Since the oddity that is his human self does not actually have a birthday, the Doctor has picked a random day (which may or may not coincide with the one-year anniversary of the creation of the journal [ profile] handysparehand) to get his human self a card.

Inside, it reads:
It's your birthday. Well, not actually your birthday as you weren't technically born. But it's a good day to celebrate it.
Or something like it.

Later on, the Doctor is informed this is probably rude. So, he goes out and purchases a few birthday gifts.

What is inside the packages... )

Remix Title: Faith (The Long Goodbye Remix)
Remix Author: [ profile] rude_not_ginger
Remixed fic: Faith
Remixed author: [ profile] jellybean728
Characters/Pairings: TenII/Rose UST, Jackie/Pete
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 3,237
Summary: Rose and the duplicate Doctor suffer a crisis of his identity at their first Christmas on the other universe. Jackie tries to play matchmaker
A/N is optional: I tried to keep the original author's format and pacing, which was a challenge for me! Hope you like!

It's supposed to be Christmas.

It's the first Christmas they've all been together. Jackie had Pete's household staff set up the huge tree in the main hallway for the company party and she'd picked out her verybest cocktail dress for the occasion. The family's to be there and she's got to look the part of Pete's wife. She'll be showered with praise, compliments, and impossibly expensive presents. Christmas Eve is for the company and for the public.

But it's the family Christmas that she's really, truly excited about )

I had a dream which was not all a dream.

He wasn't sure what that meant, but as he woke from a dream the phrase rolled around in his mind. He vaguely thought that someone that wasn't him thought that thought, or spoke those words. He couldn't quite remember who that would be, maybe a book or a film or a friend. It really didn't matter though, did it? Just a phrase that someone said once, he didn't need to know anything more than that.

A dream stuck out though, more than anything he really could remember. It was just a dream though, and nothing really worth dwelling on either. Dreams come and dissipate because that's the way they work. It was something he knew, though he couldn't tell you why he knew it. He also knew that he should get up and find the kitchen, and he thought he liked coffee, black with extra sugar. He couldn't say if he liked that since forever, but it felt like he did.

There was another feeling as well, a feeling outside of his mind and his body and surrounding him in a way that felt familiar, but couldn't possibly be right. It felt like the walls around him were somehow sad, in a quiet way he couldn't quite figure out. A strange thing though, sadness in the walls. It was strange enough that it could be pushed aside to the corner of his mind where useless notions were sent.

And men forgot their passions in the dread of this their desolation. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 5,476
Concept by and co-authored with the unbelievably brilliant [ profile] handysparehand
"What do you think?"

He thinks about the vortex, the spiral spire of a billion lightyears of movement. He thinks about the vast array of stars, infinity twisting out through the cosmos. All of those planets he's seen and never seen---brilliant crystal endings, beginnings, worlds with rooms that go on forever, infinite possibilities through a mirror. He thinks about all of this.

He knows about all of this.

So when, in a tiny shop on Mall Planet in the late 67th century, he's asked which color of dress Donna should get, it's little wonder that all she gets in reply is a snort.

"Donna, they're both completely impractical," he says, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, but they're gonna be what I’m wearin', Spaceman, so help me pick one out."

"The one you have on now is fine."

"Is it better than the blue? Did you even look at the blue? What about the red, should I try it on again?"

"If I beg you not to, will you listen?"

"The blue one," says the voice behind him. Their not-son, born-from-a-hand, and shouldn’t-be-there, the half-human Doctor, has been trying on a variety of trainers in different colors because, apparently, fashion has passed on from Donna to him.

'See, someone cares about what I wear.' )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 791
For [ profile] galeforcehero who wanted: "I want to read The Adventures Of The Doctor And Donna And Their Unintentional Offspring Handy, with no emo or serious business involved." here.
Companion piece to this amazing prompt by [ profile] handysparehand.

"That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version." - Chuck Palahniuk

If you let something go and it comes back to you, it's yours forever. Apparently. You've never really believed in that sort of thing. Too many birds have flown away and left you with an empty cage. You've become used to the fact that "alone" and "Doctor" have become synonymous.

You find companions. You travel with them for a time and they leave you and you're alone. One such time, verymuch alone, you picked up someone from the Plane. The place between dimensions, where the half-human, half-Time Lord version of yourself had been travelling. Also alone.

So, you ask him to travel with you. To spend some of his limited human days on your TARDIS, like so many humans that walked into and out of that ship with you. Only he would wear more sensible shoes, of course.

Oh, but it would never be an easy companionship, but you've grown rather accustomed to having him there. He's not you, but that's all right. You've got enough ego to fill the TARDIS all by yourself. No, he's something else, and that makes him equally frustrating and fascinating. More frequently the former, but it's the latter that reminds you how much you do enjoy his company.

"You've burned the tea again? What---How do you even manage to do that?"

"You're the one who insists I make it, when I could be helping with repairs."

"And you think I'd let you touch the consoles when you've already ruined my kettle?"

"I'd like to see you try better."

"I will!"

"Fine!" A beat. "You don't even know how to turn it on, do you?"

"I'm working on it!"

It's enough to make you believe that he's enough to fill your loneliness.

You put no restrictions on the TARDIS or the Plane. Come and go as you please. Let something go and all that.

He starts to go more frequently. Long stays away, visits with people he doesn't talk about over tea. You don't let it affect you, don't let the nagging sense of doubt go any further than the back of your mind.

And then, one day, he announces he's leaving. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,181
Based on roleplay in [ profile] realityshifted
Special thanks to [ profile] handysparehand for the beta!
It's at the very, very beginning. There's barely any time between their introduction and the moment where they must part. He's got to run off, he's got to stop disaster before it starts and she…she has to distract.

How should she distract? Well, she's too human to be of any interest…unless.

'This means nothing, he warns, firmly. 'Honestly, nothing.' )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,132
Following this and this.

It isn't jealousy, not like the Doctor expects it.

Sometimes, he forgets who he is traveling with.

It's easy to simply consider him "the companion" and leave it at that. Especially after determining that he is, in fact, not the Doctor, just a Thing that looks like him but isn't.

Sometimes, the Doctor wanders past his room and hears him snoring through the door. It's a low rumble, the vibration of respiratory structures the Doctor doesn't have, signaling very deep sleep. He wonders if the Thing dreams.

The Doctor can't think of a time he slept like that. So soundly. A Time Lord only needs a few hours a week. For the Doctor, they're generally collected when, like a wind-up-toy all out of spin, he drops unceremoniously onto his bed for a few hours of dreamless trance. It's not the same as sleeping. There's no ceremony to waking from a trace. No restfulness, no morning tea needed to jolt the system.

He often sees the Thing… )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 912
Special thanks to [ profile] handysparehand!
When I think about Love
I don't think about a Bright Moon
Twinkling Stars
Red Wine
Silent Whispers
Holding Hands
Secret Loveletters
-"Rough Sex" by Lords of Acid

It isn't love like the Doctor knows it.

When the Doctor considers love, he thinks about completion. He thinks about holding hands and sitting under a crystalline sky. He thinks about laying his head against a coral column and taking in the warmth of another being who knows him perfectly. He thinks of strange skies and pretending that they last forever. That's what he thinks love is.

The Doctor always thinks in terms of forever. He wants love to be deep like the vortex, no matter how twisted and complicated it may become. Things move slowly down Time's hallway, but that's all right. They never leave that way.

This man before him, this Thing, he doesn't think like the Doctor does. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,047
Special thanks to [ profile] handysparehand for help with beta and having a muse that is a constant inspiration! <3<3
Take my thoughts for what they're worth // I've been acting like a child
In your opinion, and what is that?
It's just a different point of view

Here's a video of the TARDIS.

Because I love the TARDIS. And I would never, ever, ever want to discount her.

Now, that's our...uh, blog. Thanks for blogging. But before we go, we'd like to check in with our good friend, [ profile] handysparehand over at his journal. How's it going over there?

OOC: As Handy's mun is the Stephen Colbert to my Jon Stewart...I give you, the toss.
She is like ">| Quit being a butt to him! It is not his fault!"
Ten is like What? He only has EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED

Dorothy: Right, everything except the TARDIS, and eternal youth, and, y'know, freedom. >|
The Doctor: There's more to life than just freedom.
Dorothy: Not much more.
The Doctor: I've been free a long time, Dorothy. It wouldn't hurt to just stand still a while.
Dorothy: But you have a choice! He's not going to stop for a while, he's trapped for the rest of his life. And that's all he has-- one life.
The Doctor: People can do more in one life than others can in dozens. You look at a sunset when you've got only one life and it MEANS something
Dorothy: Do you really think you've done the right thing, here?
The Doctor: Leaving him with Rose? It's what I'd want if I were him.
Dorothy: But you're not him.
The Doctor: But he's me.
Dorothy: Yeah, he is. But you're not him, and you never will be. He's different, Doctor.
The Doctor: He should be grateful.
Dorothy: Grateful! That you abandoned him?
The Doctor: He didn't need me! And I left him with Rose! And the Tylers!
Dorothy: Did you even ask him what he wanted?
The Doctor: If he didn't want it, he'd have said something. Dorothy: You seem awful damn sure of that. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 3,156 YA RLY
Written with the amazing [ profile] galeforcehero
[ profile] handysparehand referenced with permission.
A companion piece to the amazing [ profile] handysparehand.

You see strings of time and possibility passing through your mind’s eye. The moving, swirling worlds of might haves and would nots, the other realms of possibility.

You see a world where you kept the duplicate You. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 2,339
"You're not really a doctor."

"Neither are you."

"Oi, I could be one day, spaceman."

"Don't call me that. That's disturbing when it isn't coming out of Donna's mouth."

"I don't want to."

"Can't have you go anywhere until I have a look at you. Have a seat."

"What are you going to do?"

"Restrain myself."

The Doctor nods to the chair in the infirmary (sickbay!) and shrugs off his brown coat. The trip between universes is going rather smoothly, but seeing as they have a few more minutes before they get there, he wants to make sure this man with his face is going to be all right when he leaves him.

When he leaves him with Rose.

The other man tosses off his blue jacket and hops about restlessly in the chair. He looks younger than the Doctor, strangely enough. It's the way he hops about, the way his eyes look clearer, like Donna's. He looks human. The Doctor wears his suit shirt like it's a uniform; the other man wears his red t-shirt like he's comfortable in it.

The Doctor rolls up his sleeves and cleans his hands in the sink. There's dirt underneath his fingernails. Rubble from the destroyed ships. Another end to the Time War. Another end that he ran away from.

He grabs a towel off the side table and dries his hands, then picks up an old blood pressure monitor. He can't remember why he bought it originally (it was 1956, though, and the saleswoman turned out to be a rabid Wildebeati), but he knows how to use it.

"Still can't believe I bought that," the other man says. "Probably to fill up space. Only barely remember how to use it. Do you even remember what human blood pressure is supposed to be? I know I don't. Isn't there a book or something---"

"Give me your arm."

"---in one of those cabinets with a list? Might want to check it. I always remember having high blood pressure, though. Do you remember that? Can't imagine why I did, must be the high stress life. Are you really going to leave me? I can't live a slow life, I don't know how! Do you think---"

"Right, now let me see your wrist." He puts the stethoscope against the other man's pulse and listens to the single heartbeat.

"---I mean, maybe it could work out? Two of us on one ship? We're likely to go bonkers. End up fighting over Rose, I imagine. Well, I mean, can't be that bad, right? You know what I think---"

The Doctor has long since stopped caring what the other man thought. All he can think is how slow one heartbeat sounds. Bump. Ba bump. Bump. Ba bump. One heartbeat, one life. He's got all of the Doctor's memories, he thinks like he does, but he's not quite. He's not a child of Gallifrey, he's a…well, he's a mistake. Rather like Jack but with better hair.

He turns the other man's right arm over and looks down at the pale skin. Pale with little freckles peppering from the wristbone up to the bend in the elbow. They're paler freckles than the ones on the Doctor, who's stood in suns the other man will never stand in. But it's not what the other man has on his arm, it's what he doesn't.

"I noticed it, too." The other man says.

The Doctor turns his right arm over. His tattoo. His brand. A snake-like dragon coiling itself upwards, mouth open, very like a question mark. There's a bend in the neck of the snake, and the Gallifreyan word for "criminal" is tattooed in tiny letters. The paint never needs touching up and unlike an Earth tattoo it will never fade, no matter how often he regenerates or cuts off his own hand. It was given to him in his third incarnation. The mark of an exile of Gallifrey.

"Funny," the other man says, flexing his fingers and looking at his arm. "The things you get used to. Don't even notice til they're not there."

"Yeah," the Doctor says. He takes a step away from the other man. The other man who is everything he is but isn't. Another of the many subtle differences he wonders if Rose will notice.

He can't see how. He's always dressed in long coats and ruffled shirts, his arms covered. He can't think of a time he showed skin beyond his wristbone, it just isn't something he wants to think about. And his companions might ask about it. Liz did, and the resulting conversation was embarrassing. No, not just embarrassing. Humiliating.

And he didn't want to suffer that conversation. Not again. Not ever again.

Oh, the Doctor. The great and brilliant Doctor. President elect of the high council of Time Lords with a Paradoxical Criminal Dragon hiding under his shirtsleeves. He wonders if any of them remembered they had him branded. He wondered if they would've removed it if they did.

"It's really true," the other man says. "I'm not really the Doctor, then? You're Him, I'm just---"

"Stop it." The Doctor shakes his head. "It doesn't matter."

"Maybe not to you." The other man stands and picks up his suit jacket, pointedly draping it over his right arm. "So, Doctor? Am I cleared to go?"

The Doctor nods, slowly. "Yep. Perfect health."

"Brilliant." The other man looks over his shoulder, then turns and leaves. Back to the console room. Rose is waiting for him---or maybe she's waiting for the Doctor, it's very obvious now that the two are not the same.

One of them has two hearts, dirt under his nails, dark freckles, and an old brand that never went away. The other is new.

The Doctor envies him. He can remember Gallifrey, but doesn't have the mark to remember that he never truly belonged there.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 987
Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl. She had hair that was shining and gold and a smile that seemed to light up a room, even from infanthood. Wherever did you get a girl so beautiful? People would ask her parents. The little girl would then kick them and they'd scowl and walk away.

A beauty with thorns, they said. And so they called her Rose.

Rose grew up in a modest world. She was happy with her mother and her little life. A knight in tarnished armor arrived at her door every night trying to court her, offering her flowers and chocolate and promises he couldn't possibly keep in order to win her. It wasn't enough, really. None of it was enough.

Still, Rose was not unhappy. She had a roof over her head and the stars to stare up at every night. It just felt like there could be more than just this.

Then one day the Beast came.

Cut for spoilers to 4.13 'Journey's End'. )

Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,006
Inspired by this quote by Billie Piper.
As if things couldn't possibly have gotten any worse, it had decided to rain. The world was ending, different universes were bending and mixing beyond all reason, and in the midst of it all, it rained.

It was almost clichéd, really. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten) (AU)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 4,447
Written With The Amazing: [ profile] clever_wanderer
Companion piece to this.

He doesn't like to think about how it happened.

It simply did. It happened. One day you have both of them, and they laugh and joke and inappropriately flirt and it's all right because they're all right. Then the next…there's an accident. One of them is injured.

Of course, it's not the simple kind of injury that can be fixed. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,587
Based on RP in [ profile] relativespace
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?"

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 550

Special thanks to all the muses and muns who assisted in giving me quotes! You all rock!
The emergency situation has been rectified and the High Council has decreed that people be returned to their proper timelines/homes/universes. All the people you've met, they're being sent away. You'll never see them again.

The Council offers you a choice: wipe your memories so you don't remember, or keep them, even though you will be separated from the people you remember permanently? What do you choose, and why?

And just like that, it's over. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten) (Alt 4)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 984


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