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Ten Essential Tenth Doctor Moments

Updated on November 27, 2018
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When burdened with the honourably pleasurable task of reviving the tenuously tumultuous condition that the science fiction paragon television program, Doctor Who, was precariously clinging onto, Cristopher Ecclestone did not capitulate in the face of such adversity, with his persevering and intelligent portrayal of his beloved and adulated Ninth Doctor. Contributing an esteemed mass of sass, cerebral concentration to achieve competence, traumatised remorse, brutal ruthlessness, and sensitivity and humour all in an intensely thorough and enveloping package of endearingly coherent incongruity. The seamless confluence of flailingly conflicting complements made the onus of following the act and stepping into the colossally large shoes of a precedent-setting phenomenon a thrillingly trifling and onerous duty-Attempting to achieve such a great accolade of theatrical prowess in the operatic enormity that the magnitude and gravitas of the character exemplified.


The sudden departure of the adored and admired Ninth Doctor was a tragic transpiration of events that was jarring and distressing, but the recruitment of David McDonald(Tennant)-occurring as a result of the amicable relations formulated between the emerging superstar actor and showrunner Russell T Davies when collaborating on Cassanova-burgeoned onto the screens immediately following the transformation into the charismatic slender stalwart, and promised to deliver a tone of jovial, frivolous reassurance. Reassurance, and the riveting, exuberant appeal of his perpetually affable and sincerely benevolent self-conduction and innocuous self-indulgence.


David Tennant announced himself with a broad smile emblazoned across his face, and a reserve of gusto and bravado that he possessed in spades to boot. The experience of witnessing him casually as he would have preferred to have been perceived was a joyous one, but he also contrasted that with his frequent intermissions of repentant withdrawal and sentimental contemplation-As he continued the pathology of a victimised subject of the susceptible prey he fell afoul of in his previous two incarnations. He was a naive enigma. A euphoric senior citizen of the universe. And a vibrant custodian of an oppressive weight to bear, after all of the drudgery he traipsed through throughout his escapades within the chronological progression of time in the universe for over nine-hundred years.


The prodigious pedigree of proficiency the scintillating Scotsman(by attested verification of the most authentically validated jury of discerners-The Whovians) exhibited was beguiling, regaling and enticing enough to sustain a fervently loyal fanbase of eagerly enthusiastic advocates of the Tenth Doctor for a tenure of half a decade, as he established himself as the most perennial of the modern era's Doctors, and the collectively more popular of all time. With such a longevity of lustrous regard, the potential for the amassment of a veritable sundry of iconic and character defining moments. There have been far too many of which to consolidate into a succint and sufficiently reverential listicle, but a modest catalogue of some of the best are registered in such a listicle.

10. "The Time Lord Victorious"(The Waters Of Mars)

The Tenth Doctor had already assembled a decorated and stellar resume of interstellar experiences within his present body by the time that he found himself without a permanent companion accompanying him in the TARDIS on a consistent basis, and eventually resorted to perfunctorily meandering around the universe without aim or significant purpose-Or so was his intention. When he reached an arrival of visitation of the colonisation endeavour of the inevitably forlorn crew of Bowie Base One's stationing on the surface of the planet Mars in 2059, he had become fatigued, and exasperated with the unwritten legislative decrees pertaining to the responsibilities of a time traveller.


He may have fronted a facade of joviality and trivial jubilation as he casually wandered around the situated location, being contemptuously presented with the disapproving demand of Captain Adelaide Brooke:

ADELAIDE: State your name, rank, and intention.
DOCTOR: The Doctor. Doctor. Fun.


He was, however, made very aware and cognizant of the intrusion of his presence within the base's confines, beyond that of the imposition he had made on the laboriously busy crew, as he quickly deduced that they were the pioneers of Earth's first expedition to the next closest planet to the Sun. They were members of a fixed point in time, where the unidentified contamination of the water of the rock in which they were irrigating the resource from infected them and transmogrified them into beasts that were the carriers of a contagion that would plague and extinguish the entirety of the human race if allowed to complete its unfathomable conviction to return to Earth and spell unmitigated disaster.


That eventuation would not come to fruition due to the courageous sacrifice of the Captain, as she would destroy the base with the crew inside. And as the climax approached its culmination, the Doctor was dismissed after notifying Adelaide of his ethical quandary. His heart did yearn to grant them salvation deep down, but his desensitised recklessness and his mind denied that possibility. As he abandoned the group in their most urgent hour of need, his reluctance, and the temptation to benevolently interfere proved too compelling to resist, and he rescued them from their mortal fate.


Instead of gratitude, Brooke expressed appalled disdain, and strongly berated him for his manipulation of events. The optimistic ramifications of the inspiration the tragedy would impel on Brooke's descendent in particular were inhibited. But they weren't. The Doctor merely reconfigured how the consequences would transpire, and that served as his sanctimonious justification to the aspersions cast in his direction:

ADELAIDE: You should have left us there.
DOCTOR: Adelaide, I've done this sort of thing before. In small ways, saved some little people, but never someone as important as you. Oh, I'm good.
ADELAIDE: Little people? What, like Mia and Yuri? Who decides they're so unimportant? You?
DOCTOR: For a long time now, I thought I was just a survivor, but I'm not. I'm the winner. That's who I am. The Time Lord Victorious.
ADELAIDE: And there's no one to stop you.
DOCTOR: No.
ADELAIDE: This is wrong, Doctor. I don't care who you are. The Time Lord Victorious is wrong.
DOCTOR: That's for me to decide. Now, you'd better get home. Oh, it's all locked up. You've been away. Still, that's easy. All yours.
ADELAIDE: Is there nothing you can't do?
DOCTOR: Not any more.


An exchange that truly exemplified the authoritative pomposity and sanctimonious narcissism of the overly reckless abandon of his fallaciously erroneous tampering with time. There would be repercussions.

9. "I Believe In Her"(The Satan Pit)

It is no secret that the Tenth Doctor's insurgent emergence that fully established a secure enshrinement atop the most coveted and revered echelons of science fiction fandom's esteem by the determination of pandemic Whovians was partial courtesy of the significant contributions of Rose Tyler; As she served as a bolstering pillar of support to the reidentifying reassurance that he desperately required after possessing the spirit of the Doctor, and the endearing ingratiation he aspired to entice fans with. This was accomplished in the flourishing fascination of the meteorically exponential formulation of chemistry between the pair, with a pervasively subtle elemental nuance of a romantic dynamic occupying the undertones to the affectionate interactions between the star-crossed friends.


They had persevered through an exorbitant degree of perturbing and pleasuring escapades throughout the universe, and had manufactured and corroborated a faith and trusted confidence in each other's intimate embrace across the enduring tenure of the adventures and the forays of fidelity and the unspoken shared love between them. So, when being lowered into the Satan pit of the impossible planet that was inexplicably orbiting a black hole due to the mythological omnipotent beast inhabiting it, in a scenario of what appeared to be certain doom, the Doctor expressed such sentiments while in divergent, escapist conversation.


Soon after, when threatened by the tenacious audacity of the beast, as it bargained her life for his eternal incarceration in its restraining pit while it would be emancipated, the Doctor presented a warning. A caution of monumental significance. He made it explicitly clear that putting Rose's life at stake would be the last thing on the agenda, and the manipulations of attempted discouragement and pessimism could not force him to falter in his resilient perseverance:

"You're imprisoned, long time ago. Before the universe, after, sideways, in between, doesn't matter. The prison is perfect. It's absolute, it's eternal. Oh, yes! Open the prison, the gravity field collapses. This planet falls into the black hole! You escape, you die. Brilliant! But that's just the body. The body is trapped, that's all. The devil is an idea. In all those civilisations, just an idea. But an idea is hard to kill. An idea could escape. The mind. The mind of the great Beast. The mind can escape! Oh, but that's it! You didn't give me air, your jailers did. They set this up all those years ago! They need me alive, because if you're escaping, then I've got to stop you. If I destroy your prison, your body is destroyed. Your mind with it. But then you're clever enough to use this whole system against me. If I destroy this planet, I destroy the gravity field. The rocket. The rocket loses protection and falls into the black hole. I have to sacrifice Rose. So, that's the trap. Or the test, or the final judgment, I don't know. But if I kill you, I kill her. Except that implies in this big grand scheme of Gods and Devils that she's just a victim. But I've seen a lot of this universe. I've seen fake gods and bad gods and demi-gods and would-be gods, and out of all that, out of that whole pantheon, if I believe in one thing, just one thing, I believe in her."


With that exclamation, he smashed the sacred urns maintaining the planet's orbit, forsook the beast, and absconded the area in the TARDIS.

8. "A New Man Goes Sauntering Away"(The End Of Time)

A prevalent theme that proliferated the penultimate phases of the Tenth Doctor's cycle was the ominously foreshadowed prophesy of his unavoidably inevitable projected death, that would occur as a consequence of his contumacious trifling with the toils of all creation, and the majority of his exploits throughout the events that preceded his final bow were predicated upon his desperation in the aversion of the fate that he knew that he could not paradoxically prevent. The foreboding and daunting "four knocks' were forecast to resound profoundly once they were made, and they would spell a harrowing resonance in that fateful instance.


He exhibited stubbornly dismissive and fierce tactics of aversion whenever confronted with the forecasted return of the "Enmity Of Ages" between two children of Gallifrey-The Doctor and the Master. The Yin and Yang would collide, and permit the insurrection of the oppressive re-appearance of their indigenous planet, as the Time Lords would emerge from the doldrums of the dire eventuations of the Last Great Time War, and bring it with them. But the Doctor was not concerned with the philosophical and universally external impact of those consequences-He was too pre-occupied with the terror of the conclusion to his life.


During his swansong, he convened with a valued and reliable companion in the form of comedic foil, Donna's, grandfather Wilfred in what began as a casual conversation in a cafe; The most mundane and remotely insignificant location was the backdrop for the union of emotional clarity between the ancient young Time Lord and the naive elderly senior. The Doctor found himself increasingly desperate by the moment to save the universe from the Master's erratic malignancy, and himself from his mortality, but the confidence he invested in Wilfred when he divulged his fears was a gesture of faith and pleading, as he made one final subtlely spectacular solemn contemplative oration expressing the fear of a tragic conclusion to a life of predominant splendour with all of the monologues that preceded it:

WILF: Oh, we had some good times, didn't we though? I mean, all those ATMOS things, and planets in the sky, and me with that paint gun. I keep seeing things, Doctor. This face at night.
DOCTOR: Who are you?
WILF: I'm Wilfred Mott.
DOCTOR: No. People have waited hundreds of years to find me and then you manage it in a few hours.
WILF: Well, I'm just lucky I suppose.
DOCTOR: No, we keep on meeting, Wilf. Over and over again like something's still connecting us.
WILF: What's so important about me?
DOCTOR: Exactly. Why you? I'm going to die.
WILF:: Well, so am I, one day.
DOCTOR: Don't you dare.
WILF: All right, I'll try not to.
DOCTOR: But I was told. He will knock four times. That was the prophecy. Knock four times, and then
WILF: Yeah, but I thought, when I saw you before, you said your people could change, like, your whole body.
DOCTOR: I can still die. If I'm killed before regeneration, then I'm dead. Even then, even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away, and I'm dead. What?
WILF: I'm sorry, but I had to. Look, can't you make her better?
DOCTOR: Stop it.
WILF: No, but you're so clever. Can't you bring her memory back? Look, just go to her now. Go on, just run across the street. Go up and say hello.


It was a conversation characterised by exchanges of pleas with one another for the Doctor to defy the adversely unfavourable odds, but the fact that the Doctor sought the security to reveal the frailties in the typically robust armour that he purported was a testament to the strength and fortitude he found in his allies.

7. "There Was A War"(Gridlock)

When Martha Jones was adopted as a permanent companion and passenger of the TARDIS, she spent the majority of her inaugural adventures in awestruck fascination at the enigma that lead her around the universe. Her enchanted intrigue with the Doctor stemmed from the mystery surrounding the formation of his persona, but it transitioned to disdainful frustration as he found himself unable to surpass the autocratic fixation upon the grief that losing Rose sent him spiralling into the haze of. After the mortification that the discovery of his transportation of her to New Earth, where he had previously taken Rose, and the horrific events that besieged them while there, she set the boundaries of stubborn refusal to continue following him, with the demand that he disclosed some clarity on the apparent volatility of his character.


After the initial shock at her audacious ultimatum, the Doctor capitulated and divulged a heartfelt sentiment in the form of a soliloquy providing a perspicacious overview of the tragedies of the Last Great Time War:

DOCTOR: I lied to you, because I liked it. I could pretend. Just for a bit, I could imagine they were still alive, underneath a burnt orange sky. I'm not just a Time Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords. The Face of Boe was wrong. There's no one else.
MARTHA: What happened?
DOCTOR: There was a war. A Time War. The last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. They lost. Everyone lost. They're all gone now. My family, my friends, even that sky. Oh, you should have seen it, that old planet. The second sun would rise in the south, and the mountains would shine. The leaves on the trees were silver, and when they caught the light every morning, it looked like a forest on fire. When the autumn came, the breeze would blow through the branches like a song.


He regaled her with an astutely insightful recount and an indulgently earnest exposure of the abhorrently revolting reality of the loss of a gloriously resplendent planet, and immediately won more good faith and loyalty.

6. "You Can Stop Now!"(The Runaway Bride)

The loss of Rose Tyler was, and remains, one of the most atrociously affecting losses ever to affront the Doctor. It was as traumatic in its profoundly distressing impact upon him as that of the Time War, as she was his redemption from the ruthless insensitivity and bitterness that it impelled on his personality. She brought him to the optimal peak of his optimistic purveyances of altruistic benevolence, and was the victim of a tragic state of affairs that tore him all the way down again. He essentially reverted back to the state of beleaguerment and sullen rancour he primitively had been the proponent of before his coincidental encounter with her, and desperately required redemption once again.


That redemption was sourced primarily from the reinforced influence of resilience and noble gallantry that Martha Jones had on him. But he wouldn't have even survived his self-destructive wreckage if not for the precursive foundations set by Donna Noble. In opposition to the Racnoss who had borrowed at the centre of the Earth upon its formation, the Doctor had defeated their remotely controlled Santa Claus disguised robots, exposed Donna's fiance as the manipulative reprobate in allegiance with the Racnoss that he was, and retaliated and returned the relay signal controlled explosive devices against their own foundational bastion to flood the chamber in which they were situated with the water from the River Thames.


His authority was not to be countermanded, and the lingering effects of his recently suffered tragedy left him merciless and too ruthless for his own good. The only person that could have convinced him otherwise was Donna, and despite their very tumultuous and premature companionship, she managed to prevent him from killing himself by simply calling to him: "Doctor! You can stop now!". The alternate scenario of her absence in that very situation through the foray into an ultimate universe later really validated the presumption of the more fatal outcome for the Doctor.

5. "I'm A Time Lord"(Voyage Of The Damned)

One of the most prominent and conspicuously acknowledged aspects of the Tenth Doctor's personality, that has been both incredibly endearing and an encumbering detriment to his success and ingratiation to some of those who he encountered throughout his travels was his grandiloquent moxie and his self-indulgent hubris. They bolstered the performance of his abilities to purvey the most altruistic magnanimity he could muster, and were fundamental assets his inherent self-indulgence was prided upon. The more benignity he could disseminate and invest into the universe, the most gratification he could derive from it.


This was one of the most egocentrically eccentric elements of this particular iteration of the Doctor, and lead to the further intensifying magnification of his pride and vanity. His prevailing success was almost dependently predicated upon the optimism that the self-preserving validating satisfaction that being an idolising salvation to rescue innocent victims granted him, and he was narcissistic in the most innocent way possible. When confronted with the oppressive odds of the severe adversity afflicting him and the other passengers of the starliner Titanic, he harnessed the greatest of his optimism and perseverance to survive, and rallied Astrid Peth, Mr Copper, Foon and Morvin Van Hoff, Bannakaffalatta and Rickston Slade together to lead them through the horror and toil of the wreaked havoc upon the vessel. But the procession of the transpirations was not so harmonious-The latter was sceptical of the Doctor's credence, and presumed him a pretentious, pompous fraud. The Doctor responded to such portentous disapproval and dissatisfaction with the self-confident assuredness that rendered any further apprehension void, with an oration that would be so iconic and unique, that only he could repeat it:

COPPER: Are you saying someone's done this on purpose?
FOON: We are. We're going to die.
ASTRID: We're just a cruise ship.
DOCTOR: Okay, okay. Shush, shush, shush, shush, shush. First things first. One. We are going to climb through this ship. B. No. Two. We're going to reach the bridge. Three. Or C. We're going to save the Titanic. And, coming in a very low four, or D, or that little iv in brackets they use in footnotes, why. Right then, follow me.
SLADE: Hang on a minute. Who put you in charge and who the hell are you anyway?
DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm nine hundred and three years old and I'm the man who's going to save your lives and all six billion people on the planet below. You got a problem with that?


It was an assertive announcement of the credence to his esteemable and exemplary status as an avatar of the manifestation of all of the altruistic potency that the universe harboured, and was exquisite without being too pontificating and pompous.

4. "I Never Would!"(The Doctor's Daughter)

Both a criticism and a commendation of the Tenth Doctor has been his uncanny resemblance of aspects of humanity. It has made him relatable and jarring at times that have coalesced to competently, that a large degree of his popularity can be attributed to the vicarious experience of sympathy that the conduit for the fantastical adventures has provided. He has been compassionate, humorous, jovially frivolous, repentant and enraged. All pertinent features of human life, that have been reflected through the mirror of the Time Lord. Rage is one of the less desirable components of human emotion, but is an intrinsically essential one. Evidently, it is a fuelling asset of impetus for the impulsive emotional reaction of Time Lords, as well, because the Doctor reached the peak of the subjection to the potent inundation of it after running the gauntlet of a roller coaster of other emotions following his arrival on the planet Messaline while accompanied by Donna and Martha.


Having been immediately forced into a genetic assimilation machine that replicated his genes and consolidated them into the physical form of his asexual progeny, Jenny, he soon found himself frustrated and intolerant of his involuntary offspring, and began his relationship with her with contempt and vexation at her resilient attempts at impressing him and fulfiling what she perceived his expectations as. Eventually, however, he managed to overlook her precipitous intuitive proclivity toward violence(being the manufactured procurement of the human faction in the civil planetary war with the Hath), and even influenced her to resolve to peace.


Her superior officer, who was all too conditioned to the belligerence of a wartorn conflict, was outraged at the superior alternative to the conclusion of the committed atrocities, and instead elected to shoot the Doctor; But Jenny intervened and made the sacrifice of taking the bullet. This provided the onset of abrupt shock, despair and fury, that culminated in the synchronicity of a jarring relatability as per the Doctor's exhibitions, and after the mutinous General Cobb was restrained by his own soldiers, the Doctor took his revolver to his head and genuinely considered pulling the trigger. It took a tremendous degree of personal restraint and resistance to the malevolent temptation of murder and retribution to serve as an example to the humans and the Hath, and to broke a treaty of peace between the two armies-As the Doctor announced the nobility of the sentiment behind his inaction with profound punctuation:

DOCTOR: Jenny, be strong now. You need to hold on, do you hear me? We've got things to do, you and me, hey? Hey? We can go anywhere. Everywhere. You choose.
JENNY: That sounds good.
DOCTOR: You're my daughter, and we've only just got started. You're going to be great. You're going to be more than great. You're going to be amazing. You hear me? Jenny? Two hearts. Two hearts. She's like me. If we wait. If we just wait.
MARTHA: There's no sign, Doctor. There is no regeneration. She's like you, but maybe not enough.
DOCTOR: No. Too much. That's the truth of it. She was too much like me. I never would! Have you got that? I never would. When you start this new world, this world of Human and Hath, remember that. Make the foundation of this society a man who never would.


His stubborn and robustly determined conviction to the maintenance of his ineffable morality complex was exemplified as he defied the violent impulse that immediate grief impelled.

3. Farewell Rose Tyler(Doomsday)

Travelling with Rose was an honour that the Tenth Doctor relished in, as he had already established stable foundations of a dynamic chemistry and affectionate trust with her, and was in ecstasy in virtually every moment he was in her presence. She was his psychological and emotional salvation as he was hers physically, and together, the united efforts of the duo allocated the privilege of security and faith to the universe, wherever they ventured. It was impossible not to become complacent and too comfortable in the assuredness that their adventures together would last an eternity, as was harrowingly stated in their innocent and unwitting conversation with each other:

DOCTOR: How long are you gonna stay with me?

ROSE: Forever


There was only one circumstance of engaging in confrontation that could even come marginally within the realm of being able to triumph over the valuable and inseparably insurmountable companionship, and that was the battle of Canary Wharf between the fabled Cult Of Skaro(who had exploited a void ship to traverse the purgatory between universes) and the legion of Cyberman(who had followed them into contemporary London from the alternate Earth of their origin). Such a terrifying state of affairs lead the Doctor to resort to the last thing he would have desired at all-He repeated the deed of duplicity he had accomplished the last time they had encountered the Daleks and deceived her into her dismissal on the other side of the breach in the universe in alternate Earth.


Stubborn, outraged, and offended, she immediately returned to the Doctor in abandonment of her family, hell-bent on remaining with him and assisting with the banishment of the two nemesis conglomerates "back into hell". Upon its success, the omnipotently unrestrained vacuum force sucked the brutes into its consummative well of ingestion of everything, and the Doctor and Rose had to cling onto gravity negating clamps to avoid falling prey to the fate themselves. Then, disaster struck. Rose's grip slipped, and she began to fall into the mire of her own personal doomsday, and the momentum of the triumph was killed. In the nick of time, her father appeared to save her from the devastating loss of her life, and brought her back to parallel Earth.


The most tragic eventuation had been averted, but the void closed, and the dynamic duo was separated. This culminated in the most distressingly affecting state of affairs to ever befall the Doctor-At least in recent memory. And his necessitated orbit of a star going supernova in order to achieve nothing more than a faint projection of his image across the only area in space where the final crack would allow(at the beach in Norway; Designated "Dalig Ulv Stranden"["Bad Wolf Bay" the poetic English translation]) preceded one final instance of available communication. They could not touch, and only held a brief conversation:

HOLO-DOCTOR: Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth. You're dead, officially, back home. So many people died that day and you've gone missing. You're on a list of the dead. Here you are, living a life day after day. The one adventure I can never have.
ROSE: Am I ever going to see you again?
HOLO-DOCTOR: You can't.
ROSE: What're you going to do?
HOLO-DOCTOR: Oh, I've got the Tardis. Same old life, last of the Time Lords.
ROSE: On your own. I, I love you.
HOLO-DOCTOR: Quite right, too. And I suppose, if it's one last chance to say it, Rose Tyler-


The abrupt ceasure at the rectifying closure of the gap denied the Doctor the opportunity to finish his sentence, and the emotional trauma would continue to be one of the most informative instances for his ensuing actions throughout the remainder of his life due to the brutality of the blow. And the sullen severity of the entire circumstance was expressed through the sadness in his tearful eyes as he faded away.

2. "I Don't Want To Go"(The End Of Time)

The final moments of the Tenth Doctor's life were heavily foreshadowed with a prominent emphasis for a considerable duration of time preceding his regeneration through the prophecy of the "four knocks" that were expected to source from the Master upon his occult revival, and impelled the Doctor's confidence of reliability upon the matured, but dependably loyal Wilfred Mott.


That proved to be the most shockingly erroneous decision, as Wilfred became the instigator of the Doctor's demise. It was jarring and eerie as the most innocent, innocuous source rang the bells that signified the Doctor's mortal fate through the benign summoning of his attention. Wilfred had become trapped within a critically unstable nuclear glass chamber that was about to flood with radiation as the outlet device for the volatile power of the "Immortality Gate". And he interrupted the miraculous relief of the Doctor's survival of the vanishing of the Master and the Time Lords without the claim to the Doctor's life, or any others on Earth with the four knocks in a jarring and turn of events that dawned on him. He was powerless to prevent an outburst of pure emotion in the despair of the inevitability of his predicament due to his feeling of inadequacy despite his history of immense efforts toward philanthropy:

WILF: Look, just leave me.
DOCTOR: Okay, right then, I will. Because you had to go in there, didn't you? You had to go and get stuck, oh yes. Because that's who you are, Wilfred. You were always this. Waiting for me all this time.
WILF: No really, just leave me. I'm an old man, Doctor. I've had my time.
DOCTOR: Well, exactly. Look at you. Not remotely important. But me? I could do so much more. So much more! But this is what I get. My reward. And it's not fair! Oh. Oh. I've lived too long.
WILF: No. No, no, please, please don't. No, don't! Please don't! Please!
DOCTOR: Wilfred, it's my honour. Better be quick. Three, two, one.


Transitioning places with Wilf, the Doctor absorbed the full might of the lethal dosage of radiation while cowering under the pressure of its force. He then arose once again, and remained as stoic as could be afterwards. He was then spared the intermission of visitation rights to bid farewell to everyone whom he had rescued countless worlds with, in a sequence of unspoken sentimentality. He returned to Wilfred on Donna's wedding and gave her a winning lottery ticket, saved Sarah Jane's adopted son, Luke, from a car accident, and Martha and Mickey from a sinister Sontaran. He also introduced Captain Jack Harkness to Midshipman Alonso, and even to Verity Newman, the great-granddaughter of Matron Joan Redfern, before bidding a final farewell to a poignantly oblivious Rose Tyler on New Year's Day 2005-The year where a coincidental encounter with one Ninth Doctor would change her life forever. The penultimate words he uttered were spoken to the woman he loved as he began to deteriorate:

ROSE: You all right, mate?
DOCTOR: Yeah.
ROSE: Too much to drink?
DOCTOR: Something like that.
ROSE: Maybe it's time you went home.
DOCTOR: Yeah.
ROSE: Anyway, Happy New Year.
DOCTOR: And you. What year is this?
ROSE: Blimey, how much have you had? 2005, January the first.
DOCTOR: 2005. Tell you what. I bet you're going to have a really great year.
ROSE: Yeah? See you.


He then stumbled into the TARDIS as a choir of the Ood, lead by Ood Sigma, sang to him, resounding all around the universe. As the chorus reached its grandiose crescendo, he began to regenerate fully, after simply stating "I Don't Want To Go", in an encapsulating phrase of the egocentric indulgence that defined the Tenth Doctor and enhanced his benevolence-Making the loss of a mastermind of compassion most piercing with its impact.

1. The Return Home/Farewell, Rose Tyler Part 2(Journey's End)

For any attributed aspersion that can be cast nonchalantly toward the events of Journey's End on allegations of pandering, what cannot be rebuked about the mischievous misadventure is the celebration of everything that made Doctor Who surge and thrive upon its revival-The passengers of the TARDIS. Donna, Martha, Captain Jack, Sarah Jane, Luke, K9, Mr Smith, Ianto Jones, Jackie Tyler, Harriet Jones, Mickey, Gwen Cooper and Rose had all miraculously convened together with the Doctor, and eventually his clone as the progeny of the biological metacrisis spelt by his severed hand-And had inexplicably managed to revert the Earth to its former glory, after Davros and the Daleks had literally stolen and displaced the entire planet in alignment with the other twenty-six celestial bodies forming the Medusa Cascade, and after the Doctor had regenerated into the maintained form of his current body, in perpetuation of his vain persona.


The entire exercise had, however, been one of enlightenment to the inadvertent collateral damage that would inevitably befall the lives of the Doctor's disciples, and he couldn't hold onto them forever more. He had to allow them to return to their lives for the sake of their optimal safety, and so dismissed them to their respective homes with affable farewells on amicable terms. There was no bad blood or resentment, but no punches were pulled on the emotional integrity of the Doctor, as the solemn admittance that he could not prevent slight haemorrhages of harm become inflicted upon his companions. All that remained was to return Rose, and so he crossed the void once more to Darlig Ulv Stranden, and gave her and Jackie their domestic lives back-Along with the biological metacrisis Doctor.


He had retained all of the Doctor's likeness, memories and enigmatic bravado, but he was born in battle, and require similar attentive salvation that the original had when he first met Rose. The additional caveat was that he only had one heart instead of two, and could not regenerate; Therefore, he was able to spend the remainder of his life with the love of it, as well as Rose spending the rest of her with him. It broke his all but mended heart all over again, but he had to abandon her once more, and to add insult to the sustained wound, he also had to erase himself from Donna's recollection afterwards to prevent the combustion of her mind-As her assimilative interactive part in the biological metacrisis had granted her the genius intellect of a Time Lord, but at the expense of the gradual inundation of her mentality:

DOCTOR: We've got to go. This reality is sealing itself off for ever.
ROSE: But, it's still not right, because the Doctor's still you.
DOCTOR: And I'm him.
ROSE: All right. Both of you, answer me this. When I last stood on this beach, on the worst day of my life, what was the last thing you said to me? Go on, say it.
DOCTOR: I said, Rose Tyler.
ROSE: Yeah, and how was that sentence going to end?
DOCTOR: Does it need saying?
ROSE: And you, Doctor? What was the end of that sentence?
DONNA: I thought we could try the planet Felspoon. Just because. What a good name, Felspoon. Apparently, it's got mountains that sway in the breeze. Mountains that move. Can you imagine?

DOCTOR: And how do you know that?
DONNA: Because it's in your head. And if it's in your head, it's in mine.
DOCTOR: And how does that feel?
DONNA: Brilliant! Fantastic! Molto bene! Great big universe, packed into my brain. You know you could fix that chameleon circuit if you just tried hotbinding the fragment links and superseding the binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary. (gasp) I'm fine. Nah, never mind Felspoon. You know who I'd like to meet? Charlie Chaplin. I bet he's great, Charlie Chaplin. Shall we do that? Shall we go and see Charlie Chaplin? Shall we? Charlie Chaplin? Charlie Chester. Charlie Brown. No, he's fiction. Friction, fiction, fixing, mixing, Rickston, Brixton. Oh, my God.
DOCTOR: Do you know what's happening?
DONNA: Yeah.
DOCTOR: There's never been a human Time Lord metacrisis before now. And you know why.
DONNA: Because there can't be. I want to stay.
DOCTOR: Look at me. Donna, look at me.
DONNA: I was going to be with you forever.
DOCTOR: I know.
DONNA: The rest of my life, travelling in the Tardis. The Doctor Donna. No. Oh my god. I can't go back. Don't make me go back. Doctor, please, please don't make me go back.
DOCTOR: Donna. Oh, Donna Noble. I am so sorry. But we had the best of times.
DONNA: No.
DOCTOR: The best. Goodbye.
DONNA: No, no, no. Please. Please. No. No.

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