NCJDDAS: Fifty/Fifty - Part One
NCJDDAS: Fifty/Fifty - Part One
I took a unmade story by Steven Hall and fucking ruined it woo hoo
Starring Judi Dench and Brenda Blethyn
Featuring Martin Freeman, Sir Ian McKellen, Stevie Nicks, Ted Danson, Allison Pill, Ming Na Wen and Kathryn Hahn
Part One
* * *
“This is the moment. The exact moment that you went bad.” The Doctor said, looking at the other Doctor, her billowing coat flapping in the wind. “You broke time, you broke existence, and I'm sorry, love. But you can't go further."
The Doctor - the Judi Dench one, narrowed her eyes in response. "Broke time? I'm sorry, I don't see broken time here! I don't see the ridiculous Wedding of River Song thing going on, or the Reapers showing up out of nowhere, I just don't see it. I'm not breaking time, I'm changing time. And well, it's time you recognize what that means."
"I know what it means. I come from that future." The elder Doctor said, solemnly. "You win. I die."
"Then how are you here now?"
"That's quite a bit of a story..."
"I have time." The Judi Dench Doctor smirked, fully aware of the statement.
"Look, the point is that I need you to listen. I need you to change. Because right now - that bad future hasn't happened yet. And If I tell you now...maybe you'll understand."
"I don't want to understand. But you can talk to me. I'll let you do that..."
Chapter One
I started in the TARDIS. The dreams ended, and I careened into your console out of nowhere. I had some friends with me. Amelia Earhart, and Calvin, who was a Ghost, thanks to yet another problem at the moment. You had some friends. Roman, who you had mind-controlled to do your every bidding, and Todd. Who would do whatever you said because he was so spineless anyway.
"You." You growled, angry. "How the heck are you here?"
Todd politely waved.
Millie ached her head, getting up from the floor.
"Temporal displacement out of the integral dream state - it must have zoned in on my previous incarnation using the TARDIS." I realized, getting up. "When the time vortex didn't know what to do with me, it deposited me retroactively across my own timeline. Ooh, that's quite something."
"It's utter tosh," You said, adjusting your hair.
I had to agree, but before I could say anything, Millie was charging at you with a mallet you kept on the floor.
Within seconds you responded. Shot her. Without thinking.
She fell to the floor.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," I mouthed off. "What do you think you're doing?! Oh, love, you really shouldn't have fucking done that."
I raised myself to full height. "Okay, poppet. You can kill the universe all you bloody like, but don't you dare hurt my friends. There are rules. My mates don't deserve that kind of lip. Because hurt my friends, and you cross a line, love. Cross a line, and I'll bloody take you down." I growled, trying to be as scary as I could, but you weren't scared.
Pew. Another gunshot, and then I felt the bullet sink into my fifth intestine. Blood dripped out of my chest as I desperately tried to clot it with my coat.
I fell over too.
Black.
Chapter Two
"I didn't do that." The Dench Doctor insisted.
"What?"
"I didn't. I didn't kill them. That was future me. These are totally and completely separate entities, definitely legally distinct and stuff."
"What?" The Blethyn Doctor repeated.
"I'm a good person!" The Dench Doctor said, intensely. "Allow me to explain."
Suddenly the screen faded out, and The Dench Doctor put on Rachel Bloom's skin and proceeded to sing the following musical number:
After that out of nowhere moment, the Blethyn Doctor paused. "Seriously, what's with you?"
"I'm going through a Crazy Ex Girlfriend Phase. The show is like, so relatable!"
"Why am I not surprised? Ah, whatever. Look. You just need to listen."
* * *
There were then, the Children. Time Lords take a very long time to die. You know that. And you deposited me on a lone planet, a war ridden rock where radiation had made the skies black and thick and the ground little but dense rock.
I died there.
I died saving five children. People I had just met. What you would call the unimportant people. The Extras. All of them Orphans. Some didn't even know their names - or didn't have any. That's how alone they were. I saved them. I got them away from a bomb shelter that would have exploded in ten minutes time, and I altered time again for them. So five sad lonely children could live longer, and grow up. That's all I needed to do.
I died without regrets.
* * *
The Doctor furrowed her eyebrows at her dead future self. "Then how are you here?"
"I'm not." The Dead Doctor replied.
"What?"
"I'm just a dream. That's how all of this started, didn't it? A Dream. A Dream about Terminator, weirdly. And not Terminator Two, even weirder. Like, you dreamed about pre-terminator 2 Sarah Connor. What's with you? Well, I'm not one to argue. Anyway, a Dream, right? It was a dream about crossing a line. Because of The Dream Lady or something who came out of some psychic pollen, you crossed a line in a dream, and you killed a friend of ours. Because you thought something like that didn't matter because it was a dream, you knew it was a dream. So it was okay. Just a dream. Of course it mattered. That's how you realized you were okay with it. You shoved Danny in a box without a question. When Roman got too big for his britches, you cut him back with a bit of good old fashioned mind control. You replaced Danny with a friend who would do whatever you wanted, because he was legitimately too polite to say otherwise. Todd didn't deserve any of this. Todd's a good person. He might even be a good companion, but he's bad for you. Todd definitely deserved better."
"Who are you to lecture me?" The Doctor asked. "If you're just a dream, how do you know all of this? And if you're a dream, why do you care?"
"Because I could change you if you wanted to. I could help you understand."
"Oh, you're not giving me the Christmas Carol treatment. We've already done that ripoff. Twice." The Doctor said. "Coming back in time to give an old miser the 'be good' treatment! I am good! Calm your ass!"
"...Your future self is legitimately a space dictator." The Blethyn Doctor squeaked. "You don't get it. In the future, it all stops. She destroys Gallifrey. Again, because they're the only lot that can say no to her. She smites every single being who opposes her - the Master is the last one of them to die. Within days she kills every single member of every single species that ever for a moment opposed her in any of her lives. It all ends. It all ends because of her."
Confetti rained down from the sky suddenly, and a voice called: "And here I aaaaaaaaammmmmm!!!"
The Future Judi Dench Doctor suddenly appeared on a giant extradimensional toilet seat of death. She proceeded to showboat about in a hammy voice, "Hi Pre-Character Development Not Supernaturally Powered and still rather morally ambigious me! It's me! Your Space Dictator Future! I am loving the look! And ooh, it's my alternate timeline self that I murdered several times now! How the fuck are you still here?!"
"Oh, piss." The Blethyn Doctor grumbled.
Chapter Three
"So to reiterate, hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," Space Dictator Dench memed. "Okay, me that looks like Vera Stanhope, I'm going to have to kill you. So, um, past me? Move to the right."
"Quick! Back to the TARDIS!" The Blethyn Doctor called, as Non-Space Dictator Dench turned heel and ran.
Space Dictator Dench made an annoyed face. "Oh, come on. I only want to kill one of you in cold blood! Past me! Come on, we could totally be besties. We could watch Friends Reruns! Conquer The Universe! Eat some nice Toast!"
She munched on some toast that a hypnotized Roman in a maid uniform gave her. "Wow, that's actually pretty good," she said, mouth full.
* * *
The Two Doctors rambled into the Past Dench Doctor's TARDIS.
"What's really going on here?" Past Dench sputtered. "I'm a hot mess at understanding this temporal physics thing."
"Whatever's going on, this is a multi-level paradoxical timeline the likes of which the universe has never seen. Future you saw future her, which was me, in a dream and got mad about that so travelled to the future and set in a chain of events which killed me. Paradoxically, you seem to be getting a dream of me in the here and now, while conscious, that somehow future you can also see. Not only that, future Dench has now crossed her timeline in both directions in an enormous bloody attempt to erase me as even a possibility of happening. I'd take my existence here as an manifestation of the fact that Time is so broken I am simultaneously alive and dead, because well, time's broken, and I was once alive, so without time I'm still alive, yet I'm also not. Because time's broken, and that's what led to my death. So essentially-"
"I get it, I get it, the author's making it up as we go along," Past Dench grumbled, pulling a TARDIS lever.
"Where are you going?" Blethyn Doctor asked, curious.
"You aren't in charge. I'm going to go hang with Lottie." Past Dench said.
"Oh, bloody hell, this isn't the time to hang with Lottie, the fabric of spacetime is at stake!"
"The fabric of spacetime is always at stake! It's never broken before, I'm sure we're super fine."
The TARDIS ground to a halt. A Beeping light on the TARDIS dashboard labelled "Oh fuck space time is broken" flashed red very brightly as the cloister bells tolled.
"Probably!" The Dench Doctor insisted, to a growl from Blethyn.
Chapter Four
"You know the trope In storytelling, it's a norm
When a person's in trouble
A manifestation
Of their subconscious appears in the form of a
Dream Ghost
Giving advice you kinda already knew
I'm a Dream Ghost
I'm really just your mind
Working things through
It's not clear if I'm hallucinated
Or actually magic spacetime
Let's leave it vague, it's more interesting that way-" The Dench Doctor sang absentmindedly.
"Hey." Blethyn Doctor grumbled. "Now is not the time to be singing. Especially about Dream Ghosts."
"But there's a Crazy Ex Girlfriend song for everything." The Dench Doctor insisted. "After all, I'm just a girl in love. I can't be held responsible for my actions.."
"Stop it." The Blethyn Doctor insisted. "Okay, yes, I am possibly literally a dream ghost, but not that kind of dream ghost. I'm real, I'm made of spacetime or something!"
"Yes. I changed one line so it fit." Dench Doctor said smiling.
"SERIOUSLY. Ooh!" The Blethyn Doctor shrieked. "You are so problematic! I spend all my time cleaning up after your messes, love, and now you've legitimately killed me. I'd laugh at the irony if I wasn't so upset about being a - a-"
"Dream Ghost?"
"Ooh!" Blethyn Doctor worried. "I wish I knew where my friends were. Calvin...Millie. Poor Millie..." She paused. "Wait, hold on a second. I completely forgot."
"What?"
"The Dream Lady and The Fourteen, um, the dream lady entered the Fourteen's body as a new personality and is now solid, and is planning to take over the universe."
"WHAT?!"
"To be fair, there is a lot going on. Slipped me mind."
"You are even worse than me at story structure. Somehow."
* * *
Calvin was a Ghost. This was the part of the situation he was most okay with.
Being trapped in the Wrong Doctor's TARDIS with a exceedingly polite teaspoon of a man and his bestie lying dead on the floor was not.
Oh, dear. They had only had a few adventures. But he thought he liked the girl. She was a simple, kind friend, and there were so few of those. People without baggage. There was the age difference, which sometimes made it difficult to talk but it at least meant he wouldn't have to go through the pain of losing her. After all, he was on his last legs himself before his body was used by the Dream Lord. He always thought that hey, at least he had someone to depend on that was young enough that they wouldn't drop dead any day now.
Oh, damn this earth.
He tried to kick a pebble, forgetting he was incorporeal.
Suddenly the TARDIS doors burst open into an explosion.
"Come with me if you want to live!" Yelled Sarah Connor.
Chapter Five
"What?" Calvin yelled, confusedly rushing over.
Todd raised his hand politely, for he is one-dimensional that way. "Excuse me, ever so sorry, but I don't think you're allowed to leave."
"Beat it," said Sarah Connor.
"Okay," Todd muttered.
The Future Space Dictator Dench Doctor walked into the room with a bowl of cherries.
"Am I dreaming again?" She asked awkwardly.
Sarah Connor whipped out a parachute and kicked the TARDIS doors open, leaping out into the time vortex.
"Am I high again?" The Dench Doctor tried once more, turning towards Todd.
* * *
Sarah Connor flailed open into the time vortex.
"Woah! How are you doing this!" Yelled Calvin. "I mean, I'm incorporeal, but what's with-"
"Sheer unadulterated awesomeness and a team of stunt doubles allow me to survive anything." Sarah insisted, veering through the time vortex. "We're going to land back in the land of dreams, hold on." She said, swinging the parachute slightly to sail into the vortex.
"This whole day has been quite overwhelming. I'm sorry, are you literally the woman from the Terminator movies?"
"Yes." Sarah Connor replied bluntly. "I got sick of being poorly characterized in the previous Terminator rip-off this series did, therefore I am now here to do awesome stunts and chew bubblegum."
"And you're all out of bubble gum?" Calvin asked.
"No, here's a packet," Sarah said cheerily, attempting to hand him a stick.
It fell into the time vortex.
"Sorry, weird ghost thing." Calvin apologized.
They swung into the depths of the time vortex.
* * *
Roman shook subtly as he handed the future crazy space dictator Judi Dench Doctor her tea. "How many lumps?" He asked, through gritted mind-controlled teeth.
He fought back the mind control programming as his body proceeded to pour sugar in the Doctor's cup of tea for ten minutes straight, before a - "That's so lovely, thank you Roman," and he was finally allowed to stop.
"You know, I like him more this way." The crazy future Judi Dench Doctor, said turning to Todd. "Do you?"
"Oh, I, um, really couldn't say." Todd replied, amiably.
"Come on," She continued to push. "I mean, you must have an opinion."
Todd tried to have one, and exploded.
The Doctor put him back together with her weird reality-altering powers.
"Oh. Dear Me." Todd said in an uncaring tone. "I almost didn't like that."
The Judi Dench Doctor stood up. "Hm. Perhaps it's time we go pick up some new friends. You two are starting to bore me. How about we go pick up Lottie?"
"No, that's the other concurrently running plot-thread."
Chapter Six
Having been referenced several times at this point but not actually appearing, Lottie was tapping her shoe impatiently waiting for her lines.
Time and Lottie have a strange relationship. She has a bunch of copies in split time periods like Clara Oswald, she has a habit of spontaneously appearing in various Doctor's TARDISes at the wrong time.
Last time she had done this, she had met the Third Doctor and Jo Grant. However, that story was completely abandoned, and as such is pretty much ignored. So she was pretty much free these days. She tapped her shoe some more. "Any time now..." She muttered.
And eventually, that time came to be, and Lottie found herself in the Blethyn Doctor's TARDIS.
"Oh, hi!" She said, waving - to the past Judi Dench Doctor and the ghostly Blethyn Doctor...
"Wait, is there something I'm missing here?" She noted.
"You're spontaneously in our TARDIS!" The Dench Doctor exclaimed.
"Well, I do have the habit of doing that," Lottie noted. "Okay, so, two of you. The beans. Spill."
* * *
"Oh no." Lottie said. "Oh, I do not like this."
"You think I like future me is destroying shit? And possibly me, I'm really quite unsure on her motives?" The Past Dench Doctor asked.
"To be fair, when are any of us sure about any of your motives?" The Blethyn Doctor chimed in. "Also Hi, Lottie. Haven't met you in this body."
"My motives are usually explosives, cocaine, and high octane car races. Also continuity porn. Also more explosives."
"Oh, boy, this is a wreck of a story." Lottie moaned. "Look. I'm sorry, I- I'm not going to fight your turf war."
"What?" The Blethyn Doctor asked. "You have to help me save the multiverse!"
"All future Dench-y wants is to live, Doc. And I'm sorry, I know you paint me as a goodie two shoes, but I have problems. I...I would probably do the same." Lottie paused. "So. Please." She placed a hand on the Doctor's chest. "Don't make me choose between you guys. You're all the Doctor here, you're... you're all brilliant."
"There is the slight issue of one of the brilliant folks wants to legitimately erase me from bloody existence," The Blethyn Doctor noted. "Lottie, poppet. Everyone's gonna have to choose sides eventually."
"Yeah." The Past Dench Doctor noted. "It's like Marvel Comic's Civil War. In fact, it's exactly like Civil War, because one side is flanderized beyond belief into evil just so the plot can exist."
"Well- I'm not choosing now." Lottie insisted.
"Well, I'm kind of with you there, Lottie." Past Dench commented. "Still undecided myself."
"Well I'd love to help you decide, if I could get the bloody TARDIS to fecking work-" The Blethyn Doctor shrieked.
"Have you tried turning it on and off again?"
"TIME ISN'T THERE!"
"Well, it has to be. Like, we're still having a sequential conversation. If time didn't exist, it would all happen in random nonconsecutive order - but that's implying it would have an order because time wouldn't exist." Lottie stated, using her temporal science degree. "Scientifically speaking, there's no way to have no time."
"So the Wedding of River Song is horseshit?"
"Sorry to burst your bubble."
"That's it!" Blethyn Doctor realized. "We're in a time bubble! Time must be like Oxygen! Landing in an oxygen rich environment, the TARDIS soaks it up, and uses it until it runs out. Just like a spaceship. What if the last time we landed, we soaked up some time?"
"Forget the Wedding Of River Song, that statement is horseshit," Lottie stated, increasingly annoyed. "Honestly. You made that up. Don't act like I don't know. Time degree. I get time. You can't have no time. Even the Divergent Universe had time, even if they said they weren't. And also there was Scherzo, but-"
"Which makes it even more concerning that there isn't any time." The Blethyn Doctor insisted. "And we're stuck in the no time land, the vortex of no time, that isn't a vortex, because there's no time, but that would imply that we're in nothing! We're in something, Lottie. We're floating in something, and whatever it is, it's dangerous."
But with that, The TARDIS doors opened.
"Hello, dears." Said an echoing voice.
"Oh, no..." The Blethyn Doctor whispered.
"I thought I'd drop in." The Dream Lady in the Fourteen's body said. "How you doing?"
Chapter Seven
Sarah Connor and Calvin were getting through the time vortex rather well, until suddenly they weren't.
"Damn it." Sarah muttered. "There's no time."
"What? There's no time?" Calvin asked. "That's stupid, there has to be time, we're having a conversation!"
"No time." Sarah said. "We could fly through the time vortex before, but now there's no time. It'd be like flying through stone."
"Then what are we, like, in?" Calvin asked.
"An Abstract horrifying eldritch location that can't even be conceived of, and can only really exist in a literary format. It can't be visualized. It's just impossible."
"Oh, like Scherzo." Calvin noted.
"Not everyone has listened to Scherzo," Sarah Connor said with a heavy sigh.
"I'm also a ghost thing and not solid? or something? So, like, even if it was a solid thing, I should be able to move, and I can't." Calvin said, concernedly. "Oh no, Sarah. I'm starting to lose my Chill."
"THIS STORY IS SO CONVOLUTED!" Screamed Sarah Connor, trying to punch something, but she couldn't. "PICK A PLOT THREAD AND STICK TO IT, DAMN IT!"
* * *
The Dream Lady in the Fourteen's body. strolled over to the Doctors. "Hi. Nice to see you all together. Big family reunion."
"Stop it-" The Blethyn Doctor growled. "What have you done to spacetime?"
"Oh, honey, that was you. I'm only the chessmaster, dearie, I manipulate people. I don't...do...things." The Dream Lady insisted. "The Universe is so fucking dead now, like I can't even. This is so high concept that it's actually pretty much impossible to write."
"So what's your plan?" The Blethyn Doctor hissed.
"Yeah, what's your plan?" The Dench Doctor smirked.
"I'M PRETTY SURE I ONLY JUST HEARD OF THIS LADY FIVE SECONDS AGO HOW ARE YOU HERE THERE'S NO TIME, WHAT THE HELL!" Lottie shrieked.
"The entire universe is a dream, or some shit.' The Dream Lady snarled. "I don't know, I'm here, I'm like, bad, suckers. I dreamed myself here, hahahahah oh my god, yeah, that's what I did, yeah, definitely."
"Are you responsible for her weird dream form, or is that time?" The Dench Doctor asked.
"Ambiguous Reply that neither confirms or denies your suspicions," The Dream Lady replied. "I'm the Dream Lady, Bitch! My evil plan of all of time eventually becoming so weird and dreamlike I can control it is gonna be a thing soon, thanks to you guys! And soon, my plan will come to fruition. Future you is coming this way, Denchy. She's going to do weird time shit with her inexplicable supernatural powers that I may or may not be responsible for, wow, hahaha I'm so ambiguous, and then your "good" future will never have existed! Once and for all."
Chapter Eight
The Other Dench Doctor careened through spacetime until everything caught up with her.
"Fuck." She stated. "Why isn't our TARDIS moving?" She asked, turning to Todd, who shrugged.
"Spacetime is dead, I think."
"What makes you say that?"
"The red flashing light on the TARDIS console and the Cloister Bells tolling." Todd pointed.
"Oh. Well then." The Future Dench Doctor sighed. "Not much we can do then. The stakes couldn't be much higher, but we can't really move or anything. Can't go after Sarah Connor in her time hangglider or find Lottie or other Me's. Any resemblence this has towards the original Steven Hall script has gone down the drain."
"I think that probably ended with the musical numbers, yeah." Todd agreed. "Can you use your weird god powers or something?"
"Nah, they're like Helen's psychic powers in Ravenous! Incredibly Plot Specific!"
"Is that because spacetime is dead, or something else?"
"Can we stop with the whole spacetime is dead thing? I mean, we're in the vortex. If spacetime is dead, there's really no way we can travel. We're stuck. Even if we tried ejecting the Zero Room or something, it would move two inches to the right and then stop there for all of eternity. We might be stuck here for all of eternity."
"Then the logical solution, I should think, is to get out of the vortex."
"Normal space could be even worse."
"I should think that it might be worth a try." Todd said, slowly getting back into the whole companion thing.
"And then we can destroy all who oppose us, great idea, Todd." The Future Dench Doctor said diabolically. "All hail the time lord victorious!"
* * *
The planet Xerox - spelled and pronounced exactly like the type of printing stock, was on the brink of disaster, or it would have been if time had not existed. War had spread like Fire across the Galaxy since the last moment. The moment in the future where the Evil Doctor had destroyed Gallifrey with her very thoughts, and then pretty much every other planet she could find - at some point, just one person on almost every planet had opposed her, and so it all had to go. Xerox was one of the last fighting grounds - the refugees and interstellar vagabonds that said no to the Doctor had travelled there, and there the sky had been blotted out with black, and the radiation bombs flew. Some children were born with genetic mutations. More were stillborn. As the war raged on, the survivors faught tooth and nail with sticks and stones.
It was a new Skaro in the making.
Tolos was a young brown-skinned, dark haired man. He was quite attractive, although that's not important, and you couldn't really tell because his face and clothes were always covered in ash, dirt and mud. He had a spiral indenture on the back of his neck - the cost of a slow radiation burn from a blaster at close range. He was young, 17.
Tolos was one of the last people alive.
He would be, for a few more moments. A blonde haired woman of roughly same age in a long ragged ponytail cut off at the end was currently pointing a gun towards him - the last flintlock on the planet, intending to fire. She was wearing military gear, of camo and black, and her face too was dusty and scarred, but her hands shook and the gear didn't fit her.
She pulled the trigger, and it all stopped.
Time doesn't always "slow down" when everything gets scary. That's usually a trick in movies or books to better explain the action for the audience, to make it more visual. Which was why Tolos was all the more surprised to see the bullet stop in mid-air a few feet ahead of him.
A flickering woman stood nearby.
Chapter Nine
In the past Dench Doctor's TARDIS, it all proceeded to fall apart.
The Dream Lady laughed, and laughed, and TARDIS shook, because as we have made very clear, existence was rather fucked.
An Explosion went off, and the Dench Doctor fell to the floor.
"Come on," The Blethyn Doctor insisted. "You have to get up. You have to help me. You're a good person, I just know it. You've always had that potential! And you were a good person! You just needed to decide to move on, and you did, so come on. Get up, Doctor, and fight this!"
The Explosions spiralled around them. Lottie screamed like Mel in the 80s. The Dream Lady laughed. "Oh, come on, Doctor! It's all come to this! You, me, and well, you! This final moment of ours, it's here at last! My victory, everything, all led to this moment."
The Dench Doctor wiped blood off her lip. "Everything? I'm pretty sure in a few minutes, I'm going to make damn well sure this moment never happens."
"What?"
"I want to live. Up until this moment, that was all I could think about. I wanted to continue to go on, and do what I couldn't before, but then - then I heard other me talking to me, and I saw this whole thing going on with Lottie. She was scared, she was in danger, And I thought, well, I'm damn well sure Lottie isn't going to come out of this bad. No matter what it takes. And I just realized why the other me, the one that I originally meant never happened, why she became her." She pointed at the Blethyn Doctor. "I mean, fuck, it's a cliche, but it's because I remembered why I care. Why the Doctor moves on, why the Doctor makes big bombastic fucking speeches. They do it for the right people, I do it for the right people. And I gotta remember that." The Dench Doctor stepped forward. "I may be a few billion years old, but every new body, every single time, I always have to learn that lesson. I always have to remember to learn to grow up."
The Explosions went off and fire struck the Dench Doctor in the face.
And with a flash, as quick as anything, a sharp bar of light snapped over the Doctor's face.
And then the Blethyn Doctor appeared. Next to her ghostly self.
"What the-" The Dream Lady scowled - "Two of you? What is this?"
"This is where it get's complicated." The Doctor smirked, and swung the TARDIS lever into overdrive. "Time And Relative Dimension in Space - when there's no Time or Space - I should think there's still the bit about Relative Dimension."
The TARDIS changed shape - directly around where the Dream Lady stood, and reforged around her, literally pushing her outside the ship, and she flew out into the void of nothing.
Chapter Ten
The Universe is a dream, or some shit. The Dream Lady said that. The Blethyn Doctor had died with some children. The Past Dench Doctor had to move on, or the Future Dench Doctor would manipulate her and then there would be two of them. So, therefore the Dench Doctor had to have a good influence to get to that point where she could become the Blethyn Doctor again. If the universe was a dream - couldn't she send a dream of her back?
This is where it get's complicated. But this is the point where it also gets simple.
The Past Dench Doctor engineers The Blethyn Doctor by becoming the Blethyn Doctor and going back in time - with a dream, that says the right think to the Past Dench Doctor making her want to become the Blethyn Doctor, which she needed to do in the first place so she could send the dream back in time that allows her to exist. It's an unashamed bootstrap Paradox, but it's easy to ignore a paradox when space and time are now broken, and it's now a massive dream of nothing or something stupid like that.
Who composed Beethoven's Fifth?
This is the point where it gets simple. Because now the scene is set for the future. The pieces in place. The Blethyn Doctor, alive, and no longer just a dream, but a bootstrap paradox of a vision of the future that needed to happen for the past to exist. The Dream Lady, defeated. The garbage alternate timeline set up by the Other Dench Doctor - now the only Dench Doctor, still left in the open, but in shambles. The companions in place - Sarah Connor and Calvin stuck in the vortex on a hangglider of time travel, Roman and Todd by the wrong Doctor's side, Lottie by the side of the right, still unsure. And last but not least, a flickering woman standing by the boy named Tolos on the ruins of a planet of nothing. The fate of the world depends on him most of all.
The pieces are set. The Dawn of the Final Day Comes.
* * *
The flickering woman strolled forward. "Hello, Tolos." She said, in a cool smooth voice.
"What? Who are you?" Tolos sputtered. "What's going on?"
"This is where it gets complicated," The flickering woman said, as if it came from a far way away. She was blue and iridescent, artificial looking like a hologram, but as she moved closer - and yes, she was moving closer - her transparent, hollow looking feet displaced the rocks and left foot prints behind.
And slowly she solidified.
"Okay! Sorry! This may seem like a lot, but, I promise. I don't mean to hurt you at all." Millie said. "In fact quite the opposite. So. Where exactly are your friends?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
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