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My Doctor.
Dear Ten, it is not your fault. You were beautiful and broken - broke far too beautifully to be honest, I couldn’t take my eyes off you - and I loved you entirely too much. Still do, of course.
But - and this is something I’ve come to realise lately - the Doctor isn’t supposed to be a broken, tragic, lonely hero. Nor is the Doctor supposed to be the handsome prince on a white horse. (Even though you carried it off *perfectly*. Because you were Ten, and oh yes, you were just that brilliant!)
You see, the Doctor is supposed to be the wizard. The kind, barmy, wonderful old wizard with his magic box. (Wizards are powerful and can be dangerous, never forget this.)
And it’s only now that we are hearing that story again that I realise that this is how it’s supposed to be.
Of course there’s a princess (when isn’t there? I've loved them all), and I am happier than I can express that this time she’s got her very own prince, a noble young man who wins her hand in a truly marvellous display of love and devotion.
So my dear, dear Ten, believe me when I say that you’ll always be my Ten. But - and I am so, so sorry - I have to confess that Eleven is my Doctor!
ETA: Inspired by these two posts.
But - and this is something I’ve come to realise lately - the Doctor isn’t supposed to be a broken, tragic, lonely hero. Nor is the Doctor supposed to be the handsome prince on a white horse. (Even though you carried it off *perfectly*. Because you were Ten, and oh yes, you were just that brilliant!)
You see, the Doctor is supposed to be the wizard. The kind, barmy, wonderful old wizard with his magic box. (Wizards are powerful and can be dangerous, never forget this.)
And it’s only now that we are hearing that story again that I realise that this is how it’s supposed to be.
Of course there’s a princess (when isn’t there? I've loved them all), and I am happier than I can express that this time she’s got her very own prince, a noble young man who wins her hand in a truly marvellous display of love and devotion.
So my dear, dear Ten, believe me when I say that you’ll always be my Ten. But - and I am so, so sorry - I have to confess that Eleven is my Doctor!
ETA: Inspired by these two posts.
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*nods* Someone wrote a longer post than mine about this a few months ago, and it's stuck in my head ever since, because suddenly it all made sense.
But that can only be restated in so many ways before it's just the reiteration of the same idea over and over again. I think it helps to go back to showing that what's important are the ways that he changes the people around him.
*nods*
(And I think poor Donna may have been sacrificed to the Doctor who can't change problem because it ceased to be about her journey and her change in favor of reiterating yet again that the Doctor cannot change. Not really). So as a companion, she got hit with the same stick.
Yes, there is some truth in that. Also, the problem with Donna and Rose was 'forever'. Once someone says that you *have* to break things to take it back.
And I'm still irked over Donna's fate. Can you tell?
You're not alone...
ETA: It just occurred to me that thanks to regeneration the Doctor *does* change, but it's a different sort of change. (Not sure where I'm going with that, I just wanted to write it down. *g*)