It's amazing what you can find out you've written while completely pissed, so here I present my novelization of The End of Time Part One. So for the last week I've been finishing it off for the sheer hell of it, and since my Short Trip concept Saturday Night at the Red Lion has been sent off to Big Finish for their no-doubt-immediate rejection, I might as well post it here.
The sequel is already underway...
...and both installments will be reissued in one massive bumper edition!
And meantime, a snippet from the novelization of the Eleventh Doctor's first episode...
The Doctor sprinted out the back door as fast as his new legs would carry him. ‘We’ve got to get back in there!’ he shouted over his shoulder as he hurtled into the garden. ‘The engines are fading! It’s gonna blow!’
Amy lifted the hem of her nightie and tried to keep pace with the manic figure. She finally found him crouched beside the end of the police box, fastening a length of rope around something on the ground. She could barely see him, the only light coming from the blazing inferno inside the overturned blue booth that shone from the shattered windows. Smoke was belching out through the open double doors, that were now acting more like lids. ‘But it’s a box,’ she gasped, ‘How can a box have engines?’
‘It’s not a box,’ the Doctor replied briskly, tightening the knot and leaping to his feet to face the little girl. ‘It’s a time machine!’ he said excitedly and then ran around the disintegrating TARDIS, looping the rope through the brass door handle.
‘What?’ asked Amy incredulously. ‘You’ve got a real time machine?’
‘Not for much longer if I can’t get it stabilized!’ he grimaced, flinging the free end of the rope onto the far side of the horizontal police box. ‘A five minute hop into the future should do it...’
Amy realized he was serious as he began to slide the rope through the other brass door handle, linking the two open panels together. ‘Can I come?’ she asked hopefully.
‘Not safe in there, not yet. Five minutes,’ he told her with a smile, running past her and climb up the base of the police box, clutching the free end of the rope like an explorer scaling a mountain. ‘Give me five minutes, I’ll be right back,’ the Doctor promised her, and dropped inside his dying time ship.