After having watched "The Doctor's Daughter" last night (she's really beautiful, but the episode was a bit too light, and the death of Martha's friend was horribly staged to the point of leaching all the pathos), I had the following awful idea for a Doctor Who fanfic series:
The eleventh doctor, tall and very elegant, dresses in Savile Row suits and tuxedos, charming, debonair, very dry, and his companion, a short 1950s English bureaucrat named Fleming, visit "Casino Interplanetary".
Subsequent adventures include stopping a plot to blow up the moon and destroy life on Earth in "Moonbreaker", dealing with smugglers in "Eternium Crystals", managing to stop "The War from Sontar", counteracting a Cyberplot to neutralize the Doctor in "Doctor Negation", and foiling an attempt to steal the Key of Time from the vault on pre-Time War Gallifrey in "Timefinger".
I really, really shouldn't be allowed to write.
Posted by Greg at June 26, 2008 12:01 PM
Yeah, bad news. Look at the next X-mas special.