Fitz Kreiner, intergalactic man of mystery

Fractal Time and Temporal Vertigo

2017-08-26T22:15:38Z

Title Fractal Time and Temporal Vertigo.
Characters/Pairings: Eighth Doctor/Fitz Kreiner (Companion from the Eighth Doctor Novel series)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1000
Warnings/Advisories/Spoilers: Time War, slight reference to Adventuress of Henrietta Street and Camera Obscura 8th Doctor novels - but no knowledge of them is necessary to understand the fic.
Theme/genre: Angst, emotional hurt/comfort (although it's not exactly big on the comfort.)

Summary:

In the final days of the Last Great Time War time is fracturing, timelines buckle and blur. The Doctor tries his best to help.

Story can be found here on AO3

Time was fracturing. Had fractured. Would fracture. All futures and pasts were true and all were a lie at the very same moment.

It's disorientating. A bad case of temporal vertigo if ever he'd had one. The Doctor closes his eyes, the sense of falling through time, all of time, in all directions, all at once, making him giddy.

Eight Doctor miniseries

2013-11-17T21:55:20Z

Hey everyone!

I know this blog hasn't had a lot of entries recently, I hope some of you are still coming to see it from time to time.
It's in fact my first ever entry on LJ (I'm the silent fangirl who looks at everything without leaving any comments) but it is too important to not share:

I hope all of you have seen The Night of the Doctor! It was so great to see Paul McGann as Eight again! Following the minisode many fans of Eight decided to try to make a Eight miniseries/spinoff happen and I think it's a great idea! We need more Eight on screen!

So if you want to join the movement we are trying to figure out the steps of what to do: our tag on tumblr is #eighthdoctorminiseries

And here is the google doc with ideas and meeting times

(Next step after that is having Fitz appear in one episode ;)!)

Fic: The Reminder

2013-04-28T08:43:16Z

Title The Reminder
Author apolesen
Fandom Doctor Who - Eighth Doctor Adventures
Pairing Eight/Fitz
Rating G-PG
Spoilers Set at some point after EarthWorld.
Word count 1888
Summary Fitz just wants the Doctor to remember the things that actually matter.
Author’s notes I actually wrote something which is almost fluff! Also, probably astronomically impossible planet, but you get those in canon, so why not?

On Livejournal ~ On AO3

Unwhosual - a prompt fic comm

2013-01-05T22:19:09Z

FAQ | Rules | Round One | Fills

unwhosual is a prompt comm for Doctor Who
intending to cover ships, spin-offs and crossovers
typically glossed over, that the fandom at large has
moved on from, or which nobody has thought to do
before. Membership is open and posting unmoderated,
and you can prompt as many ideas as you like,
and you can fill as many prompts as you like.

Act_three on DreamWidth

2012-11-26T07:32:26Z

Hey folks. With what seems to be a continuing deterioration of LiveJournal and the popularity of Dreamwidth, I've copied this community over there. If you have an account there, please join up! This doesn't mean that Act_Three on LJ is disappearing. I just want to offer people the chance of joining up wherever they have their current journal.

The address is http://act-three.dreamwidth.org and I continue to be Cosmic_Celery. I hope to see you there!

FIC/MIX: five pounds, mad luck, and vertigo

2012-10-03T21:53:34Z

five pounds, mad luck, and vertigo

a Fitz Fortune mix

|| D O W N L O A D ||

"Bittersweet Symphony" - The Verve
no change, I can't change, I can change, I can't change
but I'm here in my mould
but I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mould, no no

There's a boy in 1963 sitting behind the counter in a plant shop and it's hard to hear it through the insulation of space and skin and bone between you, but he has an orchestra inside him. A million instruments collecting dust. The sinews of his strings are loose and the drumming of his heartbeat has no joy to it. He's a piano left out in the rain, in the snow, in the street as the air raid sirens drown out his melody.

He's not just an instrument, he's a concept album.

And to think they almost beat it out of him.

Lucky you for stumbling onto him when you did.

"Where Have All the Rude Boys Gone?" - Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
it's times like this when your neck looks for a knife
your wrist for a razor, your hear is longing for bullets
...
Rhoda screamed and asked me, "where have all the rude boys gone?"

The universe is spinning off helter skelter in a way that's got nothing at all to do with entropy. There's always a damsel in distress or a prince in peril. It's a time for old fashioned heroics.

But you're not one for heroics. You're one for shaking like a leaf and hiding in the cellar with a flashlight and a baseball bat, just praying that the footsteps upstairs don't enter your orbit.

That's fine. Open your closet, pick out a jaunty hat and a bitchin' leather jacket. A pair of dark shades will hide the terror in your eyes and you've got a thousand quicksilver smiles borrowed from every book, every rocker, every movie you've ever seen. They'll do the rest.

You're not right for the job, so just be someone else. Dress the part and let that devil-may-care antihero fill your shoes and take a stroll in your skin. It's gonna be all right.

"How Indiscreet" - Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire
I saw you last night-- my, my, how indiscreet!
your self-destruction is so complete
...
oh man, what's this? we're losing altitude hand over fist!

It's a role to play, and some parts of it are de rigueur. You have to play it cool, because otherwise they'll notice that bad case of space madness that you've caught. Call it your inheritance.

Nevermind that the real you is out there made of metal and fury. Nevermind that your only companions are a trouble-seeking alien and a stout redheaded spaceship. Nevermind the sensation of falling you get even when both of your feet are flat on the ground.

Find a pub, open a tab, and don't look down.

"Poison Prince" - Amy MacDonald
why he can't see is that I'm looking through his eyes
so many lies behind his eyes
and tell me stories from your past
sing me songs you wrote before
...
some kind of poison prince
with your eyes in a daze
your life is like a maze

There is a boy that you don't remember, but he remembers you.

He takes no convincing at all to follow you into chaos. The alien geometries of your life are so unpredictable and unplottable, but there's already a space for him, one he fits like a skeleton key, like he was made to complement your every need.

There's something unnatural about that. There is something dangerous about him. Maybe you shouldn't trust him. You can see your history in his eyes if he'd only meet your gaze, and you don't know why he ducks his head and looks away.

But you are a lock and he might be the key. It's worth the risk.

"Oh No" - Marina and the Diamonds
I know exactly what I want and who I want to be
I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine
I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy
...
I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly, I'm gonna fail, I'm gonna die
no, oh no! oh no! oh no no!

Whatever you do, don't panic.

Ignore that he was a machine and so are you (flesh and blood instead of metal and fury). Ignore that not a soul still lives that knows your story (little Fitzie ran too far from home and got lost). Ignore that you have no safety net left and you're a hundred metres in the air ("I don't mean you-- the circuit board's your mother"). Ignore that your brain may as well be made of delicate clockwork instead of the grey stuff ("Oh, because of your being artificial?").

Stop clutching The Tale of Peter Rabbit. Here's your guitar and here's a leather jacket just like the one he lost. Get out on that stage and sing until your lungs give out.

"Our Velocity" - Maximo Park
my words are just hunches, I'm not sure what they mean
you're asking for commitment when I'm somewhere in between
...
a stream of numbers hit a screen
and you're expected to know what they mean
throughout the conflict, I was serene
I can't outrun the sadness I've seen
are you willing to resist for the people you've never met?
the devil's wheel revolves, but it needs to be reset
...
love is lie, which means I've been lied to
love is lie, which means I've been lying too
...
never never try to gauge temperature
when you tend to travel at such speed
that's our velocity

You've danced and sung until your gears creaked. But finally you're not alone in this mess. This is a duet, a dialogue, and debate through stardust and over hot tea. When he doesn't know the steps, you nudge him the right way, and when you can't hold yourself up, he's there to catch you.

For the first time, your panic subsides. For the first time, the question is not ‘what would Fitz Kreiner do' but ‘what am I going to do?'

You've had your smash hit and your sophomore slump. Now, you've got some new numbers to sing, this time with accompanying violin.

"Our Life is Not a Movie or Maybe" - Okkervil River
it's just a bad movie there where there's no crying
handing the keys to me in this Red Lion
where the lock that you locked in the suite says there's no prying
when the breath that you breathed in the street screams there's no science
when you look how you looked then to me, then I cease lying
and fall into silence

Define yourself, Sartre tells you.

No one is left to go through your life with a red pen and circle the inconsistencies. You're not being graded and no one will see the pages but you.

Take the six notes, because the old Fitz isn't coming back and no one remembers they aren't yours. Take a leather jacket and light up one ciggie after another until the smell of ash comes back to you. Take a pair of oval sunglasses you found collecting dust on the dresser. Take the spare names scribbled in the margins of a Composition book between the verses and desperate wordplay. Take a look in the mirror and stare into those eyes until they are the color of graphite, ignore the artron gleam.

Fitz Kreiner is dead, a few times over. So what?

Stop dwelling on the poor old sod.

Come on, Fortune. The universe is waiting. Give 'em a show.

"Dear Sons and Daughters of Lonely Ghosts" - Wolf Parade
I got a hand, so I got a fist, so I got a plan
it's the best that I can do
now we'll say it's in God's hands
but God doesn't always have the best goddamn plans, does he?

Fortune, because it's not heroism if the whole thing is a charade.

Fortune, because every time your head bounced off the crumbling brick of a London alleyway, you bounced back.

Fortune, because when you play it this fast and this loose, luck is all you've fucking got.

Fortune, because you are a man-shaped thing who has died, been reborn, been brainwashed and rewritten and indoctrinated, been shot, been stabbed, been encased in ice, been the leader of the resistance been metal and been human and been something else entirely...

Fortune, because what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and what has killed you makes you bloody invincible.

Fortune, because with every breath you take you're saying to them "come and have a go if you think you're hard enough."

Fortune, because the universe says "to hell with the odds" and rules in your favor every time.

"Rubidoux" - Cold War Kids
so
lets go deadbolt your shed door
cram your paper money snug closer than before
chandeliers are falling in graveyard rows
and your eyes are shifting dials like AM radios

So the War's done. But the embers are still glowing. The Doctor's burning, but that's one flame you can't extinguish. That's fine; the blue box got her practice in with you. You're pretty sure she can rebuild him too.

For now, let him think you're dead, just so later on you can remind him he's not infallible. For now, there's a whole universe waiting for you to show them what for.

You've got a guitar on your back, a key on a chain around your neck, a jacket the color and smell of smoke, and five pounds in your pocket.

Time to put out some flames. And maybe start a few.

word of advice to anyone and everyone: mixing your Fitz Kreiner feels with your Richard Siken feels is a recipe for pretentious crap like this. be warned.

FIC: with apologies to richard siken

2012-08-04T09:44:16Z

I don't even know what happened. It's like I had a EDA relapse.

Title: with apologies to richard siken
Warnings: Some violent imagery. Spoilers for pretty much Interference onward.
Summary: Let's say the Devil is played by two men. We'll call them Fitz. (take-off of Siken’s “You Are Jeff”)

Notes: Thank you to LJ user lelek for the short-notice beta. 8D

Read it at AO3 or under the cut.

1

There is a set of twins playing music, one on guitar and one on piano. The one playing piano has skin like plastic and the metal of his fingers clicks loudly against the ivory keys. But the song is good. It’s complex and flawed, like a live recording. It has heart to spare, and through the meandering notes you can see the human under the armor. The twin playing piano loves you, but you betrayed him, and his rage outweighs his love. He won’t rest until he’s taken your ribs apart to be his keys and your hearts-strings as his piano wire.

The guitarist is playing perfectly, like a studio album. The passion is still there, but it’s been processed and refined a little too much. You could love this boy with his warm electric skin and easy smile of picket fence teeth.

It’d be nice if you could wait for now, to choose one later, because it’s to your advantage to wait.

But that’s not how time works for you. You’ve already chosen, struck a match, and lit a fuse that will reach one of the two boys.

They don’t know which of them it is. Let it be a surprise.

2

There are two twins standing on a war-torn planet. Let’s call them Fitz. One is old, older than even you are, which is your fault. Let’s say he’s the wiser of the twins. He’s ready for war and war is ready for him. You did this to him. And he’s an angry and terribly efficient soldier. He has the younger Fitz in his grip and wants to tear him open, crawl into his skin, and reclaim his life. Because this Fitz will always win in matters of war, but never in matters of forgiveness.

3

There are two Fitzes standing on a war-torn planet and they both want to be the other. One is a fake and he can barely stand it. The other is real and knows what a mixed blessing that is. I am the real Fitz and I’m tired of looking at my reflection and having it not be you. I want the upgrade to two-point-oh, I want my machinery to be muscle and bone, I want to be you so I can have him, because that’s what this all is for. I could be that person again for him, I can learn forgiveness, listen to me, et cetera. These two Fitzes are the same except in every way that counts. And you’re the one counting.

4

Your name is Fitz, and Fitz has your throat in his hand. He’s here to teach you a lesson; he sees the missed marks in your performance and how you’ve layered the theatre make-up on. Strategic lighting and stagecraft aren’t enough here. Imitation isn’t flattery and Fitz is going to teach you this by crushing your windpipe so you never tell another lie.

But you’re the leading scholar on Fitz, and you know a ploy when you see one. You use what little breath you have left to tell a truth: the real Fitz does nothing but lie. It’s all a matter of magnitude and audience.

You claim your five pounds.

5

Let's say the Devil is played by two men. We'll call them Fitz. The one that you left has gone rotten in his middle, soured like milk left out for two thousand years. The other isn't Fitz, but you don't remember that, and that's about the same thing. He plays the role so well. It'd take more than the naked eye to see the faults in the performance, and it's rude to criticize the actor before the curtain's down.

Sit back. Enjoy the show. Wait for intermission.

6

You’re in the TARDIS with three men named Fitz. One of them you know, and he knows you, and he’s familiar, but you don’t want him. Another of them you know, but he doesn’t know you, but you’re going to fix that. The last knows you, knows every secret in your head, and he’ll keep them safe for you when you can’t hold them yourself. He’s warm and inviting, but you don’t know him. You don’t know anyone anymore, and you’ve forgotten how you met this man, how you built him from the heart of one and the bones of another.

The first two Fitzes are angry you did this to them, that you used them and left them. The last one still knows forgiveness. Hold onto that last one. Try to do better this time.

7

You are standing on Gallifrey with three men, except the one you killed, and Fitz is wearing the skin you’ve sewn him into. It suits him well, because you’re more than a doctor, you’re a phenomenal tailor.

The other Fitz is alive even though you took his heart to open it up and remake it for Fitz. He’s alive, or at least not-dead. He’s upset about that, by the way.

Both of them have delicate clockwork hearts, hearts they weren’t born with but were given to make them not-dead. They are perfect in form, but they’re made of wax, because as good a tailor as you are, you’re a terrible doctor and a worse surgeon.

They’re made of wax and are trailing long wicks behind them. You can light a fire in one of them. Strike a match.

8

There is a man standing on top of a tower, trying to decide if he wants to jump. It’s your fault, but don’t look at him. Be kind; you know him and how bashful he is. Don’t look at him.

Instead, look to the boy you’ve found whose name is Fitz even if he doesn’t know it. Look to the empty space next to you and to the boy and make a decision. Take out his heart and put another in its place. There, the space next to you isn’t empty anymore. Turn and say hello.

9

You are in a blue box that you should know, but you don’t. That’s fine, it’s still more of a home than anywhere else you’ve ever been (at least, as far as you remember). Look in on the butterflies and don’t notice that they’re missing. Sit down and have a pot of Oolong because you don’t remember that Darjeeling is your favorite. Someone is playing a song to you, for you? You can’t make out the words, but the notes are a pulsing wave. He’s playing for someone, and it may as well be you; no one will love his music like you do.

10

There are six notes that you once knew. There is a dark-haired girl whose hair you bleached. There are butterflies, and Darjeeling, and a severe redhead who doesn’t care for your jokes. They’re all there, but they’re behind a door. It’s not an inviting blue door either; it’s made of fire and lost homes and remnants of the places you can never return to. You could open the door, but you’re scared.

Just stay in the hallway between rooms. Maybe peek through the keyhole a few times. That’s enough for now.

11

Suppose the head has two hearts. One is gone, but not for long. The other is left behind to do twice the work. When the man named Fitz touches you, it’s doing thrice the work.

No wonder you push the man named Fitz away. It’s okay; he still knows forgiveness, even if you don’t remember why he shouldn’t.

12

Consider the pianist and the guitarist. Consider anger and forgiveness. You have both in abundance, so which do you want from them? Take Fitz, with his guile and warmth. He’s broken in a way you can convince yourself you can fix. A challenge you can rise to. The other Fitz is cold and machine, but he still loves you, and isn’t that to be celebrated in its own way?

Who do you love? Whose fuse did you light? Were they the right one?

13

This time everyone has the best intentions. You’re going to do well by this Fitz, even if you don’t remember why that’s so important. Fitz is going to keep you safe, and he remembers why, and his memories are the sum of his parts. Even the blue box that shelters you is going to do a better job. The girl you’ve taken with you doesn’t know it, but she’s going to be everything else you need, and you’ll give her the universe in thanks. This was a tragedy, but now it’s a love story. Just stick to script this time; Fitz is a performer and now you’re on the stage with him.

14

Fitz goes out and comes back with cigarettes and Darjeeling and socks. He has gauze ready, the roll breaking the perfect rumpled lines of his jacket. He has bandages around his knuckles because he’ll fight tigers and men for you, even if he’s not very good at it. He smells like a forest fire as he fixes you up, and the irony of your name is not lost on you. But this is what he is for, why you picked up a man named Fitz who will fix you. It’s a tongue twister and the man smiles, his eyes like snowdown grey light pouring over you.

15

Red light is everywhere. It once was blue, once snowdown grey. Now it’s red and spilling out everywhere, from your chest and your nose and your ears. It’s as bright as the circus tent and it’s staining Fitz’s hands as he tries to hold it all in you. This is why you chose him. His hands are warm still and that’s a comfort right now.

16

Someone has brewed you a cup of tea, and it’s a perfect Darjeeling in a glass mug. It’s enough to keep you warm and to tease your tongue with boiled leaves and sugar. You deserve it, he says. You work so hard and keep us together and show us the universe. You deserve a decent cuppa.

Consider the wicks and which you lit. Did you pick the right one?

17

Gallifrey is burning. It’s all falling away from you now. Don’t move. You can’t hold all of it in, so just let it go. You picked the one who can forgive you, and he’s going to be there to catch you. His arms are going to be warm and his heart may be clockwork wax, but he’ll tick on, as inexorable as time. Lucky you.

Gallifrey is burning like a match. It’s burning like the heart you set aflame. Don’t move.

18

Two brothers: one of them wants to break you down and turn you into music. Two brothers: one of them wants to play your song. It’s time to choose sides now. The clockwork heart or the electric skin? You want more time? You don’t get more time, you get two brothers. Here are two Fitzes. Pick one. This is how you settle the debate and make one of them into a real boy. The match is burning down. Fitz or Fitz?

19

Here is the list of people you left behind. It’s long and filled with people you have loved and people you barely remember. They’re still your fault. Fitz is on the list, twice, and he’s still standing beside you.

Here is a list of your names. It’s almost as long, and there’s plenty of crossover. No, they’re not all the same, Doctor.

20

You’re standing on your home. It’s Gallifrey and Earth and the TARDIS. Someone else would say that you can’t be in multiple places at once, and you’d have to try hard not to laugh in their face. But this once, you’re in one place. The timeline is collapsing around your ears. You’re standing nowhere at all.

Let’s say they’re not brothers. That’s right, they’re not, and they never have been. There’s one man. Heisenberg was wrong. You can look right at him and he’s the only one, and he’s perfectly still at your side, and you know he’s the only one in the universe. You burned the other one out. Gallifrey is gone.

21

Hold your breath, or whatever the Gallifreyan equivalent is. Hold your breath or still your hearts and have patience, because I’m on my way. I am dead, but I’m coming back for you. Hold onto your voice and leave the door open and leave the space next to you empty because I will come back from the dead for you, because I may be angry and metal and vengeful, but I love you, and I’m coming back, and that is my space.

22

There’s a planet on fire, and you’re fairly certain it’s your fault. Your friends are in danger and Romana is shouting, so it seems like the thing you’d do. There’s fire all around you, and you’re holding a match. It could be a coincidence, but you wouldn’t bet on it. You’re sick and you’re burning. You’ve held onto the match too long waiting to decide. The fire is eating the oxygen while you vacillate, and there may as well be a vise around your windpipe. You can’t speak to lie. So don’t. Pick a wick to light. You know who loves you. Who do you love?

23

Let’s say that God is the space between two men and the Devil is the space between two men. Here: I’ll be all of them.

All of the Fitzes want to tell you something. They all think it’s something different, but it’s the same thing. Who do you want to hear it from? Come closer. Between them they know everything about you, but you can only be told the one thing. One thing. If they wanted to tell you more than that, maybe you wouldn’t strike that match, or maybe you’d burn them all.

It doesn’t matter. One thing. Three words. Come closer. Listen.

24

You’re in the TARDIS with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like uprooted a flower, or burned someone’s home to the ground, or cut out a man’s heart (and don’t you know how much that hurts?). You’re in the TARDIS with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him three words, trying not to hurt him this time. But he plays you a song on the piano and it’s rough-voiced but flawless (the timeline has collapsed). He sings a song that builds you a home, and the words tumble out of you. The words are fire, and they scorch you both a little, but you’re no strangers to burns.

Petition: More audios with Fitz Kreiner and the Eighth Doctor.

2012-02-26T05:09:14Z

Hello! I've been following this group from the shadows for some time, figured I'd finally step out into the light. And I come bearing a petition--but I think you'll like this one.

Basically, it's a petition to let the folks at Big Finish know that if they make more audio stories with Fitz in them, they have an eager audience waiting to buy them! We're hoping they'll be encouraged if they know there's fan interest.

Here's the petition.

Thanks! *bows back into shadows--for now*

Art: Eight & Fitz

2011-11-16T01:17:06Z

Hii, first time posting, what up?

Long story short: I did art. And I shamelessly based Fitz on Callum Blue, because that's how I'm used to seeing Fitz. What is this original artistic interpretation you speak of? There's also a couple more drawings of Eight in my gallery, and other Who art. Enjoy?

Fic: [out of order], multi-era

2011-09-17T00:36:58Z

Title: [out of order]
Author: aces
Fandom: Doctor Who, Fitz Kreiner, Eleven, Amy, Rory
Word count: approx 3500 words
Summary: "I'm usually quite good at linear. Some people are just--special."
A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for ages, apparently being offline on a holiday weekend a couple weeks back was the only way it could happen.

Fic can be read on LJ or on DW.

Art: Fitz/Eight

2011-09-06T06:01:38Z

Two more - I don't seem to be able to stop.

Fanfic: Anything and Everywhere but Not Now (chapter 1)

2011-09-05T15:40:38Z

Fitzgerald Michael Kreiner also known as Fitz Fortune, passed away Tuesday night. The world famous musician brought so many things into this world,

Title Anything and Everywhere but Not Now
Characters: Eight, Fitz Kreiner
Pairings: , Eight/Fitz
Rating: T
Chapters:Chapter 1

Art: Fitz/Jack

2011-08-26T01:44:30Z

Here's a picture I did for funtimevash, who kindly wrote Butterflies and Tigers for me. Thought I'd share it with you.

Fanmix!

2011-08-20T00:53:04Z

Anywhere but Earth

(Zip of Everything)

So, I've posted a couple mixes here before (You can find my Fitz mix and my Interference/Ancestor Cell mix under the fanmix tag) but this is my first shot at an Eight/Fitz mix. It's set after the Doctor and Fitz reunite after the Doctor's 100 years on Earth. The Doctor's amnesia at that time interests me because it changes the dynamic of Fitz and the Doctor's relationship. Suddenly, Fitz knows more about the Doctor than the Doctor knows himself...and that's interesting. So I made a mix!

Here's the track list:

1. Brand New Colony (Live) - Ben Gibbard

I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change
We'll give ourselves new names
(Identities erased)

2. Tin Foil - Andrew Bird

Last night I dreamed that I dug my own grave
And I climbed down inside there to patiently wait
And down in the ground while I breathed the cold air
The blackbirds came down there to nest in my hair

3. Tears - Django Reinhardt and Stephane Grapelli

(Instrumental - Guitar/Violin)

4. Uh Oh - The Bloodsugars

I didn't notice what I was doing
I couldn't see we're headed for destruction
Didn't wanna tell you
I had a memory of good things from anywhere else

If you don't know it's me, touch me, take me
And how could anyone else?

You have no closure
I have no compass
We only know day after day

Didn't wanna tell you what you don't wanna hear
But find out on your own anyway

If you don't know it's me, touch me, take me
and how could anyone else?
If you don't see the dream, touch it, taste it
and how could anyone else?

5. Love over Mind - Mont Lyons

Flawless in theory, hunting the eerie love over mind
blessed with the sadness, holy to only the blind
oh, my child, speak easy and over the shrill
graveyards just grow, hiding the bones on the hill

6. There is a Light that Never Goes Out (Live) - Noel Gallagher

Take me out tonight
take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
and in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
but then a strange fear gripped me
and I just couldn't ask

Take me out tonight
oh take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
driving in your car
I never never want to go home
because I haven't got one
no, I haven't got one

7. Wonderwall (Cello Version) - Oasis via the Vitamin String Quartet

(Instrumental)

8. Hold Your Secrets to Your Heart - Miracle Fortress

Hold your secrets to your heart,
where the love can build its heat,
it hurts when we're apart.
I'm hiding in your blood.

9. No Surprise (Earth Version) - James Yuill

If you want me, I will be right here
And if you love me you will notice me here

But it's no surprise that your eyes are crying my name
And it's no surprise that your eyes are seeing the same

So slow it down
Take it easy

Enjoy!

EDA Kindle versions!

2011-08-16T21:06:36Z

There's been little information about this, but a few of the EDAs are set to be released out as Kindle versions at the end of the month. This could possibly mean more releases in the future and a great way to express interest in these books (if you don't have a Kindle, you can read Kindle books on your computer and all sorts of other stuff).

I'd love to know if anyone has any more information about these releases. I tried contacting BBC books for some information, but haven't received any response.

In the meantime - definitely order one or more of these if you have the spare cash!

I had a search through Amazon and these were the EDAs that are getting released. Most are Lance Parkin titles:

Father Time - August 31st

The Gallifrey Chronicles - August 31st

Trading Futures - August 31st

The Year of Intelligent Tigers - Possibly. No formal release date.

Non-EDAs:

Infinity Doctors - August 30th

Bunker Soldiers (one, steven, dodo) - Available now.

Edit to add:
I send a message to Martin Day (author of Bunker Soldiers) asking about this. He replied, saying:

"Thanks for the message; I’m afraid I don’t know if there are plans to release more Who books on Kindle (I did get a sense that those books on Kindle were a trial to see how successful they might be). Sadly we authors are always the last to be told!"

So, unfortunately, no further news on this, except that they are probably a trial release.

Art: Fitz and Eight

2011-08-08T12:05:13Z

Here's another picture of Fitz and Eight - they make such a nice couple.

Fic: The Flower Tender 6/6 COMPLETE

2011-08-05T09:39:17Z

Title The flower tender 6/6
Fandom Doctor Who (EDA)
Pairing Doctor/Fitz, some one-sided Sam/Doctor, mentions of Doctor/Turlough and Doctor/Grace.
Beta thought_goddess
Chapters One - two - three - four - five - six
Words of chapter 4853
Words of entire fic 29 644
Rating/warnings R. Sexual situations, mental illness, some mentions of substance abuse, people having Victorian morals.
Spoilers The Blue Angel (simply because of the existence of Obverse), small ones from Unnatural History/the Dark Sam arc and The Taint (but nothing you probably wouldn’t know anyway).
Disclaimer I don’t own anything but the clothes on my back.
Summary A beautiful madman, who talks of begonias and mermaids. A girl who is not a tenant or a maid or a companion, perhaps not even the pious rescue worker she seems to be. Fitz Kreiner, who leaves his rooms in the semislum of Hoxton to join the eccentric household, entering into a world which challenge the very values of the time.
Author’s notes Comments are very welcome!

The house is crying.

Fanart: The Flower Tender

2011-07-17T13:34:22Z

Here's an illustration for/painting inspired by apolesen 's wonderful fic The Flower Tender.
I'm always having tremendous trouble drawing Eight, but I'm quite happy with how Fitz turned out.

Fic: The Flower Tender 5/6

2011-07-10T16:00:23Z

Title The flower tender 5/6
Fandom Doctor Who (EDA)
Pairing Doctor/Fitz, some one-sided Sam/Doctor, mentions of Doctor/Turlough and Doctor/Grace.
Beta thought_goddess
Words of chapter 4580
Words of entire fic approx. 30 000.
Rating/warnings R. Sexual situations, mental illness, some mentions of substance abuse, people having Victorian morals.
Spoilers The Blue Angel (simply because of the existence of Obverse), small ones from Unnatural History/the Dark Sam arc and The Taint (but nothing you probably wouldn’t know anyway).
Disclaimer I don’t own anything but the clothes on my back.
Summary A beautiful madman, who talks of begonias and mermaids. A girl who is not
a tenant or a maid or a companion, perhaps not even the pious rescue worker she seems to be. Fitz Kreiner, who leaves his rooms in the semislum of Hoxton to join the eccentric household, entering into a world which challenge the very values of the time.
Author’s notes Comments are very welcome!

After a month of silence in the house, the Doctor's long-awaited return felt almost odd.

Fic: The Flower Tender 4/6

2011-06-21T11:55:39Z

Title The flower tender 4/6
Fandom Doctor Who (EDA)
Pairing Doctor/Fitz, some one-sided Sam/Doctor, mentions of Doctor/Turlough and Doctor/Grace.
Author apolesen
Beta thought_goddess
Words of chapter 3815
Words of entire fic approx. 30 000.
Rating/warnings R. Sexual situations, mental illness, some mentions of substance abuse, people having Victorian morals.
Spoilers The Blue Angel (simply because of the existence of Obverse), small ones from Unnatural History/the Dark Sam arc and The Taint (but nothing you probably wouldn’t know anyway).
Disclaimer I don’t own anything but the clothes on my back.
Summary A beautiful madman, who talks of begonias and mermaids. A girl who is not
a tenant or a maid or a companion, perhaps not even the pious rescue worker she seems to be. Fitz Kreiner, who leaves his rooms in the semislum of Hoxton to join the eccentric household, entering into a world which challenge the very values of the time.

I'll use this love. I'll help him get better through it.

Fic: The Flower Tender 3/6

2011-05-17T17:38:10Z

Title The flower tender 3/6
Author apolesen
Fandom Doctor Who (EDA)
Pairing Doctor/Fitz, some one-sided Sam/Doctor, mentions of Doctor/Turlough and Doctor/Grace.
Beta thought_goddess
Words of chapter 5350
Words of entire fic approx. 30 000.
Rating/warnings R. Sexual situations, mental illness, some mentions of substance abuse, people having Victorian morals.
Spoilers The Blue Angel (simply because of the existence of Obverse), small ones from Unnatural History/the Dark Sam arc and The Taint (but nothing you probably wouldn’t know anyway).
Disclaimer I don’t own anything but the clothes on my back.
Summary A beautiful madman, who talks of begonias and mermaids. A girl who is not a tenant or a maid or a companion, perhaps not even the pious rescue worker she seems to be. Fitz Kreiner, who leaves his rooms in the semislum of Hoxton to join the eccentric household, entering into a world which challenge the very values of the time.
Author’s notes Comments are very welcome!

They were all so beautiful. I.... I was dull.

Seasonally-inappropriate song parody time is NOW.

2011-05-15T02:37:13Z

So I thought this up today, and if I wait until ~~Christmas~~ Fitzmas to post it I will surely forget, so you're all getting it now. (And, really, isn't Fitzmas a holiday every day?)

Feel free to sing along if you'd like.

THE TWELVE DAYS OF FITZMAS

On the first day of Fitzmas my true love gave to me,
A half-dead begonia plant.

On the second day of Fitzmas my true love gave to me,
2 different bodies
And a half-dead begonia plant.

On the third day of Fitzmas my true love gave to me,
3 bad puns,
2 different bodies,
And a half-dead begonia plant.

On the fourth day of Fitzmas my true love gave to me,
4 years in stasis,
3 bad puns,
2 different bodies,
And a half-dead begonia plant.

On the fifth day of Fitzmas my true love gave to me,
FIVE CIIIIIIGARETTES!
4 years in stasis,
3 bad puns,
2 different bodies,
And a half-dead begonia plant.

On the sixth day of Fitzmas my true love gave to me,
6 centuries alone,
FIVE CIGARETTES!
4 years in stasis,
3 bad puns,
2 different bodies,
And a half-dead begonia plant.

On the seventh day of Fitzmas my true love gave to me,
7 'bottom' dreams,
6 centuries alone,
FIVE CIGARETTES!
4 years in stasis,
3 bad puns,
2 different bodies,
And a half-dead begonia plant.

On the eighth day of Fitzmas my true love gave to me,
Eight wrapped in velvet,
7 'bottom' dreams,
6 centuries alone,
FIVE CIGARETTES!
4 years in stasis,
3 bad puns,
2 different bodies,
And a half-dead begonia plant.

On the ninth day of Fitzmas my true love gave to me,
9 pretty girlfriends,
Eight wrapped in velvet,
7 'bottom' dreams,
6 centuries alone,
FIVE CIGARETTES!
4 years in stasis,
3 bad puns,
2 different bodies,
And a half-dead begonia plant.

On the tenth day of Fitzmas my true love gave to me,
10 French accents,
9 pretty girlfriends,
Eight wrapped in velvet,
7 'bottom' dreams,
6 centuries alone,
FIVE CIGARETTES!
4 years in stasis,
3 bad puns,
2 different bodies,
And a half-dead begonia plant.

On the eleventh day of Fitzmas my true love gave to me,
11 ugly trousers,
10 French accents,
9 pretty girlfriends,
Eight wrapped in velvet,
7 'bottom' dreams,
6 centuries alone,
FIVE CIGARETTES!
4 years in stasis,
3 bad puns,
2 different bodies,
And a half-dead begonia plant.

On the twelfth day of Fitzmas my true love gave to me,
12 guitars strumming,
11 ugly trousers,
10 French accents,
9 pretty girlfriends,
Eight wrapped in velvet,
7 'bottom' dreams,
6 centuries alone,
FIVE CIGARETTES!
4 years in stasis,
3 bad puns,
2 different bodies,

AND A HALF-DEAD BEGONIA PLAAAAAAANT~!

Fic: The Flower Tender 2/6

2011-05-06T18:52:41Z

Title The flower tender 2/6
Fandom Doctor Who (EDA)
Pairing Doctor/Fitz, some one-sided Sam/Doctor, mentions of Doctor/Turlough and Doctor/Grace.
Beta thought_goddess
Words of chapter 5924
Words of entire fic approx. 30 000.
Rating/warnings R. Sexual situations, mental illness, some mentions of substance abuse, people having Victorian morals.
Spoilers The Blue Angel (simply because of the existence of Obverse), small ones from Unnatural History/the Dark Sam arc and The Taint (but nothing you probably wouldn’t know anyway).
Disclaimer I don’t own anything but the clothes on my back.
Summary A beautiful madman, who talks of begonias and mermaids. A girl who is not
a tenant or a maid or a companion, perhaps not even the pious rescue worker she seems to be. Fitz Kreiner, who leaves his rooms in the semislum of Hoxton to join the eccentric household, entering into a world which challenge the very values of the time.

The Doctor was a passionate man.

Fic: The Flower Tender 1/6 (Victorian Obverse AU)

2011-05-01T16:40:44Z

Title The Flower Tender 1/6
Fandom Doctor Who (EDA)
Pairing Doctor/Fitz, some one-sided Sam/Doctor, mentions of Doctor/Turlough and Doctor/Grace.
Beta thought_goddess
Words of chapter 5123
Words of entire fic approx. 30 000.
Rating/warnings R. Sexual situations, mental illness, some mentions of substance abuse, people having Victorian morals.
Spoilers The Blue Angel (simply because of the existence of Obverse), small ones from Unnatural History/the Dark Sam arc and The Taint (but nothing you probably wouldn’t know anyway having read a few EDAs).
Disclaimer I don’t own anything but the clothes on my back.
Summary A beautiful madman, who talks of begonias and mermaids. A girl who is not
a tenant or a maid or a companion, perhaps not even the pious rescue worker she seems to be. Fitz Kreiner, who leaves his rooms in the semislum of Hoxton to join the eccentric household, entering into a world which challenges the very values of the time.
Author’s notes It’s a Victorian AU of Obverse. So I guess it’s an AU of an AU? Comments most welcome. Enjoy!

Fitz Kreiner first met the Doctor two days before his mother died.

Fanfic: Whisky Sour

2011-03-08T05:46:37Z

Title: Whisky Sour
Author: maypanic
Length: 719 words
Characters: Fitz Kreiner. References to Sam, Trix, Eighth and Ninth Doctor
Pairing: Primarily friendship
Spoilers: Not really, references minor plot points of Unnatural History and Mad Dogs and Englishmen
Summary: In which Fitz Kreiner has a birthday, a drink, a nervous breakdown, and a happy ending.

Rating: PG-13 ish
Warnings: Some slight language. Rampant Fitz tropes.
Verse: Doctor Who EDAs

Disclaimer: Don't own or have any rights to the universe in which this takes place, no disrespect is intended, not receiving any material gain from sharing this bit of silliness.

Author's notes: Today, March 7, 2011, would be the 75th anniversary of Fitz Kreiner's birth. If, that is, he had stayed on one planet and lived a chronologically boring life. Or if he were, you know. Real. In honor of this anniversary of not-birth, I have written this. I love fanfic but I really, really don't write it, so this is a bizarre anomaly. Could probably stand to be beta'd, but if I waited for that it would no longer be the correct date and also I would lose my nerve and never hit the post button, so please feel free to point out any and all errors as you see fit.

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