In the moments before she dies, a woman whose hair used to be bright ginger is visited by a man in a bowtie. She does not know who he is and thinks about giving him a piece of her mind till he moves forward and presses his fingertips to her temple. Memories flood her mind. People and planets and places she had saved alongside a long streak of nothing rush back to her. She remembers being the most important woman in creation. Then with a smile on her face Donna Noble closes her eyes and sleeps forevermore. The Doctor simply looks on with tears in his eyes as his best friend leaves this world with the only gift he could give her.

If you’re still not over Donna clap your hands.
If you’re still not over Donna clap your hands.
‘Cause she was his faithful friend.
And her fate was worst than death.
If you’re still not over Donna clap your hands.

An ode to the Ood

Something I wrote a couple years ago. Enjoy.


An Ode to The Ood


When the Doctor, Donna, and the tardis three

Stepped out for their next adventure spree

How little did they see, and how little did they know

As they excitedly stepped into the alien snow.

But, “This isn’t right, this isn’t fair”

Said the one with the locks of ginger hair

“I expected tropical, I expected nice”

“Not a world that is frigid, and covered in ice.”

Lo, this is how it is and how it will be

For the Doctor, Donna, and the Tardis three.

For the Tardis takes you where you need to go

And today it’s adventures in alien snow!

Hijinks will ensue as they get on their way

And find the morally reprehensible evil of the day.

“Oh look, there’s an ood,” The doctor exclaimed

“We should comfort it’s soul as it passes away.”

“Oh snap! It’s gone red, with its eyes full of hate”

“I think now it wants to exx-terminate!”

Vexed at the state of the prenasal tentacles

Donna attempts to make sense of the spectacle

“What is it?” she asks, “what can this thing be?”

The Doctor then states, “It’s not an it, it’s a HE.”

“It’s an Ood, for the record, not unlike you and me.”

“A race used as slaves, by humans, you see”

“But now he’s passed on, named delta fifty”

“And the evil that killed him is this way, Allons-y!”

And so begins a new quest, of things impossible that can’t be

With the Doctor, Donna, and the Tardis three.

As they run through the hills, all covered in snow

They head towards a building that sits there below.

Inside is an evil, that’s a big, ugly git

But not like the evil from the satan pit

This one’s more pernicious, like a sickly disease

An illness of the soul, all driven by greed

The Ood speak of the circle, and wish it were broken

For then they can sing, and be more outspoken

The big ugly git thinks he’ll shut it all down

By killing the brain, and removing their crown

But Ood Sigma is tricky, and is one step ahead

A hair tonic to change him, he’s been fed instead.

Now the greedy, bald man, becomes what he hated

And to the collective of Ood, has been subjugated.

The Doctor and Donna, played a pivotal role

In resurrecting Ood song, in psychic musical scroll.

“We’ll sing of you forever, for setting us free”

Said Ood Sigma of now “The Doctor-Donna”, and the Tardis three.