New fic. You lucky people...

New bit of fic, not very good (not that any of it is, of course) but at least it's new. Very short, so don't fret!
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Wrong.




Wrong.

He was wrong, he'd done wrong and now... now he was no better that him. The man he'd watched destroy the earth, the man who had killed and maimed and tortured the earth for 365 days. The man who had hunted someone that had been asked to do an impossible mission, and had killed anyone who had been in the way of getting to her. The man who wouldn't accept that he could not do everything and that he shouldn't be able to do everything but still wanted everything. He was like him now. He had destroyed time. Destroyed it because it wasn't what he wanted, so he had made it fit to his thoughts, his wants, his will. Time will obey me, he'd bellowed. Why now? Why not when they had all gone, all burned, why not when he'd lost everything, why not when thousands of people had been dying every day, why not to make them forget the pain, why not to make her remember without pain? What was it about that one day on Mars, that person, that situation that had made him fall, made him become HIM.

He has now become everything he hates - judgemental, vindictive, power-hungry and superior. He's gone too far, he knows it, The TARDIS knows it, the universe knows it. And he wants to stay; he's not ready to pay the price, not ready to leave it all behind, to become a new face, new body, new man. He wants to be this man forever. And there is just enough of the power-mad wrath of the Timelord Victorious left in him to think he can do that, still enough of the other HIM left to rage and decide it's not going to happen, not going to happen because he says so.

'No!'

He throws the lever and hangs on.

Dreamlife...

I really sound like I have no life on this blog, but I kind of do have one, honest. I just seem to talk more about one aspect on here. And this post is not really going to change that, because it's predictibly about Mr Tennant again. But it's his fault, as he has invaded my dreams twice this week, and odd-ish dreams they have been as well.

First one was... well, we won't say quite what it was, but the strange thing it was it was very 'Peepshow' esque. You know most dreams are kind of a mixture of you experiencing it but also looking from the outside? (well, they are for me!) this was just all about his face, very close and... well, just very close as we... talked. Yes. It was extremely vivid and although lovely it was also strange to recall when I woke up.

Second dream was last night - a weird mixture of him as himself, and also as the Doctor. There was some sort of story, involving the end of the world, something to do with blood and something he was carrying; I can't quite remember what it all was, but it may have something to do with me watching Film 2009 and JR reviewing the film 2012 just before I fell asleep. Anyways, it was all quite odd, but this time in vivid touching feeling way - no, not like that! He had shirtsleeves on but I can still remember the feel of the skin and hair on his arm, and holding his hand (not a soppy as it sounds) And again, the face very close as he talked, all eyes and expressions. ( I would also like to say here that I put him in a particularly fetching shirt and if I could design clothes I would because it was, even if I say so myself, bloody nice.)

Anyways, now I've made myself sound like even more of a complete nutter than I already have, I wish I knew why he keeps invading my dreams in such a vivid way this week - not that I'm complaining, but they were just such unusual dreams, particularly the very close ups of his face. I don't know what my dreams are trying to tell me, but I'm prepared to listen if it wants to tell me some more....

Crikey!

So.

I went to see the Graham Norton show filming. Nothing much special about that. Ahh, but this show had a certain Mr Tennant as guest, so therefore was pretty damn good. This is the story of that show...

After mailing the show when they asked for DW fans, I was more than surprised to be offered tickets with reserved seats - had to be there by 5.30, no queuing really and taken in early. Lovely! Then had another mail, asking for questions for David about DW. Send a couple off, one being about the Myrka, but with no hope of being picked to ask anything (my feeling was right, but never mind)

Met Alison in the pub (my plus one), went down to studio and waited a little while in the freezing wind, then got wrist bands and taken into the studio. Our seats had our names on, and I was fourth row centre, so was very pleased.

Warm up man came and went and finally, time to start the show. David was first out and, blessings of blessings, appeared to be wearing a brown velvet suit, white shirt and pink/blue flowered tie. Alison and I are sure it is velvet and sure it is new - nicely fitted and very VERY smart. Hair looked good... Good hair.

So much happened, it is so difficult to remember it all - He did at one point do a very dramatic impression of Timothy Dalton's voiceover in the upcoming eps, called himself a fanboy, did another very good impression of a fanboy when discussing DW being broadcast on a Sunday for the first time - 'I think you'll find, Mr Norton that 'The Christmas Invasion' was broadcast on Sunday, Christmas Day falling on that day that year.' He also talked about 'Rex' a little, mentioned he'd done 'a few' auditions in the US, and also that the final filming of DW was very emotional, that he doesn't think it's really sunk in yet that he's left, but he will always be 'the Doctor'. There was also a quite filthy but very funny conversation between him and Johnny Vegas about a Pringles tube that I'm sure won't get left in, but his face was priceless during most of it (as it was during most of Johnny's stories, really)

There is more I'm forgetting, I'm sure - I think what I'll do is leave it at that now because I really do have to be up for work at 4.30 am tomorrow and it is nearly 12am already. I will blog more if/when I remember tomorrow afternoon.