I'm Dave-El and today is Doctor Who Saturday wherein I spend this weekend day posting something about Doctor Who.
For today's post, I turn back to The Nemesis Who Stole Time, the multi-part, multi-Doctor fan fiction I posted on this blog from July 13, 2013 to October 27, 2013.
Think of it this way: If The Nemesis Who Stole Time was some kind of actual production being released on Blu-Ray, the story I am presenting today would be a bonus feature.
First of all, if you need to re-familiarize yourself with this sprawling epic of Doctors, Doctors, Doctors Everywhere, click on the links below for the various chapters of this story.
When I wrote the Nemesis story, it was without a clear idea of what was coming up on Doctor Who's real 50th anniversary special. Who was this so-called "War Doctor" and how exactly does he fit into the scheme of things. So I plunged ahead on the conventional wisdom that the 8th Doctor regenerated into the 9th Doctor after taking action to stop the Time War for Time Lords and Daleks.
Of course this is all just fan-fiction. I told the story I mostly wanted to tell as I wanted to tell it.
But the idea of somehow integrating the War Doctor into the events of our story was too intriguing to pass up.
So first things first: The Disclaimer!
Black screen, no light. Then out of the dark, a rasping voice, low, guttural.
Scene opens: the chambers of The One. Machinery, wires, tubes and more overwhelm everything while from a place of shadow, the tentacles of The One can be seen twisting and flexing.
The One: He has...vexed me so. Me...and my brethren. So many have suffered....so many have...perished because of...him. And yet...he eludes complete...understanding, this...Doctor.
Our view widens and we see the Master standing nearby.
The Master: I have known the Doctor longer than most and he continually defies reason. So many gifts and he squanders them on wandering and helping the weak.
The One: His motivations...do not matter...to me. I am concerned only...with power. The power that the Doctor is...unknowingly providing...for my...
The Master: Our.
The One (pauses): Our conquest.
A tentacle lifts and gestures towards a monitor. On the monitor, we see the 10th Doctor caught in the throes of a reverse regeneration.
The One: This...vexes me.
The Master watches the monitor as the 9th Doctor stands where the 10th Doctor was.
The Master: The reverse regeneration process. I don't understand, it appears to be working perfectly.
The One: The regression from the 10th Doctor...to the 9th produced...twice the power...than projected.
The Master examines instruments around the monitor and looks puzzled.
The Master: That's is odd. That almost looks the energy signature of two regenerations. But that can't be.
The One: The power of the Doctor...is crucial to my...to OUR plans. All must proceed in exact....conformation with...our strategems.
The Master: Well, if the worst of our problems is we get MORE power from the Doctor than we anticipated, then I...uh, we shall be most successful indeed.
The Master slides on gloves and prepares to take his leave.
The Master: Knowing the Doctor's 10th incarnation, I wouldn't be surprised his vanity played some part in that excess power.
The Master bows slightly in the direction of The One.
The Master: All will go as planned. Worlds will fall, the universe will be mine and the Doctor will die. I have every confidence. Good day.
The Master exits the chamber. But the tentacles of The One continues to twist and flex.
The One: He is so...small, this...Master. But he has his uses...for now. But I have another concern....
A tentacle moves towards the monitor where we see the 9th Doctor.
The One: This one...there is...a shadow. Something in the tapestry of time...that even I....can't see. Something that...follows him, this...Doctor. WHY CAN'T I SEE? I...must know.
From a tentacle comes a tendril for glowing energy.
The One: I will summon...one of my servants...of time....to investigate...
Inside the glow begins the form the outline of a Dalek. And we fade out.
With the time freeze bubble gone, River Song comes bounding out of the TARDIS behind him.
The War Doctor pockets his sonic screwdriver.
War Doctor: Just as well. Whatever is going on requires the Doctor to fix it. And that’s not me anymore.
Suddenly in the sun drenched sky above, a bubble of energy appears and inside of it is another Dalek.