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The Eighth Doctor TV Movie Challenge Fic of Rassilon
First, a little background: I recently bought the TVM DVD, and one of the extras on it was Paul McGann's audition for the role of the Eighth Doctor. All well and good, except for the script he was reading from. It was bizarre, it was overwrought, and it was one of the most sublime pieces of crack!fic I have ever come across. Unfortunately, it is incomplete. All we have of this incredible piece of script madness are three short scenes.
So, here's my challenge to the comm: Can anyone take those scenes and make them into a coherent fic? Okay, forget coherent, semi-coherent will do. You don't have to use the actual dialogue, but if you can get in all the plot points mentioned in the dialogue, you win the challenge!
Username: dbskyler
Era (if any): Eighth Doctor
Characters/Pairings (if any): Eighth Doctor, unnamed Time Lord (possibly Borusa?), unnamed woman, the Master, Ulysses the raw-boned weathered farmer of Rassilon
Plot Bunny Summary: See script below
Any Other Notes: According to some sources, the Doctor's scene 1 conversation is with Borusa, but no name is mentioned in the script itself, so I will leave that up to you. If you make the Time Lord Borusa and also manage to make the fic work with "The Five Doctors," you win twice!
Scene 1:
Doctor: I came to say goodbye.
Time Lord: You have sealed your fate.
Doctor: I am so sorry to have caused you so much trouble. You gave me a home when no one else would have me. This is not the way I should've repaid you.
TL: I have never seen a Time Lord arrive quite that way. You never cease to surprise me. I shouldn't have urged you into politics. Maybe one day you'll find out what you're looking for.
Doctor: But I already have. (Holds up scrolls.)
TL: The Scrolls of Rassilon. Show me.
Doctor: They seem to foretell the future.
TL: Why didn't you tell the Time Lords? It is written that the finder of the lost Scrolls . . .
Doctor: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Will lead his people out of darkness, I know. But it also says that the finder will be descended from Rassilon. The finder will be descended from Rassilon, like you, like your son Ulysses, like his son, the Master.
TL: I have a confession to make. Until we perfected time travel, many of our early explorers were lost. My own son Ulysses never returned.
Doctor: A great explorer. He will always be a legend among us.
TL: Ulysses had a second child while exploring the blue planet, Earth, by a woman of that world.
Doctor: Well then, is he not the rightful inheritor to the Sash, not the Master?
TL: You are that blue-eyed child. When your mother died, your father sent you back to Gallifrey to be raised among his own people.
Doctor: My brother? The Master? Why didn't you tell me?
TL: I've held our family together with this secret. Because your mother was from Earth, you were of mixed race and would have never been allowed to be a Time Lord. Everything you have to offer Gallifrey would have been lost. Without a clan to protect you, you would've been sent to the wilderness to live among the outsiders.
Doctor: I have to look for my father.
TL: And face your brother. Only then will you take your rightful place.
Scene 2:
Woman: Why do you stare like that?
Doctor: I'm sorry, it's your face . . . See, where I come from, your face would be considered strange. Strange. I find you beautiful.
Woman: Gee, thanks. Who are you?
Doctor: I'm the Doctor.
Woman: What . . . what, doctor of what?
Doctor: Of many things. Temporal engineering, quantum physics, astrology, archeology, medicine, things one must know.
Woman: I have a Ph.D. in physics, and I have never heard of temporal engineering.
Doctor: It hasn't been invented here yet.
Woman: Temporal. You mean you can engineer time?
Doctor: Just call me a tinkerer.
Woman: You know what's going to happen tonight, don't you?
Doctor: Mmm-hmm. Of course. Of course. You see, where I come from, every schoolboy knows about Britain's first long-range rocket launch.
Woman: You picked up a radio signal sent from this museum, you're very familiar with coded languages, and you know about the V2 rockets tonight. How do you explain this?
Doctor: I'm from a different planet.
Woman: Look, I don't know how you got in here, wiseguy, but you are not getting out.
Doctor: It's been fantastic to meet you. I must go.
Woman: I have never had the pleasure of shooting a Nazi, so if you try anything, you get to be my first.
Scene 3:
Doctor: It's incredibly blue.
Woman: It's just floating there. I'm the first human being to ever see it like this. Just a blue ball alone in all this black space.
Doctor: What can you tell me about my father?
Woman: He seemed like a good man.
Doctor: Every single detail. Every detail, don't leave anything out.
Woman: I watched him change from an old man into a raw-boned Kansas farmer. Strong hands and weathered face.
Doctor: What did he say?
Woman: He said, "No matter how far you travel in your life, you can always go home. And I'll be there, waiting for you."
Doctor: That sounds like something he would say.
Woman: Yeah.
Doctor: See, when I search for him again, I need to know what he looks like.
Woman: Well, I'll point him out.
Doctor: We may not be together, you see, when the time comes.
Woman: Oh, yes, of course. I hadn't thought of that.
Doctor: I may never find him.
So, here's my challenge to the comm: Can anyone take those scenes and make them into a coherent fic? Okay, forget coherent, semi-coherent will do. You don't have to use the actual dialogue, but if you can get in all the plot points mentioned in the dialogue, you win the challenge!
Username: dbskyler
Era (if any): Eighth Doctor
Characters/Pairings (if any): Eighth Doctor, unnamed Time Lord (possibly Borusa?), unnamed woman, the Master, Ulysses the raw-boned weathered farmer of Rassilon
Plot Bunny Summary: See script below
Any Other Notes: According to some sources, the Doctor's scene 1 conversation is with Borusa, but no name is mentioned in the script itself, so I will leave that up to you. If you make the Time Lord Borusa and also manage to make the fic work with "The Five Doctors," you win twice!
Scene 1:
Doctor: I came to say goodbye.
Time Lord: You have sealed your fate.
Doctor: I am so sorry to have caused you so much trouble. You gave me a home when no one else would have me. This is not the way I should've repaid you.
TL: I have never seen a Time Lord arrive quite that way. You never cease to surprise me. I shouldn't have urged you into politics. Maybe one day you'll find out what you're looking for.
Doctor: But I already have. (Holds up scrolls.)
TL: The Scrolls of Rassilon. Show me.
Doctor: They seem to foretell the future.
TL: Why didn't you tell the Time Lords? It is written that the finder of the lost Scrolls . . .
Doctor: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Will lead his people out of darkness, I know. But it also says that the finder will be descended from Rassilon. The finder will be descended from Rassilon, like you, like your son Ulysses, like his son, the Master.
TL: I have a confession to make. Until we perfected time travel, many of our early explorers were lost. My own son Ulysses never returned.
Doctor: A great explorer. He will always be a legend among us.
TL: Ulysses had a second child while exploring the blue planet, Earth, by a woman of that world.
Doctor: Well then, is he not the rightful inheritor to the Sash, not the Master?
TL: You are that blue-eyed child. When your mother died, your father sent you back to Gallifrey to be raised among his own people.
Doctor: My brother? The Master? Why didn't you tell me?
TL: I've held our family together with this secret. Because your mother was from Earth, you were of mixed race and would have never been allowed to be a Time Lord. Everything you have to offer Gallifrey would have been lost. Without a clan to protect you, you would've been sent to the wilderness to live among the outsiders.
Doctor: I have to look for my father.
TL: And face your brother. Only then will you take your rightful place.
Scene 2:
Woman: Why do you stare like that?
Doctor: I'm sorry, it's your face . . . See, where I come from, your face would be considered strange. Strange. I find you beautiful.
Woman: Gee, thanks. Who are you?
Doctor: I'm the Doctor.
Woman: What . . . what, doctor of what?
Doctor: Of many things. Temporal engineering, quantum physics, astrology, archeology, medicine, things one must know.
Woman: I have a Ph.D. in physics, and I have never heard of temporal engineering.
Doctor: It hasn't been invented here yet.
Woman: Temporal. You mean you can engineer time?
Doctor: Just call me a tinkerer.
Woman: You know what's going to happen tonight, don't you?
Doctor: Mmm-hmm. Of course. Of course. You see, where I come from, every schoolboy knows about Britain's first long-range rocket launch.
Woman: You picked up a radio signal sent from this museum, you're very familiar with coded languages, and you know about the V2 rockets tonight. How do you explain this?
Doctor: I'm from a different planet.
Woman: Look, I don't know how you got in here, wiseguy, but you are not getting out.
Doctor: It's been fantastic to meet you. I must go.
Woman: I have never had the pleasure of shooting a Nazi, so if you try anything, you get to be my first.
Scene 3:
Doctor: It's incredibly blue.
Woman: It's just floating there. I'm the first human being to ever see it like this. Just a blue ball alone in all this black space.
Doctor: What can you tell me about my father?
Woman: He seemed like a good man.
Doctor: Every single detail. Every detail, don't leave anything out.
Woman: I watched him change from an old man into a raw-boned Kansas farmer. Strong hands and weathered face.
Doctor: What did he say?
Woman: He said, "No matter how far you travel in your life, you can always go home. And I'll be there, waiting for you."
Doctor: That sounds like something he would say.
Woman: Yeah.
Doctor: See, when I search for him again, I need to know what he looks like.
Woman: Well, I'll point him out.
Doctor: We may not be together, you see, when the time comes.
Woman: Oh, yes, of course. I hadn't thought of that.
Doctor: I may never find him.
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But then I realised that RTD has given us a backstory for the Master, someone who's supposed to be the Doctor's Mum, and his very own version of Rassilon, and they were all, in my opinion, utter pants.
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Okay, I lied, that was totally to tempt you further . . . :D
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I'm still trying to work out just what the flipping heck is happening in those scenes. Museum?? Radio signal??? First British rocket launch??! Nazis??!! O.o
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As for what's going on with the museum / radio signal / V2 rockets / Nazis, it's perfectly obvious. Once you've got the Doctor learning he's the Master's half-human brother, descended from Rassilon, rightful inheritor of the Sash, with Borusa as his grandfather and a weathered Kansas Time Lord farmer as his and the Master's father, well, Nazis are just going to have to show up next, aren't they? It's practically a cliche.
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And of course! It all makes sense now! What's the betting Eight had to disguise himself in a Nazi uniform before the story was over (thinking of that Trek TOS episode...)? "These jackboots fit perfectly!"
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http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=40955&chapid=95614
XD
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I'm ecstatic, and I can't even read it yet!!! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
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(Everyone who writes
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:-D
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I can't pretend the whole cracked-out TVM continuity didn't hold a morbid fascination for me before dbskyler's prompt, mind you... I'm weird like that.
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No, no, like I said somewhere before, there was a whole joint round robin effort built around it back in the day. (I am v old).
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Besides, I offered one to
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I think you might have mentioned it before. It'd be interesting to see other people's takes on the whole thing.
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Does this count as a virtual cookie?
***
Lost Lang Syne
Tilly sipped crossly at her drink and stood lost behind a test tube. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel khaki and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how cold her back got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Tilly knew very well why she was at the party: to see Sergeant Kennedy.
Ah, Sergeant Kennedy. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his lonely hair made Tilly's heart beat like a scalded cat.
But tonight everyone was masked. Tilly peered stubbornly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Sergeant Kennedy. There, she thought, the man over by the alien gunge, the bossy one with the mouse mask. It had to be Sergeant Kennedy. No one else could look so determined, even in a mouse mask.
He began to walk Tilly's way and Tilly started to panic. What if he actually talked to Tilly?
Sergeant Kennedy came right up to Tilly and Tilly thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Sergeant Kennedy said kindly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the tea," Tilly said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so stubborn.
Just then, an impatient voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Tilly's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Sergeant Kennedy might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Sergeant Kennedy swept Tilly into his arms, bent her in the grounds of UNIT HQ, and kissed Tilly sadly, slipping her the tongue and groping her elbow.
Tilly could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out quietly and pulled Sergeant Kennedy's mask off his face. It was Sergeant Kennedy! "I knew it was you," Tilly said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Sergeant Kennedy said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Tilly watched him go. He would be right back, Tilly was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
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(I am not sure that Sgt Kennedy sounds at all impressed that it's Tilly. Plus, groping her elbow? Nice move. Anyway, even if he is, getting that punch is... oh dear, and it was all going so well... LOL)
(And, yes, I did put Nat and Tilly in it, but Tilly was v OOC, and had a navy knee, so I decided not to do that again.)
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But yeah, 80s UNIT/Inferno crossover is never going to happen. I've come to accept that now. ;D
Although... Given that there are presumably an infinite multitude of parallel universes, there could be a parallel (parallel to a parallel) Infernoverse that _didn't_ blow up in the 70s... XD
The weirdest bit of Inferno-related fluff from the novels is the bit in Timewyrm: Revelation where Three admits that the face of the Infernoverse's fascist leader on the posters is one of the faces Two was "offered" at his trial... O.o It's not true by the way. I checked. :D
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Well, I suppose everything happens somewhere down some leg of the trousers of time, but I couldn't possibly comment.
But, you know, he was the voice on the radio, so maybe? Doesn't that get followed up on in Blood Heat? (Yes, another book I ... well, I think that one did at least get sold at a car boot, or something, so I got some pennies back.)
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Probably very wise.
Yeah, Blood Heat's the one where they go to an AU where the Silurians won in "...and the Silurians", killed like 90% of the human race with their virus weapon and turned Earth into Jurassic Park or the nearest equivalent? And it involves either Seven or Benny or somebody retrieving the TARDIS key from Three's long-dead body (??) so they can use his TARDIS because they lost theirs. Oh, and the Brig and what's left of UNIT have metamorphosed into a crowd of stressed-out, xenophobic war criminal types not a million miles from the Brigade Leader and his crew? LOL, the NAs, they loved their "dark and gritty" stuff, didn't they? XD
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I think it counts, too!
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Chapter Two: http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=40955&chapter=2 It's called "Not in Kansas". ;D