldn't see. He didn't, of course. He just stood there, waiting.

"What will you tell him?" he asked.

Hopefully, this change in livejournal will not last. Until then, there's been a lovely little custom CSS change for the userpic pages. Once LJ fixes what they've broken, I will restore the beautiful layout that was made for me.

Until then, feel free to change your own pages, using this custom page layout. Thanks for the head's up, hey_capn_jack!

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Hours had passed. Hours. The Valeyard was now sleeping. The two weeks that the Doctor had rested left him awake, energized. There was more than an hour in him, now, though he didn't know how long.

He reached to his side table and flipped a switch. Lights flickered around the ship, and a few of the cameras turned off. The damage done would leave the Valeyard angry, but it would keep the Doctor and the Master safe. For now. It wouldn't be long until the Valeyard worked it out, and the Doctor knew it.

So hard, sharing one body. The part of him that wanted to stay the Doctor remaining safe and secure in a small section of the tyrant's mind.

He got out of bed and slipped down the corridor, avoiding the cameras he knew were still on as he made it to the infirmary. No guards. They were switching out, now. He had a window of opportunity to make sure the Master was safe. He had to make sure. He had to see that the damage the Valeyard had done wouldn't be permanent.

He pulled open the door and stepped inside.

"Master."

Should be catching up on missing tags within the next few days. Now that classes are over, I just need to focus on finals and work. I'm sorry for the long delay on things, guys. You all are wonderful. <3

Until then:

HMD Meme