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vintage1981 · 7 years ago

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New Doctor Who 'TARGET' Style Novelisations Officially Announced

April sees a whole new range of novelisations of Doctor Who television episodes in the style of the classic 'Target' book range.

The five new releases see the debut Doctor Who novelisations from former Doctor Who showrunners Russell T Davies and Steven Moffat. The books are also the first novelisations of the show's post-2005 era.

During the 'classic' era of Doctor Who, Target novelisations of episodes were regularly released with almost every story being adapted. For three decades this series of books delighted Whovians with exciting adventures and iconic cover artwork.

Rose

By Russell T Davies

In a lair somewhere beneath central London, a malevolent alien intelligence is plotting the end of humanity. Shop window dummies that can move – and kill – are taking up key positions, ready to strike.

Rose Tyler, an ordinary Londoner, is working her shift in a department store, unaware that this is the most important day of her life. She’s about to meet the only man who understands the true nature of the threat facing Earth, a stranger who will open her eyes to all the wonder and terror of the universe – a traveller in time and space known as the Doctor.

The Christmas Invasion

By Jenny T Colgan

When a British space probe is intercepted by a sinister alien vessel on the eve of Christmas, it marks the beginning of an audacious invasion of the Earth by the Sycorax – horrifying marauders from beyond the stars. Within hours, a third of humanity stands on the brink of death with not a single shot fired.

Our planet needs a champion – but the Doctor is not fit for service. He’s just regenerated, delirious in a new body and a dressing gown. Forced into his battered shoes is his friend, Rose Tyler, a girl from a London council estate. Will she save the world from this nightmare before Christmas – or see it destroyed?

The Day of the Doctor

By Steven Moffat

The Tenth Doctor is hunting shape-shifting Zygons in Elizabethan England. The Eleventh is investigating a rift in space-time in the present day. And one other – the man they used to be but never speak of – is fighting the Daleks in the darkest days of the Time War. Driven by demons and despair, this battle-scarred Doctor is set to take a devastating decision that will threaten the survival of the entire universe ... a decision that not even a Time Lord can take alone.

On this day, the Doctor’s different incarnations will come together to save the Earth ... to save the universe ... and to save his soul.

Twice Upon A Time

By Paul Cornell

Still reeling from his encounter with the Cybermen, the First Doctor stumbles through the bitter Antarctic wind, resisting the approaching regeneration with all his strength. But as he fights his way through the snowdrifts, he comes across the familiar shape of a blue police box, and a mysterious figure who introduces himself as the Doctor ...

Thrown together at their most vulnerable moments, the two Doctors must discover why the snowflakes are suspended in the sky, why a First World War Captain has been lifted from his time stream moments before his death, and who is the mysterious Glass Woman who knows their true name.

The Doctor is reunited with Bill, but is she all she seems? And can he hold out against the coming regeneration?

City of Death

By James Goss

Visiting Paris in 1979, the Doctor and Romana’s hopes for a holiday are soon shattered by armed thugs, a suave and dangerous Count, a plot to steal the Mona Lisa and a world-threatening experiment with time.

Teaming up with a British detective, the Time Lords discover that a ruthless alien plot hatched in Earth’s pre-history has reached its final stage. If Scaroth, last of the Jagaroth, cannot be stopped then the human race is history, along with all life on Earth ...

All titles are released on April 5, 2018

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blueboxesandtrafficcones · 6 years ago

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Barcelona is for Lovers - Chapter 1

Welcome to my new multi-chapter fic! Thank you for joining us. @stupidsatsuma is my beta, and a major help in getting this thing off my computer and into the world!

General warnings for: hanky panky. Take the ‘lovers’ part of the title seriously.

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Summary

Three months after Rose and the Doctor are reunited and promptly ditched on a beach in Norway, they are still trying to find their feet. Rose plans a trip to Barcelona for them to relax, reconnect, and hopefully consummate their relationship.

Rose sank into the window seat, arranging her rolling bag at her feet. Her present view was just of the train at the next platform, but once they were out of the station she anticipated gorgeous views of the English countryside.

“Good spot.”

Rose looked up at the approving tone, smiling slightly as the Doctor settled next to her. “Thanks.” She’d chosen the spot specifically with him in mind; they were at the head of the traincar, with nothing in front of them but plenty of space for him to stretch his legs. His own bag went next to hers, and he reached for her hand. She gave it willingly, lacing their fingers together and resting the joined palms on her thigh.

She could already see the difference this impromptu trip was making in him. He’d been here, in this universe, for almost three months now. The first couple of weeks had been good, catching up and getting him settled. Shopping and paperwork had been interspersed with tours of London and playing with Tony, telling stories and relearning each other. But once the dust had settled he’d grown restless, and she had to give credit where it was due – he’d tried very hard to hide it. She knew him, though, could still recognize that longing look in his eye that he’d have when they’d stay on the TARDIS for too long a stretch.

She’d booked this trip the next day. They’d had to wait until his passport came in, but that was yesterday and today they were on their way.

Now he was calm, looking around in interest at their fellow passengers and out the windows. “How long’s this leg?”

“Two and a half hours,” she checked their travel documents. “Then a forty-five minute layover, then another five on the TGV.”

“The ‘TGV’,” he scoffed, “what an original name. ‘High speed train’. Brilliant.” His free hand carded through his hair, ruffling the strands he’d spent twenty minutes on that morning to the point of nearly making them late.

“You’re right, ‘Underground’ is much cleverer,” she teased, grinning up at him. “It’s almost as if someone thought it might be a good idea for the name to be descriptive.”

The Doctor’s jaw dropped, staring down at her for a moment before pursing his lips and harrumphing. “Go ahead and mock, Rose Tyler.”

She waited, but he didn’t say anything else, just determinedly staring out the window over her head. “No need to pout, love, we’re on holiday! You should be happy.”

His expression softened, and he beamed at her. “I am happy, my love,” he emphasized the endearment, and Rose suspected their faces would crack any moment from so much smiling, “cause I’m with you. Plus, we’re finally alone.”

That was true; after four years of bedtime stories from his big sister about her heroic alien ‘friend’, Tony had been in awe of meeting the Doctor in the flesh, even more so than the time they took him to meet Elmo. Every second that her brother was awake he clamored for the Doctor and Rose’s attention, barely letting them have a moment to themselves. The odd times that they did find themselves alone for the day, inevitably one of her parents would interrupt, hijacking them until Tony woke from his nap.

But now they had ten uninterrupted days alone. They were on their way to Barcelona (the city not the planet), where Rose had rented a house for the week. No parents, no brother, hopefully no alien encounters – other than what she had planned for the one next to her. Sightseeing, sunbathing… and, she crossed her fingers, hopefully some shagging. Or at least brilliant snogging.

The train started moving then, and she squeezed his hand in excitement. “Here we go!” Rose let go momentarily to shove up the armrest between them, and they cuddled together by the window as the train left the station and made its way through the city.

She was so distracted by his long, lean body pressed against hers, she almost missed a point of interest. Using the GPS on her mobile to verify they were in the right spot, she nudged him before gesturing out the window. “See this park here?”

“Yeah?”

“You can’t quite see it but if you follow these paths, they’ll take you around towards the construction.”

“Oh? And what are they constructing?” he murmured in her ear, sending a rush of warmth through her veins.

“The Olympic park.”

“Oh, are they doing that here?” he asked in delight. “I didn’t ask.”

She grinned at him in the reflection of the window. “Yep! Next summer now. Coming soon.”

“Think they’ll let me carry the torch?”

“They didn’t let you the first time,” she shot back, “and hopefully, the Isolus won’t get lost in this universe.”

He hummed softly. “Well, actually, all things considered, it wouldn’t be that big a deal if it happened again. I mean, no one died, and honestly, I think it helped that family more than it hurt. What was their name?”

“Webber,” Rose said promptly. “Chloe and Trish.”

He went still behind her for a moment before pressing his lips to the side of her head, hard. “I love that you still remember that,” he whispered. “I love you.”

Her heart skipped a beat as it always did, and she took a moment to savor those words, how easily he said them, how often he said them. “I love you too.”

They’d had breakfast before leaving the house, but shortly before they entered the Chunnel the Doctor stood, stretching. “I could use a cuppa – you?”

Rose didn’t hesitate to sprawl out across both seats. “Sure, ta.” She watched him walk away, whistling, before calling him back. “Wait!”

“What’s wrong?” He hurried over to her.

She dug in her purse. “One – the galley’s the other way, and two – d’you have cash?” She glanced up to see him grinning, wallet in hand.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” he said smugly, as if two days ago he hadn’t almost gotten them arrested because he’d forgotten to pay for lunch.

Rose relaxed, sinking back in her seat, unable to wipe the happiness from her face. “Great. Oooh, I could go a chocolate croissant though, if they’ve got any.”

He blinked down at her, looking almost offended. “We’ll be in Paris in an hour, and you want a croissant from a train?”

“Yep!”

He shook his head, walking away muttering under his breath.

“I heard that!”

In Paris they changed trains, stopping to grab pastries and lunch to go. Settled in their seats on the TGV, Rose immediately pulled out one of the croissants and tore it in two, offering half to the Doctor. She had the window again, and they snuggled together to watch the French countryside fly by.

“So this is probably a ridiculous question, but have you ever been to Paris?” Rose asked, leaning back against his chest.

“Of course,” he answered as expected. “A number of times. Once, I came with my friend Romana. Was it before? No- not long after she regenerated. We were here as tourists-”

“Wait, regenerated? She was a Time Lord?” Rose bolted upright, turning to stare at him.

The Doctor ruffled his hair, an uncertain expression on his face. “Yes- well, Time Lady. She traveled with me for a while in her first and second incarnations.”

“Oh,” she exhaled, mind whirling. For some reason, she’d never pictured him travelling with anyone but a human. “Were you… involved?”

“What, romantically?” His concern seemed to be fading, only to be replaced with confusion. “Ugh, no. She is- well, was, I suppose- one of my best friends, and a good ally whenever I had to return home, but- decidedly not.”

“Okay.” Rose shook her head, resettling herself in his arms. “Sorry, minor jealous freakout over. You were tourists?”

He kissed the side of her head, arms tightening around her. “Right. Anyway, we were wandering around, taking in the sights, when we realized someone was messing with time. Long story short, an alien of the species Jagaroth had tried to take off in his spaceship some odd 400 million years ago, the ship blew up, and fragments of his consciousness were scattered forward through the centuries. The one in 1979 Paris was posing as a Count, trying to raise funds to build a machine that would send him back to just before the explosion to stop it.”

“Did he succeed?”

The Doctor scoffed. “The ship exploding mixed with the amniotic fluid on the ground, creating amino acids and effectively life on Earth.”

“So it was a paradox,” Rose guessed, tilting her head back to see his chin. “He could never succeed ‘cause if he did he wouldn’t have been splintered in the first place, and there would’ve been no humanity to help him get back to the explosion.”

“Exactly,” the Doctor confirmed after a moment. “I must say, Rose, you follow this a lot better than you used to.”

“Experience,” she replied simply. “I spent two years hopping from dimension to dimension. I had to understand – it was do or die.”

He traced his finger over her face, starting with her cheek before skating over her lips, nose, and brow, feather light. The touch still made her shiver, leaning heavier into him. He never spoke, and eventually she turned to look out the window again, the countryside flying by.

The slight rocking of the train must have lulled her to sleep, because she jerked awake at the conductor announcing, “Gare de Narbonne! Narbonne!”

Struggling to untangle herself from the Doctor’s grip, she sat up, blinking. The sky was beginning to darken, and she realized it was the last stop before their own. “Doctor?” She gently shook him awake as the train began to move again. “Wake up, please.”

His eyes cracked open, a loud yawn echoing in the otherwise quiet car. “Where’re we?”

“Narbonne, we’re next.”

“How long?”

“Bout thirty minutes, I think.”

“Oh, okay.” And his eyes drifted shut again. Rose waited a moment, before viciously pinching his side. “Oi!”

“Don’t fall back asleep,” she hissed, “we’ll be there before we know it. Come on, let’s clean this stuff up.”

He grumbled, still yawning, but did as she asked. By the time all the trash had been discarded and they’d each made a trip to the loo, they were pulling into the station.

“Gare de Perpignan! Perpignan!”

The train stopped and they stood, the Doctor snatching Rose’s bag before she could. “Lead the way,” he nudged, and she did, stepping off the train and quickly locating the car rental booth.

“Erm, bonjour- ah, bonsoir, je m’appelle Rose Tyler, j’ai une reservation?”

Getting the car was relatively painless, despite being able to sense the Doctor’s desire to jump in and take over. Thankfully he was wise enough to let her handle it, merely following her to the rental car where she froze, keys in hand.

It was exactly what she’d ordered: a midnight blue, sparking convertible in a shade as close to the TARDIS as she could get. But looking at the vehicle reminded her of a key difference between England and the Continent – the steering wheel was on the other side.

“D’you want me to drive?” the Doctor offered, already popping the trunk and loading the bags.

“No, I can do it, I just need you to navigate for me,” Rose said, biting her lip. How hard could it be?

“Alrighty, then.” And he opened the right-side door with a flourish, waiting expectantly.

Smiling, she shook her head, walking around to the left and opening the door for herself. “Thanks, love.”

“Right.” He yawned again, ruffling his hair sheepishly as he slid in. “This is nice.”

“I wanted to feel the wind in my hair,” Rose explained, carefully adjusting her mirrors and seat before starting the car. “Okay, we’ve got about thirty kilometers to go tonight so we cross the border into Spain. Then we can drive along the coast in the daylight.”

“Molto bene.”

She eased the car out of the space, watching carefully as she got out onto the street. Fortunately traffic was light, just enough cars on the road to remind her which side to be on. She deliberately drove out of her way for a few minutes as practice, before making her way over to the divided highway, holding her breath until she’d smoothly merged with traffic. So long as she kept going straight she wasn’t too worried, and was soon comfortable enough to steal glances every so often at the farmland on the side of the highway.

“So, you haven’t said what all you’ve got planned for this week,” the Doctor mentioned, startling her; he’d been quiet for so long, she’d thought he’d fallen asleep again.

“Oh, the usual,” she said flippantly, “sun, sand, se- spending time alone with you.” Rose bit her lip hoping he couldn’t see her blush, and more importantly, hadn’t caught her slip of the tongue. She wanted to discuss their physical relationship with him, but hurtling down a motorway at 100 kph didn’t seem like the best time.

“That it?” His voice was warm, and to her surprise, he settled his palm on her thigh, thumb stroking at the sensitive skin.

“Sightseeing! We’re not too far from Barcelona, so I figured we could drive in a couple days, do the tourist thing.” She swallowed, warmth pooling in her stomach. His gaze was heavy on her, but not uncomfortable – more of a cozy duvet during the winter type of weight, rather than oppressive. Could he, possibly, already be on the same page?

“Yeah, all right,” he was nodded approvingly when she snuck a peek at him, “also, love the alliteration.”

“Just for you, babe.” Her laugh was off, too high-pitched and breathless, but it was genuine, and he giggled along.

They rode in silence after that, Rose focusing as the traffic picked up around her, the Doctor a steady but still presence next to her but for the occasional direction. They made it to the hotel soon enough, and once again he rushed to carry her bag for her, dutifully trailing behind as she checked them in.

Despite the fact they’d been sleeping in the same bed since his arrival, anticipation sparked between them as they reached the room. For the first time, there would be no risk of interruption – no Tony to come bounding in, no Jackie to pester them down to breakfast.

Rose threw open the door, nearly dancing inside – until she stopped dead, the Doctor crashing into her back in his own haste.

“Oi! Why’d you stop- oh.” His chest was warm against her back as they stood there, staring at the twin beds. A beautiful antique nightstand stood between the beds, and Rose had a nasty feeling that it would be quite heavy, if not impossible, to move.

“They were supposed to give us a king,” she moaned, as the two bags dropped to the ground behind her. “Shit. And the girl said we were the last to check in, too.”

“We can make do,” the Doctor said bravely. “It’s one night.”

“Yeah.” Rose supposed it was for the best, as she lifted her weekender onto the bed closer to the window. The anticipation and impatience was making her ache, and if they slept curled up together she couldn’t promise to control herself, and she didn’t want that. She wanted to have a conversation about it first, a likely excruciating and humiliating conversation, and make sure they were on the same page.

Plus, she didn’t want anyone to overhear them – she suspected they would be loud.

She couldn’t wait.

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