#multi doctor stories

[heimeldat]

All My Multi-Doctor Fics

COMPLETE:

Lies All Other Ways - All Doctors, Zagreus

INCOMPLETE:

The Hundred-Eyed Cathedral - Seven and Eight, Leela and Fitz

Reasons for Pain - various companions

Symbiosis  - All Doctors, TARDIS

[truebluewhocanoe]

If your multi-Doctor story isn't either 1. Characterizing or interrogating the character of the incarnations involved through the interactions between the Doctors or 2. Noticeably changing the status quo, then you shouldn't be doing a multi-Doctor story

Fanfiction excepted of course y'all go off and have fun

[crookedfivefingers]

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link to the post I accidentally wound up prattling endlessly about in the tags 💀

[expelliarmus]

[misc-catgirl-anatomy]

hdg star trek au where bones gets Big Mad at an affini saying that bones is a vet

[biomic]

i get people saying it does ncuti a disservice to have to share his first episode as the doctor with tennant instead of the traditional passing of the torch, but i think it's a testament to his talent that he never once feels like he's playing second fiddle to THE most popular doctor of the modern era. he owns the screen from moment one. he doesn't need to be passed the torch, he took it himself and ran with it, and i feel like that's very fitting from what we've seen of his doctor so far

[thepasteldreamers]

*thinking about possible Eight and Thirteen multi doctor story arcs again*

Oh my gosh if Molly and Dan met I think they’d get along and could possibly be friends.

I need a multi doctor story with Thirteen, Yaz, Eight, Liv, and Helen. I think they would have a cool dynamic.

Eight and Thirteen somehow have a companion swap where Eight works with Yaz and Dan while Thirteen has to work with Liv and Molly (there will be chaos especially between Molly and Thirteen)

[thegeekylady52]

watching classic who chronologically? no!

companion wheel:

instead of going through each doctor chronologically, watch the first serial of the companion that the wheel picks, and when it picks the same companion once again, watch their second serial and so on

[dougielombax]

Withnail & I is a multi-Doctor story.

[elliottexists]

god i wish the 12th doctors era ended with him lying on the ground of that forest saying "pity, no stars. i hoped there'd be stars." with that beautiful score behind it and a gentle regeneration it would have been incredible

[krisptoaster]

Another WH OC :]

Dr. Mathias L. Medic, Male (He/Him), tired as- just- just so exhausted at this point, this man needs a break. Giant local doctor puppet living just outside the neighbourhood. Oh and he's married to the most chaotic husband curtesy of @fandomshmandom69 's OC Benji

[ontargetmadders]

I absolutely love how ever since the three doctors there's a long standing tradition that whenever there are multiple doctors present they must immediately start arguing with themselves and insulting each other lol. The fact that they can barely get along for 2 seconds really is the definition of true self hatred 😂

[timelessvampire30]

If I had a penny for every time David Tennant became the doctor I'd have two pennies which isn't much but it's crazy that it happened twice.

Then again you've also got Tentoo. At this point they should make a multi doctor story featuring david tennant as the 10th doctor, david tennant as the 14th doctor...oh and david tennant as tentoo

[dwimpossblog]

The Sirens of Time

Gallifrey is in peril yet again, and only three Doctors can save the day. The Sirens of Time, the first Big Finish Doctor Who story was released 25 years ago today! #DoctorWho #DrWho #TheSirensOfTime #PeterDavison #ColinBaker #SylvesterMcCoy #BigFinish #Audio #Review #FifthDoctor #SixthDoctor #SeventhDoctor

Beware the Sirens of Time.The Temperon Synopsis Gallifrey is in a state of crisis, facing destruction at the hands of an overwhelming enemy. And the Doctor is involved in three different incarnations – each caught up in a deadly adventure, scattered across time and space. The web of time is threatened – and someone wants the Doctor dead.The three incarnations of the Doctor must join together to…

[galacticlamps]

I'm going to uno reverse card you and say: for the fic guessing game, 'light'?

lol that's fair

apparently I talk about light a lot (go figure) so have this one that happens to be in the middle of its story's 'Oh' moment:

But perhaps, somewhere along the line, Jamie had slipped, and now . . . well now, standing on the balcony of a palace on another planet, with the Doctor dipping his head nearer just to hide his eyes from the light - nearer, and not farther, which would've been just as easy - no, now he had to admit something was different. When it had changed or whether it hadn't at all and he'd simply been too fool to realize it before he couldn't say, and it didn't matter anyway - he knew it now, and that scared him.

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And just for kicks, under the cut I'm gonna put a longer excerpt from a totally different fic that came up while I was ctrl+f-ing 'light' in my wips - mainly because it happens to be part of a scene from a longish 'the Doctor & Jamie reunite with Zoe in 6b' story which is nowhere near completion, but feels relevant given the boxset Big Finish released last week (not that I've gotten a chance to listen to it yet, but still).

Zoe sat across from Jamie, her elbows on the table, her chin resting atop her hands - but she wasn't relaxed. She stared at him intently, and actually narrowed her eyes as he watched.

"What?" he asked, already defensive, and following through on an old self-conscious instinct, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. With no mirror in sight, he looked to the Doctor to check if he'd somehow gotten something on his face already, but he looked just as baffled. Zoe hadn't broken her concentration yet.

"I'm trying to figure out if I'm older than you," she announced, still deep in thought.

"Ah--" the Doctor began, grinning wickedly, but whether he was going to answer her or merely tease they never found out, because Jamie shot an arm out lightning quick, as if to hold him back.

"No' so fast, you. Let the girl work it out."

He finished chewing and settled himself squarely in front of her for inspection. She continued to stare. "Y'know, I'm surprised you're having such trouble telling," he taunted. "After all, how old are you now?"

She opened her mouth at first to protest that she was under no obligation to announce her own age while he continued to keep his secret, but she still thought she might figure it out - and if she couldn't, she at least had the Doctor to rely on to make Jamie tell the truth.

So she shrugged. "I'm 41. But everyone here thinks I'm 39. I was born 39 years ago, of course, but counting chronologically from the time I left the Wheel with you in the Tardis, I aged two years before the Time Lords returned me to my own time. That was twenty-one years ago, now," she added, unable to judge if the faint waver of wistfulness in her voice was truly audible, or if it was just her own imagination. Thankfully, neither of them pressed her on it.

"Well, y'see, Zoe," Jamie began slowly, still chewing his last mouthful after she finished her explanation and sat waiting calmly for his reply. The Doctor leaned forward too, seemingly intrigued, though it must only have been to see what answer Jamie would try. "I was born in 1724," he paused and washed down his food with a swig from his glass, and for a moment Zoe had the grace to assume he was just working through his calculations, as she had done. "So I'm pretty sure I'm older than you," he finished, setting the glass back down on the table triumphantly.

All at once she felt a young girl again, a devilish light in her eyes. She wanted to jump across the table and tackle him - but that wasn't what Madam Presidents did. "Why, you--"

"They don't traditionally swear at their guests either, Ms. Heriot."

She turned on the Doctor, shocked. "You read my mind," she began, more impressed than accusatory, but he did at least have the decency to look sheepish.

He coughed politely. "Only to, ah, verify your math. And I'm sure you could feel my presence there, if you think about it."

"I could but I didn't know that's what it was. You've gotten so much better at it."

"Had to," he said simply, and shrugged, his eyes downcast.

Well, there was more to that, clearly, she thought, filing his deliberately nonchalant expression away for closer inspection later - but for now she was not about to be deterred. She snapped her eyes and her attention both back to Jamie.

"Still, we both know the Doctor obviously continues to value honesty and accuracy, so surely he'll tell me how old you are, even if you won't."

"Not if I ask him not to - right, Doctor?"

"Well . . . " he began, noncommittally drawing the word out so long that Zoe actually had time to wonder what his plan was for once he ran out of vowel. Jamie looked so genuinely horrified it was downright comical, and she had to force herself not to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"We're married, Doctor," he reminded him, indignant.

"Oh, but it's Zoe," he complained, sounding every bit the petulant child she remembered he could be, all those years ago. "And as far as I can remember, none of the ceremonies we ever partook in had anything in the vows about obeying. Although I might be wrong . . ." he added under his breath, scratching his head.

"Charming," Jamie grumbled.

"Well, when we've had as many weddings as we have it can be quite a lot to keep straight in your head. You know, I sometimes wonder if we might qualify for some kind of an all-time record. If we hadn't the need to be covert about so many of them, of course."

"Stop that!" she snapped, and the Doctor turned back to her, the picture of confused innocence.

"Stop what?"

"You're trying to help him without helping him, just by distracting me. Naturally, I want to hear everything about all these weddings of yours, and I will see to it that you'll be having another one while you're here, like it or not--"

"Yes ma'am," Jamie quipped, mock-serious.

"--But first, I am going to find out how old you are, James Robert McCrimmon, and if you force me to use your husband to do it, then that decision is on you."

Jamie mopped his face with his napkin and came out of it smiling. He stretched and dropped an arm around the Doctor's shoulders, perfectly relaxed. Already, Zoe felt her heart sink, but she was careful to keep her composure.

"I'm only pullin' your leg. I'm 44."

"What, really? And you expect me to just believe that?" She raised an eyebrow in challenge but then glanced at the Doctor to confirm, and when he nodded she allowed her facade to crumble, rolling her eyes. Of course she had known when she'd first laid eyes on them that they'd be cutting it close, but Jamie still had quite a bit of that boyishness about him that had made it frustrating enough being his junior the first time around, and she really thought she might genuinely have enjoyed being just a hair older than him, for a change. After all, if you had to be ripped apart from your family and sent to separate timezones to live out your lives forever wishing for an improbable reunion, it might as well be good for something. But Jamie was far too smug looking now to be pretending, and Zoe knew it. "Oh, some people have all the luck," she groaned, dropping her arms and collapsing back dejectedly against her seat.

"Aye," Jamie said, leaning in over the table to follow her, "and some people live 22 years on Earth before they meet a time traveler, then spend 5 years with him before his people erase their memory and send them home to live another 5 before he's allowed to come pick them up again, and then force the pair of 'em to've spent 12 years so far working for them. Some people, eh?" he finished hotly, swiping his glass off the table again and raising it to his mouth in one fluid motion to take a long drink. But even so, his face was not so totally obscured from view that Zoe couldn't make out the amused curl at the corner of his lips, and when she caught his gaze again the glimmer in his eye was all fondness, just as it was with Doctor's and, she knew, her own.

Yes, no matter the circumstances, it was certainly good to see them again.

[thefabelmans2022]

the more i think about the 60th the more i dislike it.