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The Doctor's Diary - Part 1

CHARACTERS : Ten/Rose, Donna

RATING: FRC

Picture "Letters From" by swannkat at Deviant Art

Dear Rose,

Bet you weren’t expecting to hear from me again so soon. Doesn’t seem five minutes since we were on that beach rabbiting on, does it? You looked freezing. If you were here now I’d make you cocoa and get your fluffy pink bedsocks and rub your feet.

Thing is, it’s been the most amazing day. Well, busy. The kind of day you want to tell someone about when you get back. I know you’re never going to read this but I kept a diary for 500 years, and I meant to carry on before I got busy and let it drop. So, might as well take it up again. And I’m a very old man now, even if I don’t look it, so humour me.

I ended up at a wedding. Me, at a wedding. You won’t believe what happened. I was just standing there in the control room wondering how to get back on line, cos I ‘d thought of something else I wanted to say to you, and you know me, I never could resist a chance to rabbit on, when I looked up and there was this woman in a wedding dress. I kid you not. She just came out of nowhere. And she wasn’t very happy.

She was a lippy cow to be quite honest, and rude with it (ginger hair), and she seemed to think I went around beaming women up into the TARDIS to have my evil way with them. Actually, I’ll have to try that some time. At least it would give me something to do. Apart from cleaning the control room. You wouldn’t believe how shiny the place is these days. Sometimes the TARDIS deliberately moves things around just to make the place look lived in. Like your blue top. You know, the Frankenstein one, the one I always said looked like you’d chopped two different ones up and stuck them back together. Donna homed right in on that and started waving it about. Saying “Who was the last one you picked up then?” or words to that effect.

I took it off her and opened the doors to show her where she was. Or to shove her out of them. Only I finally got around to putting in that force field I kept saying I’d fix up so you’d get a better view. Typical. A beautiful nebula out there, you’d have loved it, and she stands there saying “See you in court, space man.” Don’t know why I bother.

Turned out she’d been walking up the aisle at her wedding and suddenly, out of nowhere, it was Beam me up Scotty. Or Donna. That’s her name.  Donna. All she wanted to do was to get back and that seemed fair enough, so when she’d calmed down a bit I asked her where she came from and it turned out to be Chiswick. Piece of cake. Only we ended up outside Henricks of all places, and it was blooming boiling, that’s why I didn’t realise it was Christmas Eve. And the wedding. I mean, who gets married on Christmas Eve? We got into a cab and I didn’t have any money – I haven’t been back to Earth since – well, for ages. And wedding dresses don’t have pockets, apparently. So I got out and went to a cashpoint, and when I turned round she’d gone. Then I saw her in a different cab, with a robot Santa driving it.  Yes, they’re back. I didn’t stop to think about it, I just clicked into Save Damsel in Distress mode and that was it.

I haven’t done a car chase in the TARDIS for years. It was good fun until the engine blew up. Managed to get alongside the cab and open the door and then she didn’t want to jump in. I’d forgotten some women are like that. And there she was yelling, “What happened to the one you lost, did she die?” And I shouted back, “No, she’s alive. So alive. Now get in, I’m not losing you as well.”

And she jumped.
 
  ********

Did you miss me?  Sorry to wander off like that. Just thought I’d go and make myself a cuppa, then I remembered it was Christmas Eve and it seemed like a good idea to have something a bit stronger and, well, you know how it is. I’ve only just woken up. Christmas morning. Well, it would be if I was still on Earth. Now, where were we?

After the chase, the TARDIS needed cooling down, so we stopped on a rooftop – nice view – and had a bit of a chinwag, then I took her on to what was left of the wedding. Blow me, there they were having the party without her. Said they’d paid for it so they might as well. The groom didn’t look exactly heartbroken, but she did. She had a little cry and, of course, a woman in a wedding dress doing that, big “Aah!” factor, they were all over her then, and in no time at all she was back in the swing of it. I think they forgot about me, apart from her mother saying, “Who is he, Donna?” every five minutes. I stood there for a while propping the bar up, counting the number of blondes on the dance floor. Thought about heading off, but I was curious, so I went over to the photographer bloke and got him to show me the video tape of when she vanished. Perfect stream of Huon energy. I’d know it anywhere. Ancient particle stuff – there’s a trace in the TARDIS and that was how she’d ended up with me. Huoed’ve thought it, eh? Thought you were safe from my terrible puns, didn’t you. No such luck.

Someone was after her, and they weren’t friendly. Next thing we knew the bloody Christmas tree was exploding. I found out she’d been temping for a company Torchwood owns. They’re like the Daleks, those bastards, keep turning up everywhere. More secret floors, more corridors, more monsters, more doing cool stuff with the sonic. All in a day’s work for me. Won’t bore you with all the details, except that when I stuck my head out of the top of the Thames Barrier the view of Canary Wharf was lovely, if you like that sort of thing. I don’t.

Turned out her fiancée was in on the plot. He’d been slipping stuff into her coffee for six months, then she walks down the aisle, mass of hormones going and BAM, they have a signal. It was kind of awkward, that bit. I mean, she obviously liked him and she was upset, and all he could say was “That’s what made it easy.” Bastard. Wish you’d been there. You’d  have given him one of your one-liner put-downs, put your arm around her, you were brilliant at all that stuff. Probably thought I didn’t notice at the time. Probably I didn’t. But I did when I ended up back in the TARDIS with this woman crying; that was never my area of expertise.

I took her back four and a half billion years, further than I’d ever gone before. Further back, that is. I mean, you remember going the other way, don’t you, that blue top. Oh Christ, I really must put that away. Trouble is, it means going into your room.

I was waiting for her to say “You think you’re so impressive.” Well, she didn’t, she made some crack about the Isle of Wight, actually, but at least she stopped crying and got some perspective. It was nice. More than nice, it was bloody fantastic. Beautiful. I always meant to show you that. I was going to take you to so many places. .Barcelona…..When you live as long as me you never think you’re going to run out of time, and then one day it’s just –

I think I’ll have another drink.

  ***********

We ended up draining the Thames. Yes, really! You’d have been wetting yourself laughing. Actually, you’d have wet yourself long before then, you never did like spiders did you? And the Empress of the Racnoss was a biiiiiig spider. A one-off. A survivor, the last of her kind, but she’d laid eggs down in the centre of the Earth and that needed sorting out. Another year, another bunch of aliens. Is that what you’re doing these days? Do you get any thanks for it, does anybody even notice? This Donna woman, she had a hangover when the Sycorax came, she was scuba-diving when the Cybermen were here, didn’t notice a bleeding thing. Maybe it’s time to find another hobby. Needlepoint, or something.

Lost Donna’s bloke down the plughole. Can’t say I shed any tears over that. All he wanted, he said, was to see the universe, to get the bigger picture. I guess he just met the wrong alien.

She wasn’t so bad really, Donna. Once she got it into her head that I wasn’t taking her to Mars. She was the last thing I felt like dealing with at the time, but maybe it was for the best. ‘Cos there were times today when everything was going on, and I was thinking on my feet and dashing about, helping people……..okay, it wasn’t exactly fun. But it helped to pass the time.

I can’t believe it’s only ten o’clock. I thought I’d been writing this for hours. I think there’s still a turkey dinner in the freezer. Looked in there yesterday – no, hang on, must have been last week – I haven’t cooked since then – and there was a dish of your mother’s shepherds pie with her writing on the label. All those instructions – she never did get it into her head that the TARDIS handles all of that. Nice thought, anyway. So the next time I fancy a new body, maybe I’ll bung that in the microwave.

Donna seemed to think I was a bit underweight. All that running, I suppose.

She’s the sort of girl I’d have had in the TARDIS without a second thought, once. I probably would have regretted it every time she opened her mouth, but it was good having someone around for an hour or two. Oh, I dunno. It’s just the thought of all that explaining again. Yes, it’s bigger on the inside, no I’m not from Mars, no, just call me the Doctor. I never seemed to have to do all that with you, you knew somehow, or at least you waited ‘till it just came up in the conversation. If I could just hand them a little information pack as they walked in, I might have found somebody else by now. But as it is, I can’t be arsed.

She invited me for Christmas dinner but I didn’t go. Don’t do domestic any more.

Wasn’t easy getting rid of her. She wanted to know my entire life story – that would have given her more than she bargained for. When she asked about you, I buggered off. Hope she didn’t think that I was rude.

It’s Christmas Day. I keep thinking about that.

Did you miss me?

I miss you.


Cross posted to time_and_chips and Teaspoon.

Comments

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rjrog77
Nov. 28th, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)

This ... this is lovely. You have the babble that this Doctor is famous for, and yet there's the occasional glimpse of the heart-broken man beneath.

When I first read this I thought that it wasn't quite right to have him go in at a hundred miles an hour about something completely irrelevant, but then I read it again and realised that that's his coping mechanism. Take that away from him and he has nothing left at all with which to protect himself emotionally.

Looking forward to (re-)reading the rest of this.

catsfiction
Nov. 28th, 2007 01:42 am (UTC)
Aha, someone else who can't sleep. I wonder why?

I remember writing this so vividly last Christmas night. Another night when I couldn't sleep, because everybody else had gone off to bed full of pudding and happy thoughts and I was sitting there with my heart completely broken, going over the last scene of TRB in my head, and unable to share it with anybody, because they'd think I was nuts to get so churned up about a cheesy TV show.

I haven't even told anybody in my family about You Know What yet because it means so much more to me than it would to them.

Reading this over I think it works - it was a challenge finding ways to make the pain bleed through, yet stay in character. The bit that gets me most now is when he makes that awful pun and there's nobody around to laugh.
rjrog77
Nov. 29th, 2007 02:05 am (UTC)

Aha, someone else who can't sleep. I wonder why?

Oh, a combination of things; these days I'm lucky if I see sleep before 2AM. The latest news has had some bearing on it, though :)

I remember writing this so vividly last Christmas night. Another night when I couldn't sleep, because everybody else had gone off to bed full of pudding and happy thoughts and I was sitting there with my heart completely broken, going over the last scene of TRB in my head, and unable to share it with anybody, because they'd think I was nuts to get so churned up about a cheesy TV show.

I watched The Runaway Bride all alone last Christmas (my family live in the West Country and I had the 'flu so I was stuck in my flat here in London feeling bloody miserable; watching TRB did not help that feeling in the slightest) ... I know the feeling well of having to watch that character being completely broken and not be able to talk about it to anyone because it's "just a TV show" and "not real", etc., etc.

I haven't even told anybody in my family about You Know What yet because it means so much more to me than it would to them.

Snap. In my case, my lot don't even know I write Who fan-fiction and have certainly never seen any of my stuff. I doubt they'd think I was anything but weird if they did.


Reading this over I think it works - it was a challenge finding ways to make the pain bleed through, yet stay in character. The bit that gets me most now is when he makes that awful pun and there's nobody around to laugh.

Yeah ... that horrible pun is him all over, and she would always laugh at them, but now ... the thing that got me about this chapter is when he says "Don’t do domestic any more" and "Did you miss me? I miss you."

I read Chapter 2 this morning and that about broke my heart ... I'll probably comment on that tomorrow (or today, as 'tis now).

It's so good to be able to read this sort of fic (it's very, very good but you know I love your fic by now [and if you don't, you should]) and to be able to comment on it and not feel that the person who's written it will think me weird. (You have no idea how nervous I was to post that first comment on A Hole in my Shoe; it sat open on my internet window for months before I posted, mainly because I thought you'd hate what I had to say.)

sensiblecat
Nov. 30th, 2007 02:34 pm (UTC)
Oh, I really would hate to think of anyone being nervous to comment on my stuff. The only comments that ever rub me up the wrong way are those clearly motivated by fanwank and nothing to do with whether my writing works or not. In fact, I thoroughly enjoy a civil writing chat and have regular ones with my two beta babes. You're welcome to join in. I'm on ruth.waterton@googlemail.com if you're interested.
rjrog77
Dec. 2nd, 2007 03:11 am (UTC)

Here I am again - at stupid o'clock in the morning, again! - wondering whether you prefer comments, etc. by e-mail; writing chat sure sounds interesting though.

I'm on ten.the.doctor@gmail.com (highly original, I know) if you're interested yourself.

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