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Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Title: A Good Expositional Explanation
Series: A Good Old Normal, Human Life (Part Five)
Word Count: (so far) 6715
Summary: What happens after the Doctor leaves Rose and his human counterpart behind on Pete's world?
Character/s: The (Human) Doctor, Harold Saxon, Rose, Tish Jones, Ianto Jones
Pairings: Bit of TenII/Rose, (will mainly be Doctor/Master or Smith/Saxon in future parts)
A/N: Most screen caps from the sonic biro site or the power of google-fu
Catch up? : Prologue, Welcome to Number Ten Mr Smith, Saxon and Smith, Enter the Judoon
Once he had locked them in his study Saxon circled the Doctor and asked, "So, Time Lord DNA?"
“A little,” the Doctor admitted. “You?” he risked adding. Saxon paused for a moment; he looked surprised, before he continued.
“We’re talking about you now, John,” he said, as he stopped in front of him; a hairsbreadth away. The Doctor didn’t move, didn’t take a breath as Saxon reached forward and placed a hand on first the left side of his chest, then the right. “One heart.” He reached down and took one of the Doctor’s hands. “Human body temperature.”
“Same as you,” the Doctor said in response. Saxon’s eyes snapped up from their study of the Doctor’s hands.
“Not exactly the same as me, I’d wager,” he frowned but didn’t step back. “You mentioned that you knew the Doctor, in your reality. That you had travelled with him.”
“Yes.” It wasn’t a lie after all.
“What are you then?” Saxon leaned impossibly closer and squinted at the Doctor’s features. “His child? Grandchild? Some sort of human – Time Lord half breed,” he said with a slight curl to his lip. He took the Doctor’s chin between his fingers in a harsh grip, “Tell me.” Saxon's eyes bore into the Doctor’s with all the intensity of the Master behind them.
“It’s complicated,” the Doctor breathed.
“I’m an intelligent man Mr Smith,” Saxon said sharply.
“Why don’t you let me go,” the Doctor said, he reached a hand up and tugged Saxon’s own away from him, “And I’ll explain?”
Saxon nodded, retreated to his desk and sat on the top. That was not what the Doctor had intended, but perhaps it was for the best. Distractions always detracted from a good expositional explanation after all.
The Doctor ran a hand through his hair. “It’s kind of a long-”
“Get on with it,” Saxon snapped. The Master snapped? The Doctor still wasn’t sure enough to commit to changing pronouns just yet.
“Right, so. The Doctor, there, he had his hand chopped off in a fight,” he began.
“What on Earth has that got to do with anything?” Saxon complained, arms crossed, glare in place.
“I’ll get there,” the Doctor said in irritation.
“Fine, fine. I’ll just make myself comfortable then, shall I?” And he did, pulled himself up on to the desk so he was sitting cross legged.
“It went missing for while, but he found it, kept it on the Tardis. And then he was shot, by a Dalek. He started to regenerate, but the hand absorbed most of the energy, so he healed but didn’t change,” he paused.
“That’s ridiculous,” Saxon scoffed. “How did a hand absorb all that?”
“Exactly, so there were a lot of other things going on, but basically the Doctor’s then companion happened to be trapped in the Tardis alone with this hand.”
“And let me guess, the ape got in the way somehow?”
“Hey, her name was Donna and she was bloody brilliant! Best temp in Chiswick!” he grinned and waggled his fingers miming typing. “Anyway, yeah there was a bit of turbulence; she touched the hand and bang! Instantaneous biological meta crisis!”
“And bang, you,” Saxon said with a frown. “You’re the Doctor,” he said slowly. “The Doctor’s hand,” he added as an afterthought.
“Well, with just the right amount of Donna Noble mixed in,” he answered.
“Can you regenerate?” he asked.
“No, I’m all human,” he spread his arms. Saxon jumped off the desk full of sudden frenetic energy.
“This is not good, exile was good enough for me but you,” he paused and prodded the Doctor in the sternum. “You, they’ll want dead.”
“Who? What have I done?” the Doctor demanded.
“The time Lords! The High Council! Everyone!” Saxon spat. “And you, you tore the universe in two!”
“I did not!”
“Did too!”
“Did n- look we could do this all day, if you just explain. They’re alive?”
“Who?”
“The Time Lords, they’re alive here? Gallifrey’s intact?”
“Yes, all of them, unfortunately,” he muttered.
“And there were never any Dalek’s? No war, which means, they were never driven to...” the Doctor trailed off and grinned. “They’re how they’re supposed to be, how I remember them.”
“Oh God, you’re not going to cry or something are you?”
“In my universe they’re all gone. I had to end it, I used the Moment, they’re all gone,” he explained haltingly.
“Time-lock?” The Doctor nodded. “Clever. Well they’re all here and they aren’t going to be happy to see you.”
“Why, what did the Doctor do here?”
“He went back, he undid the Daleks, stopped them from being created.”
“I was ordered to do that, I failed though. And even if I hadn’t the paradox-”
“Exactly! You had to know about the Dalek’s to go and undo them. But if you undid them you wouldn’t know about them. Big round circle, we looped round and round, the universe started splitting in two. Time wanted you to choose something else, to escape the loop, but you as ever were too stubborn!” Saxon laughed. “Time settled on another choice, started pulling us in that direction. In your direction.”
“A universe with Dalek’s, the Time War and a conclusion where all Time Lords die,” the Doctor answered, catching on.
“And they didn’t like that, did they?”
“How-?”
“They let the split happen, two separate universes in parallel with one another. Identical but for one act, tied together by one man’s decision.”
“But the paradox - how is this universe stable?”
“Because it is connected to the other where the Doctor’s decision meant he remembers the Daleks, through a series of rifts in space and time.”
“Cardiff,” The Doctor breathed. “There was a gauntlet. It came through the rift there.”
“I do believe one of our colleagues lost her glove in a tussle with a travelling salesman on this little planet half a century or so back.”
The Doctor dropped into one of the chairs in front of Saxon’s desk and put his head in his hands. “It shouldn’t be possible,” he murmured. An entire universe with no Dalek’s, no Time War, at the expense of his. It was unfair; brilliant but completely impossible.
“We could work it through, figure it out. Do the math. If you wanted.” The Doctor glanced up; Saxon was inspecting his fingernails, seemingly nonchalant. The Doctor grinned and held out his hand. The Master seized it in his and pulled him from the chair.
“Come on,” he said and led the Doctor from the room.
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Read Part Six: Extreme Pictionary and a Bit of Snogging
Title: A Good Expositional Explanation
Series: A Good Old Normal, Human Life (Part Five)
Word Count: (so far) 6715
Summary: What happens after the Doctor leaves Rose and his human counterpart behind on Pete's world?
Character/s: The (Human) Doctor, Harold Saxon, Rose, Tish Jones, Ianto Jones
Pairings: Bit of TenII/Rose, (will mainly be Doctor/Master or Smith/Saxon in future parts)
A/N: Most screen caps from the sonic biro site or the power of google-fu
Catch up? : Prologue, Welcome to Number Ten Mr Smith, Saxon and Smith, Enter the Judoon
Once he had locked them in his study Saxon circled the Doctor and asked, "So, Time Lord DNA?"
“A little,” the Doctor admitted. “You?” he risked adding. Saxon paused for a moment; he looked surprised, before he continued.
“We’re talking about you now, John,” he said, as he stopped in front of him; a hairsbreadth away. The Doctor didn’t move, didn’t take a breath as Saxon reached forward and placed a hand on first the left side of his chest, then the right. “One heart.” He reached down and took one of the Doctor’s hands. “Human body temperature.”
“Same as you,” the Doctor said in response. Saxon’s eyes snapped up from their study of the Doctor’s hands.
“Not exactly the same as me, I’d wager,” he frowned but didn’t step back. “You mentioned that you knew the Doctor, in your reality. That you had travelled with him.”
“Yes.” It wasn’t a lie after all.
“What are you then?” Saxon leaned impossibly closer and squinted at the Doctor’s features. “His child? Grandchild? Some sort of human – Time Lord half breed,” he said with a slight curl to his lip. He took the Doctor’s chin between his fingers in a harsh grip, “Tell me.” Saxon's eyes bore into the Doctor’s with all the intensity of the Master behind them.
“It’s complicated,” the Doctor breathed.
“I’m an intelligent man Mr Smith,” Saxon said sharply.
“Why don’t you let me go,” the Doctor said, he reached a hand up and tugged Saxon’s own away from him, “And I’ll explain?”
Saxon nodded, retreated to his desk and sat on the top. That was not what the Doctor had intended, but perhaps it was for the best. Distractions always detracted from a good expositional explanation after all.
The Doctor ran a hand through his hair. “It’s kind of a long-”
“Get on with it,” Saxon snapped. The Master snapped? The Doctor still wasn’t sure enough to commit to changing pronouns just yet.
“Right, so. The Doctor, there, he had his hand chopped off in a fight,” he began.
“What on Earth has that got to do with anything?” Saxon complained, arms crossed, glare in place.
“I’ll get there,” the Doctor said in irritation.
“Fine, fine. I’ll just make myself comfortable then, shall I?” And he did, pulled himself up on to the desk so he was sitting cross legged.
“It went missing for while, but he found it, kept it on the Tardis. And then he was shot, by a Dalek. He started to regenerate, but the hand absorbed most of the energy, so he healed but didn’t change,” he paused.
“That’s ridiculous,” Saxon scoffed. “How did a hand absorb all that?”
“Exactly, so there were a lot of other things going on, but basically the Doctor’s then companion happened to be trapped in the Tardis alone with this hand.”
“And let me guess, the ape got in the way somehow?”
“Hey, her name was Donna and she was bloody brilliant! Best temp in Chiswick!” he grinned and waggled his fingers miming typing. “Anyway, yeah there was a bit of turbulence; she touched the hand and bang! Instantaneous biological meta crisis!”
“And bang, you,” Saxon said with a frown. “You’re the Doctor,” he said slowly. “The Doctor’s hand,” he added as an afterthought.
“Well, with just the right amount of Donna Noble mixed in,” he answered.
“Can you regenerate?” he asked.
“No, I’m all human,” he spread his arms. Saxon jumped off the desk full of sudden frenetic energy.
“This is not good, exile was good enough for me but you,” he paused and prodded the Doctor in the sternum. “You, they’ll want dead.”
“Who? What have I done?” the Doctor demanded.
“The time Lords! The High Council! Everyone!” Saxon spat. “And you, you tore the universe in two!”
“I did not!”
“Did too!”
“Did n- look we could do this all day, if you just explain. They’re alive?”
“Who?”
“The Time Lords, they’re alive here? Gallifrey’s intact?”
“Yes, all of them, unfortunately,” he muttered.
“And there were never any Dalek’s? No war, which means, they were never driven to...” the Doctor trailed off and grinned. “They’re how they’re supposed to be, how I remember them.”
“Oh God, you’re not going to cry or something are you?”
“In my universe they’re all gone. I had to end it, I used the Moment, they’re all gone,” he explained haltingly.
“Time-lock?” The Doctor nodded. “Clever. Well they’re all here and they aren’t going to be happy to see you.”
“Why, what did the Doctor do here?”
“He went back, he undid the Daleks, stopped them from being created.”
“I was ordered to do that, I failed though. And even if I hadn’t the paradox-”
“Exactly! You had to know about the Dalek’s to go and undo them. But if you undid them you wouldn’t know about them. Big round circle, we looped round and round, the universe started splitting in two. Time wanted you to choose something else, to escape the loop, but you as ever were too stubborn!” Saxon laughed. “Time settled on another choice, started pulling us in that direction. In your direction.”
“A universe with Dalek’s, the Time War and a conclusion where all Time Lords die,” the Doctor answered, catching on.
“And they didn’t like that, did they?”
“How-?”
“They let the split happen, two separate universes in parallel with one another. Identical but for one act, tied together by one man’s decision.”
“But the paradox - how is this universe stable?”
“Because it is connected to the other where the Doctor’s decision meant he remembers the Daleks, through a series of rifts in space and time.”
“Cardiff,” The Doctor breathed. “There was a gauntlet. It came through the rift there.”
“I do believe one of our colleagues lost her glove in a tussle with a travelling salesman on this little planet half a century or so back.”
The Doctor dropped into one of the chairs in front of Saxon’s desk and put his head in his hands. “It shouldn’t be possible,” he murmured. An entire universe with no Dalek’s, no Time War, at the expense of his. It was unfair; brilliant but completely impossible.
“We could work it through, figure it out. Do the math. If you wanted.” The Doctor glanced up; Saxon was inspecting his fingernails, seemingly nonchalant. The Doctor grinned and held out his hand. The Master seized it in his and pulled him from the chair.
“Come on,” he said and led the Doctor from the room.
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I love the interaction between the Doctor and the Master here, it's so scintillating. I loved how the Master was inspecting the Doctor, touching his chest to find his heart, and then taking his hand in his to see that he had a warmer body temperature, that was just so exciting, and yet so very erotic the way he was being so tender.
And, the fact that the Time Lords are still there in that parallel universe is quite intriguing! I loved this bit at the end, I thought it was so lovely:
“We could work it through, figure it out. Do the math. If you wanted.” The Doctor glanced up; Saxon was inspecting his fingernails, seemingly nonchalant. The Doctor grinned and held out his hand. The Master seized it in his and pulled him from the chair.
“Come on,” he said and led the Doctor from the room.
I'm really looking forward to the next chapter now, I can't wait to see what happens next. I'm loving these two together. :D Thanks again for another exciting update. :D
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I love that the Doctor drags everyone around by the hand, thought it'd be a change for him to be on the other end! :)
Thanks for taking the time to comment!!
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Yeah, it's definitely nice to see the Doctor getting dragged around for once, quite a welcome change. I have to agree. :D
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Thank you for commenting!
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:)
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The play with hands is wonderful. The reasoning behind this reality is great too.
Can't wait to read more!
All best,
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Pure elation, a little bit of angst (sometimes - a lot of it!) and o'course all the craziness that drives the whole show.
Your story is like a miniature version of it. Not on the same scale but delicious nontheless! Great work you you do with it!
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Thank you again, you're too lovely! Next part will be up tomorrow, your comments made me work harder!! :)
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You know.
I was expecting the OTHER part of my theory to be right.
O.o
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I like that part though, i may use it at another point :)