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After Journey's End I was a mite exercised, yes I was. I remained so when I awoke this morning.
What to do, what to do? Put pen to paper, of course. Fanfic solves nothing in the long run, but it felt like the right thing to do. Ever so much better than breaking crockery. If I ever have the chance to chat with RTD, why then I might brew up a cuppa and ask him what the hell he was smoking (Monkey! On Crack! Jacob(tm)) when he wrote this. Until then? This.
Title: Binary
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Character death
Spoilers for: Doctor Who, S04E13, Journey's End.
Summary: Not one memory, Space Boy. Not one bloody memory. They're mine.
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What to do, what to do? Put pen to paper, of course. Fanfic solves nothing in the long run, but it felt like the right thing to do. Ever so much better than breaking crockery. If I ever have the chance to chat with RTD, why then I might brew up a cuppa and ask him what the hell he was smoking (Monkey! On Crack! Jacob(tm)) when he wrote this. Until then? This.
Title: Binary
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Character death
Spoilers for: Doctor Who, S04E13, Journey's End.
Summary: Not one memory, Space Boy. Not one bloody memory. They're mine.
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