Fic Commentary Meme

[mihane_echo]

Oh hell. >B

Ganked from katherine_b shamelessly.

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I

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[time_converges]

Ooh, this one from "Just Like Old Times" :

Donna's chest tightened. "Do you know me from three years ago? When I lost my memory?"

"What do you think?"

She moved closer, enough to feel his slim body against hers. She reached out and cupped his cheek; the man shut his eyes and leaned into her touch, releasing a soft gasp. With her other hand she brushed her fingers over his knuckles and he opened his hand. Their fingers laced together automatically. Instinctively.

"I think I loved you." Her heart was a warm bubble in her throat, rising and growing larger even as she tried to speak around it. "I think that I wanted to be with you forever, and I think the thing that's been missing in my life all this time is you."

The man opened his eyes. His voice trembled as he spoke one word. "Yes."

The bubble melted and Donna felt tears well in her eyes. "I dreamed of you. I dreamt that you loved me back." She smiled mirthfully, unable to contain her emotion. "Did you?"

The man shook his head briefly, running his fingers lightly over her hair, down her cheek, his eyes roaming over her face and savouring each curve and line he found there. He cupped her chin with his thumb and forefinger and drew closer to her.

"Do I," he breathed.

[mihane_echo]

Aaah, tl;dr. How I love thee.

Well, the idea behind Just Like Old Times is, and (if I end up continuing it someday) will always be, that Donna never remembers him. I'll be honest, it's a complete rip-off of 50 First Dates, except that Donna's memory doesn't reset every morning. Everything from the eve of her wedding to Lance to the day she woke up when the Doctor brought her home is gone. Except she has these dreams, this dream of the love of her life, and she wakes up every morning missing him, but she can't really miss him because she doesn't know him. That was the idea I wanted to play with.

And then the other thing is that I say three years, because the Doctor's been watching her for at least a year, waiting to see if she ever remembers. The only reason he actually comes forward is because he's convinced himself that nothing he says or does will ever bring her memory back, therefore its safe to be with her, and that's really the only thing he wants to do, so badly.

One of the themes I love to play with when it comes to writing the Doctor is selfishness; how he views the things he wants and whether or not he can allow himself to have those things. It sort of came up in The Waters of Mars when he finally does something HE wants to do, because HE wants to do it, regardless of the consequences (although the decisions I have him making are on a much smaller, less angrypants scale.)

I tend to write the Doctor with this knowledge that he's that close to stepping over the line, and that's what keeps him from doing the things he wants to do and being with the people he wants to be with. (Which then parallels how I write Donna, which is that she pushes him to be a little bit more selfish and take a bit more initiative regarding his own desires. Not to dangerous levels, just enough for him to be happy once in a while instead of lonely and miserable but coping.)