He's Fire And Ice And Rage

The writer for ninewho and I got to talking and we decided to tackle this prompt from writers_muses: And what are stories, but different ways with which we tell the truth?

We decided to write the same series of events from our own Doctor's point of view. This is Ten's version.

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Did I say it isn't my fault? Cause it really, really isn't my fault. You know me, Yates. You know the way I was, right? Course you do! You know I wouldn't lie about this!

(  This is how it started. I was out with my other self, the bloke in the other room with the ears and leather jacket? )

Even if you don't believe me, you can always ask my other self. I'm sure he'll tell you the exact same thing.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 2,385
Special thanks to ninewho for providing the other half of this story!

Holiday Preparation List

1) Wrapping paper
2) Bows
3) Tape
4) New Pair of Scissors
5) Tree (with very sturdy stand)
6) Ornaments that are shatterproof
7) Non-tangleable lights (not the blinking ones)
8) Presents
     a) For Rose:  Something shiny and pretty
     b) For Mickey: Something shiny and simple
     c) For Jack: Something shiny and inappropriate
     d) For Donna: Something shiny and expensive
     e) For Martha: Something shiny and useful
     f) For Astrid: Something shiny and from Earth
9) Stockings!  Variety of sizes and colors.
10) Coal (for the Master and the Rani)
11) Refill of atmospheric excitation cube on top of TARDIS
12) Holiday Foodstuffs
     a) Eggnog (and rum)
     b) Turkey (not the people of)
     c) Banana Bread (good for any occasion)
     d) Stuffing (for Turkey)
     e) Cider (with brandy)
     f) Variety of Greens
     g) Someone who can actually cook the meal
          i) Romana?
          ii) Jake (seems girly enough)
          iii) Jackie NO NO NO
          iv) Professional Caterer (seems most likely
          v) Doris (also excuse to see the Brigadier)
13) Miscellaneous
     a) Buy Mickey a K-9?
     b) New shoes?
     c) Need more tea
     d) Don't invite Donna's family
     e) Need reasonable Christmas music that isn't in Swahili.
     f) Don't drink too much this year, don't need to send another letter to Jack's SO.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 218

Once.

When you're little, the Sisters seem like this great…they seem big. Very big. Time, Pain, and Death, all floating about the universe, it all makes sense.

And I believed once.

You see…when the universe was very young, three Sisters were born. No, no, not born. Not exactly. Woven. Brought into being. The eldest was Time. Most beautiful, most intelligent. The middle child was Pain, she always came to visit far too early and stayed long past her welcome. The youngest was Death. She was the only truly social member of the family. Danced with everyone once. Often…only once.

Still, when you're a wee little Time Tot at the Academy or on Mummy's knee and they tell you about the Sisters, you believe. You believe because it's easier to believe. It's as if they've given you a glass of water. It's a very small glass because you're a very small person, and it's enough. But then you get older and want a larger glass, but they only have the same amount of water. It's like that. You get thirsty after a while. Start thinking about what things that shouldn't be, because why would the Sisters let that happen?

When I was exiled, right after my second incarnation, I wondered what that meant. Was I cut off from the Sisters? Faith was fairly thin by that point at any rate, but the Sisters resided on Gallifrey. And I…well, I couldn't go back to Gallifrey, could I? Did that mean I'd never feel pain or die? Well, I mean, no, of course not. Felt pain, felt it all the time. Died later, but only a little bit. So…all those things were there, but that made the story wrong. It was like a little bit of history was mistaken, and that's a very, very important thing to a Time Lord. History has to be perfect facts have to be right.

And what about the others? What about the humans? I've seen such potential in them, but according to what we're taught, they don't get the same uh, privileges that Gallifreyans get from their Gods. All the mercy, hate, and justice in the world, and they can't protect some innocent humans? Doesn't make any sense to me. I protect them, and I'm far from a God. Or a trifecta of Gods, matter of fact. Three times the ability to bounce around and right things.

And what about that 'time is young' bit? Time doesn't age, things do. People do! And how do you weave Sisters without genetic material? Or even a Loom?

It doesn't fit. It just…doesn't.

I've taken to reading about Earth's religions. To better understand my companions, since they always seem to be humans nowadays. There's one I rather like. Neo Classic. They don't believe so much in a God or in a Devil or what-have-you. It's more…the things that men do. It can be the same difference, if you think about it.

Still. Things that men do. I've seen a man take a Dalek blast to the chest because he thought he could save someone else five more minutes to save a planet. I've seen a woman swallow the Time Vortex. I've seen a man sell out his bride in order to gain the favor of an Empress. I've seen that bride still admit she loved him. And Martha…I've seen a lot. A lot of things people will sacrifice for what's right and what's wrong.

In the end, the universe sets itself correctly. Evil survives, yes. But good, good survives. No, it prevails.

I can't believe in many things, but I can believe in that.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 608

Right. So there's this meme going around with mistletoe and kissing? Apparently I missed it until today. Kept getting all these little messages with people and mistletoe and I just thought they were trying to help me prevent werewolves!

As it is, thank you all very much for, uh, wanting kisses from me. I apologize for the delays in said kisses, universe saving and all that.

Therefore! Here's my little contribution to kissing, because it's the season. If you've requested a kiss or would like a kiss, comment here. I'm not 2007 Tammy winner of Biggest Slut for nothing.

Happy Christmas!


EDIT: And here's the actual meme...



Two ways to play:

Request kisses from the Doctor.
If you'd like a kiss from the Doctor just comment here and let him know. He'll reply to your comment with a drabble of sorts that involves the kiss, or put up a thread to get that kiss on it's way. Or if you'd like a bit more control over the situation just start your own post and mark the entry locked to the Doctor, and leave me a comment here letting me know where the thread is and the Doctor'll be there!

Offer kisses to Others.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post the picture in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.


OOC: Silly little mun, I never read the meme until today! I'm so sorry for the delays. Anyone who'd like a kiss, go ahead and toss 'em in here and I'll have the Doctor lay one on ya. =D