rude_not_ginger | Entries tagged with featuring: the (female) eleventh doctor

FOR THE DRABBLE MEME: TAKE TWO.

• If sand waves were sound waves
What song would be in the air now
What stinging tune
Could split this endless noon
And make the sky swell with rain

If war were a game that a man or a child
Could think of winning
What kind of rule
Can overthrow a fool
And leave the land with no stain. •

; anything can happen here.

It doesn’t start at the beginning, and sometimes he (she, they, he) forgets that. Things twist and turn and he's standing on a blasted plane of sand, digging for bones and carving them into chess pieces.

Or perhaps not. Perhaps he's running, searching for the stretch of Norweigian waters and a woman he can't possibly catch. Or perhaps it's too late for that. Perhaps he's too early.

It's strange, time being what it is. The universes being what they are (were, might be, are).

He is at once a man who has lost all sense of morals and a woman coming after a valiant suicide, and a man who never left home, and many, many others. They are what they could've been.

The man who stands at the edge of the desert is tall and wears a red bowtie. He is young, but only on the outside. Inside the desert, there is a woman who looks like him but not, with long dark hair and a sad expression etched on her face. They are the same but different, a quirk of genetics keeping them apart

The man without morals stands next to her and looks as he once did, but also looks as he might in the future. Things are fluid here.

"That's him, then?" the man without morals says. He is now the younger version of the woman, all blue-suited with spiked-up hair and dark eyes.

The woman with the long dark hair nods, her eyes at the edge of the desert. "I have better fashion sense. And much better legs."

"He has me in his mind, though." In the quirk that made her herself, she avoided that slice of life.

"That's not an improvement," the woman with the long, dark hair says. "You were very nearly a terrible mistake."

"I still might be." He is now shorter, balding, and wears a black robe.

"Isn't that what this place is about?" the woman asks. "The things that might be?"

"You think too small," the man without morals says. "So does he."

The man with the bowtie is a lot like her, she thinks. He is more bumbling, a bit sillier, but he will do well in this life, even if she doesn't have the chance she knows she could.

"It's better that way."

Muse: The Doctor (The Valeyard)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 357

Doctor Who? The Mysterious Dr. John Smith of United Nations Intelligence Taskforce
By Riseeta Skitra

He's infamous in many ways---and yet it is undeniable that the world wouldn't be without him. Previous Prime Minister Harriet Jones once called out for this man, this Doctor to arrive and save the world from the alien ship that blanketed the skies two Christmases ago.

The question is, who is this man? I brought together some of his most loyal supporters and most vocal of critics to get the voice of who he is, the man behind the Doctor.

Rose Tyler	"The Doctor has the power to change a person. It only takes a second, then you wonder what you were doing with your life before you met him."
Mr. Gabriel	"Good guy. Weird taste in planets. Weird taste in leis too, for that matter, but still fun to be around. And I like his tardy."
First Lady Lucy Saxon	"The man known as the Doctor is a public menace and a threat to society. Any sightings should be reported directly to the police."
John Smith II (Not to be confused with whom this is about)	"He's positively amazing. Not as much as me, obviously, but that's not the point. Brains and strength and courage. And good looks. Best best mate I ever had."
Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood	"The Doctor's everything you love and hate about aliens, about other people, about life. He's harsh but makes you stronger. You rarely know what he's thinking, but when you find out, it's always surprising. He's loving but keeps you at a distance. He licks everything and doesn't catch anything; it's amazing. The Doctor keeps you alive by making you live and making you want to live."
Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson	"More than angel or nightmare, he is pliable steel. He slips into the cracks of one's life, ones you might not even know are there. And yet you are not weakened by his presence. Rather you are sheltered and strengthened. Protected. Challenged."
Dr. Jane Smith	"The tall, skinny excitable chap with the hair and the red converse? Never heard of him in my life."
Anne Wilson	"He's fickle, hardworking- which is evidenced by his really nice hands... he has fantastic hands, you know. He spends most of his day under that grate next to the console. When he's not running from dinosaurs, Eternals or whatever mess he's gotten himself into... but he DOES have nice hands."
Gabriel Grey	"To say he's different because he's genetically different downplays the truth. Just like saying he's rude, or cruel, or wrong in what he does downplays the enormity of everything he copes with. Seriously, you try looking at the monsters he does day in and day out and tell me what your mind would be like afterwards. Course, that doesn't mean the bastard has a right to kidnap people!"
Dr. Martha Jones	"He's a force for good and he cares about people's lives -- an' he puts himself on the line over and over again, because he won't just turn away in the face of injustice. He's saved the world more times than I can reckon, and no one ever knows -- he wouldn't know what to do with himself if people did really know. Oh, he'd bluster and strut, but he'd shy away from the real-- He's my friend and he made me a better person. Is there anything better you could say about someone?"