Drabbles

The Face of Boe’s secret

April 19, 2006

“Welcome for a third and final time, Doctor. And my secret is… “I am your father… no, wait, that’s not it, sorry, memory’s not what it was… Soylent Green is people!… er… it’ll come to me in a minute… Laura Palmer’s father is BOB? The Apes’ planet is really Earth? Bruce Willis is a ghost? […]

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Another Year On

November 28, 2000

She strolled down towards Via Fossa. Three hours to get ready tonight, more than she spent for her first date with Michael Chambers in Year 12. The door swung open, knocking the gift from her hand. Picking it up, she realized who was passing her. “Nathan!” she called. “Happy seventeenth!” He looked at her like […]

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The Cherub

June 27, 2000

He had skin of gold. In all Stuart’s nights of searching for the perfect man, he’d never found flesh of such perfection. The boy stared all around, taking in the sights of the cobbled street. Every so often their eyes locked, and a gentle smile emerged. All too soon, his gaze started wandering again, desperately […]

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Unconventional

June 20, 2000

Vince took a deep breath and burst through the door. It wasn’t what he had been expecting. No long scarves, no silver foil Cyberman costumes - some of them even had decent haircuts. It was nice to feel like he wasn’t alone. There were other Doctor Who fans out there. He bought a Budweiser (declining […]

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Imperfect Timing

June 6, 2000

“You will wait for me, won’t you?” The warm squeeze of her shoulder told her everything. Mel began the walk up the driveway. It had only been a few months since leaving home, yet to her parents she had been away for nearly fifteen years. She wondered what to expect: would Dad have given up […]

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Today…

May 16, 2000

Stuart Alan Jones had done some seriously stupid things in his time, but this had to be right up there with the worst of them. For someone who normally felt no shame, he was absolutely shitting himself. He looked over to his mother. She could barely raise a smile in support, but her presence was […]

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Post mortem

May 14, 2000

“Well I think he captured us all really well,” Vince said as the Weather Girls segued into the theme music. “Of course you do,” grumbled Stuart. “You’re the everyman hero who every mother wishes their faggoty son will meet and settle down with.” “But you’re the one that everybody will want to fuck all night.” […]

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And So, It Begins

May 8, 2000

Friday night started with the usual tales of previous exploits. Vince was bursting. “You’ll never guess who he was,” he said. “Works in television: fantastic! He lists all the programmes he’s worked on and I’m thinking: Oh my God! And then when he tells me his name, it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven. […]

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Genesis of Despair

August 18, 1999

Despair had been trying to ensnare her nemesis for aeons. Now she had hit on the perfect plan. A quick manipulation of a backwards little planet (whose inhabitants were far too up themselves for her liking) and the plan was in place. How ironic — that the bringer of hope would trap himself in her […]

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Time For Bed (Boing!)

July 21, 1999

“Wheeeee!” squealed Jo as the Magic Roundabout span. “This Land of Fiction is fun!” “Watch out!” cried the Doctor, as Ermintrude stampeded through the garden. Her distress’ source was soon apparent. Imhotep and the remainder of the cast of The Mummy ran amok. A eunuch servant jumped piggyback onto Florence, causing her great discomfort. The […]

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Destiny’s Book

July 19, 1999

Destiny casts no shadow as he walks through his garden. His blind eyes read every page of the book chained to his arms. He knows he should not express opinion on the truths therein, but feels a thrill as the one known as The Doctor appears once more within its pages. He frowns. Surely not…? […]

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So the costume was HER idea…

July 8, 1999

He sat on the bridge between the Dreaming and her own realm when she found him, thin and blond this time. “Hello,” he beamed. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” But when she smiled, he remembered and his face fell. “Oh. You. Does that mean I’m… Are you going to…?” “Maybe one day, but not today.” […]

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Funeral blues (And yellows. And reds. And greens. And…)

March 31, 1999

The mourners wore black. The Doctor wore every other colour. He told Peri that funerals should be a time of celebration. “Life is ephemeral for the individual, but eternal for society.” Peri replied that the melancholy atmosphere at funerals was necessary. The Doctor shushed her. “Killjoy.” On his other side, a friend of the deceased […]

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