WANTED: Rogue Muse has Absconded with NaNoWriMo Fanfic
What on earth, you guys. I'm so confused- is it normal to sit down to write a story and suddenly have it throw plot points at you out of nowhere? I have a Ten/Donna fix it fic that's been stewing in my mind for months, and I finally decided to crack down and write it for Camp NaNoWriMo. My muse was being beautifully cooperative, solving all of the deliberations I had been hung up on effortlessly as the story went on the page. But then, I had to go and feed it reruns. And it lost its mind or something!
Look at this!
His eyes snapped back open and he jumped slightly at her sudden shriek.
“What the blazes do you think you're doing?! Gerroff me!”
Quickly retracting his hands, the Doctor barely avoided being head-butted as she tried to sit up. Awkwardly assisting her, they were soon both seated semi-comfortably on the console room floor. It was then that the Doctor finally met Donna Noble's indignant stare. His Adam's apple bobbed slowly as he swallowed. Even the ever-humming Tardis seemed to hold her breath in the silence that followed.
In that instant that seemed to stretch on forever, he made a conscious decision that as long as he could look into those blue eyes that revealed her very soul, the questions could wait. He wasn't going to waste a second of that precious time.
Donna is here. Right now that's all that matters.
Donna stared at the man in front of her with an angry glare that was steadily replaced by a look of discomfort, as she eyed the almost manic grin that had appeared on his face.
“Hello Donna.”
The Doctor settled his hands on her shoulders and swiftly pulled her into a crushing hug, holding on as if his life depended on it. It was more than a little awkward, seated on the floor as they were. She could hardly breathe and struggled for a moment, before giving in to the inexplicable relief and comfort the familiar gesture provided. Wrapping her arms around the daft, maddening, wonderful alien she all but forgot to miss, Donna returned the hug for all she was worth.
The Tardis herself shared in and reflected their unbridled joy at being reunited. The room seemed to glow brighter, a warm, comforting yellowish orange seeping from the coral, as bright as her very heart. Lights flickered across the console and her pleasant hum strengthened until it palpably filled the room.
The pair of friends on the floor perceived none of this. Still hugging each other as if their lives depended on it, Donna and the Doctor were blind to the world around them.
Then I went and watched Planet of the Ood, The Poison Sky/Sontaran Strategem, and The Stolen Earth/Journey's End.
And then THIS happened!Donna took both of his hands in her own and said, “Doctor, please, just tell me what's going on. Whatever it is, we can face it. Together.”
Though her words were meant to sound encouraging, it was all she could do to bury the rising panic that his stillness inspired. She had only seen him look like that once before, when the Earth was gone forever and he was helpless to do anything about it.
She laid a hand on his shoulder. “Doctor, please.”
His eyes slowly came back into focus, searching her face for something indecipherable. He cleared his throat, blinking rapidly as he struggled to cope enough to explain.
“It's the Tardis, Donna. Somehow, she's changed what happened to me in this moment, like, something that happened in my future made her fight her strongest instincts, cross our timelines and alter them so much that she created another universe. And now, she's holding it all together. She...” He turned his head to stare at the console once again. “She's cannibalizing herself to maintain this timeline. It's like... she's willing to fall apart to keep that change in place. And if we don't do something...” His eyes filled with a look of pain and hopelessness that wrenched at her heartstrings. It was a miracle he was keeping it together at all if he felt half as upset as he looked. Dread and fear threatened to overwhelm Donna as she watched the last of the time lords lose all hope.
“She, she's going to die, Donna. And I can't...” His voice broke and he barely choked out the words. “I can't save her.”
Donna watched as the most brilliant, wonderful, amazing man she knew fell apart. It started with the tears coursing down his face, then his shoulders began shaking. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, as his body was wracked with barely audible sobs.
She could to this. She could hold it together, for his sake. “Shh, shh... shhh... there, there,” she murmured, rubbing his back with one hand. “It'll be alright, I'm here...”What the hell are we going to do?
I dunno, maybe it's just a phase. It does make my plot more interesting... but I do have a few other ideas now that I've taken a step back. ::shrugs::
So, back to my question: is it normal for stories to write themselves? Because I feel like mine's trying to run off without me.
Look at this!
His eyes snapped back open and he jumped slightly at her sudden shriek.
“What the blazes do you think you're doing?! Gerroff me!”
Quickly retracting his hands, the Doctor barely avoided being head-butted as she tried to sit up. Awkwardly assisting her, they were soon both seated semi-comfortably on the console room floor. It was then that the Doctor finally met Donna Noble's indignant stare. His Adam's apple bobbed slowly as he swallowed. Even the ever-humming Tardis seemed to hold her breath in the silence that followed.
In that instant that seemed to stretch on forever, he made a conscious decision that as long as he could look into those blue eyes that revealed her very soul, the questions could wait. He wasn't going to waste a second of that precious time.
Donna is here. Right now that's all that matters.
Donna stared at the man in front of her with an angry glare that was steadily replaced by a look of discomfort, as she eyed the almost manic grin that had appeared on his face.
“Hello Donna.”
The Doctor settled his hands on her shoulders and swiftly pulled her into a crushing hug, holding on as if his life depended on it. It was more than a little awkward, seated on the floor as they were. She could hardly breathe and struggled for a moment, before giving in to the inexplicable relief and comfort the familiar gesture provided. Wrapping her arms around the daft, maddening, wonderful alien she all but forgot to miss, Donna returned the hug for all she was worth.
The Tardis herself shared in and reflected their unbridled joy at being reunited. The room seemed to glow brighter, a warm, comforting yellowish orange seeping from the coral, as bright as her very heart. Lights flickered across the console and her pleasant hum strengthened until it palpably filled the room.
The pair of friends on the floor perceived none of this. Still hugging each other as if their lives depended on it, Donna and the Doctor were blind to the world around them.
Then I went and watched Planet of the Ood, The Poison Sky/Sontaran Strategem, and The Stolen Earth/Journey's End.
And then THIS happened!Donna took both of his hands in her own and said, “Doctor, please, just tell me what's going on. Whatever it is, we can face it. Together.”
Though her words were meant to sound encouraging, it was all she could do to bury the rising panic that his stillness inspired. She had only seen him look like that once before, when the Earth was gone forever and he was helpless to do anything about it.
She laid a hand on his shoulder. “Doctor, please.”
His eyes slowly came back into focus, searching her face for something indecipherable. He cleared his throat, blinking rapidly as he struggled to cope enough to explain.
“It's the Tardis, Donna. Somehow, she's changed what happened to me in this moment, like, something that happened in my future made her fight her strongest instincts, cross our timelines and alter them so much that she created another universe. And now, she's holding it all together. She...” He turned his head to stare at the console once again. “She's cannibalizing herself to maintain this timeline. It's like... she's willing to fall apart to keep that change in place. And if we don't do something...” His eyes filled with a look of pain and hopelessness that wrenched at her heartstrings. It was a miracle he was keeping it together at all if he felt half as upset as he looked. Dread and fear threatened to overwhelm Donna as she watched the last of the time lords lose all hope.
“She, she's going to die, Donna. And I can't...” His voice broke and he barely choked out the words. “I can't save her.”
Donna watched as the most brilliant, wonderful, amazing man she knew fell apart. It started with the tears coursing down his face, then his shoulders began shaking. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, as his body was wracked with barely audible sobs.
She could to this. She could hold it together, for his sake. “Shh, shh... shhh... there, there,” she murmured, rubbing his back with one hand. “It'll be alright, I'm here...”What the hell are we going to do?
I dunno, maybe it's just a phase. It does make my plot more interesting... but I do have a few other ideas now that I've taken a step back. ::shrugs::
So, back to my question: is it normal for stories to write themselves? Because I feel like mine's trying to run off without me.