“Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson, known to her friends as Reinette. One of
the most accomplished women who ever lived.”
“So, that Doctor, eh?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well. Madame de Pompadour. Sarah Jane Smith. Cleopatra.”
“Cleopatra. He mentioned her once.”
“Yeah, but he called her Cleo.”
“Are you okay?”
“No, I’m very afraid. But you and I both know, don’t we, Rose, the
Doctor is worth the monsters.”
“We can’t fly the Tardis without him. How’s he going to get back?”
“Are you alright?”
“I’m always alright.”
Rose woke with a start and
blinked tears out of her eyes, the Doctor’s heartbroken posture and expression
still swimming in her vision, the very picture of loss. After a few seconds, though, her sympathy
started being drowned out by an intense rage at everything that happened in the
dream before that, leading to that.
He’d left her and Mickey in a
stupid abandoned spaceship for some french bird who had called Rose a child! Of all the stupid…always had to show off,
Rose knew that about him, but he left! And just after saying that wouldn’t happen to
her, too, the bloody liar. Yeah,
alright, maybe she wasn’t “one of the most accomplished women who ever lived”,
but she bloody well deserved better than that!
A tiny voice in her head told
her she was being ridiculous, that it was just a dream, but she ignored it as
she shoved her covers aside and stomped out into the hall. She’d had a niggling worry about the firmness
of her relationship with the Doctor since the school, no matter how good of
terms she’d ended on with Sarah Jane, and it felt good to be angry instead of
just nervous and uncertain. For the
moment, anyway, she was fully willing to embrace that, no matter how ludicrous
and unfounded it was.
For taking us to 221B and on a ride in a blue box, for Sherlock and John, for the Doctor, for stories that will never end. For being so respectful and joyous about what you get to do. For the subtext and fanboyish references. For the Weeping angels, the Silence, and the monsters under the bed. (even though you scared the crap out of us each time, we still love you). For reminding us that fear is a superpower. For being an inspiration to writers. For all the stories you’ve given us, and the ones we know are coming.
There will never come a day when we don’t need you, Mr. Moffat. Happy 54th!
I’m so glad I decided to watch this incredible show and I don’t regret any second of it! It’s been a joy and so much fun, a lot of tears and weeps during this time, but there is always hope at the end and that’s something that makes this show so special!
On to the next 10 years!
Because of this special occasion I will rewatch “Rose” at 7pm GMT
So I don’t get excited about meeting a lot of famous people but I got a picture with Steven Moffat on my birthday who is the writer of my favorite TV show of all time, Doctor Who (and Sherlock!) and he wished me a happy birthday. I asked him to describe Jim the Fish and he said that he’s a fish, his name is Jim, and everybody knows him and loves him. He said he doesn’t know if we will ever get to meet Jim the Fish but that maybe he would go home and think about it! I have never been so excited ever…! Thank you sooo much to @nycshutterspeed for taking me to see the Doctor Who Special in theaters and for snapping this photo! You really know the way to a Whovian’s heart… 😍
The man I will always trust, always forgive, always look forward to enjoy his stories.
Thank you for sharing your childhood’s dream.
Thank you for giving the company of BBC Sherlock in my last two years in graduate school (while struggling with my essay), and of Doctor Who in my first year in my first full-time job.
Thank you for introducing such a wonderful universe, for showing me there are some other way to read texts, for respecting our audience enough to put so much details in the works and make it a fair play of analysis between creators and appreciators.
Sometimes you broke my heart. But you are the man I will always trust, always forgive. Your stories are what I will always seek for comfort, courage, and kindness.