Author's Disclaimer: I AM NOT trying to make fun of any of the real life actor's, performers, or creators that I use in this story. I use them only to progress the story. I love all of their work and respect their craft - - - even Moffat. For all the crap that man gets, I still LOVE a lot of his work. He's not perfect but that's another story for another day. The point I'm trying to make is I respect all of these people and would never want to intentionally make them look like an ass for the sake of comedy. I will however try my best to write them in a respectable manner while also ensuring all of your enjoyment of the story. Thank you for reading. As always, I hope you enjoy this :)
The TARDIS stood over a large expanding void. The doors were wide open and Clara Oswin Oswald looked on from the controls as The 11th Doctor was ready to jump.
"Doctor! Please, don't do this!" She begged.
"Clara, you know that the only way to close the void is to close it from within! Unless I close the void, countless of the most dangerous creatures will be released upon the universe!"
"But you'll die!"
He sighed. "I know. But I'll come back. Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I shall come back."
She shook her head, nearly in tears. "But you won't be the same!"
"I know, but it's better this way. If I don't go down there, everyone in the universe will die." He looked back to her giving a comforting smile. "I know you'll miss this face, but I'll be back very soon. Maybe I'll be better. Maybe I'll be worse. But I'll still be your Doctor. Until I come back, you know how to pilot the TARDIS. Take care of her until I get back." He sighed and gulped, still smiling at his companion. "Run you clever girl...and remember me." He winked.
She sighed, trying to hold back her tears, and nodded.
He turned his attention back down at the void. "Here goes nothing...GERONIMO!" He went to leap, but suddenly...
"CUT!" Shouted Doctor Who Head Writer Steven Moffat as he stormed onto the set.
Matt Smith threw up his arms at Moffat as he stormed towards him. "What was wrong with that?" Asked Matt Smith.
"It wasn't how I envisioned it." Moffat replied.
"Do you really have final say in how it's envisioned anyway, let alone say cut? Isn't that his job?" Matt said as he pointed at the director in his chair, eating a banana.
Moffat groaned. "Did he write the episode?"
"No." Matt rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"Right. I did. Am I Godfather of the Doctor Who series?"
"Steve, I don't think being head writer makes you the-"
"AM I THE GODFATHER OF THE SERIES?!"
"Yes." Matt sighed.
"Then I have final say in the matter of everything that goes down here!"
"What are you gonna say now, Steve?" Matt asked, crossing his arms, with a somewhat sarcastic tone in his voice.
"I'm gonna say get your head in the game, Matt! This is not only the 50th Anniversary, but your final appearance as The Doctor."
"I wouldn't say that. I could come back next time you do a big event or-" A reluctant Matt Smith suggested before being interrupted by Moffat.
"YOUR FINAL APPEARANCE! And as such, your death scene must look spectacular!"
"But my death doesn't even make sense."
Moffat shrugged and sighed. "It was the only way we could shoehorn your catchphrase into your final lines."
"A catchphrase I barely even use? I say 'Bowties are cool' more often than I say 'Geronimo'." He said as he adjusted his bowtie.
"Yes! Eccleston had his fantastic. He went out saying it. David had Allonsy, French for let's go. He said he didn't want to go. Now you gotta say Geronimo."
"But don't you think the audience deserve less of a spectacle kind of death and more with poetic license? Remember when Tom Baker died with spectacle? He got pushed out of an air balloon. Now tell me, does that sound spectacular to you?"
"It is a bit grandiose if you ask me." Moffat nodded. "I would have been proud if I wrote that episode."
Matt sighed and rolled his eyes. "No, fans hated it just like they'll hate this one. We can still be epic but why not let it be poetic like Peter or Chris or even...even Paul had a poetic death."
"We never even saw it, Matt!" Moffat said raising his eyebrows.
"That's the beauty of it! So much ambiguity yet so many implications throughout the show! I still hate that you've brought him back to show it. Kinda ruins the ambiguity."
Moffat groaned, burying his face in his hands, then crossing his arms. "I don't like your attitude right now. Let's take five."
"No, how about we take 24 hours and call it a day?" He ripped off his wig, exposing his bald head. "We are not filming the final scene until we get it right!" He stormed off the set.
Moffat sighed as Jenna-Louise Coleman walked away from the control podium. "Are...are we done for today?"
Moffat sighed again. "Yes, Jenna. You can go home for today."
Later, David Tennant and Matt Smith were in a coffee shop. Matt had a shaved head, working back and forth between filming the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who in Cardiff and starring in a film directed by Ryan Gosling in Detroit.
"God, filming these days is killing me, Dave." Matt said, rubbing his bald head.
"Be grateful you're at least getting work, mate. And with one of Hollywood's biggest stars nonetheless." David Tennant said as he sipped his coffee.
Matt shook his head. "None of that means anything to me. Not when I have to give up being The Doctor." Matt replied somberly.
"Chin up, now. It was your decision." David pointed out.
"I thought it would be the right one. I'm not so sure anymore." He sighed.
"Is there anything I can do to cheer you up, mate?" David asked.
Matt shrugged. "Get me a date with Billie Piper and persuade her to shag me." Matt said sarcastically, to which David chuckled a bit. "Did you ever...you know?" Matt asked David.
David shook his head. "Don't let rumors get the better of you."
"But you two always seemed so close and the chemistry on the show always felt so...real and-"
"Rumors, Matt. Rumors. I don't plan on it either. We both know I can no question. Just look at me. But you've seen my wife. No way I'm turning my back on that." David smiled wide, just thinking of his wife Georgia.
Matt smiled, just thinking of how adorable David and Georgia always look together. "Yeah...how'd you manage that anyway?"
"What do you mean?" David raised an eyebrow.
"Well...she did play your daughter. Not to mention, her father played you back in the day. That never struck you as a little...creepy?"
"They're just characters Matt. It's not like I'm shagging my daughter in real life. As far as I'm concerned, I'm still the luckiest man in the world regardless."
Matt nodded. "Good point." He leaned back in his chair. "Mind if I ask you something?"
David sipped his coffee before answering. "Shoot."
"David, how did you handle leaving the show?"
David sighed, reminiscing on his last day on the set. "I didn't. I cried like a baby throughout. I wasn't even supposed to cry in my final scene. That's just how I felt. Couldn't help it. After five years, I grew attached to The Doctor. He was a part of me. It was like I was The Doctor and I-
"It's him!" Screamed one of three 15 year old girls running up to David. "It's The Doctor! It's The Doctor!"
"Actually I-" Matt tried to speak up but they couldn't hear him over their own shrieking. They asked David for his autograph, to which David kindly obliged them with an endearing...and to the fan girls, dreamy...smile.
They ran off after getting their autographs. Matt just looked on looking gloomy as ever. "I...I'm The Doctor too." He said, looking down sadly.
"Cheer up, Matt." David said as he sipped his coffee again. "They probably didn't recognize you without the hair. And they don't know any better. They're just used to me I guess."
Matt scoffed. "Cause you were the pretty one." He mumbled under his breathe.
Later...the next day...
Matt walked in the building, wearing his wig, and was heading down to the changing area to put on his costume down in the basement. Just as he was coming in...Paul McGann was coming out, wearing his Eighth Doctor costume, getting ready to film flashbacks of the Time War. "Why, hello Matt." He said with a smile.
Matt grinned. "Hey, Paul. Good to see you again. I take it you're filming your bit today?"
Paul shook his head. "Bit? I thought it was casual Friday?"
Him and Matt laughed a bit. "Clever. Very clever. Would have been more clever it was actually Friday and not Tuesday."
They laughed again. Paul nodded. "Oh God. It feels so good to be back in costume again. It's been ages." He did a little twirl, admiring his long jacket.
"Yes, practically has been ages since the movie."
Paul grimaced a bit. "Let's not talk about the television movie, alright? Not the best way I wanted to be remembered. Tarnishing half of Doctor Who's history."
"Maybe so." Matt sighed. "But Paul, you also paved the way for future episodes. May I remind you that that movie was where The Doctor shared his first kiss?"
Paul grinned. "Oh no need. Daphne was a tremendous kisser. A siren. As long as you have the memory of her lips on yours, you'll die with a smile on your face."
Matt chuckled a bit. "Not to mention you were still brilliant in your brief on screen role. Still brilliant in the audio dramas."
"Ah, I'm glad you brought that up, Matt. I've been meaning to ask you if you'd like to come in and do some audio stories when you go. Nearly all of us have done them. Pete. Tom. Sly. Colin. Chris hasn't done anything, obviously." Paul rolled his eyes a bit. "David hasn't even done much in the booth, but your Doctor really has a voice that carries. We all would love to have you on board."
Matt sighed and shrugged. He didn't want to do it in the first place since voice acting didn't interest him. Nothing he'd want to do anytime soon at least, but hated to say no. "I don't know, Pete. I mean, it's tempting, don't get me wrong, but in between Detroit and all these casting calls for films I'm booked for now. Maybe I can squeeze you in on-" He gasped and squinted his eyes when he saw a Dalek behind Paul. "Is that yours?" He asked.
Paul turned around and smiled at the sight. "I don't know where that come from. It wasn't here when I walked in, but these were always just the cutest little things!" He kneeled down on a knee and looked into it's eye. "Come on. Who's in there now? They always put some little guy in here as a prank on the set of the movie. Seems like they've done it again. Aren't you the cutest thing? Aren't ya little fella?" Paul said as he made baby faces, poking at the Dalek's eye socket.
Suddenly, it turned out the Dalek was not a replica or a little man in a Dalek suit. It was real, shooting Paul with it's laser. He fell to the ground, smiling oddly enough.
Matt looked on confused. "Is...is this some kind of joke? Paul get up." He went to check Paul's pulse, but the Dalek stormed in his direction before he could do so.
"Are you The Doctor?!" The Dalek asked.
"I'm.." Before he could answer, the Dalek started scanning Matt from head to toe.
"IT IS HIM! I HAVE FOUND THE DOCTOR!" The Dalek shouted.
Matt shook his head. "No, you got it all wrong. I'm-" Suddenly, three more Daleks appeared, all of which followed the lead Dalek in coming Matt's way.
"IT IS THE DOCTOR! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" The Dalek commanded. Matt ran for his life.
He ran from the Daleks, but he then fell. Before he could get up, he was surrounded by the Daleks. He doesn't know what to do. He's confused, but he has a feeling that he's gonna die.
Then suddenly... someone grabbed his hand.
It was a man in a suit and bowtie. Matt thought it was his stunt double, but he wasn't sure he even saw this man before. All he knew was that he drew a scarily uncanny and even striking resemblance to himself.
"Hello...I'm The Doctor...RUN!" The man said, smiling at Matt, who just looked dazed and confused as he followed the man.
