As I finish up my husband’s new Second Doctor costume this weekend, I’d like to post this to immortalize his old Second Doctor costume.
After two years of having my Madonna cosplay as my forum avatar on Cosplay.com, I have finally made a change.
I’m not sure why it had to be a fangirl angst change, but there you have it. From awesome upside-down-picture-of-Madonna-cosplay to fangirl angst. It needed to be done.
Yes, yes I did quote Coldplay. It’s just that angsty. *goes off to cry in the corner about fandom feels*
Fic War - with the Matrix destroyed during the Time War, Time Lords have no afterlife. The Doctor and Master are the only ones who truly know how much history and knowledge is lost forever.
It hit him sometime towards the end of his ninth regeneration. The day had been eventful- a particularly strange adventure involving the Slitheen, Harriet Jones, and the decimation of Downing Street. Rose had gone off to bed for the night, when the Doctor found himself with a bit of time alone.
Heading off towards an isolated workshop deep within the TARDIS, the Doctor set to improve upon a painstaking miniature replica of Gallifrey’s citadel. He had started this project some time ago, as a sort of penance for his misdeeds. As his hands worked reverently, the Time Lord forced himself to think of everything he had utterly destroyed… everyone he had murdered.
It was painful, sure. But the Doctor knew he owed it to them to keep their memories alive, at least within himself.
Memories… Time Lords had always had an unusual way of storing memories and knowledge accruing over the years. In order to prevent a dilution of material, they created a Matrix to store their vast expanses of intelligence. And that… that was gone too.
All of those billions upon billions of years of knowledge. The wisdom of the collective Time Lord race- gone. Gone forever.
Of course, the Doctor himself retained a bit of that information- from what he had learned in the Academy and during his nine hundred odd years of life. But the fraction of knowledge saved within his brain was positively inconsequential compared to what had been lost.
And the worst part of it? The worst part was that the Doctor, the man who destroyed this information, was the only being left in existence who could ever even begin to comprehend the sheer gravity of the situation. He was the only being who could wrap his head around the concept of the Matrix, and therefore he was the only one who could truly mourn it’s destruction.
The Doctor put down his tools, rubbing his eyes. He was so weary…
Seasons pass, companions fade, the storm begins to roar. The end of time, a golden watch, and he’s alone no more.
Dawn had just broken upon the airship Valiant. The Master sat in his office, wide-awake as the humans slept. He had to admit, the quiet time was quite welcome. It gave the Time Lord a chance to improve his plans, work on his inventions, or… once in a long while, reflect on all that had happened.
When he had awoken from his slumber within the fob watch, the Master had found himself in a very new world than the one he had departed from so many years ago. Although the drums still pounded away, his head was by and large… silent. The signals of nearby Time Lords were simply gone. Gone. Of course, there was one other signal, faint beneath the weight of age. But it was there. He was not alone.
Continuing on this train of thought, Saxon allowed himself to think upon all that had been lost in the war. Enemies, primarily. Hah, good riddance. But… he had had friends, no matter how few in number. Not to mention a family….
He shook his head, attempting to clear away that particular memory. No no, it was no use to dwell on that particular bit of information now.
Continuing in his inventory, the Master noted that the the burnt orange skies had been lost, as had the wavering fields of red grass. Gallifrey’s numerous other species had been decimated presumably… along with a potentially powerful weapon- an intelligence database which contained 100 billion years worth of Time Lord knowledge. The Matrix.
Of course, it was possible that the Doctor had managed to save the Matrix from the destruction. Despite the other man’s idiocy, the Master fervently hoped that he had risen to the occasion and secured the database.
Standing up, Saxon decided to take a little walk, in order to visit the Doctor and ask him about that particular artifact. On the way, the Master vowed that, should the Doctor have in fact lost the item in question, he would beat him into a bloody pulp.
Several minutes later, the sound of cracking bones echoed through the halls.
Well, that was plumb devastatin’.
Favorite Doctor Who Episodes | The End Of Time Part One / Part Two
I don’t want to go..
Not favorite episode, but *gah* Ten gets hurt a bunch and *omnomnomnom* Master sexytimes.
My English just now reverted to some primitive form due to being in the presence of these images.
((This is what happens when I get in a shippy mood and I doodle. Yeahhhh))
Made this for my Facebook fan page, but I thought it was cute, so I’ll share it here. Find me on Facebook! Http://Facebook.com/doctorhimself
Hell in high heels.
Someone ought to stop posting this so I stop reblogging it. For those who are bothered by the cuts and such, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.