Doctor Who: Regen Episodes/Serials

First stories:

  • An Unearthly Child-first serial ever, first appearance of the First Doctor
  • The Power Of The Daleks-first serial starring the Second Doctor
  • Spearhead From Space-Third Doctor
  • Robot-Fourth Doctor
  • Castrovalva-Fifth Doctor
  • The Twin Dilemma-Sixth Doctor
  • Time And The Rani-Seventh Doctor
  • TV movie-regeneration of Seven, advent of Eighth Doctor
  • The Name Of The Doctor-the first appearance of the War Doctor
    The Day Of The Doctor-the War Doctor’s only real episode, sort of
  • Rose-first episode starring Ninth Doctor
  • The Christmas Invasion-Tenth Doctor
  • The Eleventh Hour-Eleventh Doctor

Regeneration/last stories:

  • The Tenth Planet-regeneration of First Doctor
  • The War Games-execution of Second Doctor, regen never shown onscreen
  • Planet Of The Spiders-Third Doctor
  • Logopolis-Fourth Doctor
  • The Caves Of Androzani-Fifth Doctor
  • Trial Of A Time Lord: The Ultimate Foe-Sixy’s last bow
  • Time And The Rani-the Sixth Doctor regenerates at the very beginning of the episode, and Seven takes it from there.
  • Survival-arguably Seven’s last story
  • TV movie-Seven regenerates, say hello to Eight.
  • The Night Of The Doctor-(webisode, promo from The Day Of The Doctor) regen of the Eighth Doctor
  • The Day Of The Doctor-regen ofWar Doctor
  • Parting of The Ways-Ninth Doctor
  • The Stolen Earth/Journey’s End-half regeneration by Tenth Doctor
  • The End Of Time-Ten (for real this time)
  • The Time Of The Doctor-Eleventh Doctor

Scene From “You Are Not Alone”

Crucial scene from my fan fiction, You Are Not Alone (fandom: Doctor Who, pairing: Doctor/Master). Basically the infamous “Rose Tyler, I-” scene from “Doomsday” adapted for “The End Of Time”. Major spoilers. Read at your own peril.

Okay, enjoy. ^_^

He had said goodbye to Martha, Jack, Sarah Jane, Wilf, and all the rest of his dear friends, but there was one more he had yet to see. And he was by far the most dear of all.

The Doctor stood in his TARDIS, anxiously waiting for the transmission to get through. He knew he didn’t have much time. The scars in the universe would be closing soon, and then his link inside the Time Lock would be gone forever. But not only that, the effects of the radiation were weighing heavily on his system. His body was urging him to regenerate, but he just couldn’t. Not yet.

An image appeared of a vast meadow with bright red grass set under a vibrant orange sky.


And in the middle of all those fiery hues, one point of dark, a man with bleach blonde hair wearing black battle garments, stood out.

“Doctor,” he said.

The Doctor swallowed. “Master.”

“I still like hearing that,” the blonde man smirked.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.” But he couldn’t help but smile. That was the Master-mad as ever.

“Where are you?” asked the Master, politely curious.

“Inside the TARDIS,” answered the Doctor. “The Time Lords, when they went back, it made a gap in the universe, just about to close. It takes a lot of power to send this projection. I’m in orbit around a supernova.”

“You’re burning up a sun…just to say goodbye?” asked the Master.

“Yes,” said the Doctor softly.

The Master looked genuinely touched for an instant, then quickly composed himself. “Sure you’re not inflicting harm on some innocent civilization with this little endeavor, Doctor?”

The Master expected some spiel from him about, “Oh, don’t worry, I did an extensive check to see if any population relied on this star, no harm done,” but instead, the other Time Lord only said:

“I don’t care.”

The Master’s hearts thumped in his chest. He cast his eyes down at his shoes.

“So where are you?” the Doctor changed the subject.

The Master smiled. “The big field. Behind the Academy.”

“No!” The Doctor laughed. “Really? Our meadow?”

“Hasn’t been ours in a long time, Doctor. But yes.”

They both shared far away, wistful looks, remembering the good times, before the drums, before Theta left, before…everything.

That reminded him. “And how’s the head?” asked the Doctor.

“Blissfully quiet,” replied the Master. “Destroying the white point star silenced those drums forever.”

The Doctor nodded. “Ah, well, good for you.”

Suddenly, the Master’s skin pulsed blue, and the Doctor caught a glimpse of his skeleton. “Blimey, there must be someone up there who can fix that,” he commented.

“I need to regenerate. I’ve just been putting it off, is all,” admitted the Master.

“Yeah,” said the Doctor, wincing slightly as the radiation poisoning ebbed at him. “I get that.”

“What’s the matter with you?” asked the Master, showing more concern than he meant to. “I saved you from Rassilon. Didn’t that defy your death prophecy?”

“Wilf…stuck in the Vinvocci booth. System was about to flood.”

“So as usual, you risked your own scrawny neck to save one of those stupid apes? Typical.” The Master shook his head. “Sentimental idiotic humanitarian.” He grinned.

The Doctor smiled back. “Morally apathetic jackanapes.”

The two men laughed. Then they quieted down.

“So, what now?” asked the Master.

The Doctor shrugged. “Regenerate, then it’s back to the same old life, I suppose. Last of the Time Lords…sort of.”

“On your own?”

The Doctor nodded.

The Master looked down. “I’m sorry…about before. What I said-”

“It’s alright,” said the Doctor quietly. “You don’t have to say it.”

The Master smiled sadly. “Oh, my dear Doctor…oh, but I do.”

The Doctor shivered.

“Traveling with you…it would’ve been my honor too. But my stupid pride got in the way. It’s what’s always caused this rift between us.”

“Hey, it wasn’t all on your part,” said the Doctor. “I wasn’t exactly the most understanding or forgiving that I could’ve been. We were both wrong. And I am sorry. For everything.”

The Master looked up slowly. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears.

“I love you,” he whispered.

The Doctor swallowed a lump in his throat. He tried to smile. “Quite right too, after stalking me all thoughout the cosmos for centuries.”

“Bastard,” the Master said, but was smiling.

“Watch yourself, Pot,” chuckled the Doctor. Then he took a deep breath. “And I suppose…if it’s my last chance to say it…Master…Koschei…”

I love you too.

The Master’s smiling, shining face was still watching him as the gap in the universe sealed, and the connection broke.

The Doctor raised a golden, gleaming hand to his cheek, which was damp. He smiled shakily, choking, letting the tears flow freely as he entered the first stages of regeneration.

I’m ready to go now.

DW Review: “Spearhead From Space”

Hello, nerdy ones! If you weren’t aware, there were eight other Doctors before Christopher Eccleston. We call this era “Classic Who”. Try to keep up, my dears.

Ah, the Third Doctor. A personal favorite of mine. Happy Whuesday, my loves. Today, we’ll be discussing Jon Pertwee’s first serial as the Doctor, Spearhead From Space.

Now, this serial is important  for a lot of reasons. For one thing, it was the Third Doctor’s first story, the first appearance of Liz Shaw as a companion, the return of the Brigadier and UNIT (not mention, introducing them as main fixtures on the show), the beginning of the Doctor’s exile, the first story featuring the Nestene Autons, and it was the first story broadcast in technicolor. Yeah. That’s pretty cool, right? You don’t care. Okay.

Like most “Doctor’s first adventure” stories, the Doctor is suffering from regeneration sickness (understandable, considering the Time Lords had just executed him and banished him and his new face to Earth with a broken TARDIS) and pretty much useless until the middle of the next to last episode. But boy, does he try hard to escape that hospital! That’s why I really like Three: he’s so action-y. He doesn’t like sitting still or being patient, which is why it must suck for him, being stuck on Earth.

So during the course of the serial, the Doctor falls flat on his face, gets shot, sasses Brig, takes a shower (dat ass), dresses in iconic, flamboyant velvet suits (complete with red silk lined cape), STEALS A FREAKING HOT ROD, engages in what could arguably be called tentacle porn (Don’t ask. Just don’t.), and is just basically the ’70s Doctor we know and love. Spearhead is definitely not the pinnacle of classic Who, but it’s so damn campy, you just gotta LOL.

Thanks for reading, and come back next week for another Whuesday post!

Coming Clean

First of all, I would like to say that I don’t like using this word free-wheelingly, and I think that too many people claim to be it just to sound cool. But I’ve come to a realization about myself: I am bisexual.

I use to say I was straight, but I honest to God don’t believe I am anymore. I mean, I still like guys-a lot-but boobs, man! But seriously, 40% of the people I’ve kissed are girls (and I enjoyed it immensely), and I find my mind opening to the prospect of being with a girl more and more each day. And like I said, I’m not a full out Lesbian, but, well…there are definite perks to both sexes.

The reason I don’t like the term “bisexual” is because it just has such a negative connotation. Most people think of bisexuals as sluts, and Hollywood’s portrayal of them hasn’t been all that positive. Maureen from Rent, or even Jack Harkness from Torchwood, are not good examples of bisexuals. Bisexual just means you like both men and women. Just because I find both genders attractive, doesn’t mean I take monogamy any less seriously.

I’m not posing, I’m not following a trend, and I’m not saying because I think it sounds cool. I’ve been thinking long and hard about this for awhile, and I have come to the conclusion that I am bisexual. And I don’t take that lightly. I hope I haven’t offended anyone, and I’m sorry if I have. But I know who I am, and I’m not ashamed of it.