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Moffat Appreciation Day 2016: Happily Ever After

Last year, I wrote about the overwhelming optimism that drove the characters of the Eleventh Doctor’s era to overcome dark situations that could have destroyed them, and this year I want to return to that theme having now seen the last two episodes of series 9 and how that optimism had transformed but ultimately still triumphed.

Where the Eleventh Doctor’s era could be described much like a children’s fairy tale with characters who are put into truly horrifying situations that they overcome through the power of love, the Twelfth Doctor’s era brought the darker side of those stories into focus. Love remained one of the most powerful forces in the universe, but this era explored the reality that love doesn’t always last a lifetime, even for the main characters. 

Rory and Amy left the show when their story was finished, and they lived long, happy lives, dying of old age off screen. We all know Cinderella will one day die and so will Amy Pond, but the picture book ends long before that day. When Amy Pond stopped being the Girl Who Waited, it was the beginning of the end of her time on the show, but River Song and Clara Oswald remained on the show long after the stories of ‘The Woman who Killed the Doctor” and “The Impossible Girl” had been resolved. 

And they lived until their lives were cut short in tragic, yet heroic deaths. With the direction the show had been taking in series 8 and 9, their stories could have been bleak reminders of the reality that many people die before they ever reach old age, and what we think of as happily ever after is rare (if not impossible), but instead, their endings came with an acceptance of the inevitability of death, while at the same time allowing these women to control their fate in a way we can only dream of in the real world. 

The show did not lose all of its optimism as it grew out of it’s fairy tale era, and instead of telling us that River and Clara won’t get their happily ever afters, it asked us to examine how we define happily ever after. Clara Oswald will face the raven and River Song will go to the Library, but those endings do not prevent them from having their own happily ever afters. These two characters are given the opportunity to seize the time they do have and live it the best they can so that when they die, they will have lived full lives on their own terms. Happily ever after does not mean forever. It’s a message we can all take to heart knowing that we too will not live forever. 

Clara flies off to see the universe with her new companion, and River Song spends 24 years with the man she loves (and with a vortex manipulator and a time machine, it could easily be more than 24 years). They will both die, just as we will all die, but their stories are neither tragedies nor fairy tales. Their stories are examples of what fantasy does best - addressing the harsh realities of life while allowing the characters to do the things we wish we could do, taking both time and death into their own hands.

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anonymous asked:

And he looked at her and knew that all would be well for now. At the end please

A/N: My mind went here, and I’m not sorry. 

“I’m late.” As she looked at Killian, and he noticed panic in her usually vibrant green eyes.

“What are you late for, Swan? Surely whatever it is, the other party would be ok with you being tardy.”

“No, Killian. I’m late.

“I still don’t follow.”

Frustrated at his lack of 21st century knowledge, she wracked her brain to try and figure out a way for him to understand what was going on with her. He came from a simpler place, so she needed to think simple. Suddenly, it came to her. Walking up to him so that she was only about a foot away from him, she sighed as she said, “I haven’t bled this month, Killian.”

She had never seen his blue eyes as bright as they were in that moment. 

“Swan…are you saying…?”

“It’s possible.”

“We must go seek out Regina! She will be able to tell for sure!” He got so excited at the prospect of her being with his child, that he almost knocked her over getting to the coat closet to put on his leather jacket. 

“Slow down, tiger. There’s no need for that. There is a way to figure it out, and it doesn’t need to involve Regina.”

“So you will do magic to determine it?”

“Not exactly,” she said over her shoulder as she made her way to the bathroom down the hall. She came back seconds later, holding a while stick with a rounded tip. 

“What is this device?”

“This is what modern people use to determine…” she was so nervous she couldn’t even say the word. She wasn’t nervous about it being his; she was more nervous about it being too soon in their relationship. Deep down, she was also nervous that he would be the second person in her life to abandon her while she was pregnant. She wasn’t sure if she could survive that again. 

“What exactly does it do?”

“It’s not so much what it does, but what I will do to it…”

“And what is that?”

“Don’t make me say it…it’s kind of embarrassing…”

“That’s your prerogative, Swan. I will just have to ask your mother how this device works.”

“Please do!” she said, laughing. She would love to be there when her mother tells Killian exactly what goes into taking a pregnancy test. “I will be right back. Then I have to set a timer for five minutes.”

Emma excused herself to head into the bathroom. After doing what needed to be done, she placed the stick on the sink and set the timer on her phone for five minutes. They were the longest five minutes of her life. 

When the timer went off, she didn’t even want to look, but she knew she had to so that Killian would know. He was probably wondering what was going on; she hated worrying him. 

Finally braving a look at the stick, she saw a tiny “+” sigh had appeared. She was pregnant. Whether it was happiness, fear, worry, or a combination of the three, Emma began to cry. Sliding her back down the wall, and collapsing to the ground, she gave in to her emotions. Moments later, she heard the door slowly creak open; she looked up to see Killian’s face, etched with concern. 

“Emma, love…” he whispered as he dropped to ground beside her and putting his arms around her shoulders. He didn’t say anything else, just allowed her to cry freely until she was ready to talk. But she didn’t say anything once the tears began to subside. Emma grasped the stick and held it up to show Killian the “+” sign. 

“Does this mean…?”

“Yes. You’re going to be a father, Killian.”

Now Killian was the one shedding tears. Never in his wildest dreams would he have every thought he was qualified to be a father. His own father abandoned him and Liam when he was ten, so he didn’t exactly have the best role model. And with everything he had done in his life prior to Emma, he didn’t deserve this kind of happiness. She changed that; changed him. 

“Emma, you have made me happier than I have ever though possible.”

“You mean, you aren’t scared? You won’t leave?”

Looking at her like she had just slapped him, he told her, plainly, “Of course, I’m plenty scared, Swan. I’ve been been a father. And no, I would never dream of abandoning you. I know what you have gone through before, and you know about me. My goal know is not only to be a better man for you, Swan, but an even better man for our child.”

Smiling, she snuggled closer to him as he kissed her forehead ever so lightly. And then he looked at her knew all would be well for now.