Whovian Miscellany
Firstly, cryptile has made me weep with laughter, first thing in the morning even.
Secondly, in the wake of all the fandom angst over the end of Doomsday and how sad it is that the Doctor has lost his Wun Twoo Wuv, I feel the need to share this comment I posted in nostalgia_lj's journal yesterday:
...the one and only time in canon we have seen the Doctor unquestionably starry-eyed, besotted, and beside himself with love was that "Good for you, Sarah Jane Smith!" scene [in School Reunion]. I mean, the way that moment was played, Ten looked like both of his hearts were going to smash right through his ribcage and gallop down the corridor after her. I could watch it all day, I swear. It makes me want to write post-SR fic in which Rose inexplicably decides to stay on Earth with K9 and Mickey while Sarah-Jane takes her place... Because Lis Sladen is JUST THAT SMASHING, y0.
So there.
Thirdly, I have written a script for S3:
DOCTOR: Susan! You've regenerated! Or not, depending on the availability of Carole Ann Ford and whether she is anywhere near as smashingly well-preserved as Lis Sladen!
SUSAN: Hello, Grandfather. It's good to see you again. Is this your companion? She is very pretty.
MARTHA: Thank you. Pleased to meet you.
DOCTOR (rounding on Martha): What? Aren't you shocked that I have a granddaughter? Doesn't it trouble you to the depths of your soul and make you want to cry crystalline tears of pure emo?
MARTHA: No.
DOCTOR: Why not?
MARTHA: Because, unlike some companions I could name, I do not worship your pinstriped posterior. Personally I don't care if you have seventeen granddaughters and a lovely lost son by Irene Adler, especially as I only met you three days ago.
DOCTOR: Er. Well. All right, then -- Susan! So what have you been up to in the last, oh, five hundred years or so? How's David?
SUSAN: Dead. What with being human and all.
DOCTOR: Well, that sucks.
SUSAN: Tell me about it.
MARTHA: Doctor, why are you looking at me like that?
DOCTOR: To see if you are secretly tormented by the thought of not being able to spend eternity by my side. Since Susan and I have just had a Meaningful Conversation designed to make you uncomfortably aware of your own frail mortality, and all.
MARTHA: But I am not Rose Tyler. Why would I want to spend eternity with you?
DOCTOR: Because of my delightful puppyish enthusiasm for life? My exasperating yet somehow adorable vanity? My manly hairy hands?
MARTHA: Not really, no.
DOCTOR: ...
MARTHA: Does Susan want to come with us, then? Note my complete lack of jealousy or possessiveness.
SUSAN: Only if Grandfather promises not to look at me that way.
DOCTOR: I haven't the slightest idea what you mean.
SUSAN: It was bad enough last time when you were beige, I can't think how much creepier it would be now.
DOCTOR: LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU.
MARTHA: Don't worry, Susan, I'll make sure he behaves himself. I am quite capable of slapping him down, not being Rose Tyler and all.
DOCTOR: Why are you so cruel, Martha Jones? Why do you not love me?
MARTHA: Because unlike Rose Tyler, I have a life?
DOCTOR: ...
SUSAN: Well, it's all very nice of you to offer, but I think I'll just stay here, since I am only a Special Guest Star and also have wrinkles. Besides, I would not want to get in the way of your witty repartee with its seething undercurrent of sexual tension.
DOCTOR: That's very kind of you. May I hug you goodbye? Seeing as you mean so much to me even though I have not bothered to call or write or pop in to see how you're doing in, like, ever.
SUSAN: Maybe we should just shake hands and gaze at each other with deep familial affection.
DOCTOR: Like this?
SUSAN: ZOMG DO NOT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT. *runs away screaming*
I expect them to start filming this very soon.
Secondly, in the wake of all the fandom angst over the end of Doomsday and how sad it is that the Doctor has lost his Wun Twoo Wuv, I feel the need to share this comment I posted in nostalgia_lj's journal yesterday:
...the one and only time in canon we have seen the Doctor unquestionably starry-eyed, besotted, and beside himself with love was that "Good for you, Sarah Jane Smith!" scene [in School Reunion]. I mean, the way that moment was played, Ten looked like both of his hearts were going to smash right through his ribcage and gallop down the corridor after her. I could watch it all day, I swear. It makes me want to write post-SR fic in which Rose inexplicably decides to stay on Earth with K9 and Mickey while Sarah-Jane takes her place... Because Lis Sladen is JUST THAT SMASHING, y0.
So there.
Thirdly, I have written a script for S3:
DOCTOR: Susan! You've regenerated! Or not, depending on the availability of Carole Ann Ford and whether she is anywhere near as smashingly well-preserved as Lis Sladen!
SUSAN: Hello, Grandfather. It's good to see you again. Is this your companion? She is very pretty.
MARTHA: Thank you. Pleased to meet you.
DOCTOR (rounding on Martha): What? Aren't you shocked that I have a granddaughter? Doesn't it trouble you to the depths of your soul and make you want to cry crystalline tears of pure emo?
MARTHA: No.
DOCTOR: Why not?
MARTHA: Because, unlike some companions I could name, I do not worship your pinstriped posterior. Personally I don't care if you have seventeen granddaughters and a lovely lost son by Irene Adler, especially as I only met you three days ago.
DOCTOR: Er. Well. All right, then -- Susan! So what have you been up to in the last, oh, five hundred years or so? How's David?
SUSAN: Dead. What with being human and all.
DOCTOR: Well, that sucks.
SUSAN: Tell me about it.
MARTHA: Doctor, why are you looking at me like that?
DOCTOR: To see if you are secretly tormented by the thought of not being able to spend eternity by my side. Since Susan and I have just had a Meaningful Conversation designed to make you uncomfortably aware of your own frail mortality, and all.
MARTHA: But I am not Rose Tyler. Why would I want to spend eternity with you?
DOCTOR: Because of my delightful puppyish enthusiasm for life? My exasperating yet somehow adorable vanity? My manly hairy hands?
MARTHA: Not really, no.
DOCTOR: ...
MARTHA: Does Susan want to come with us, then? Note my complete lack of jealousy or possessiveness.
SUSAN: Only if Grandfather promises not to look at me that way.
DOCTOR: I haven't the slightest idea what you mean.
SUSAN: It was bad enough last time when you were beige, I can't think how much creepier it would be now.
DOCTOR: LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU.
MARTHA: Don't worry, Susan, I'll make sure he behaves himself. I am quite capable of slapping him down, not being Rose Tyler and all.
DOCTOR: Why are you so cruel, Martha Jones? Why do you not love me?
MARTHA: Because unlike Rose Tyler, I have a life?
DOCTOR: ...
SUSAN: Well, it's all very nice of you to offer, but I think I'll just stay here, since I am only a Special Guest Star and also have wrinkles. Besides, I would not want to get in the way of your witty repartee with its seething undercurrent of sexual tension.
DOCTOR: That's very kind of you. May I hug you goodbye? Seeing as you mean so much to me even though I have not bothered to call or write or pop in to see how you're doing in, like, ever.
SUSAN: Maybe we should just shake hands and gaze at each other with deep familial affection.
DOCTOR: Like this?
SUSAN: ZOMG DO NOT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT. *runs away screaming*
I expect them to start filming this very soon.