The door creaked eerily as Julie Gardner stepped into her home, not knowing that the fate that had visited Phil Collinson was about to pay her a visit. The door slammed shut behind her, as a hand clamped over her mouth…
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2 months later…
Russell bustled around his Swansea flat, stirring the traditional welsh stew he was making for his partner. Suddenly a wheezing went through the flat, and he quickly turned around, fearing for his sanity as he saw his television-series creation land in his front room. The TARDIS, as impressive in real life as it was on the small screen. The Doctor strode purposefully out, the laser screwdriver pointed at Russell.
"Excuse me, you can't have the laser screwdriver!" he protested in his sing-songy welsh accent.
"I can," the Doctor said, "I borrowed it off the Master, I needed it. For you." Russell audibly gulped. The Doctor stepped forward. "You ruined my life, Russell. You made me lose my one true love, my icky-wicky Rosie-kins, my beautiful flower, my –"
"I've got the picture," Russell protested, "But you have to understand, Doctor, it was to improve the show –"
"WHAT? BY GIVING ME HEART BREAK AND TEARING MY EMOTIONS IN TWO?" Russell nodded. "Well, I don't think that that is appropriate! I don't think you deserve to be on the show –"
"Noooooo!" Russell bawled, falling to his knees, "PLEASE BE MERCIFUL!"
"Fine!" the Doctor yelled melodramatically, "I was merciful to Phil Collinson by giving him a replacement job as head of Drama for the useless town of Manchester, and Julie Gardner I gave the job of overall Controller of Drama Commissioning at BBC television, so I may as well give you a chance too. Series 3 has already been broadcast, much to my disgust. Did you choose such a tripe of an actress to replace my darling Rose on purpose? To drag the series ratings down? Anyway, I'll give you series 4 to prove yourself. After that, you're out. Go do some other gay show for men who are aged 40! See if anyone cares! I'm going to employ Steven Moffett instead to be head writer – He gave me a good script! I got to dance with my beautiful, gorgeous, Rose." The Doctor day dreamed before dragging himself back to Earth. He glared at Russell before walking into the TARDIS, disappearing once more.
The Doctor stared thoughtfully at the screen. He wanted to see Steven Moffett's contribution to series 4 – it would be fantastic. Then he remembered – Time Machine! The Doctor set co-ordinates for the nearest Earth television on 7th June at 7 o'clock and quickly left the TARDIS…
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½ hour later.
The Doctor stormed back in. Did Steven Moffett really think he deserved the job of head of series 4 after that episode? HE HAD IMPLIED THAT HE, THE DOCTOR, LOVED SOMEONE OTHER THAN ROSE!" The Doctor stroked the laser screwdriver. Maybe it was time he paid this Steven Moffett a visit to make sure he would never do anything so stupid again…