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Doctor Who: Legacy – I’ll keep you safe (by my standards)


the Doctor and his companions arrive in the strangest of places where, in order to survive, they need to play a life size tile matching puzzle game. Is this the end for the Doctor?
A fanfiction featuring: the 12th Doctor, Madame Vastra, Jenny Flint, Jo Grant, Sarah Jane Smith and Rory Williams.

Note & disclaimer:

this is a tribute to the game ‘Doctor Who: Legacy’, and to the people behind it, Susan and Lee Cummings, the teams of Tiny Rebel Games and Seed Studio.
No financial or material profit is generated from this story and no copyright infringement was intended.

Doctor Who: Legacy – I’ll keep you safe
(by my standards)


The Tardis shook violently as it went through another temporal anomaly. The Doctor, eyebrows frowning in concentration, was focusing on stabilizing his ship, while his companions were clinging on anything they could find to keep their balance.
‘How do you do it?’ Jo Grant shouted over the rumbling sound the Tardis was making.
‘How do I do what?’ The Time Lord shouted back.
‘Not falling down when it’s shaking and rocking like this. It doesn’t make sense!’
Sarah Jane Smith smiled at her:
‘He’s probably going to tell you that it’s because the polarity is reversed where he is standing.’
‘I had to reverse the polarity of the stabilization field around the console to allow…’
He paused, realizing that he had basically been repeating the journalist’s words.
‘Alright, this should work. Brace yourselves!’
The Doctor lowered a lever, and the ship went quiet instantly, saved for the central column that was going up and down steadily.
‘Ha ha!’ The Time Lord said, clapping his hands together. ‘I told you it would work!’
‘Yes, but… where are we?’ Rory Williams asked, still holding on to the handrail, just in case things weren’t totally in control. Experience had taught him that you could never be absolutely certain with the Doctor.
The Time Lord looked at the scanner and resumed his frowning.
‘This is odd…’ He said before walking towards the door.
Jo followed suit.
‘Are you sure this is safe?’
The Doctor shrugged: ‘Safe doesn’t apply to humans. You are doomed to die, and you don’t know when and where. Especially when. That’s why you can never be safe. But I have a duty of care. So I’ll try to make sure that you’re safe by my standards.’
‘I feel better already,’ smiled Sarah Jane, while Rory rolled his eyes.

They stepped outside the Tardis and looked equally astonished when they discovered their surroundings. The Doctor was the only one who didn’t look surprised. In fact, he looked…worried.
‘What is this place?’ Jo wondered.
‘Where are we?’ Rory asked.
It looked like a giant ball pool with zero gravity. Black, blue, green, red, yellow and pink gems were hanging in suspension right above them, in an intricate set of rows.
‘Look! They are moving!’ Sarah Jane told them, pointing in the direction of a yellow gem that was indeed moving, creating a line of four matching colour gems that popped simultaneously, only to be replaced by new gems.
‘I can’t believe this!’ Rory exclaimed. ‘This is a videogame! We’re inside a videogame!’
‘No, we’re not,’ the Time Lord said sternly. ‘It’s far worse than that.’
Before he could explain further, someone stepped in front of him. A lizard woman, dressed in Victorian clothes, was holding a long sword with which she stopped a blast of energy that would have hit the Doctor.
‘Don’t stay there doing nothing!’ She shouted. ‘Help us!’
Another figure, also dressed in Victorian clothes and also holding a sword, showed up next. It was a young woman, with soft features.
‘How can we help?’ Sarah Jane asked, ready for action.
‘Madame Vastra. Jenny Flint. Nice to see that you haven’t lost your touch!’ The Time Lord said, before turning to face his companions. ‘Rory was right.’
‘Was I?’
‘No. But while we’re not in a videogame, this place acts like one. We need to play in order to survive.’
‘OK, so it is a videogame after all.’
Jo nudged him, and he winked at her.
‘From what I understand, it’s a tile matching puzzle,’ the Doctor explained quite seriously.
‘Yes, I think we all got that part,’ Sarah Jane told him. ‘The question is: how do we make the gems move? And what happens when we match them?’
‘Use your mind,’ Vastra said, before demonstrating by moving a red gem until it formed a line of four red gems. ‘Picture where you want the gem to go, but beware, you don’t have much time to make your move!’
‘And then what?’ Jo asked.
‘Then you get special abilities!’ Jenny replied. ‘I can turn blue and yellow gems into red for instance! And I’m very good with red! Madame Vastra’s colour is yellow.’
‘What are we up against?’ Sarah Jane enquired.
‘Difficult to say, really,’ Vastra replied. ‘It is as if every enemy the Doctor has was trying to disrupt his timeline. We encountered Sontarans, Weeping Angels, Cybermen, Daleks, Toclafanes… All of them seem to have gathered here.’
‘Alright. Let’s do this then!’
They took position next to each other, and focused on the gems. It wasn’t difficult to get them to move around, the tricky part, however, was to be fast enough to match as many colours as possible.
‘Doctor! You’re regenerating!’ Rory suddenly cried out without warning.
And indeed energy was floating around the Time Lord, who looked down at his hands with concern.
‘He’s not regenerating, he is building up energy for his special ability!’ Madame Vastra hurriedly explained. ‘We all got one or two. You’ll find it out as soon as you matched enough gems of your colour!’
‘And how are we supposed to know what our strong colour is in the first place?’ Grumbled Rory as he was matching a tile of green balls.
Energy instantly started floating around him as well.
‘Wow! I guess that’s how!’
They soon realized that their opponents had special abilities too, and that those were quite dangerous.
Madame Vastra and Sarah Jane discovered that they had yellow in common, and that their attacks were powerful. Jenny was red, and she would easily manage to get a health and technical bonus. The Doctor used black gems, and because he would frown when focusing, Jenny and Sarah Jane decided that his special ability should be known as “Attack eyebrows”. Rory was green, and he could restore stamina to the group.
While fighting, they had discovered that when hit, they would slow down, and become less effective, unless they matched pink gems or used Rory’s ability.
Jo, however, was struggling to find what her special ability was. Like Jenny, she had a special affinity with red gems, but she couldn’t figure out what to use them for. This was the strangest fight she had ever seen in her life, and she was a bit concerned about the outcome. She was lacking Sarah Jane, the Silurian or Jenny’s self-confidence, and feared that she would be useless. She was decided not to let them down, though.
The strange fight went on, and as Sarah Jane, Jo, Rory and the Time Lord became more familiar with the gem moving technique, they also improved to the point where Vastra and Jenny felt confident that the odds were turning in their favour.
‘The Doctor’s super ability will be activated soon, and then our opponents won’t stand a chance.’
Sadly, their current enemies, three spoonheads, seemed to be aware of that fact as well, and they aimed their next attack at the Time Lord who was stunned upon impact.
‘Doctor!’ Jo cried out, and rushed to his side.
He had fallen on his back, and she checked for any injuries, but he was just out cold.
‘What can we do?’ She screamed, turning towards Vastra, tears already gathering in her eyes.
‘You need to wake him up! We won’t stand a chance without him!’
And indeed, now that he was down, the team struggled to keep the spoonheads at bay. Their stamina level was getting dangerously low, and Rory couldn’t recharge his ability fast enough.
‘Doctor! Doctor! Wake up please! We need you!’ Jo begged him, tears now running down her cheeks.
She grabbed his jacket and shook him, but he wouldn’t react.
Then, it was Madame Vastra and Sarah Jane’s turn to be stunned, and Jenny stared at Rory in horror.
‘This is it. We won’t make it!’
They kept matching as many tiles as they could, but Jo could tell that they were outnumbered and weakening. She looked at the gems, and that’s when she saw it. Some of them were flickering, turning into pink on and off. If she could just turn all those black gems into pink, maybe that would buy her friends some time? As soon as the thought came to her mind, all black gems turned into pink. Jenny and Rory let out a cry of joy that woke the Doctor up.
‘What did I miss?’ He asked to no one in particular.
He was already up, studying the gems layout. Jo was already helping Jenny match red gems. With their stamina at full level thanks to her, they were back in business. Soon, Vastra and Sarah Jane were up too, and they all concentrated their efforts on defeating their opponents.
And then, it was over. The spoonheads disappeared, and so did the gems. The Doctor and his companions were alone in an endless white room.
‘Where are we?’ Rory asked for the third time.
The Time Lord ignored his question. Instead, he pointed towards his ship:
‘Everyone! Back to the Tardis!’ He urged them.
They hurried behind him, and relief felt upon them as they realized they were now safe.
‘It’s not over yet,’ the Doctor said sternly.
Madame Vastra took a step forward:
‘What are your recommendations, Doctor?’
He grinned broadly, and his companions knew instantly what this meant. Further adventures and further danger
‘Now that we know how to fight them off, we have a chance to succeed! Time to restore the timeline!’ He said, and he sounded quite excited.
The Doctor lowered the lever, and the Tardis took off, flying through the vortex.

The White Lady

The signal was getting stronger, and the Doctor started running. He had been chasing a time disturbance from the past to the future, until the present. Each time the disturbance occurred, people went missing. He checked his sonic screwdriver, satisfied that the readings confirmed he was on the right track. He saw two young women in front of him and he realized that they were on the path of the time disturbance.
‘Stop! Stop right there!’ He shouted, but they didn’t pay attention to him.
He hurried up, but it was already too late. They vanished into thin air. Next thing he knew, everything went dark.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was an antique crystal chandelier. He sat up straight and checked his surroundings. He was in a Victorian bedroom. He frowned, trying to gather his memories, before he jumped up from the bed and walked straight towards the mirror that was standing in a corner of the room. He saw the familiar wrinkled face, the dangerous eyebrows and the silver hair. Relieved that he hadn’t unexpectedly regenerated, he focused on his clothes. Last time he had worn such a nice suit, he had been fighting a mummy in the Orient-Express with Clara. Memories brushed over him, and he briefly closed his eyes to focus on his present situation.
Reaching inside his suit jacket’s inner pocket, he found his sonic screwdriver which he used to scan the room.
‘Just as I thought,’ he whispered to himself.
He left the room, following his device readings that brought him into a big Victorian dining room. It wasn’t any ordinary dining room. From the huge windows, the infinity of space could be seen. This was a luxury cruise spaceship, full of people who didn’t belong here. All the missing people were now passengers enjoying a meal served by an army of waiters. An orchestra was playing music in the background. Slightly puzzled, the Doctor looked around, trying to find who was responsible for this fancy party.
He spotted her on the far side of the room, staring through the window. The Doctor remembered how earthlings called this type of apparition: a White Lady. She was a ghost, wearing a white Victorian dress. He walked towards her, and as he reached her, she turned to face him.
‘You are unlike the others,’ she said in a gentle and soft voice. ‘You are different. You are like me, and yet you are not. You are out of time.’
‘I’m the Doctor,’ he simply said. ‘And who may you be?’
‘I’m Lady Geist. I can assure you that I mean no harm to my guests.’
‘Then why abduct them?’
She smiled sadly:
‘Because I’m lonely.’
She took his arm, and he shivered. The ghost was ice cold. She walked him from table to table, greeting her guests and urging them to enjoy themselves.
‘Look how happy they all are. They are from different places, different times; they don’t even know each other, and yet, just this once, they all get along to enjoy my Halloween party.’
‘And then what?’ Asked the Doctor.
‘Then I return them to their own time and location, of course!’
‘And they won’t remember any of this…’
The White Lady shook her head.
‘They won’t. And neither will you.’
‘Why? Why do you do that?’
Lady Geist walked him to a couch facing the windows. They sat down and admired the view, before the woman spoke again:
‘I was killed here. On this ship, during one of the cruises. Before I died, I cursed the man who ended my life, and as a result, I was granted to haunt him on Halloween Day, every year. After a while, my killer was so frightened by Halloween that he considered taking his own life to end the curse. I, on the other hand, was getting tired of haunting a single man. I wanted to experience life again; I wanted to feel as happy as I did on that cruise, before my death. I confronted my killer, and made him a proposal. Each year, on Halloween Day, he would staff this ship, bring passengers aboard and organize a party for me. If he agreed to my terms, then I wouldn’t haunt him on this day.’
‘And he agreed,’ noted the Time Lord.
The White Lady smiled:
‘He did. Now that you know my story, please waltz with me.’
The orchestra was playing a famous tune, and the Doctor and the ghost waltzed and waltzed until everything went dark again.

When the Doctor woke up, he was laying on his TARDIS’ floor. He closed his eyes, trying in vain to cling to his memories.
‘No, no, no. I’m the Doctor. I’m entitled to remember!’ He groaned.
But it was pointless. When he opened his eyes, the memories had gone. He got up, and his gaze fell upon his chalkboard. Two words were written on it, and the Time Lord wondered who had left this message for him.
“Happy Halloween.”

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What if…Reddington was the Doctor? / Et si… Reddington était le Docteur ?

No one could be as different as the Doctor and Raymond Reddington, right? And yet, there is something very familiar about a certain 7th Doctor and Reddington.
Reddington et le Docteur ne pourraient pas être plus différents, n’est ce pas ? Et pourtant les similitudes entre le 7ème Docteur et Reddington sont nombreuses !

1. they share similar tastes for clothing… / Ils partagent des goûts similaires en mode vestimentaire

2. they both wear hats / Ils portent tous les deux un chapeau

3 they both have a companion they care about like a daughter / Tous deux sont accompagnés d’un personnage envers qui ils ressentent un attachement filial

4. they have a thing for cats / Ils ont un engouement pour les chats

And then, there are the psychological similarities… Seven and Red have a dark side, they are cunning, they have a way to get what they want, they are always right, and they share the same sense of loyalty.
Que dire ensuite des similarités du point de vue de leur tempérament ? Le 7ème Docteur et Red ont tous deux un côté sombre, ils sont rusés, obtiennent toujours ce qu’ils veulent, ont toujours raison et considèrent la loyauté comme une vertu.

So as far as I’m concerned, the Seven Doctor is still around, only we know him now as Raymond “Red” Reddington, the main character of NBC show “The Blacklist”!
Bref, je suis donc persuadée que le 7ème Docteur est toujours présent, mais il se cache aujourd’hui sous le nom de Raymond « Red » Reddington, le personnage principal de « The Blacklist » (NBC).


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It was already quite late when I decided to go home. It was still snowing and it was cold as well. A loud sneeze startled me and I walked towards the noise, out of curiosity. It seemed to come from nearby the clock’s tower of Saint-Nicolas Church.
There, I found a surprising scene: a sleigh to which reindeers were harnessed. A man dressed in red with white hair and a white beard was standing in front of the leading reindeer.
“Oh, Rudolph, now is not the time to let me down!”
“As if it was my fault! Achoo!”
I couldn’t believe my eyes. A talking reindeer! Santa Claus noted my presence and sighed: “We have been spotted…”
“I believe that your reindeer needs a doctor,” I said while walking towards them.
Santa Claus’ face brightened: “A doctor! That’s the solution!”
He took a mobile phone from his jacket pocket and sent a text message. Moments later, a strange noise could be heard. A dark blue phone box appeared next to us, out from nowhere. The door opened and a man came out of the box. He was wearing a black suit, had silver hair and heavy eyebrows that seemed to talk on their own.
“Here is the patient!” He said when he saw Rudolph.
“Are you the doctor?” I asked a bit foolishly.
His diagnosis was made in no time. The reindeer was suffering from a form of allergy. Luckily he happened to have the right medicine. Santa Claus told him that this had been cause for delay in the delivery and the doctor offered to give him a hand. I probably looked astonished because Rudolph explained that the doctor was a time and space traveller.
“And it’s not my first visit to your town… Last time I came, I misplaced a set of flagons that had been offered to me by a Celt. By the time I realised they were gone, they had been found by workers. It made quite a fuss! I couldn’t get them back of course. I wonder if people still speak about those flagons today…”
“A film has been made about them,” I told him.
“What a brilliant idea!” The Doctor exclaimed. “And now, Santa, what about delivering your gifts together?”
I witnessed as the strange phone box vanished and as the sleigh took off. Eyes turned towards the sky, I heard a sneeze in the distance.
“Santa Claus and a time and space traveller… No one is going to believe me if I ever tell this strange tale…” I whispered before I resumed walking home. But I was smiling.

Atchoum !

To the English version

« Quand le Père Noël doit interrompre sa tournée parce que Rudolph éternue, il peut compter sur le Docteur pour lui venir en aide… »
Ce conte de Noël a été écrit pour le Marché de Saint-Nicolas 2017 de Yutz. Exposé sur un livre géant à l’entrée du marché, il a permis à tous les visiteurs de découvrir les aventures de Rudolph, du Père Noël et du Docteur ! Magie de Noël, histoire de Yutz et hommage à une série télévisée anglaise sont les ingrédients de cette petite histoire.

Il était déjà tard lorsque je décidai de rentrer chez moi. La neige tombait toujours et le froid était lui aussi de la partie. Un éternuement bruyant me fit soudain sursauter et, par curiosité, je me dirigeai vers l’origine du bruit, non loin de la tour du clocher de l’église Saint-Nicolas.
Je découvris un spectacle particulièrement surprenant : un traîneau auquel étaient attelés des rennes. Un personnage à la barbe et aux cheveux blancs, vêtu d’un costume rouge était debout devant l’animal de tête.
« Allons, Rudolphe, ce n’est pas le moment de me faire faux bond ! »
« Comme si c’était ma faute ! Atchoum ! »
Je n’en croyais pas mes yeux. Un renne qui parlait ! Le Père Noël remarqua soudain ma présence et soupira : « Nous sommes repérés… »
« Je crois que votre renne a besoin d’un docteur vétérinaire, » dis-je en m’approchant.
Le visage du Père Noël s’illumina : « Un docteur ! Mais oui, voilà la solution ! »
Tirant un téléphone portable de la poche de sa veste, il envoya un message. L’instant d’après, un étrange bruit retentit. Une cabine téléphonique bleue foncée se matérialisa près de nous. La porte s’ouvrit et un homme en sortit. Vêtu d’un costume redingote noir, il avait des cheveux gris et d’épais sourcils qui paraissaient prendre vie dès qu’il parlait.
« Ah, voici le malade ! » S’exclama-t-il en avisant Rudolphe.
« Vous êtes le docteur ? » Demandai-je un peu bêtement.
« Tout à fait ! »
Il ne lui fallut pas longtemps pour établir un diagnostic. Le renne souffrait d’une allergie. Par chance, il possédait un antidote. Le Père Noël fit remarquer qu’il avait pris du retard dans sa livraison et le docteur proposa de lui prêter main-forte. Devant mon air ébahi, Rudolphe m’expliqua que le docteur voyageait dans le temps et l’espace.
« D’ailleurs, ce n’est pas ma première visite dans votre ville… » Déclara le docteur. « La dernière fois que je suis passé, j’ai égaré un ensemble de vases qui m’avait été offert par un Celte. Le temps que je me rende compte de leur absence, les vases avaient été découverts par des ouvriers. Cela a fait toute une histoire ! Impossible de les récupérer, évidemment. Je me demande si on parle encore de ces vases aujourd’hui… »
« Ils ont fait l’objet d’un film, » annonçai-je.
« Quelle bonne nouvelle ! » S’écria le docteur. « Et à présent, Père Noël, que diriez-vous de distribuer vos cadeaux ensemble ? »
J’assistais au départ de l’étrange cabine téléphonique et à l’envol du traîneau. Les yeux tournés vers le ciel, j’entendis un éternuement dans le lointain.
« Le Père Noël et un voyageur spatio-temporel… Personne ne me croira si je raconte cette histoire… » Murmurai-je avant de reprendre mon chemin, un sourire aux lèvres.

Doctor Who : Famille – une histoire de Noël

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Kathleen: Vous avez une famille ?
The Doctor: Je l’ignore.
Kathleen: Oh, je suis désolée. C’est à cause de la guerre, n’est-ce pas ? Cela doit être horrible de ne pas savoir.
The Doctor: Oui.
(“The Curse of Fenric”)


Les coudes sur le tableau de commande, menton reposant entre ses paumes, le Docteur observait la colonne centrale, apparemment fasciné par le mouvement régulier. Le doux murmure de la machine temporelle avait quelque chose de rassurant. Il se sentait chez lui. Il était chez lui. Il l’avait été pendant des siècles, sans comprendre que le TARDIS ne pourrait jamais combler un vide en lui. Kathleen avait rouvert une blessure qui n’avait jamais vraiment guéri. Il s’efforça de repousser les souvenirs qui l’assaillaient, en vain. Comme dans l’histoire de la boîte de Pandore, des émotions furent libérées. Culpabilité puis fierté, joie et inquiétude.
« Où es-tu, Susan ? » Murmura-t-il pour lui-même.
Les souvenirs devenaient douloureux. Des regrets menaçaient d’envahir son esprit et le Seigneur du Temps ferma les yeux.

« Professeur ! Regardez ce que j’ai trouvé ! »
Ace fit irruption dans la salle de contrôle, brandissant un sapin de Noël en plastique. Elle s’immobilisa en voyant le Docteur appuyé contre les commandes, les yeux clos. Son visage exprimait une palette d’émotions qu’elle fut incapable de nommer. Le Seigneur du Temps avait mauvaise mine, ce qui l’alarma. Puisqu’ils se trouvaient en sécurité dans le TARDIS, comment se pouvait-il qu’il fût malade ? Peur et inquiétude se disputèrent brièvement, mais l’inquiétude prit le dessus et Ace se précipita auprès du Docteur, abandonnant le sapin en plastique au passage.
« Professeur, vous allez bien ? »
À peine avait-elle posé une main réconfortante sur son épaule, que le Seigneur du Temps s’étira comme s’il venait de se réveiller d’une sieste. La jeune femme pouvait jurer qu’il avait les larmes aux yeux, mais il lui décocha un grand sourire et désigna le sapin en plastique.
« Tu l’as trouvé ! Je pense qu’il doit y avoir des décorations de Noël quelque part… »
Il la contempla un instant et elle sut intuitivement ce qu’il s’apprêtait à lui proposer.
« Non ! » Grogna-t-il avant qu’il puisse ouvrir la bouche. « Je ne veux pas passer Noël à Perivale. Ce n’est plus chez moi. Ma maison est ici. »
Le Docteur ne la contredit pas. Il avait l’air heureux.
« Je vais essayer de mettre la main sur ces décorations de Noël pendant que vous vous occupez de ce truc, » décida-t-elle en désignant le sapin en plastique.

Le Seigneur du Temps la suivit du regard alors qu’elle quittait la salle de contrôle. Il sortit une photo de sa veste et la contempla longuement. La boîte de Pandore était refermée, tout comme la blessure. Il savait qui était sa famille. Il s’apprêtait à passer Noël avec elle. Il rangea la photo dans sa veste et se saisit de son instrument de musique préféré. Il commença à en jouer, tout en fredonnant l’air d’un chant de Noël.
La réaction d’Ace ne se fit pas attendre :
« Oh non ! Pas les cuillers ! »

(Fanfiction traduite de l’anglais)