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Title: How David Tennant and Doctor Who changed my life (1/2)
Word Count: 2125
Rating: Nothing to be scared of!
Summary: Basically, the title of the story says it all!
Author's Note: It took a while to write the first part, but I promise I'll write part 2 as fast as I can! This is my very first post on my very own LiveJournal, so I hope this is a bit all righty!

Dear David Tennant fans,

A while ago I decided it was time I started writing my feelings for David down and how this wonderful Scottish bloke influenced my life. Well, here it is!

I have to share my story with you all because I have no other choice. I have no one in my vicinity who’s a fan as well and no one here seems to understand me. I even scare some people… they call me the weirdo. I know you guys won’t. I know you won’t judge me because you’ll understand how I feel, see and think, right? So if you keep on reading my story till the end, I thank you with all my heart. You have no idea how much it means to me.

I’ll take you back in time, back to 2007. The year it all began…

One a normal day, somewhere in May I believe, I was watching telly. I was choosing a channel when I suddenly came across something very strange and alien-ish: yes, Doctor Who. ‘Love & Monsters’ to be precisely. I watched the episode with a WTH?-look on my face, but was fascinated at the same time. I was just about to change the channel when suddenly a good looking (I know, that’s an understatement) guy with great hair stepped out of a weird, blue box and was accompanied by a blond, attractive girl. My heart skipped a beat and I knew it: I had to keep on watching. I became more interested in Doctor Who, not only because of Mr. Tennant, but also because of the relationship between the Doctor and Rose.

I cried myself through Doomsday and longed for more, but that’s where it stopped. You have to know I live in Belgium and I like to refer to my country as a Tennantless place in the middle of boredom (I have my reasons). I expected they were going to broadcast series 3, but no way! So I Googled David Tennant and Doctor Who, desperate to find out more. I kind of lost my interest because I heard or saw nothing David Tennant or Doctor Who related on Belgian TV, so I went on with my silly, boring life.

In 2008, Doctor Who was back on Belgian TV. No, not series 3, but series 2… again. I didn’t mind though, because this time, I watched from the beginning, getting more and more interested in David. When series 2 ended, I thought they were finally going to broadcast series 3, but no, of course not! Silly Cheyenne, what was I thinking? It was Belgium, not the UK! Again, I sort of lost my interest as I became a fan of Twilight.

During Christmas, I came across The Voyage of the Damned and I couldn’t believe my eyes! A new, amazing episode of my Doctor… on the BBC! I watched with fascination and tears as Astrid sacrificed herself to safe the Doctor. At the end, I saw the previews of series 4 and I got all excited, but I was never able to watch it… don’t ask me why I never looked through the magazines to see when they broadcasted Doctor Who on BBC One because I don’t know why! Silly me!

Anyway, as I continue with my story, we’ve come to the year 2009. The year everything changed…

Believe it or not, but the Belgian TV broadcasted series 2 AGAIN (?!) and by that time, I can assure you, I knew each and every episode by hard! I was getting tired of it, not of David or Doctor Who of course, but of seeing the same stuff over and over again! It was stupid of me thinking that they would broadcast series 3 this time, because they never did, of course.

On a normal day, I stumbled across ‘The Silence in the Library’ on BBC One. Again, I watched with fascination as I saw how Donna got trapped in one of those talking stone face things. How much I hate myself now for not looking through the magazines to see when they broadcasted ‘Forest of the Dead’! Not long after these events, thanks to a Twilight website (yeah I know, what a coincidence!), I came across some pictures of the Doctor (later realising it was the duplicate Doctor) kissing Rose. You wouldn’t believe how happy I was!

My joy didn’t last long though: I found out David was about to leave Doctor Who and my world fell apart. I Googled the news to see if it was really true. Unfortunately… yes. I watched several YouTube vids in which fans said goodbye to their Doctor, using his announcement at the NTAs and beautiful memories of his time at Doctor Who. While I was watching, I couldn’t stop the tears from filling me eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I was heartbroken and from that moment, I knew it: I had to watch Doctor Who from the beginning, from the moment David said “Hello… new teeth, that’s weird! Now where was I? That’s right… Barcelona!” I was determined to see my Doctor in action, at any cost.
This was the moment my interest in David and Doctor Who turned into a (healthy) obsession.

Thanks to some research, I came across Play.com (still order a lot of DW stuff on here). It’s a website that sells the black Doctor Who box, consisting of series 1 till series 4. After 2 years of waiting, waiting and waiting, I finally got the box. I still remember the moment I got it in my letter box: I jumped up and down and kissed it, you can’t imagine how happy I was (my Mum thought I was mad)!

In one weekend, I watched series 1. I love Christopher Eccleston as the 9th Doctor, but I was so desperate to see David, my Doctor. I skipped series 2 because I had seen it more than a hundred times and immediately started with series 3… FINALLY! Now, there’s something I have to tell you all. During the period I watched series 3, I got bullied at school. It was like going to hell every day. This was the period David and his Doctor became my world. I needed something to escape from reality, something I could love and cherish and I had finally found it… and him. I discovered the messages and meanings behind the episodes because I started living with a different point of view. There were moments I wanted to give up, but Ten told me not to and to keep on fighting. I hope you guys know what I mean?

After series 3, it was time for series 4. I think this was during November. The bullying continued, but I had Ten by my side, giving me little hints and courage with the episodes. Time began to shorten as ‘The End of Time’ came closer and closer, but I tried not to think about that. I finished watching series 4, just in time to see ‘The Waters of Mars’ (hadn’t seen ‘The Next Doctor’ or ‘Planet of the Death’ yet). To be honest… I was scared. Not of the monsters, but because of Ten. I was scared something would happen to him and indeed, something did happen at the end: he became the Time Lord Victorious, one of the creepiest moments. As he saw Ood Sigma and fell to his knees, I cried and sobbed like a baby, knowing that his death was near. I braced myself and watched ‘The Next Doctor’, which made me laugh, and ‘Planet of the Death’, which made me cry at the end as well. During this period, I discovered Doctor Who Magazine and Doctor Who Adventures… thank goodness I was able to get David’s last issue!

Getting closer and closer to his death, it was time for ‘The End of Time’ part 1. I watched with fear and tears in my eyes as the Master returned, the Doctor cried in the café and the Time Lords came back (now thàt was a WOW-moment). There wasn’t much time between the 25th of December and the 1st of January, so I couldn’t sleep well and I tried to prepare myself… mentally.
As everyone cheered, celebrated New Year and welcomed 2010, I prefered to keep quiet and I tried not to think about Ten’s last episode.

On the 1st of January, I couldn’t sit still. I kept watching at the clock and I prepared my room as well: a teddybear to hug, tissues, tissues and tissues. I told my Mum not to worry about me when she could hear me scream or cry and I probably couldn’t eat afterwards. What I’m now about to tell you guys, still hurts and the memory is printed on my mind, an image I’ll never forget: my heart was beating fast when Ten held that gun in his hands. I sat on the end of my sofa, almost falling out of it. You all know what happened next eh? The Master and the Time Lords disappeared and Ten laid on the ground, laughing with relief because he was still alive. Then, it happened: the four knocks. I could feel the tears already filling my eyes, whispering ‘no’ as I discovered it was Wilf. I grabbed the handrail of my sofa, started crying and reached out for Ten as he screamed “I could do so much more! So much more! But this is what I get, my reward. And it's not fair!”. From the moment he opened the chamber full of radiation and stepped inside, I thought it was over. I jumped out of my sofa and screamed he couldn’t go… I begged. My sobs stopped for a bit when he suddenly stood up again, stepping out of the chamber. For a moment I thought he wasn’t going to regenerate, that it was just my imagination. I was wrong, of course. As he rubbed his face, said it had started and Wilf hugged him, I knew there was no turning back… this was it. Tears rolled down my face when he said goobye to his friends without saying a word. From the moment he had visited Rose for the last time and collapsed in the snow, I jumped out of my sofa, squeezing my teddybear because I needed something to hold on to. More and more tears started to stream down my face as Ood Sigma said “We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. This song is ending, but the story never ends.” and I heard ‘Vale Decem’ on the background, such a heartbreaking song. When he entered the TARDIS, threw his beautiful coat on one of the corals and started walking round the centre of his ship, I began to feel sick. I knew his regeneration was about to happen and I couldn’t take it any longer. As he began to glow, I fell to my knees and grabbed the side of my bed, begging for him not to go. My heart was beating way too fast and my eyes hurt because of all the crying, but I didn’t care. This was the last moment I would ever spend with my Doctor. I screamed, stomped with my feet and reached out for him as he said the words I’ll never forget: “I don’t wanna go”. His face began to glow and I cried like I had never cried before. It was like seeing to one person I love dying in front of my eyes. While he regenerated, I felt all the energy leaving me. I kept on screaming and begging because it hurt so much. I couldn’t control my breathing and I almost hyperventilated by the time Eleven had taken over. I didn’t watch how he inspected his new body because I was in shock. It was over. He was gone. I found just enough energy to get back on my feet and to sit on my bed. Some friends sent me a message (they had watched as well), but I told them I wanted to be left alone. I felt like a part of me had died with Ten. I had lost the person I loved and I kept on crying for at least 15 minutes. By the time I had calmed down a bit, I went back downstairs where my Mum hugged me. I must have looked terrible with my red eyes and black mascara on my cheeks. I tried to eat something, but I couldn’t. Afterwards, a period of almost a month of mourning followed before I started recovering again.

To be continued...


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Oct. 16th, 2011 07:47 am (UTC)

Am I the first one commenting? Shame, it was a really good story. I find it really funny that you became a fan through "Love and Monsters", as everyone seems to think this is the worst episode ever (I kinda happen to agree).

Wanna hear my story? Years ago, I have no idea, must have been 2005 or something, I was visiting a friend and she had the DVD box from England with the first season with Christopher Eccleston. She showed us some episodes, and I liked it. I already knew that a German TV channel had bought it, but I had to wait for another two years till they finally showed it.

On a Saturday afternoon at 4 PM when no-one was watching. So of course, the ratings were low, and they only showed seasons 1 and 2, then stopped. Till today we have had not have any Doctor Who on our screen again (in December some pay-channel will start with season 5 though, and maybe air 3 and 4 as well, we hope).

So, like you I completely lost it from my eyes. I knew I probably could find English versions somewhere in the internet, but I did not bother, didn't want to do downloads and also was afraid I would not understand the English at all (in Germany everything is dubbed). I consider my English as good, but sometimes with the technobabble I am lost.

Plus, I have to admit, since Christopher Eccleston had been my first Doctor, I did not really like Ten at the beginning.

Skip a few years and in 2009 a different channel started with Torchwood. So, I became a fan of that, and so through the back door came back to Doctor Who - first watching the episodes with Jack, and then more and more. Still not convinced entirely of Ten - while I already liked David as himself in interviews and such, I thought he was a lovely guy, it just was Ten that kinda did not click with me. Maybe I was just stubborn heh.

Then I hooked up a friend with it all, and one day I was visiting her and she had been to London and bought the Impossible Journal, you can buy this as merchandise. At the time I had not yet seen the episodes "Human Nature/Family of Blood". So she said, they are awesome, and we watched them together. On her big flat screen TV with wonderful picture (I still had an old TV at the time).

I was blown away.

I still am not sure if it was just the TV or David's acting. But here, when he was NOT Ten, but this other person, I fell in love with him. Since then we have watched many movies and other TV-series with him - I hope you did as well. He is such a versatile actor. I also really love his voice, he also does lots of radio plays or reads audio books, I like to listen to them on my MP3 player.

In June we were in London to see him in the theatre in "Much ado about nothing". That's when my picture with him happened. This was the highlight of my fan career of him so far, I hope there will be many more!

Of course I am also a big fan of John Barrowman. If only my friend, who showed me the first episode with Jack back in 2005, had mentioned about his singing and showbiz! I found out by accident two years ago and then spent whole nights at youtube, watching it all. Still not finished with everything. He is just so busy. So unfortunately I missed seeing him in "La Cage Aux Folles", but we went to his concert in Cardiff last year and will go again in November.

Maybe I will see you there? It's not that far from Belgium either! We fly with KLM and change planes in Amsterdam. It's the only line that flies directly to Cardiff unfortunately.

Sorry for babbling so much! Great to have you in the community and I hope we will read much more from you.

Are there no Belgium Doctor Who or Torchwood online forums? I found a lovely German one, very small, but all great people, I have met many personally already and we always have a good time.

PS: I knew each and every episode by hard!
This should be "by heart" actually.
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