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Count to Ten

Let me begin by saying that I loved Nine. I loved his goofy grin, and his leather jacket. I loved his compassion. I loved his dark side, I loved his sadness, and his silliness, his jealousy and his superiority, his honest belief in his own impressiveness. I loved his impatience and enthusiasm, his seriousness and his curious nature, and most of all, his unending propensity for love and frienship, pure and simple.

I loved his aversion to domesticity, and his bafflement at and admiration for the human race, his sense of duty and his commitment to the principles of time and space and truth and right and his tireless efforts to keep the world, the earth, the universe and every living thing in it (or every living thing that wasn't a Dalek), alive.

I loved Nine, and I loved the portrayal of him by Christopher Eccleston. A finer actor never breathed life into this Time Lord of ours.

I cried when he gave his life to save Rose's, and even though I hated him for leaving us, I loved him for the nobility of his action; for the unselfish, unending love it expressed. But when the regeneration came to a close and Ten emerged, flashing a huge smile at Rose and saying "Where was I?", I took an instant dislike to him.

For weeks, I couldn't believe that I would ever truly forgive Ten for taking over from Nine. I swore that Nine would be my Doctor forever and ever. I could see myself accepting Ten only because I knew we would never again see Nine return, and I've come to be of the opinion that any Doctor is better than no Doctor at all.

Then there was the 2 minute Glastonbury interview with geek!David, and the first chink started to appear in my armour. Recently, there have been the publicity shots and press releases focusing on the new Doctor's wardrobe...which I didn't really care for in the beginning as it seemed to me to be regressing a bit to the silly suited Doctors of the 80s and 90s (Five, Six, Seven and Eight -- I never saw One, Two or Three in action; and Four I loved because he was the Doctor I grew up with, and loving Four meant loving his attire, too). But I've since had a closer look and it's not that bad, really...

But it wasn't until I saw the pictures taken at yesterday's Christmas Invasion shoot in Camberwell that I finally thawed towards Ten. Look! him and Rose -- they're holding hands...awww. How cute, heart-warming, and uplifting is that? He may just prove to be a worthy successor to Nine, after all.

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the_royal_anna
Jul. 29th, 2005 06:37 am (UTC)
What a wonderful summary of Nine! Thank you. ::tears up again::

And oh, these pictures have given me a little spark of hope. There's a lovely extension of the Rose/Nine chemistry in the way they're stood together, and suddenly it feels like watching Rose and the Doctor find their connection over again may be rather wonderful.

Hee, that's the first time I've ever been able to refer to Ten as "the Doctor", so that's definitely a start. :)
gamiila
Jul. 29th, 2005 07:00 am (UTC)
There's a lovely extension of the Rose/Nine chemistry in the way they're stood together

It's early days yet, and who knows what RTD has planned for them, but yes, it does seem that in the Christmas Invasion at least they do still have that loving trust and affection they shared in the first series. Whether they'll have the same easy banter and sparkling chemistry remains to be seen, but after having seen these pictures, I'm suddenly a lot more confident that I can persist in my Dr. Who-fandom a while longer.

watching Rose and the Doctor find their connection over again

I'm looking forward to that, too. A little angst goes a long way, and I'd hate it if they just ignored the whole regeneration and carried on as before. I trust RTD wouldn't do that to us, though.