Bon, c'est la fête du string, je poste au lieu de répondre aux commentaires
Tout va bien. Alors, même si je doute que d'autres que Anna et Clem passent par là (Alec peut-être ?), avertissement : tous les OS postés ici seront en anglais
Sachant que l'anglais est ma LV2, ça risque de pas forcément être fameux, alors si vous avez envie de corriger, faites donc !Ca va être un peu n'importe quoi ces OS, j'ignore totalement quel est leur statut (rétrospective, sorte de journal... aucune idée) En fait mon but c'est d'entrer dans la tête bien faite du Docteur, parce qu'on ne sait jamais vraiment ce qu'il s'y passe. Donc, ce sera un peu hasardeux, et plutôt déprimant je pense
Oh d'ailleurs !! Si vous pensez à un moment de la saison 1 que vous voudriez voir de son PDV, dîtes moi, j'ai pas tout en tête là (oui parce que je me cantonne à la saison 1 pour le moment, et comme vous le savez j'en suis à la saison 5 pour le moment)
Bref, sans plus tarder, voilà une pseudo intro que Anna et Clem ont déjà lu
et un premier OSJ'attends vos critiques, parce que c'est vraiment n'importe quoi cette affaire, en fait c'est pas l'un des Docteurs, mais le Docteur, qu'importe la forme qu'il a, alors ... c'est le bordel quoi
Une dernière chose : vous excuserez la petitesse de ces textes, anglais oblige !
Introduction
*The Doctor in on stage, watching something behind him. Suddenly, he turns back and sees the crowd, waiting for him. He smiles, just the way he usually does, and takes the microphone*
Oh, hello !
There you are ! I didn't hear you. There are people shouting in the background and… yeah, not important. I'm the Doctor, by the way ! But I guess you already know that, right ? Why on earth would you be there if you didn't know who I am ?
Ok. Clearly, you don't know who I am. God ! Why are all the legends dead, hmm ? Once, I went to the end of the universe and nobody knew who I was ! Well, the Master knew but he was trapped in a clock and… nevermind.
Wouldn't mind a bit of presentation, right ? You could ask all the people I met to describe me, I think you would have all my personalities – not that I'm totally mad, with three personalities but… It's complicated.
Yeah ? Why are you raising your hand, kid ? Doctor… Doctor who, you said ? Why does everyone ask this question ? Really, it's just the Doctor. Oh no, don't you dare call me Sir ! I'm the Doctor, that's all.
Anymore question ? Good. Or not good. I like curious people ! Why aren't you asking stupid questions ? Like Donna, when we were in Pompeii, she was wondering what would happened if she spoke latin and...It doesn't make any sense to you, am I wrong ? Couldn't you just watch the series, like everybody ?
Right, let's start to the beginning. Basically, I'm a traveller. Just a traveller. But I always tend to end up in complicated situations – like the end of the universe, or the rise of a new evil species. Actually, I don't know if you should get aware of that… Do you really want to know how many times the human race almost disappear during the last ten years ? … Yeah ? Ok, allons-y !
So, travelling alone is not really funny so I take compagnon with me – don't look at me like that ! I don't kidnap them ! Sometimes, they even hunt me down. Donna did that. And Jack. But Jack is not one of my compagnon, actually. He's more of a jackass, really. Come on, you could laugh ! But better not offense him, he's a VIP – no, he can't get you free ticket to see Imagine Dragons ! Imagine Dragons, really ? What about the Beatles, or … ? Oh, right, you can't travel in time.
Speaking of time, let's go back and talk about Martha Jones. She saved the world, even if you can't remember it. « The year that never happened », said Jack. She saved me as well. A clever one, Martha. And a brave one.
And … Rose. Rose Tyler. As clever and brave as Martha, but with something more. And Rose… is gone.
Yep. That's all you need to know. That, and the fact that she saved the universe.
Yeah, life with me is a bit dangerous. Believe me, you don't really want to jump in the Tardis. Blimey, I haven't talked about the Tardis, have I ? Time and Relative Dimension in Space – my spaceship. Yes, it's a blue box, something wrong with that ? Thank you. There's more power in that box than… in this star ! Yes, this one, right upon your head. Plus, it's bigger in the inside.
So, I'm used to jump in my Tardis and travel across the universe with my compagnon to…
I can't. I can't tell you my story. It's all about destruction and death. I've lost so many people… I can't bring you into this. You'd be in danger, all of you. Mrs. Jones was right, Mrs. Tyler too. Their daughters should have run away. You should, too. Just go ! Leave me, and have a brilliant, wonderful life ! Humans are so good at that. Better than I am.
*The Doctor leaves the stage. The crowd is bewildered by his sudden change of mood, but he doesn't look back*
1. Her name was Rose Tyler
The first time I saw her, the Time War just ended. My entire world just ended. I was the Doctor, and the last of my kind. The last of the Time Lords. My latest regeneration just happened and I was… Kind of lost.
Seems stupid, aye ? Specially when I told Rose that I could feel the rotation of the earth, its speed and its place in the universe. But still, I was lost – even if I would never have admitt it in front of other people. C'mon, people needs the Doctor but the Doctor doesn't need sympathy ! This is the way it's supposed to work.
Of course, I have had compagnons who came with me in my adventures, but it was before all of that happened. Before Gallifrey died, before the Time Lords and the Daleks were locked up in time.
So, when I saw Rose Tyler for the first time, I certainly did not think she would become that important to me. But a few hours were enough, because, c'mon, it was Rose Tyler, the blond-haired girl who asked me why I had a north accent after I told her I was an alien. She was certainly completely crazy – that's why we got along so fine !
At that time, I looked like a sailor – old women of all species kept saying that, but, really, what was wrong with my jumper ? -, had giant ears (really, really giant ears), and, well, the most stupid face I ever had. At least, I looked funny. I don't like serious people – too boring. Rose was like that too. Gosh, that time with Queen Victoria ! « I'm not amused », really ! So irreverent. And still, she was so full of sympathy, so good. I guess, this is why I didn't leave her behind. I needed her, because, no matter what, a Time Lord can't travel alone. The weight of the universe is too big for one Time Lord – one wounded Time Lord. And as such, I needed Rose Tyler and all the sympathy she had, even if I didn't know it at that time. I came back for her because she was brave, and friendly, and because I was so lonely.
All those things about sympathy – I realized it much much later, when I had to give up on her to let her be happy with… well, me.
When I took her in the TARDIS, I was just being selfish. Terribly selfish. I didn't think a damn minut about her family, and Mickey, and her life. I had found a compagnon, even if I didn't want to have a new one, and, for Gallifrey's sake !, I wasn't going to take her back home !
Told ya, selfish. Selfish Doctor. This is not supposed to be possible, but, hey, war changes people – even me.
Back to our first meeting ! There was plastic, everywhere, attacking people, and Rose was trapped in her shop – not « her » shop, but the one she was working for. She certainly think, when we met, I was talking nonsense because nobody ever understand what I say. But, really, this is just basic alien-physics. Anyway, I remember well what I told her, in the end : « Run for your life ! » (with my big stupid-banana-smile). When I think back to this, I realized that she should have run away from me.
Actually, she did, and I hunted her down because a plastic-arm followed her – Wait a sec, she hunted me down too ! And that stupid arm tried to stranguled me ! And Rose was talking, talking, talking, wondering who I was, blabbering about a cat and the fact that men were stupids – what a silly conversation. But I made it out, with Rose's help, and I went out of her life – or so did I think. She followed me to the TARDIS, craving for answers. I smiled, said stupid things like I usually do, but I was dying inside. Specially when she asked me if I was alone. I would have shouted « Yes ! » if I could have, but a Time Lord doesn't do that sort of things. So, I made some twists, made my way out of this conversation. I was smiling to her but every time I turned my back on her, I was deadly sirious again. It was my burden – it still is. A Time Lord bears the universe on his shoulders and he can't complain, never.
But in the end, I couldn't let her like that. I took her hand – and it happened. Rose Tyler entered my life and never came out. I told her who I was – what I was – and still, she tracked me down, because the mysteries of the universe – basically, me – captivated her.
After that, I met Ricky-Mickey-No-matter-his-name and we saved the world. I knew the time had come to let her go, but I couldn't. How could this girl stay in this little life, to sleep, eat, and work like anybody else when she was able to fight against aliens and, maybe, to understand the motion of the universe ?
And, most of all, how could I stay alone after that ?
But she said no, for the sake of Mickey-Ricky-Something and her mother who tried to seduce me (I guess the ears aren't that awful). So I went away. But, c'mon, the Doctor never gives up. And I was being selfish, definitely. I came back, with this ultimate argument : « A time machine, o' course ».
She ran to me. Ran for her life, that I was going to destroy. None of us did know that. I could have, actually. I just had to think about it and I would have known it. But I didn't. And there she was. Not specially for the time machine, not for the spaceship, but for the adventures, for the brilliant life I thought I was offering her. Rose Tyler, deep inside, was a traveller. A misunderstood traveller, who grew up in a world that wasn't made for her – a world where everybody ate, slept and worked. She was a dreamer, and yet so conscious of the reality. She was a compagnon, a real one, a perfect one, even if she was so ignorant of the universe.
Her ignorance changed my life, because she wasn't rationalist like me, but she tried to understand with her heart. And that's how the wounded Time Lord, the lonely Doctor, began to recover from the dryness of his heart – or hearts. I was sick of violence and death and yet craving for vengeance. An antithesis I couldn't resolve, because it was like death was always on my way - 'til Rose's arrival. Rose, who could have save the life of her worst enemy if she thought he was worth it. Rose, who reminded me that I was still able to love.
en plus Rose quoi ... 
bref)
ca m'a rappelé ce que la fille pendant la seconde guerre mondial lui a dit pour le nez et les oreilles