<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:18:31.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Page</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-2315834286673343246</id><published>2010-07-12T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:08:16.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bet - Part Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/TDtkxUXQ81I/AAAAAAAAGLw/zAhKi0wmxoM/s1600/thebet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493094968951108434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/TDtkxUXQ81I/AAAAAAAAGLw/zAhKi0wmxoM/s400/thebet.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Six - Humiliation: Tyler Style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're not an alien in disguise, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose frowned at the Doctor, who was currently sat with his arms folded, a moody look evident on his face. She was still feeling really happy and shamelessly smug after her victory, but this didn't stop the confusion she suddenly felt at the Doctor's random comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No..." she said slowly, prompting an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you're certainly evil enough," he grumbled, looking away, clearly in a huff. After a pause, he asked, "Why do you need to go back to your mother's anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes earlier, Rose had requested a trip back to the Powell Estate and the Doctor had unwillingly obliged, realising that he really had no choice. He still had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach and just knew that whatever awaited him wasn't going to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose just smiled and didn't answer his question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed. "Well at least I'll be able to have some tea this time around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat in silence for the remainder of the journey and, when the TARDIS finally settled, the Doctor remained still, reluctant to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't I just stay here?" he whined, resembling a little child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you did you'd be burning with curiosity," Rose teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He huffed, shooting upwards. "I could easily leave you behind if this is too humiliating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose stood still in shock after hearing this and looked straight at the Doctor. "What?" she asked quietly. "Would you really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her expression was serious and she held her breath, waiting for his response. When he eventually smiled after a few seconds, Rose let out a long sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, I'd never do that," he said, exhaling himself. "Even if this turns out to be one of the worst moments of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of the worst moments of your life &lt;em&gt;so far&lt;/em&gt;," Rose helpfully pointed out, earning herself a glare. "Sorry," she spluttered, laughing to herself. "But you did willingly sign the contract. You should have known what you were letting yourself in for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged. "But I was still tricked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed. "We've already been through this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged again, kicking the floor with the tip of his shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would your punishment have been for me, anyway?" Rose asked. "Y'know, just out of curiosity..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He frowned. "I dunno. I've never really thought about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose looked at him carefully. "Did you always think you were gonna win or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't reply and realisation flooded Rose, along with a hint of anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did, didn't you?" Rose exclaimed, nudging him. "You self confident..." She trailed off, unable to think of an appropriate word. "Well, you deserve what's coming to you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They headed out of the doors and the Doctor gulped. "Well," he sighed under his breath, "here goes nothing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie's shrill voice made the Doctor automatically wince and he tried his hardest to smile when they both walked inside her flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two visits in one week!" she gasped. "What have I done to deserve this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor was going to make a rude comment but just about stopped himself; he was pleasantly surprised by his self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually," Rose began as they took their seats, "there's something we need to tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God!" Jackie's hands flew to her mouth. "You're not pregnant, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose's face prickled. "No! Mum, for goodness' sake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie relaxed a little. "It's nothing serious though, is it? You haven't caught some weird alien disease?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor made a noise which Rose chose to ignore. "No. The Doctor and myself have made a little bet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A bet?" Jackie repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," Rose smiled, "We were wondering who could last the longest; the Doctor without his tea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! That explains why you wouldn't drink any of my tea the other day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose nodded. "And me without my chips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! It's all making sense now! I was wondering why you two were acting so strangely." She paused. "Why are you telling me this, anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, basically," Rose began, "the Doctor lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he interrupted, leaning forward, "I was cheated into losing. It's not fair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Doctor lost and now he has to suffer his punishment," Rose said, smiling a little evilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He lost? Blimey, I thought you'd have the advantage, being an alien and everything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor leaned backwards, sighing and placing his head in his hands. Now that he had two Tylers against him, he stood no chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," Rose continued, "and now I thought you could become involved with what I have planned. But first, do you know if Mickey's about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mickey the idiot?" the Doctor asked, sitting upright. "Why do you need to see him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll have to wait and see," Rose replied. She turned to Jackie. "Is he about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," Jackie replied. "Give him a ring and he'll be by your side in a minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like a dog," the Doctor muttered under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right, I'll just be a sec," Rose said, walking out of the room and dialling some numbers on her phone. This left the Doctor and Jackie alone and he twiddled his thumbs, staring ahead at the television screen. Jackie had some rubbish chat programme on, currently involving two people arguing passionately on stage. There were even bodyguards and the Doctor chuckled to himself when they had to stop the fight that had suddenly broken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long did this bet of yours last?" Jackie asked suddenly and the Doctor pulled his eyes to hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, a day or two," he muttered quickly, slightly ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blimey, you're weak," she scoffed. "Anyway, fancy a cuppa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was tempted not to answer but sighed heavily. "Go on then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie smirked. "Stupid question really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor ran his hands through his hair and sat back, turning his attention to the TV once more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a sudden knock on the door and Rose sprung out of her seat, placing her cup of tea on the table. The Doctor watched her go and quickly scooped up the mug, finishing the rest of hers himself. It was the least he could do in the way of revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mickey!" Rose smiled, opening the door and letting him in. The Doctor suppressed an eye roll as he watched the way Mickey clung around Rose like a bad smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright?" he replied. "Why do you need me? Are there some more aliens that I need to throw some vinegar on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor actually rolled his eyes this time, looking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," Rose replied, laughing. "Just come into my room with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wahey," Jackie smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on?" the Doctor asked, turning around to face the pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never you mind," Rose answered, ushering Mickey away. "I need him to do some handiwork for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie snorted and the Doctor felt his face growing hot. Surely he wasn't feeling... jealous? That was way beneath him and his normal behaviour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door closed behind them and the Doctor slowly turned around, rigidly sitting on the sofa. He didn't know what was worse; being left alone with Jackie or knowing that Rose and Mickey were getting up to something in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what have you and Rose been doing lately?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor took a deep breath to calm himself and explained about their trip to Maloa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh, this Maloway sounds nice," Jackie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maloa," the Doctor corrected quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever," she said, waving her arm dismissively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it was really-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He trailed off when a loud wave of laughter suddenly came from Rose's room. The Doctor stiffened and his eyes flickered to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds like they're having fun," Jackie muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah..." the Doctor replied dismissively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was suddenly the sound of things moving around and the Doctor's eyes bulged. "What on Earth are they doing?" he frowned, heading towards the door. He knelt by the doorknob and pressed his ear to the wood. All he could hear was banging and occasional splutters and giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, before he could even register, the door opened and he fell forwards into Rose's room, face first onto the carpet. He quickly recovered himself and sprung upright, looking at Rose and Mickey blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... Mickey just needs to pop out and get a few things," Rose said, eyeing him carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, good," the Doctor murmured. "That's... good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey gave him a strange look and walked past. "See you in a bit, Rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, see ya," Rose called, smiling as he walked out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor stood staring at her for a moment, unable to make his body move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something wrong, Doctor?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head, stepping out of her way. "Nope. Everything's perfectly fine. Dandy, even."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good," she smiled. "What's on TV?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a seat beside Jackie and they began chatting away, while the Doctor was a nervous mess. He wanted to pace around out of anxiety but managed to sit back down on the sofa, waiting for Mickey the idiot to return with whatever 'things' he had collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another agonising hour later, there was a loud knock at the door and the Doctor nearly jumped out of his seat. Rose flew up and Mickey stumbled in, a large box in his hands. The Doctor's eyes immediately widened in panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just put it in there," Rose said to him, pointing to her room. She gave the Doctor a sweet smile and they both disappeared again, quickly bursting into laughter once more once the door was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't take this anymore," he said, placing his head into a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, don't be such a wimp," Jackie muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not," he mumbled, his voice smothered by the fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minutes dragged by unbearably slowly and during the whole time the Doctor didn't emerge from the cushion. Jackie half wondered if he'd passed out because he was making very little movements, but her suspicions were soon proved wrong when Rose and Mickey burst out the door, smiles plastered on their faces. It made the Doctor feel a little queasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're ready for you now," she said ominously, and the Doctor wanted to be pulled into a Black Hole of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie leapt up, hurrying towards the room. "Ooh, this should be good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor followed reluctantly. "Fantastic," he muttered, quickly wincing; the sarcasm was most definitely contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he first walked into Rose's room he was a little confused; there was a large screen at the front of the room and it was connected up to Rose's phone. He perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed along with the others and Rose stood up, making a little speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Tyler cinemas," she laughed, "Today we have a special screening involving somebody present here today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor felt close to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luckily, Mickey helped sort out this screen, being the technology geek that he is," she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi," Mickey interrupted, throwing a teddy bear at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed. "But anyway, I'll shut up and get on with it. I just hope this works now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knelt down by her phone and, after flicking with a few buttons, the screen came to the life and the Doctor instantly wanted to curl up in a ball and roll away down a very large hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was currently seeing himself asleep in the TARDIS, leaning on what he assumed was Rose's shoulder. As if that wasn't bad enough, he was muttering things and he felt his face growing hotter by every humiliating second that passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh... I love you," he muttered, frowning in his sleep. "No, don't leave me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt as though an egg was being fried on his forehead and it didn't help with the present company all laughing breathlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, my tea!" he shouted loudly, resulting in another eruption of giggles. "I'll do anything... tea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a pause and he wriggled around on the screen, looking in discomfort. "Please don't go... yes, that's right... mmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was making some strange noises and the Doctor placed his head in his hands. It was a similar story for about two minutes before the focus moved to the TARDIS floor and the screen suddenly turned black. He sat in silence, completely humiliated and mortified, while everybody around me was nudging and snorting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor!" Mickey gasped. "That was classic, man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww, a sleeptalker!" Jackie added. "Bless him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And he denied it all!" Rose spluttered. "But I got this evidence!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor sat quietly, still in disbelief. This was the last thing he had expected and it was worse than he could have ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They eventually calmed down and all let out long breaths, wiping the tears from their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blimey, that's made my day," Jackie sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Legendary," Mickey muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, gives a new meaning to the 'stuff of legend,' eh, Doctor?" Rose smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor eventually managed to think coherently, despite the embarrassment, and remembered his old policy of denying everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That wasn't me," he murmured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This resulted in another wave of laughter and he winced, but still stood his ground. "Rose made me do that. I wasn't really asleep. It was all a joke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose snorted. "Yeah, sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't give us that bull, Doctor," Jackie added. "But thanks for the laughs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up and quickly walked out the room, heading back to the TARDIS. However, just as he reached the bedroom door, he turned around, brandishing his sonic screwdriver, and aimed it directly at the phone. A high pitched buzzing suddenly filled the room and Rose's phone exploded in a puff of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor!" she exclaimed. "That was new!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't help grinning. "Ha! It deserved that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna throttle you!" Rose screeched, running after him. He quickly headed for the door, sprinting towards the TARDIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye Mum!" Rose called, slamming the door behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rushed all the way to the TARDIS and Rose eventually caught up with him when he was fumbling with the TARDIS key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor!" she exclaimed, hitting him lightly on the back. "That wasn't very nice! I'll have to get a new phone now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah?" he replied, spinning around to face her. "And humiliating me like that &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;nice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She snorted. "Sorry, but it was funny... you've got to admit it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face remained blank. "I was not amused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked into the TARDIS together and the Doctor sighed, turning around to face Rose. "I've decided to pretend it never happened, anyway." He made a show of ripping up the contract and let the two pieces of paper flutter to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose smiled. "Good luck with that. I'll just have to remind you about it every single day for the rest of my life so that you don't forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed. "Well, at times like these, all you need is a cup of tea and some pie. Fancy some?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose nodded, heading towards the kitchen with him. As they walked, she pondered something. "Y'know, I think it's not just tea that you're addicted to... you seem to be showing an unnatural love for pie, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh, Rose, please don't start this again," he moaned. "I am never,&lt;em&gt; ever&lt;/em&gt; making a bet with you again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned. "Glad to see you've learned your lesson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both settled down in the kitchen and the Doctor reached for his purple flask again, whose home had recently been the cupboard. He kissed it and soon poured himself some tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've missed you," he cooed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose rolled her eyes and started gathering the ingredients for the pie. She paused suddenly and frowned. "Hey, Doctor, can't we just get some chips? It's a lot less hassle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded, swallowing his mouthful of tea. "Sounds good to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rushed out the TARDIS, smiling to herself. The Doctor had his tea back and now she was about to be reunited with her chips; nothing had changed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, truthfully, that suited her just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-2315834286673343246?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/2315834286673343246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=2315834286673343246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2315834286673343246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2315834286673343246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/07/bet-part-six.html' title='The Bet - Part Six'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/TDtkxUXQ81I/AAAAAAAAGLw/zAhKi0wmxoM/s72-c/thebet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-2031747595639159422</id><published>2010-06-24T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:28:06.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bet - Part Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/TCOvF9lN13I/AAAAAAAAGKY/0Dhz2pieMEc/s1600/thebet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486421288032262002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/TCOvF9lN13I/AAAAAAAAGKY/0Dhz2pieMEc/s400/thebet.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Five - Tricked by Trickery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3 o' clock in the morning and the Doctor was sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too warm around him; in fact, it was always comfortable inside the TARDIS and the temperature never usually bothered him anyway. But today, he was suffering from severe withdrawal symptoms, mainly because he'd stayed away from all forms of caffeine as a precaution, and his body wasn't reacting well to it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was becoming increasingly queasy and fanned himself, loosening his tie at the same time. He briefly thought how easy Rose had it all; she was probably sleeping at the moment, away from all her cravings and thoughts. &lt;em&gt;Lucky human&lt;/em&gt;, he grimaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking another sip of some water, he unbuttoned his suit and sat there in his shirt. It was almost sticking to his chest and he dreaded to think what he looked like; probably &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh," he muttered, running his hands through his hair. He didn't know if he could stand anymore of this... Cybermen and Clockwork Robots were easy, but surviving without tea... he &lt;em&gt;nearly&lt;/em&gt; believed it would be the end of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not literally. He wasn't planning on regenerating due to a lack of tea, but he just had a habit of being a little melodramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhaling a very heavy sigh, he waited for the minutes to tick by and eventually reached for a random book in order to distract himself. He wasn't doing a very good job, though, and his thoughts kept wandering to what state he'd be in a few hours later. Maybe Rose would walk in after a nice night of sleep and just see a puddle on the floor, because that's what he honestly felt he'd be reduced to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gulped. It had never been &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; bad before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll have to take a shower before she gets up&lt;/em&gt;, he thought to himself. Nice and fresh... make it seem as though this is all a doddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he devised this plan, a small smile crept onto his face. Just seeing the expression on Rose's face would be brilliant... not forgetting her reaction when they would arrive on the planet he'd thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up and stretching, he decided to occupy himself with counting the chocolate bar wrappers around him. It was out of curiosity, of course, not out of desperation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose's eyelids fluttered open and she groaned a little to herself, rolling over in her bed and checking the time. 9am. Time to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat upright and, almost instantly, the Doctor entered her thoughts. What had his night been like? A smile played on her lips just thinking about what he'd been getting up to. Maybe she'd walk downstairs and see a brand new batch of pies for breakfast. Her stomach rumbled at the prospect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly reaching for her nightgown and clothes, she made her way towards the bathroom, ready for her morning shower. She was astonished, however, after opening the door and seeing the Doctor standing there with a towel wrapped around the lower half of his skinny body. His gaze flickered to her in surprise and he gasped, aware of his half naked-ness. They both stood still, staring silently for a few moments and the Doctor opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to find any words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now who's the goldfish?" Rose managed, trying desperately to lighten the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi," he said quietly, his face prickling. "Uh... fancy seeing you here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swallowed and gathered her clothes that she had dropped on the floor. "Doctor," she murmured, "what are you doing in here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was baking some pies," he replied bluntly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose raised her eyebrows. "I thought you disapproved of sarcasm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned, covering his chest with another towel out of self consciousness. "It must be contagious." He added a shudder for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't help smirking. "Why are you having a shower anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He frowned. "Why can't I? It's my TARDIS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose waved her arms around. "It's just that you never have one in the morning... I never see you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, well," he said slowly, shifting about and glancing at the floor. "I felt like one this morning. We've got a long day ahead of us, after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled. "Alrighty then. Now shift, it's my turn. I hope you didn't use up all the hot water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked past her, clutching the towel closely to his chest. "Um... could you pass me my suit?" He gestured to the floor. "My hands are... er, preoccupied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose smiled and did as he asked. She handed the suit towards him and frowned, smelling the fabric. "This smells nice," she murmured. "Have you washed it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't meet her eyes. "Yeah. I... well, I had plenty of time on my hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He headed towards the door, and suddenly remembered something. "Y'know, I never would have believed it to be 45. No wonder I felt sick, I was expecting it to be something like 30!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose frowned. "You what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't get an answer, however, because he had disappeared out of sight. Shaking her head, she stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, where are we off to today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor smiled widely, watching the TARDIS come to life. "It's a surprise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose groaned. "I hate surprises. Y'know, for once it would be nice to have some preparation. It's always the same with you knowing everything and showing about all over the place..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's my job," he replied, pulling a lever, "so stop complaining."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She huffed. "At least give me the name of the planet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, it's called Fria, otherwise known as 'Planet of the Chips.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose's eyes widened. "Are you kidding me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirked. "Yeah." She nudged him in the ribs. "No, we're really going to a planet called Maloa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh," Rose smiled. "Sounds exotic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't go saying that to the people who live there, though," the Doctor said. "They might get offended. I've heard that they're nice people, though, very friendly. Then again, that's a matter of opinion... someone once told me..." He trailed off, noticing Rose's blank face. "But anyway, I think you'll like it... for once I might be able to go somewhere and not make any enemies!"&lt;br /&gt;He grinned goofily and Rose had to smile in response.&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on," he suddenly cried, "this might be a bit-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He trailed off as the TARDIS suddenly lurched forwards. They were both thrown backwards and fell onto the floor, staying there as the ship settled. After a few seconds, everything went quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bumpy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose laughed at the Doctor's understatement and held his hand when he sprinted over to help her upright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You alright?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," she replied. "No major injuries. Though one of these days I actually want to see your license to drive this thing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would show you, but I've lost it," he answered quickly, reaching for his coat. "Now, off we go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they made their way outside, Rose took a closer look at him. "Hey, are you alright Doctor? You look a little peaky..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged off her comments. "Yeah, nothing wrong with me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stepped out of the TARDIS and Rose gasped in awe, taking in her surroundings. The Doctor, meanwhile, had a truimphant smile on his face and also looked around in admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Maloa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose couldn't believe what she was seeing; it was like a paradise. The first thing that caught her attention was the sky above; it was a dark purple and it was filled with hundreds of bright stars, all the size of tiny lightbulbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it the night time?" she asked in a breathy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the Doctor replied, "strangely not. This is what the sky always looks like, day and night. It's wonderful, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," Rose managed, her heart hammering wildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gaze moved downwards and, in the distance, she could see several ice-capped mountains, standing tall and proud. To her left were rows of beautiful houses, each looking brand new with beige brickwork and shiny windows. They were all large, almost like mansions, and each had a beautiful garden full of flowers, ranging from all the bright colours she could think of. There was even a colour in there that she couldn't quite name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her right, there was a vast lake that seemed to sparkle under the light of the stars. She could see some boats on the surface and it looked as though some people were fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of which, the people around here were quite strange to Rose; they looked very similar to the humans but a little bit different. She couldn't quite put her finger on what the difference was, so she turned to the Doctor for an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he said, "they look so close to humans because they are more or less of that species, they've just evolved a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose didn't reply so he continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Basically, a few years ago, the humans found the technology that allowed them to go this far into space and they eventually found this planet, completely uninhabited. They realised that it was actually perfect for human life and that people could live here easily and so some decided to stay, completely intoxicated by the atmosphere. Can you blame them really?" he grinned. "Anyway, after time these people evolved; tiny little things that are hardly noticeable but that define them from the usual human species."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose frowned. "Why don't all humans just live here, then? It's a beautiful new world..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the Doctor began, "it takes a lot of money to travel here so only the rich and famous tend to take the vacations. Also, it's not as big as the Earth and can't really support billions of people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What year is it?" Rose asked randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's 2153," he informed her. "All the technology has improved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why couldn't they find this planet before?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno," he shrugged, "some say it just appeared out of nowhere, but they sure are glad they know of its existence now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked ahead, the Doctor with his hands deep in his pockets and Rose spinning around, taking in her surroundings. Along the way they passed a few people, who all smiled politely and greeted them with a strange gesture. The Doctor returned this and Rose had to copy his actions; she thought she'd done it correctly, though, because the people didn't seem too offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, told you the Maloans were friendly," he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked along the clean, spotless pavement for a time Rose couldn't measure and it soon became thirsty work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't we meet some of the locals?" the Doctor suggested, pointing to a cafe in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," Rose replied excitedly, "Sounds fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked through the doors into the shop and were immediately greeted warmly. Some fellow customers were drinking liquids of strange colours; purple, blue, even red. Rose vaguely wondered if she'd be able to order something she actually recognised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They eventually took a seat next to the window and Rose sighed, breathing in deeply. "Hey, what's that smell that seems to follow us around everywhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor shrugged. "It's probably all the flowers on the planet. It's lovely... makes a change from all the pollution back on Earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose nodded and they were soon greeted by a middle-aged looking woman. She had friendly eyes and a smile was always present of her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good day, welcome to Maloa. I'm assuming you're not originally from here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor shook his head. "No, we're not, but we must offer our compliments of this beautiful planet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, bowing her head. "Thank you. Are you enjoying your stay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both nodded. "Yes, it's fantastic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled again. "Please excuse me for a moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rushed off and into, what Rose assumed, was the kitchen. She turned towards the Doctor, sighing. "I want to live here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he was grinning, the woman walked back, taking a seat and pushing two cups of a strange coloured liquid across the table. Rose frowned down at it and peeked at the Doctor, who looked equally confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's this?" he asked, eyeing her carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's our welcome drink," the lady answered slowly, as though it was obvious. "It's a gift from us to you as a welcome to our planet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor smiled, turning to Rose. "Told you they were lovely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took the cup in his hands. "Cheers." He then downed the drink in one go and quickly frowned. "Wait, this tastes a little familiar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Familiar?" the woman asked. "What is your planet of origin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Earth," the Doctor lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, then I know why you recognise the taste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose looked at her in confusion, waiting for the explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That drink is Maloa's version of tea," she told them. "It contains all the same ingredients but we've altered it and added a few different chemicals, mainly to improve the taste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor lost his grip on the cup and it clattered loudly on the table. "I... I'm sorry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what you're basically saying," Rose interrupted, a big smile on her lips, "is that you just let the Doctor drink some tea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman nodded. "What an odd name. But anyway, is there something wrong with that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," Rose grinned, drinking her own. "That's perfectly brilliant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor looked at her in outrage and shock. "But that's not fair! Rose, I didn't know! It doesn't look anything like tea! It's a different colour! I... I... I never knew! No, this doesn't count! Don't you look at me like that, Rose, you know this isn't right! I was tricked by their... trickery!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know full well what the contract says," she smirked. "And now you've lost!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran his hands through his hair. "No, Rose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman sat next to them looked at the pair in confusion. Rose quickly explained. "Sorry, it's a long story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," the Doctor said, standing up, "and I must apologise, but my companion and myself have to go now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So soon?" she objected, looking a little deflated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sorry. Thank you for the..." he paused. "Tea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose snorted at his gritted teeth and they quickly left the room, heading back towards the TARDIS. The Doctor strode ahead silently, feeling very cheated. He threw open the doors with a lot of force and flew inside, hastily reaching for the contract. Rose watched him pull out his glasses and re-read the piece of paper several times. After a few moments, he sagged down onto the chair, completely defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I..." he started quietly. "I guess you win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw his hands up, while Rose clapped hers together. "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. "I can't believe it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood by his side. "You were struggling though, you've got to admit..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But now," Rose said in a low voice, "it's forfeit time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor met her eyes warily, looking a little worried. "Have you got any ideas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put her hands in her pockets. "Oh yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The final part will be uploaded very soon! 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A long groan escaped his lips and he stretched out, nearly hitting Rose in the face during the process. He frowned and opened his eyes to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," he said quietly. "Sorry." After blinking a few times he asked, "What... what just happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You fell asleep," Rose answered, pressing her lips together with a lot of force in order to stop her smile escaping. Her mouth was tingling from the effort but she kept at it; she certainly didn't want the Doctor to become suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I didn't," the Doctor retorted. "I was just resting my eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you were," Rose smirked. "That explains why you slumped over onto my shoulder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes widened comically. "I... No, I didn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned. "Alright then. I'll take your word for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving her a long look, he nodded. "Good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat upright and took a long look at all the empty wrappers still remaining around him. After doing so, he let out a heavy sigh and clutched his stomach. "I still feel ill. The smell of the chocolate is hovering in the air."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I need some coffee, actually," the Doctor murmured to himself, diving into some boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose's fingers curled around the phone in her pocket and she clamped her free hand over mouth, stifling her laughter. Everytime she thought about earlier, a wave of hysteria passed through her; it was like wanting to laugh in a really inappropriate situation, in a church for example. Not that she'd ever been in one; Jackie had made her thoughts on religion very clear during Rose's childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have one as well, if you're boiling the kettle," she said after a while, eventually sorting her thoughts out. The Doctor popped his head up from a box with a jar in his hand and he grinned.&lt;br /&gt;"Missing the chips, yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose's smile vanished. "Nope. Not even thought about it, to be honest." She picked at her fingernails nonchalantly for some extra emphasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's good, then, 'cause I'm not even missing my tea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose snorted and received a strange look. After composing herself, she coughed. "Why did you ask, anyway? Feeling worried?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," Rose laughed. "Of course you're not. You've got a substitute, anyway, and it's not really fair, but still," she shrugged, "Whatever you say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirked, rushing off towards the kitchen. "Won't be a mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled after him. It was going to be one of the greatest moments of her life when the Doctor watched her video, and she was going to be there ready with her camera, taking a photo to preserve the memory forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he was right; she did have an evil streak, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor paced back and forth in the kitchen, wincing to himself. Had he &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; just fallen asleep next to Rose? Argh! He ran his fingers through his messy hair in despair; for someone so clever, how could he have been so stupidly stupid? He knew that he tended to talk or act out elaborate scenes during his sleep - Sarah Jane Smith had kindly pointed that out to him a few years ago, resulting in eternal embarrassment and humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he'd slipped again today, in front of Rose. Rose. Of all the people, it &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to be her.&lt;br /&gt;He was an &lt;em&gt;idiot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kettle boiled and he sighed, absently pouring the water and feeling the warm steam on his face. There was a pot of teabags just a few inches away from him and his hand was willing him to stretch out towards it and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blinked rapidly, reaching for the coffee. If those chocolate bars made him oddly drowsy, he'd have to stay away from them. He couldn't risk falling asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he'd just have to frazzle his mind with some coffee instead. Despite his situation, he smirked to himself. &lt;em&gt;Frazzle&lt;/em&gt;. What a great word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then sighed, taking the cups in his hands and heading back towards Rose. "Remember,"he murmured under his breath, "just deny everything and you'll be fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I actually &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;hate coffee," the Doctor declared, finishing the last drop from his mug with a lot of effort. "Ugh. Horrible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose looked at him, her eyebrows raising. "You what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It tastes disgusting," he grimaced. "Like... like..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Doctor, why did you buy so much of it if you hate the taste?" Rose asked, giving him an odd look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because I'm desperate' was the first thought that popped into the Doctor's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got to win this bet somehow," he managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose leaned forward, blowing out a long breath. "What's the time, anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's about 7pm," the Doctor answered, not even looking away from her. Rose promptly frowned, making the Doctor grin. "It's a Time Lord thing, y'know. Being able to tell the time. Comes in handy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you being funny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor looked innocent. "No. I just have a natural ability of always knowing the time." He paused. "And I tend to show off in the process."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed. "Anyway, can we actually go somewhere tomorrow? It's been a while, after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh, I know just the place," he beamed. "You'll love it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled. "Great. But it's too early for me to go to bed right now... so what should we do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged. "I hope it doesn't involve any more chocolate or coffee, otherwise I might throw up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or fall asleep again," Rose added helpfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what you mean," the Doctor said quietly. "But anyway, did you have anything in mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not exactly." Her stomach then rumbled very obviously. "Oh God," she muttered, clutching at her belly. "That's embarrassing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor smiled crookedly. "Salad not doing it for you, then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't go there," Rose snapped. "Hey, how about you cook me something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes lit up automatically at the challenge. "Ooh, actually I have just the thing." He stood up and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the kitchen. "You'll never guess what I've got planned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it pie?" Rose asked, closing the door behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor's face fell. "Perhaps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a yes, then," she laughed. "What filling were you thinking of?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought for a moment. "That depends. Are you thinking of sweet or savoury?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Savoury," Rose answered quickly. &lt;em&gt;Anything that vaguely resembles some chips, please!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about..." the Doctor continued, poking his head into the fridge freezer, "some chicken?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm!" Rose said a little loudly, frightening him momentarily. "Sounds fantastic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirked. "Molto bene."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour later the meal was well under way. Rose was certainly impressed with the Doctor's culinary skills; half of the time his face was contorted in concentration and his tongue poked out of his mouth on regular occasions. She was once again having a tough time keeping a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had just started work on the pastry, asking Rose to pass him the flour. She did so, but handed it to him with a bit too much force, leaving him showered in a cloud of mist. After coughing for a few minutes and waving his arms around, he scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blimey, Rose, can you please stop assaulting me?" he frowned. "You nearly dropped the chicken on my foot earlier and now I'm being gassed by flour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose snorted, watching him making the mixture. "You seem pretty good at this, though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned in pride. "Yeah. I had a few tips from Delia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you bought one of her books?" Rose asked in interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the Doctor said, looking surprised. "I &lt;em&gt;met&lt;/em&gt; her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose tutted. "You're always name-dropping. You're like some Z list celebrity trying to have a claim to fame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was a low blow, Rose," the Doctor teased. "You have most &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; offended me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled to herself. "When's this gonna be ready, anyway? I'm starving... couldn't you have just bought a ready-made one and bung it in the oven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scowled once more. "This one has the special Time Lord touch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded slowly. "Of course. Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stood in silence for a few moments and Rose looked around the cramped little kitchen. She still couldn't really fathom how there was so much space crammed inside such a small box. She was just pondering this when something suddenly caught her eye. She leant over towards a small metal pot and opened it, holding a few teabags in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Doctor," she said in a low voice. "Missing the tea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't look at her; just sorted out the pastry with a bit more force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's calling out for you, y'know," she continued, holding a single teabag between her thumb and index finger. "It's missing you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right, the pie's ready," he said loudly. "Let's get this baby in the oven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose put the teabags back, feeling a little stupid. She caught a smug grin on the Doctor's face as he put the pie in the oven, and the heat flooded her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That'll be ready in just over an hour," he said, rubbing his hands together. He turned towards her and raised a single eyebrow. "Nice try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She averted her eyes to the oven and tried to focus on the smell surrounding her. This bet was certainly becoming more and more intense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. My. &lt;em&gt;Gosh&lt;/em&gt;!" Rose sighed, clutching her plate to her chest. "This is amazing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor smiled triumphantly. "I'm not going to brag." He paused. "Much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there a special ingredient or something?" she asked, taking another mouthful. "Oh no, you haven't smuggled chips in here, have you? Doctor, that would be-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed. "No. I wouldn't cheat like that! Like I said before, it has the Time Lord touch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded slowly, eating some more. "Ugh, I could live off these pies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I already do," he smirked, taking his own bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose looked down at her plate in surprise; only one half of the pie was waiting for her. "Argh, half of it's gone already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Optimism, Rose!" the Doctor grinned. "You still have half of it left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pfft," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later and both plates were clean. The Doctor let out a satisfied sigh, whereas Rose yawned. She was pleased, though, because she was now full and had no desire whatsoever for a plate of chips. &lt;em&gt;Thanks very much, Doctor&lt;/em&gt;, she thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tired?" he asked, catching her attention&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"No," she replied. "I'm just yawning for fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose," the Doctor warned. "The sarcasm isn't attractive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face prickled. "Maybe you should have an early night?" he suggesed. "I'm sure we'll be busy tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. I think I will actually." She stood up. "Can I trust you on your own?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made a strange noise. "I'm not a five year old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You act like it sometimes, though," she countered at lightning speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But seriously?" Rose asked. "You'll admit it if you cave, won't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to worry about that," he said carelessly. "Do you want to monitor me with some CCTV just incase?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned. "No. You can trust me, honestly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright then. See you in the morning, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled. "Will do. Have a good night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she had disappeared he let out a very long sigh and paced back and forth for a few moments. He certainly wasn't looking forward to this night alone... in fact, he was dreading it. The night's were the worst; too much time to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached for a random book he had on top of the TARDIS console and sat down, flicking through the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stay strong," he murmured to himself. "You're a Time Lord... you can do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a shame he didn't believe a word of his pep talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Five will be up soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-8695060410723647489?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/8695060410723647489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=8695060410723647489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/8695060410723647489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/8695060410723647489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/06/bet-part-four.html' title='The Bet - Part Four'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/TAvepSJ1icI/AAAAAAAAGGY/_krlt_rkEmU/s72-c/thebet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-4633493408777545800</id><published>2010-04-29T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:41:15.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bet - Part Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S9nb3Tyy1CI/AAAAAAAAF9o/voRiA2O-qYs/s1600/thebet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465641366043415586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S9nb3Tyy1CI/AAAAAAAAF9o/voRiA2O-qYs/s400/thebet.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three - Salads and Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another hour or two, the Doctor and Rose left Jackie and headed back towards the TARDIS. Rose was in a foul mood and continuously snapped one-worded answers to any of the Doctor's remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When inside the console room, the Doctor asked Rose where she wanted to go and she just shrugged fiercely, turning her back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, come on, Rose," he sighed. "I only got those chips because you made Jackie give me some tea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even bother replying, just gave him a glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You started it," the Doctor murmured quietly, flicking at some buttons. Rose rolled her eyes and turned towards him. She opened her mouth to make a comment but stopped herself, closing her lips and sitting down on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look like a goldfish," the Doctor said, adding a grin to try and make her smile. Instead, she folded her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, anyway, I've set the controls to just fly through the Vortex," he continued when the TARDIS suddenly came to life. "Just thought you might be interested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm getting something to eat," Rose sighed, standing up and heading towards the kitchen. "I don't suppose you'll want anything seeing as you stuffed your face a few minutes ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you gonna have?" he asked, trying not to chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A salad," she hissed, slamming the door behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose joined the Doctor a few minutes later with a plate full of what looked like a miniature garden. She picked at it lazily with her fork, completely reluctant to eat any of the lettuce; it looked like someone had just picked it straight from a bush and she grimaced to herself, moving on to the tomatoes. She pierced one's skin and retched, watching the liquid slowly oozing from the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor watched this in quiet amusement, resisting the urge to laugh. "Taste nice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose met his gaze, forcing a smile. "Grand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirked. "At least it's healthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup," Rose replied bluntly. "I just love getting my five a day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began picking at a boiled egg and sighed to herself, longing for some chips. She could just imagine the taste... the greasy, salty-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blinked, realising that the Doctor was looking at her expectantly. He must have said something. "Sorry, what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just gonna say that I need to go somewhere, I've just remembered," he smiled. "Preoccupied in your thoughts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," she frowned. "I was just overwhelmed by the taste sensations of this glorious dish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, y'know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good job I never use it, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly placed her unfinished meal to one side and stood up, joining him by his side. He looked a little hurt for some reason and Rose sighed, realising how cruelly she had been behaving; she was acting like a moody teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor, I'm sorry that I've been rude," she said in a rush, kicking at the floor with her shoe. "I'm just..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suffering from withdrawal symptoms?" he offered, grinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose nudged him. "Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apology accepted," he smiled. "Now," the TARDIS landed, "I just need to get something. I won't be long... you don't have to come if you don't want to. It'd probably be very boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do I get the impression that you're hiding something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised his eyebrows. "I'll be about half an hour. Have fun with your salad while I'm gone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rushed towards the doors and Rose resisted making a rude gesture to his back. "Where are you going, Doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he began, speaking in a low voice, "outside those doors lies a whole new world..." A smile crept onto Rose's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We could be on some distant planet in the future, or some brilliant civilisation in the past," he continued, putting on his coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh, mysterious," Rose whispered, waving her hands around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, don't spoil the suspense, Rose," the Doctor groaned. "I was quite pleased with myself then! Created quite an atmosphere." He paused, thinking to himself. "Maybe I should become an author. I've always had a way with words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smug, much?" Rose grimaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, allons-y!" he said, reaching forward and starting to pull open the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor!" Rose yelled, causing him to start a little. "Just tell me where you're going!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed. "Alright. We're in London, modern day. I need to go to a shop. I love shops," he grinned. "Especially in hospitals!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose shook her head in disbelief. "Wow, that really sounds like a 'whole new world.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had you fooled for a few moments," the Doctor countered. "So are you actually gonna let me go now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose sighed. "Feel free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He disappeared out the doors and she blew out a long breath, prickling with curiosity but wanting to keep herself occupied while he was gone. After a few moments' thought, she headed towards the kitchen. More salad it was, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose was just beginning to develop a lifelong hatred of tomatoes when there was a sudden noise from the console room. Her name soon followed, yelled by the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, I'm coming down now!" she replied, hauling herself off the kitchen counter that she'd been sitting on. She couldn't help sprinting a bit towards the main room; the suspense was killing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she eventually stormed in to meet the Doctor, she stood completely still, momentarily stunned by the scene in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area around the console was completely covered with cardboard boxes, some of which were open and Rose could see some jars inside. In another box she could see the wrappings of some chocolate bars and she frowned heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor! What the fu-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fudge!" the Doctor cried, stretching out his arm. "Do you want some of this chocolate bar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared at him wordlessly. "What the hell is all this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Several jars of coffee and boxes of chocolate bars," he replied, as though it was common sense. He took an obvious bite out of the fudge and grinned happily, taking a seat on the chair. He rested his converse shoes on top of the controls, looking in Rose's direction. "Something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wh-" Rose began, shaking her head. "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I need to intake some caffeine somehow," the Doctor explained. "And this seemed like a fair enough solution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, 'cause everybody buys a shop's entire stock of products when they're craving something!" she exclaimed. "Isn't that cheating, though?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. The contract strictly states-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, alright," she interrupted. "But who on earth let you buy all this stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, he was a nice man. Bob, I think his name was. He even helped me carry the stuff to the TARDIS!" he told her, smiling all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The psychic paper came in handy, mind you," he continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes. "I hope you paid him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well there's another person in this world who now thinks you're insane," Rose sighed, taking a seat beside him. "Well done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," he grinned, reaching into a box. "Kit Kat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed, taking the chocolate bar from him. "You're unbelievable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But," he interrupted, holding up a finger, "in a brilliant way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh. Rose, I feel ill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced over at the Doctor; he was currently slouched over on the seat, surrounding by dozens of empty chocolate bar wrappers. A low moan escaped his lips and she smiled a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many bars did you eat exactly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let out a very long sigh. "Too many."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose laughed. "Some of those buttons on your suit will be popping soon under the strain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've actually got a very fast metabolism," he frowned. "I don't usually put on any weight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's obvious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirked. "Ugh, I could seriously fall asleep right now... maybe I should get some coffee-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose gripped his arm. "Doctor, that's not wise, you'll just make yourself vomit. If that's possible..." She paused. "Do Time Lords vomit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words were slurring and Rose looked at him warily. "Do you want to take a nap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't slept in months. It's," he paused, yawning wildly, "it's a waste of time. I don't like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose sighed. "I really don't know what to do with you sometimes. One minute you're sprinting around the TARDIS like an over-active five year old, the next you're gorging on chocolate bars and complaing about sleeping! I-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She trailed off, realising how oddly quiet he was being. Turning towards him, she snorted; his eyes were closed and his body was slowly drooping towards hers. His head eventually rested on her shoulder and she twiddled her thumbs, wondering how long she'd be stuck here; she couldn't disturb him, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying as still as she could, she whipped out her mobile phone and began randomly checking through some old messages to keep herself occupied. It was only when a muffled sound came from him that the Doctor received her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm... te-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She froze, looking down at him. He was silent for a few moments before another set of meaningless words escaped from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, te- I want the... no!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stop her laughter. She now knew the reason why the Doctor hated sleeping; someone must have told him that he had the habit of talking during the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose... no, I just- just one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes widened at the mention of her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just... ugh, give me the tea! Nooo!"&lt;br /&gt;He practically shouted this last part and Rose snorted, her shoulders shaking violently. She couldn't believe what was happening and was overwhelmed by the sharp pain this laughter had caused in her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down at her phone, a sudden idea sprung into her mind and she giggled, setting up the video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And... record..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Four will be up soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-4633493408777545800?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/4633493408777545800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=4633493408777545800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/4633493408777545800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/4633493408777545800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/04/bet-part-three.html' title='The Bet - Part Three'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S9nb3Tyy1CI/AAAAAAAAF9o/voRiA2O-qYs/s72-c/thebet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-2172841842846086063</id><published>2010-04-09T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:06:35.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read The Bet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S79lPyAuY4I/AAAAAAAAF5M/1cJVoIHwKco/s1600/thebet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458192595193586562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S79lPyAuY4I/AAAAAAAAF5M/1cJVoIHwKco/s400/thebet.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/03/bet-part-one.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/04/bet-part-two.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/04/bet-part-three.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/06/bet-part-four.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/06/bet-part-five.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/07/bet-part-six.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part Six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-2172841842846086063?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/2172841842846086063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=2172841842846086063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2172841842846086063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2172841842846086063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/04/read-bet.html' title='Read The Bet'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S79lPyAuY4I/AAAAAAAAF5M/1cJVoIHwKco/s72-c/thebet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-445374432463191121</id><published>2010-04-09T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:32:47.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bet - Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S79iiKDaeKI/AAAAAAAAF5E/qdcH_AjWkOM/s1600/thebet.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458189612350077090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S79iiKDaeKI/AAAAAAAAF5E/qdcH_AjWkOM/s400/thebet.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two - Evil Schemes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Hang on, though," Rose suddenly said a while later, frowning at the Doctor. "I was thinking about this earlier... you're a Time Lord and I'm just a human. Doesn't that give you some kind of... unfair alien advantage?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor popped his head above the book he was reading and looked at her through his wide rimmed glasses. "Nah. Not really... and besides, you get to sleep for half of the time. I've got to survive the night on my own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't expecting that. "Oh." After a pause, she asked, "Well what do you usually do, then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged. "It depends really. I mostly find a good book, sometimes go outside and wander about a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a little disappointed. "Hmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor turned his attention back to the print in front of him but was really struggling to find any meaning behind the words, despite his intelligence. His mind was being dominated with a craving of caffeine and it had only been, what? - he quickly glanced at the TARDIS console - fifteen minutes since the bet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose, on the other hand, was feeling quite positive. She didn't think she had any cravings of any kind at the moment, but kept a close eye on the Doctor and his actions. He seemed perfectly composed, as usual, and she silently glared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had actually expected this bet to be a lot more interesting and quietly dawdled around the console, wondering what to do next. She certainly didn't have the Doctor's attention and wanted something to keep herself distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden idea popped into her head and she grinned mischievously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor?" she said slowly, walking over to him. He glanced up at her and waited expectantly. "I was wondering..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could finish, the Doctor interrupted. "Now why do I have the feeling this is going to be bad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose smiled sweetly. "I just wanted to ask a little favour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took off his glasses and placed the book on the seat beside him. "And what might that be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's been a while since I saw my Mum..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly shook his head. "Oh no. No, no, no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, Doctor!" Rose moaned. "It's been a while since I've seen her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You saw her last week," he pointed out, somewhat bluntly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, well," Rose shrugged. "I lose track of time in here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly stood up and occupied himself with the TARDIS screen and Rose followed promptly behind him, determined to get her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Doctor, she's my Mum..." she whinged. "We won't be there long, I promise, an hour at the most!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remained silent, pressing a few random buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please?" Rose pleaded, hoping to stare at him long enough and pull his gaze towards her. She eventually succeeded and his eyes met hers a little reluctantly. He blew out a long breath and pulled a lever that was within his reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, then," he sighed. "But just the one hour! I don't know how much of your mother's company I can endure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose smiled to herself. He hadn't seemed to have twigged her real intentions for going back home... Not yet, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, here we are then," the Doctor announced a few minutes later. "The Powell Estate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose smiled. "Home sweet home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TARDIS settled and the pair headed towards the doors. The Doctor didn't pick up his coat on the way there; he was feeling very warm and queasy, so no longer required it. He didn't want to think about that too much, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both stepped outside and headed towards the flat, Rose skipping eagerly ahead and the Doctor trailing behind a little slowly. Rose noticed this and backtracked, grabbing his hand in an aid to help him up the stairs. At the moment, he was beginning to feel very much like an old man. Well, he was already over 900 years of age, but that didn't matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You alright, Doctor?" Rose asked. "You seem a little down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up to her and smiled slowly. "I'm fine. Just scared about Jackie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" she grumbled, nudging him. "She's not that bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah," he muttered under his breath, "neither was Hitler."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did not seriously just compare my mother to Hitler?!" Rose retorted, unable to stop grinning a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached the top of the steps and Rose happily knocked on the door, while the Doctor kept his distance; it was best to be cautious, in his opinion. He'd learnt that from years of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments, Jackie appeared at the door and her eyes widened at the unexpected visitors. She soon smiled and pulled her daughter into a crushing hug, loudly showing how glad she was to see her. The Doctor had to suppress an agitated eye roll; sure, it was nice that Rose had a great relationship with her mother, but Jackie could sometimes be a little overpowering and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose! I never knew you were coming back! Oh! This is such a nice surprise, but I've got nothing in... I wish you'd have given me some notice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose pulled away, laughing lightly. "No need to worry, Mum, it's just a quick visit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well come in, then!" she said, stepping inside while Rose followed. The Doctor took in a deep breath and tried to steady himself as he trailed in after her, a little reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a seat next to Rose on the sofa and Jackie frowned at him. "Eh, Doctor, you're looking a little pale. You alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gulped at the sudden attention and loosened his tie a little. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, forcing a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She studied him for a moment and the Doctor began to feel very uncomfortable. "You don't look fine," she observed. "Are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to sigh but nodded slowly. "Absolutely positive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, whatever you say," she shrugged. "But I know what'll cheer you up anyway; a nice cuppa tea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor stiffened in his seat and Rose had to stifle a laugh. Jackie walked through into the kitchen, completely oblivious, and began boiling a kettle. The Doctor turned to Rose and raised an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never thought you were a schemer," he said, grumbling under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned. "Sorry, it was just irresistible. I'm taking this bet very seriously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie soon joined them, placing a tray with three cups of tea on the table. The Doctor very nearly groaned when Rose took hers, taking a very long and obvious sip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Evil," he murmured quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie had settled down with her own cup and quickly noticed the Doctor's actions, or lack of actions; he was sat there rigidly, staring ahead at the wall. "That one's for you, y'know," she said, pointing to the solitary cup on the tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at it longingly but sat back, folding his arms. "I'm not thirsty at the moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie's mouth dropped open wildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch out, you'll be catching flies in a moment," the Doctor muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be ill, Doctor," Jackie said. "Usually you can't get enough of my cups of tea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fidgeted around awkwardly. "Not today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew he was being horribly rude but he couldn't stop himself; he wasn't in the mood to be polite. Besides, that was the type of man he was; rude and not ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah well," she shrugged. "Your loss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," Rose added. "You're missing out. This cuppa happens to be extra hot and tasty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor wanted to glare at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was feeling really unwell at the moment and, although he hated to admit it, he knew that he was suffering from withdrawal symptoms. It was pathetic of him, really, but he couldn't help himself, and now Rose's plan was very nearly working. The temptation to reach out and finish that tea in one gulp was overwhelming, but he concentrated on translating his favourite book into Latin in order to control himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose, on the other hand, was a little irritated that she hadn't succeeded, but still had plenty of tricks up her sleeve. She felt a little cruel in doing this, but was determined to show the Doctor that she wasn't a pushover. She meant business and was going to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's up with you two today?" Jackie suddenly asked, pulling the pair from their thoughts. Rose frowned at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean, Mum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno... have you had an argument?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor and Rose met each other's gaze. "No, I wouldn't exactly say an argument," Rose replied. "But anyway, what have you been up to? Hang on," she leant forward, squinting at a photo that had suddenly caught her attention. "Wait, is that Mark from the newsagents?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor tuned out again as Rose and her mother began talking about Jackie's love life, something which actually made his stomach turn. He was desperately struggling now and really needed to get out of there when, suddenly, an idea came into his mind. If he was alone, he would have let out an evil laugh and made a hand gesture like Mr Burns from the Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you two ladies please excuse me for a few moments?" he asked, standing up. "I've just remembered something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose raised an eyebrow suspiciously but said nothing. He quickly waved to the pair and rushed out, racing down the stairs. Almost as soon as his coat swished out the door, Jackie was commenting on his strange behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's a bit weird, y'know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, he's not really. He's just an alien."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie shook her head in despair, making a start on the Doctor's cup of tea. "Don't you think he's been acting strangely today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mum, you need to see him when he's trying to save the world from a bunch of aliens," she laughed. "He's a lot stranger when he's doing that. I think he's just moody today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can aliens like him get moody?" she frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose laughed. "Hell yes. You should meet the Daleks." She paused for a moment. "Then again, maybe you really shouldn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie looked grave. "You're starting to sound like him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose scoffed. "Don't be so ridiculous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not. You speak like him. Before you know it, you'll start looking like him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now you're just being stupid, Mum," Rose laughed. "I'm not thinking of growing sideburns anytime soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie sighed. "I just don't wanna lose you, that's all. I don't want you to change so much that I won't even recognise you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mum," Rose said, leaning across to grab her mother's hand. "That's not gonna happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie was interrupted by a noise near the door and the Doctor soon hurried in, carrying a plastic bag in his hands. He seemed chirpier than before and gave the pair a big grin, taking his seat back down on the sofa next to Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry about that," he said, taking some wrapped objects out of the bag. "I don't know why, but I just had the sudden craving for some chips!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose stiffened this time, and the Doctor tried not to look too smug. The smell of the food soon hit her nose and she closed her eyes, willing herself not to drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued unwrapping the chips and Jackie rubbed her hands together. "Ooh, Doctor, you got some for all of us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup," he smirked. "A nice treat for us all, eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could kill you," Rose muttered quietly, and the Doctor smirked, replying, "You'll regret it if you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie didn't hear the exchange and quickly settled back, eating her own portion of chips. The Doctor did the same and Rose's lay untouched on the table. The scent was overwhelming and seeing the greasy chips just a few inches to her left was almost unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose," Jackie muttered around a mouthful of food. "Why aren't you having yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not hungry," Rose grumbled through gritted teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But these are your favourite," she protested. "The one's from the local chippie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," Rose sighed. "I'm on a diet, anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose, for God's sake, you're like a stick; you don't need to diet. Just eat the flipping chips!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let out a frustrated sigh, the temptation becoming too much. "I'm just going to the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stormed out and made a point of throwing a pillow at the Doctor on the way out. He couldn't help grinning in amusement. Revenge was certainly sweet and this bet was now&lt;em&gt; definitely&lt;/em&gt; becoming interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three will be up soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-445374432463191121?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/445374432463191121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=445374432463191121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/445374432463191121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/445374432463191121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/04/bet-part-two.html' title='The Bet - Part Two'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S79iiKDaeKI/AAAAAAAAF5E/qdcH_AjWkOM/s72-c/thebet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-7400017991828551674</id><published>2010-04-05T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:32:51.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Series Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S7o8nb9WgBI/AAAAAAAAF4k/m1WoEPKWeUE/s1600/11.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456740546730426386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S7o8nb9WgBI/AAAAAAAAF4k/m1WoEPKWeUE/s400/11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Eleventh Hour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written by&lt;/strong&gt;: Steven Moffat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis: &lt;/strong&gt;The newly regenerated Doctor lands on planet Earth once more and meets Amelia Pond who has a strange crack in her bedroom wall. He promises her that he'll fix it after a trip in the TARDIS, but accidentally times it wrong and meets her once again, 12 years later, and she's changed a lot... but now the Doctor has only 20 minutes to save the world, with a deadly shape shifting alien on the loose. Then again, some things never change... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cast: &lt;/strong&gt;The Doctor - MATT SMITH, Amy Pond - KAREN GILLAN, Rory Williams&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- ARTHUR DARVILL, Amelia Pond - CAITLIN BLACKWOOD, Dr Ramsden&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - NINA WADIA, Mrs. Angelo -&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ANNETTE CROSBIE, Ice Cream Man&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - PERRY BENSON, Jeff - TOM HOPPER, Patient - PETER MOYLES, Mother - OLIVIA COLMAN, Patrick Moore - HIMSELF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast: &lt;/strong&gt;Saturday 3rd April 2010, BBC One &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 10.8 million&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S9yLeCmqpyI/AAAAAAAAF-g/fKnyTrZW_dQ/s1600/bb.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466397395932325666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S9yLeCmqpyI/AAAAAAAAF-g/fKnyTrZW_dQ/s400/bb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Beast Below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written by: &lt;/strong&gt;Steven Moffat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor and Amy land on Starship UK, a ship floating on space carrying Britain. But the sinister smilers are causing problems and they soon find out that something strange is lurking below...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - MATT SMITH, Amy Pond - KAREN GILLAN, Liz Ten - SOPHIE OKONEDO, Hawthorne - TERRENCE HARDIMAN, Mandy - HANNAH SHARP, Morgan - CHRISTOPHER GOOD, Poem Girl - CATRIN RICHARDS, Winder - JONATHAN BATTERSBY, Timmy - ALFIE FIELD, Peter - DAVID AJALA, Voice of Smilers/Winder - CHRIS PORTER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast: &lt;/strong&gt;Saturday 10th April 2010, BBC One&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.42 million&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S9yLdxUOtaI/AAAAAAAAF-Y/T2XhktnWxtE/s1600/dg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466397391291594146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S9yLdxUOtaI/AAAAAAAAF-Y/T2XhktnWxtE/s400/dg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Victory of the Daleks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written by&lt;/strong&gt;: Mark Gatiss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis: &lt;/strong&gt;The Doctor receives a phonecall from his old friend Winston Churchill and is soon sent back in time during the War, but the Daleks, his oldest and deadliest enemy, appear to be helping Britain... will this change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring: &lt;/strong&gt;The Doctor - MATT SMITH, Amy Pond - KAREN GILLAN, Dalek Voice - NICHOLAS BRIGGS, Winston Churchill - IAN McNEICE, Edwin Bracewell - BILL PATERSON,&lt;br /&gt;Blanche - NINA DE COSIMO, Childers - TIM WALLERS, Dalek 1 - NICHOLAS PEGG, Dalek 2 - BARNABY EDWARDS, Lilian - SUSANNAH FIELDING, Todd - JAMES ALBRECHT, Air Raid Warden - COLIN PROCKTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast: &lt;/strong&gt;Saturday 17th April 2010, BBC One&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings: &lt;/strong&gt;7.82 million&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S9yLdSGYI1I/AAAAAAAAF-Q/UCTnqGWx7wE/s1600/we.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466397382911992658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S9yLdSGYI1I/AAAAAAAAF-Q/UCTnqGWx7wE/s400/we.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Time of Angels/ Flesh and Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written by:&lt;/strong&gt; Steven Moffat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The return of the Weeping Angels is never something good and they are soon causing trouble during the crash of the Byzantium. But can the mysterious River Song offer any help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cast:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - MATT SMITH, Amy Pond - KAREN GILLAN, River Song - ALEX KINGSTON, Alistair - SIMON DUTTON, Security Guard - MIKE SKINNER, Octavian- IAIN GLEN, Christian - MARK SPRINGER, Angelo - TROY GLASGOW, Bob - DAVID ATKINS, Marco - DARREN MORFITT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast&lt;/strong&gt;: Saturday 24th April 2010/Saturday 1st May 2010, BBC One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings&lt;/strong&gt;: 6.8 million (TBA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-7400017991828551674?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/7400017991828551674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=7400017991828551674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/7400017991828551674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/7400017991828551674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/04/series-five.html' title='Series Five'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S7o8nb9WgBI/AAAAAAAAF4k/m1WoEPKWeUE/s72-c/11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-5579141594148789699</id><published>2010-03-14T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:50:11.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S50akpbcgpI/AAAAAAAAFu0/QUpXaBV3Fyc/s1600-h/17.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448540341086749330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S50akpbcgpI/AAAAAAAAFu0/QUpXaBV3Fyc/s400/17.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-one.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Series One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-two.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Series Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-three.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Series Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-four.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Series Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-no-1-next-doctor-written-by.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Specials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/04/series-five.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Series Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-5579141594148789699?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/5579141594148789699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=5579141594148789699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/5579141594148789699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/5579141594148789699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/03/series.html' title='The Series'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S50akpbcgpI/AAAAAAAAFu0/QUpXaBV3Fyc/s72-c/17.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-3176176078899447624</id><published>2010-03-13T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:23:50.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S5vmACPft3I/AAAAAAAAFtk/IqpR0I5lBH8/s1600-h/8.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448201062510999410" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S5vih9Y_jJI/AAAAAAAAFtM/CTPz6LXBj5Y/s400/thebet.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is a fun 6-part fan fiction that I wrote a while ago. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summary: Who will last longer? The Doctor, without his beloved cups of tea, or Rose, without her greasy chips? They place a bet with each other to find out…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One - Signing the Contract&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor was sat in the TARDIS console room on his own, happily holding a purple flask in his hands while his companion was upstairs. They'd both decided to have a quiet day in today, considering they'd spent the previous one running along corridors, trying to avoid a stray Hoix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He promptly frowned to himself when Rose didn't reply, so he called again, this time raising his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later, she yelled her reply. "Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you come down here a moment?" the Doctor asked, standing up and circling the controls in a random fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed. "I've got an important question to ask you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he waited for her to join him, he quickly checked the TARDIS screen and was relieved to see a few Gallifreyan symbols floating harmlessly around. He looked at them in longing for a moment, but was soon distracted by Rose, who leapt to his side a little breathlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor grinned widely, making Rose smile herself. "You seem chirpy," she commented. This made him grin even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's this 'important question,' then?" she asked, air quoting around the Doctor's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the Doctor began, holding out his flask. "I was wondering if you'd join me in having a cup of tea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. "Are you being serious? You brought me down all those stairs for that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor's eyes widened in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was all the way up on the highest floor using the computer when you called me, and I thought there'd been a proper emergency!" she exclaimed, shaking her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh, why were you using the computer?" he asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind that!" Rose snapped and the Doctor murmured an apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you liked tea," he commented, leaning against the console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do," Rose replied. "I just don't share your scary passion for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor's mouth fell open. "My love for tea isn't scary. It's brilliant! Full of free radicals and tannins, you can't go wrong! All you British people love it… if something goes wrong you always say, 'Oh, I'll just put the kettle on.' Even you should know that, Rose, with your mother! Although she-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor," Rose sighed. "You're rambling again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grumbled. "But the point still stands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes travelled to the Doctor's flask. "When did you get that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've always had it," he shrugged. "It was in the storage room and I guessed it'd be easier to use it than boiling a kettle all the time." He looked at the object in admiration and Rose sighed dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're staring at that thing like it's the best thing ever invented!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no," he said, shaking his head. "No, that's undoubtedly sliced bread. Although, I may have actually had a part in creating that…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He trailed off, thinking to himself, while Rose just frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's still amazing," he continued suddenly, grinning wildly. "It can keep things hot and cold! That's genius!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose was still not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're easily pleased," she grumbled. "And, you sound like Katy Perry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor's smile faded. "Urgh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments of shuddering, he poured himself some tea and started sipping at it contentedly, soon meeting Rose's eye after feeling her gaze on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you staring at me?" he asked, feeling a little self conscious. Rose blinked a few times before answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I swear you're addicted to tea, Doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised an eyebrow defensively. "I'm not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah?" Rose said, edging closer towards him. "How much tea do you drink a day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not that much," he replied with a nonchalant shrug. "I'm too busy saving the Universe most of the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well… I'd say perhaps one or two cups."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still remained quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, maybe three to four."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, more like five or six, but that's not relevant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is," she grinned smugly. "You're addicted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not!" the Doctor protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You so are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time Lords don't suffer from addictions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you do," Rose teased. "An almighty man, the last of his kind who fights all kinds of aliens, and his only weakness is a gold old cuppa tea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He placed his flask on top of the console for emphasis and leaned towards her. "I really don't drink that much. At least it's not alcohol. That really does funny things to my system." He shuddered. "And getting drunk around Henry the Eighth really wasn't a great idea. I was nearly beheaded." He trailed off, shaking his head and returning to the present. "Anyway, like I said, I don't drink that much. I can control myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you can't," Rose smiled. "You couldn't last a week without it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor's expression remained neutral. "I could say the same about you and your love of chips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose's instincts made her want to flinch but she just about managed a calm face. "I don't know what you mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor knew Rose well; he had most definitely hit a nerve and he continued, taking a step closer towards her. "You know full well that you're addicted to chips, Rose Tyler."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is ridiculous," she said, starting to walk away. Before she could get very far, the Doctor gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her around so that she was facing him again, only a few inches away. Rose's breath quickened and she tried to remain angry, despite the Doctor's cheeky smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You love chips, don't you?" he teased. "The warm, greasy, salty taste of those-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Argh, don't!" Rose screeched, covering her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember those chips covered in Krillitane oil? You certainly enjoyed those!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up," she grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, after out first trip, we arrived back home on Earth and all you wanted was a nice portion of chips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, you've got a point!" she sighed, lowering her arms. "But your addiction is more severe."&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor's face fell and Rose stifled a laugh at the comic effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With me, I only ever have chips about…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Four times a week?" the Doctor suggested, grinning a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that sounds about right. Whereas you," she pointed, "have five or six cups of tea a day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tea is healthier," the Doctor argued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it damages your teeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, these beauties?" he said, making a show of his perfect white smile. Rose grumbled; she'd always admired his teeth compared to her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, alright," she sighed. "Fair point, but I still think your addiction is greater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor let out a long breath. "I've got a feeling we'll be arguing about this for the rest of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose laughed. "You've got that right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So…" the Doctor said, dragging out the word as he thought. "How about we have a little bet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A bet?" Rose repeated, looking curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," the Doctor smiled. "A bet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She narrowed her eyes. "And what will it be about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought about this for a moment. "It will decide which of our addictions is the most severe." He looked her directly in the eyes. "I bet I can last a week without tea and that you wouldn't be able to do the same with your chips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose squared her shoulders. "I beg to differ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled. "Do we have a bet, then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose nodded. "We do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll even type out a contract on the computer," he said, smiling excitedly. "Y'know, just to keep everything official."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what happens if we both survive a week?" Rose asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think that's gonna happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if it does?" she persisted. "We've gotta be prepared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll just say it's a draw," he said. "Although that's horribly boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about we just bet until somebody caves?" Rose offered. "That'd be more interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor smiled slowly. "This bet could go on for a long time, then, 'cause I'm not giving in anytime soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose laughed. "You took the words right outta my mouth." She paused, shifting the weight between her feet. "So, what's the punishment for whoever loses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought again, and a mischievous grin soon appeared on his lips. "I think the smugness of the winner should be punishment enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've got an evil streak, you know that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waggled his eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hang on, how about the winner thinks of a punishment after the other person gives in? Y'know, keep the suspense and everything," Rose suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you said I had the evil streak?" he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a deal, then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is. I'll just get this contract typed," he said, hurrying off into a random direction and disappearing into another room. Rose couldn't help grinning and also feeling fearful at the same time; could she really survive longer? The Doctor was a Time Lord and she was a mere human… surely that gave him an advantage? An unfair one, at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was thinking this through when he suddenly hurried in with two pieces of paper in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blimey, you type fast," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, well, I'm talented," he replied with a wink. "Anyway, I've got a contract for each of us. Here's mine," he said, making a show of the paper and then reading aloud what he had typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, the Doctor, accept the challenge of refraining from consuming any form of tea for as long as I can, in order to prove Rose Tyler wrong in thinking that she can last longer doing the same with chips. I will accept the punishment if I lose,&lt;/em&gt; ("like that's gonna happen," he added, earning a nudge in the ribs from Rose) &lt;em&gt;and will also accept that I was wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at her and handed her a sheet. "That's your's. All we need to do now is sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You certainly do things properly," Rose commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached into one of his pockets and rummaged around for a while, his tongue sticking out as he concentrated. After a few moments, he found what he was looking for and produced two pens, handing one to Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I've read this over a few times," she told him, "and there don't seem to be any footnotes or hidden traps of any kind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor mocked looking offended and placed a hand to his chest. "Do you really think I'd do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right then," Rose said, leaning on the flat surface of the console. "Let's do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor mirrored her actions, clicking his pen for dramatic effect. He quickly signed the paper and Rose did the same, biting her lip as she did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll leave these up here for any future reference," he said, resisting the urge to smile. The truth was that he was already craving some caffeine and the flask of tea was horribly tempting, but he couldn't tell Rose that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We officially have a bet, then," Rose declared, rubbing her hands together. "Just remember the last bet we made, though, 'cause I actually won."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, well," the Doctor shrugged. "Queen Victoria was being unfair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unfair?" she scoffed. "I won fair and square. She was not amused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor shook his head and held out his hand. Rose took it and shook, unable to stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let the fun begin," she murmured sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allons-y!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two will be up on Sunday 21st March.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-3258201269541976550?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/3258201269541976550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=3258201269541976550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/3258201269541976550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/3258201269541976550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2010/03/bet-part-one.html' title='The Bet - Part One'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/S5vih9Y_jJI/AAAAAAAAFtM/CTPz6LXBj5Y/s72-c/thebet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-4520837175271664000</id><published>2009-09-27T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:48:09.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Banners</title><content type='html'>Here are some random mini banners I made which could come in handy (I use them for news posts) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Sr-kx8KrxYI/AAAAAAAAFCk/lU47FvTHTEE/s1600-h/17.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386204857229886850" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SHiuXbN4afI/AAAAAAAABUk/AISGaKxBbGg/s400/s4_13_wal_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Where the hell is this place?" &lt;strong&gt;The Runaway Bride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Thanks for nothing spaceman, see you in court!" &lt;strong&gt;The Runaway Bride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sometimes, you need someone to stop you." &lt;strong&gt;The Runaway Bride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That friend of yours, what was her name?" &lt;strong&gt;The Runaway Bride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm waving to fat..." &lt;strong&gt;Partners in Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I've seen, I've met him just once, and I let him walk away." &lt;strong&gt;Partners in Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm not drifting, I'm waiting." &lt;strong&gt;Partners in Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You're not mating with me sunshine!" &lt;strong&gt;Partners in Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well that's just as well because I'm not having any of that nonsense, you're just a long stick of... nothing, alien nothing!" &lt;strong&gt;Partners in Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh my God, it's so... Roman!" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I just said 'seriously' in latin!" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Don't get clever in latin!" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You're the Doctor! You save people!" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I might have something to say about that, spaceman!" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That boy, how old is he, 16? And tomorrow he burns to death!" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'll tell you where the wind's blowing right now, mate!" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do you go hanging around about by the shops? TK Maximus?" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You have got to be kidding me!" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You fought her off with a water pistol! I bloody love you!" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Could we be anymore trapped?" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Save someone! Not the whole town, just save someone!" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Why do you say Miss, do I look single?” &lt;strong&gt;Planet of the Ood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What is it with that Persil Ball?” &lt;strong&gt;Planet of the Ood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I spent all that time looking for you Doctor because I thought it would be so wonderful out here… I wanna go home.” &lt;strong&gt;Planet of the Ood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“They’re born with their brains in their hands! Don’t you see that makes them peaceful! They’ve got to be because a creature like that would have to trust anyone it meets!” &lt;strong&gt;Planet of the Ood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Never mind Planet Zog, a party in the 1920's! This is more like it!" &lt;strong&gt;The Unicorn and the Wasp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What do you think? Flapper or slapper?" &lt;strong&gt;The Unicorn and the Wasp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Typical. All the decent men are on another bus." &lt;strong&gt;The Unicorn and the Wasp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There's a murder, a mystery and Agatha Christie!" &lt;strong&gt;The Unicorn and the Wasp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That's like meeting Charles Dickens surrounded by ghosts at Christmas." &lt;strong&gt;The Unicorn and the Wasp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh I know this! If she were really posh, she'd say loo!" &lt;strong&gt;The Unicorn and the Wasp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That was horrible. That was the most horrible thing I've ever seen." &lt;strong&gt;Silence in the Library&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Donna Noble has left the library. Donna Noble has been saved." &lt;strong&gt;Silence in the Library&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm ready. Cause, I understand now. You said I was gonna die, but you meant this whole world is gonna blink out of existence. But that's not dying, cause a better world takes its place. The Doctor's world." &lt;strong&gt;Turn Left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"But I can't die! I've got a future with the Doctor. You told me!" &lt;strong&gt;Turn Left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"She said two words... Bad Wolf..." &lt;strong&gt;Turn Left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-3584896183824003721?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/3584896183824003721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=3584896183824003721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/3584896183824003721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/3584896183824003721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/09/donna-noble.html' title='Donna Noble'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SHiuXbN4afI/AAAAAAAABUk/AISGaKxBbGg/s72-c/s4_13_wal_15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-4943431482440458625</id><published>2009-09-15T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:13:04.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Tyler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SHiyE0a0EWI/AAAAAAAABUs/MyZYv70TD2I/s1600-h/s4_11_wal_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222119563796418914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SHiyE0a0EWI/AAAAAAAABUs/MyZYv70TD2I/s400/s4_11_wal_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I'm talking to a twig..." &lt;strong&gt;The End of the World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"They're just so alien! The aliens are so... alien! You look at them, and they're alien!" &lt;strong&gt;The End of the World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I want chips." &lt;strong&gt;The End of the World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Can I just say, travelling with you... I love it." &lt;strong&gt;New Earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Och aye, I've been oot and aboot!" &lt;strong&gt;Tooth and Claw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Am I ever gonna see you again?" &lt;strong&gt;Doomsday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I love you." &lt;strong&gt;Doomsday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm just passing by. This is wrong. So wrong..." &lt;strong&gt;Turn Left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I came so far..." &lt;strong&gt;Turn Left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... but you're gonna die." &lt;strong&gt;Turn Left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It's coming Donna, coming from across the stars, and nothing can stop it." &lt;strong&gt;Turn Left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORE FROM ROSE COMING SOON, I'M WORKING ON IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-4943431482440458625?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/4943431482440458625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=4943431482440458625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/4943431482440458625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/4943431482440458625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/09/rose-tyler.html' title='Rose Tyler'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SHiyE0a0EWI/AAAAAAAABUs/MyZYv70TD2I/s72-c/s4_11_wal_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-3969765934302387556</id><published>2009-09-15T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:15:40.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SHizkG149zI/AAAAAAAABU0/Goli67rmifw/s1600-h/s4_06_wal_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222121200829396786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SHizkG149zI/AAAAAAAABU0/Goli67rmifw/s400/s4_06_wal_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“We’re on the moon! We’re on the bloody moon!” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What else have you got? Laser spanner?” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“That was nothing…?” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Your spaceship’s made of wood…” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It’s bigger on the inside!” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“For the record, I’m not remotely interested. I only go for humans…” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It’s all a bit Harry Potter…” &lt;strong&gt;The Shakespeare Code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I don’t know how to tell you this, oh great genius, but your breath doesn’t half stink!” &lt;strong&gt;The Shakespeare Code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ever heard the word rebound?” &lt;strong&gt;Gridlock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Sometimes I think he likes me, but sometimes I just think he needs someone with him…” &lt;strong&gt;Gridlock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I didn’t really think, I just followed the Doctor and… they don’t even know where I am, my Mum and Dad… if I died here they’d never know.” &lt;strong&gt;Gridlock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You’ve got your faith, you’ve got your songs and your hymns, and I’ve got the Doctor.” &lt;strong&gt;Gridlock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You don’t talk! You never say! Why not?” &lt;strong&gt;Gridlock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORE COMING SOON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-3969765934302387556?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/3969765934302387556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=3969765934302387556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/3969765934302387556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/3969765934302387556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/09/martha-jones.html' title='Martha Jones'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SHizkG149zI/AAAAAAAABU0/Goli67rmifw/s72-c/s4_06_wal_18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-72957011646599015</id><published>2009-09-15T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:05:39.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SHiz8xPZYjI/AAAAAAAABU8/gwWTYM-4wcA/s1600-h/s4_03_wal_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222121624527528498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SHiz8xPZYjI/AAAAAAAABU8/gwWTYM-4wcA/s400/s4_03_wal_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I'm the Doctor! And if you don't like it - if you want to take it to a higher authority, there isn't one. It stops with me!" &lt;strong&gt;New Earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I like my thumb! I need my thumb, I'm very attached to my thumb..." &lt;strong&gt;Tooth and Claw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Pardon me your majesty, you're gonna have to leg it out the window." &lt;strong&gt;Tooth and Claw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;“Not bad you know, still a bit, bleurgh…” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Judoon platoon upon the Moon.” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bare foot on the moon.” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I dunno, humans! We're stuck on the moon, running out of air, with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, and you're asking personal questions?” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She’s as clever as me… almost…” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re joshin’ me?!” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rose, her name was, Rose, and we were together.” &lt;strong&gt;Smith and Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just walk about like you own the place, works for me.” &lt;strong&gt;The Shakespeare Code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Rose would know…” &lt;strong&gt;The Shakespeare Code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“That name keeps me fighting!” &lt;strong&gt;The Shakespeare Code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Badaboomba!” &lt;strong&gt;The Shakespeare Code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Good old J K!” &lt;strong&gt;The Shakespeare Code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“She’s alone, she’s lost, she doesn’t belong on this planet and it’s all my fault.” &lt;strong&gt;Gridlock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Don’t you go dying on me you big old face, you’ve gotta see this!” &lt;strong&gt;Gridlock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’m not just a Time Lord; I’m the last of the Time Lords.” &lt;strong&gt;Gridlock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“There was a war, a Time war. The last great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks for the sake of all creation and they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They’re all gone now… my family, my friends, even that sky… Oh, you should have seen it that old planet. The second sun would rise in the South and the mountains would shine. The leaves on the trees were silver, when they caught the light every morning they looked like a forest on fire. When the autumn came, a breeze would blow through the branches like a song…” &lt;strong&gt;Gridlock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"So, the whole wide universe, where do you wanna go?" &lt;strong&gt;Partners in Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're in Pompeii, and it's volcano day..." &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You must excuse my friend, she's from... Barcelona." &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Nice little bit of allonsy!" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That's the burden of the TimeLord. I'm the only one left." &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That's the choice, Donna. It's Pompeii or the world..." &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If I could go back and save them I would, but I can't!" &lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Donna Noble, citizen of the Earth standing on a different planet! How about that!?” &lt;strong&gt;Planet of the Ood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It's the end of the universe..." &lt;strong&gt;Turn Left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORE COMING SOON FROM THE DOCTOR! I'M WORKING ON IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-72957011646599015?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/72957011646599015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=72957011646599015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/72957011646599015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/72957011646599015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/09/doctor.html' title='The Doctor'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SHiz8xPZYjI/AAAAAAAABU8/gwWTYM-4wcA/s72-c/s4_03_wal_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-6945486522003669054</id><published>2009-07-29T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:58:20.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SnBHMIGg0ZI/AAAAAAAAE2k/urhUQ5N8Tpk/s1600-h/BestSiteinGeneral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363865429857063314" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXtUuwoGI/AAAAAAAADTQ/HSEguuxc3IE/s400/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Voyage of the Damned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;: The Doctor boards the spaceship after it crashes into the TARDIS and meets Astrid Peth, a waitress who he instantly befriends. The Doctor begins to enjoy the cruise, but suddenly meteroids hit and the ship is full of chaos. With passengers dying one by one, can the Doctor get off alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - David Tennant Astrid Peth - Kylie Minogue Captain Hardaker - Geoffrey Palmer Midshipman Frame - Russell Tovey Max Capricorn - George Costigan Rickston Slade - Gray O'Brien Chief Steward - Andrew Havill Engineer - Bruce Lawrence Foon Van Hoff - Debbie Chazen Morvin Van Hoff - Clive Rowe Mr Copper - Clive Swift Bannakaffalatta - Jimmy Vee Wilfred Mott - Bernard Cribbins Himself - Nicholas Witchell Host - Paul Kasey Kitchen Hand - Stefan Davis Newsreader - Jason Mohammad Alien Voices - Colin McFarlane, Ewan Bailey Voice of The Queen - Jessica Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 25th December 2007, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 12.2 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXtRDVXmI/AAAAAAAADTI/VXBaFP3Aixw/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285985391576702562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXtRDVXmI/AAAAAAAADTI/VXBaFP3Aixw/s400/2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Partners in Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; "The fat just walks away!" Donna Noble investigates the mysterious Adipose Industries in hope to find the man she longs will give her an interesting life, the Doctor. After watching a woman die, she knows the Industry is up to no good. But can she stop the sinister Miss Foster and find the Doctor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring&lt;/strong&gt;: The Doctor - DAVID TENNANT Donna Noble - CATHERINE TATE Miss Foster - SARAH LANCASHIRE Mrs Noble - JACQUELINE KING Mr Noble - HOWARD ATTFIELD Wilf - BERNARD CRIBBINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 5th April 2008, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 9.14 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I'm waving to fat..." Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Just like old times!" The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I've seen, I've met him just once, and I let him walk away." Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I'm not drifting, I'm waiting." Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Health and safety... film department." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Health and safety... you'll be health, I'll be safety." Adipose Industries Worker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Oi, you two, you're just mad! Do you hear me? Mad! And I'm report you for... madness!" Penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"See, some people just can't take it. And some people can." Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"That's my car! That is like, destiny!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"You're not mating with me sunshine!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Well that's just as well because I'm not having any of that nonsense, you're just a long stick of... nothing, alien nothing!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"So, the whole wide universe, where do you wanna go?" The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXs4Dq9II/AAAAAAAADTA/mQre1dcCiIM/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285985384867230850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXs4Dq9II/AAAAAAAADTA/mQre1dcCiIM/s400/3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fires of Pompeii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: James Moran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor takes Donna back in time to Pompeii, AD 79, round about when the historic eruption of Mount Vesuvius takes part. However, many other things apart from that are happening; psychic powers are everywhere and monsters are stirring beneath the ground. Can the Doctor and Donna save everyone, or let history run its course?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - DAVID TENNANT Donna Noble - CATHERINE TATE Lucius - PHIL DAVIS Caecillius - PETER CAPALDI Metella - TRACEY CHILDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 12th April 2008, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 9.04 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Oh my God... it's so... Roman!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I just said 'seriously' in latin!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Like Soho, but bigger." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"And before you ask, that fire had nothing to do with me. Well... a little bit, but still..." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"We're in Pompeii, and it's volcano day..." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Don't get clever in latin!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"You're the Doctor, you save people!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I might have something to say about that, spaceman!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"The Blue Box, a temple of wood." Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I'm the.... marble inspector." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"There's lovely." Caecilius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"That boy, how old is he, 16? And tomorrow he burns to death!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"You must excuse my friend, she's from... Barcelona." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"She is returning!" Lucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"There is something on your back!" Lucius (talking to Donna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I'll tell you where the wind's blowing right now, mate!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"You are a Lord, sir. A lord of time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Do you go hanging around about by the shops? TK Maximus?" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Nice little bit of allonsy!" The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"You have got to be kidding me!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"He carries starlight in his wake!" The Mother (Pyroville)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"You fought her off with a water pistol! I bloody love you!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"That's the burden of the TimeLord. I'm the only one left." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Could we be anymore trapped?" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"That's the choice, Donna. It's Pompeii or the world..." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"If I could go back and save them I would, but I can't!" The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Save someone! Not the whole town, just save someone!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Come with me." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXe2YKuSI/AAAAAAAADS4/CytNzlScSAY/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285985143898159394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXe2YKuSI/AAAAAAAADS4/CytNzlScSAY/s400/4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Planet of the Ood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Keith Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor and Donna visit the Planet of the Ood and see the Ood sphere, the beautiful ice-scapes and the humans that control the Ood. But what will we learn about the aliens, are they really as innocent as they seem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - DAVID TENNANT Donna Noble - CATHERINE TATE Solana Mercurio -AYESHA DHARKER Klineman Halpen - TIM MCINNERNY Mr Barton - PAUL CLAYTON Dr Ryder - ADRIAN RAWLINS Voice of the Ood - SILAS CARSON Ood Sigma - PAUL KASEY Soothsayer - Karen Gillan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 19th April 2008, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.50 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Donna Noble, citizen of the Earth standing on a different planet! How about that!?” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Why do you say Miss, do I look single?” Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“What is it with that Persil Ball?” Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“I spent all that time looking for you Doctor because I thought it would be so wonderful out here… I wanna go home.” Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“They’re born with their brains in their hands! Don’t you see that makes them peaceful! They’ve got to be because a creature like that would have to trust anyone it meets!” Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Very observant, ginger.” Mr Halpen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“I think your song must end soon. Every song must end.” Ood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“And know this, DoctorDonna, you will never be forgotten. Our children will sing of the DoctorDonna and our children’s children, and the wind and the ice and the snow will carry your names forever.” Ood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXeyVrkkI/AAAAAAAADSw/5plp6sFDjCw/s1600-h/5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285985142813987394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXeyVrkkI/AAAAAAAADSw/5plp6sFDjCw/s400/5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sontaran Stratagem/The Poison Sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Helen Raynor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Martha Jones calls the Doctor and asks him to return back to Earth after the threat of ATMOS spreads across the planet. Little do they know, old potato-headed aliens are plotting away ready to take over the world! Can our heroes stop them in time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - DAVID TENNANT Donna Noble - CATHERINE TATE Martha Jones - FREEMA AGYEMAN Martha Jones - FREEMA AGYEMAN Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER General Staal - CHRISTOPHER RYAN Colonel Mace - RUPERT HOLLIDAY EVANS Commander Skorr - DAN STARKEY Wilfred Mott - BERNARD CRIBBINS Sylvia Noble - JACQUELINE KING Luke Rattigan - RYAN SAMPSON Ross Jenkins - CHRISTIAN COOKE Private Harris - CLIVE STANDEN Private Gray - WESLEY THEOBALD Kirsty Wark- HERSELF Lachele Karl - HERSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 26th April 2008/3rd May 2008, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings&lt;/strong&gt;: 7.06 million/6.53 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXeibZCXI/AAAAAAAADSg/tSjQ2dmroEQ/s1600-h/7.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285985138542971250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXeibZCXI/AAAAAAAADSg/tSjQ2dmroEQ/s400/7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Doctor's Daughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Stephen Greenhorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor, Donna and Martha land on the planet Messaline, where strange creatures called the Hath communicate through bubbles! But that's not the only strange thing going on, a possible relation to the Doctor is waiting and somer-saulting through laser beams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - DAVID TENNANT Donna Noble - CATHERINE TATE Martha Jones - FREEMA AGYEMAN Jenny - GEORGIA MOFFETT Cobb - NIGEL TERRY Cline - JOE DEMPSIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 10th May 2008, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.3 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXeTjZZHI/AAAAAAAADSY/S_7spE3SiI8/s1600-h/8.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285985134550017138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXeTjZZHI/AAAAAAAADSY/S_7spE3SiI8/s400/8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Unicorn and the Wasp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Gareth Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;: In 1926, Agatha Christie mysteriously disappeared for 10 days, only to be found with no memory of what happened. Was it a nervous breakdown or perhaps a giant wasp? The Doctor and Donna are going to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - DAVID TENNANT Donna Noble - CATHERINE TATE Agatha Christie - FENELLA WOOLGAR Lady Clemency Eddison - FELICITY KENDAL Robina Redmond - FELICITY JONES Colonel Hugh - CHRISTOPHER BENJAMIN Reverend Golightly - TOM GOODMAN-HILL Professor Peach - IAN BARRITT Greeves - DAVID QUILTER Roger Curbishley - ADAM RAYNER Davenport - DANIEL KING Mrs Hart - CHARLOTTE EATON Miss Chandrakala - LEENA DHINGRA Footman - ALEXANDER MCDONALD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 17th May 2008, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.41 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Never mind Planet Zog, a party in the 1920's! This is more like it!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"What do you think? Flapper or slapper?" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Typical. All the decent men are on another bus." Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"The thrill is in the chase, never in the capture." Agatha Christie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Belgians make such lovely buns." Agatha Christie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"There's a murder, a mystery and Agatha Christie!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"That's like meeting Charles Dickens surrounded by ghosts at Christmas." Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"If anyone can help us, it's the Doctor." Agatha Christie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Oh I know this! If she were really posh, she'd say loo!" Donna Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Just like a man. Flashes his family jewels and you end up with a bun in the oven." The Unicorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXOwVH3NI/AAAAAAAADSQ/nBJSstuAAOw/s1600-h/9.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285984867396869330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXOwVH3NI/AAAAAAAADSQ/nBJSstuAAOw/s400/9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Steven Moffat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor and Donna land in the biggest library in the Universe, only to discover no-one is there... Suddenly though, a group of expeditionists arrive and Professor River Song holds a secret which the Doctor needs to know... With the mysterious Nodes and Data Ghosts turning up everywhere, can everyone's lives be saved by a little girl who claims to own the library? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor- DAVID TENNANT Donna Noble - CATHERINE TATE Professor River Song - ALEX KINGSTON Doctor Moon - COLIN SALMON Strackman Lux - STEVE PEMBERTON Dad - MAX DEXTER The Girl - EVE NEWTON Anita - JESSIKA WILLIAMS Miss Evangalista - TULULAH RILET Proper Dave - HARRY PEACOCK Other Dave - O-T FAGBENLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 31st May/ 7th July 2008, BBC One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 6.27/7.84 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Run. For God's sake, run!" Node&lt;br /&gt;"Life with a time traveller - I never knew it would be such hard work!" River Song&lt;br /&gt;"I trust this man with my life, with everything." River Song&lt;br /&gt;"She's a footprint on the beach, and the tide's coming in." The Doctor&lt;br /&gt;"That was horrible. That was the most horrible thing I've ever seen." Donna Noble&lt;br /&gt;"The real world is a lie and your nightmares are real." Doctor Moon&lt;br /&gt;"Donna Noble has left the library. Donna Noble has been saved." Donna Noble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXOo4IZcI/AAAAAAAADSI/Q_2pDngomNU/s1600-h/10.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285984865396221378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXOo4IZcI/AAAAAAAADSI/Q_2pDngomNU/s400/10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Midnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Taking a bunch of people across the diamond planet called Midnight? What could possible go wrong? The Doctor takes a trip with Crusader tours around a beautiful planet called Midnight, but soon something goes wrong, and a passenger begins repeating everything everyone says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - DAVID TENNANT Donna Noble - CATHERINE TATE Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Sky Silvestry - LESLEY SHARP Val Cane - LINDSEY COULSON Professor Hobbes - DAVID TROUGHTON Hostess - RAKIE AYOLA Biff Cane - DANIEL RYAN Jethro Cane - COLIN MORGAN Dee Dee Blasco - AYESHA ANTOINE Mechanic Claude - DUANE HENRY Driver Joe - TONY BLUTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 14th June, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.05 million &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXOSJywlI/AAAAAAAADSA/aqJ9_ScdPTY/s1600-h/11.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285984859296285266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXOSJywlI/AAAAAAAADSA/aqJ9_ScdPTY/s400/11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turn Left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor and Donna explore the planet Shan Shen, but Donna is tempted into a free reading from a mysterious lady. However, the reading is not what it seems and during it she sees a world without the Doctor, and she meets a familiar blonde along the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - DAVID TENNANT Donna Noble - CATHERINE TATE Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Wilfred Mott - BERNARD CRIBBINS Sylvia Noble - JACQUELINE KING Rocco Colasanto - JOSEPH LONG Capt. Magambo NOMA DUMEZWENI Fortune Teller - CHIPO CHUNG Mooky Kahari - MARCIA LECKY Veena Brady - SUZANN MCLEAN Alice Coltrane - NATALIE WALTER Man In Pub - NEIL CLENCH UNIT Soldier - CLIVE STANDEN Jival Chowdry - BHASKER PATEL Female Reporter CATHERINE YORK Morgernstern - BEN RIGHTON Spanish Maid -LORAINE VELEZ Studio News Reader - JASON MOHAMMED Housing Officer -SANCHIA MCCORMACK Soldier #1 - LAWRENCE STEVENSON Woman in Doorway TERRI-ANN BRUMBY Trinity Wells - LACHELE CARL Soldier #2 PAUL RICHARD BIGGIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast&lt;/strong&gt;: 21 June 2008, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.09 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"What's on my back?" Donna Noble&lt;br /&gt;"The Doctor is dead." UNIT soldier&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just passing by. This is wrong. So wrong..." Rose Tyler&lt;br /&gt;"I came so far..." Rose Tyler&lt;br /&gt;"There's keen eyes up there and they're watching, and they're not friendly." Wilf&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... but you're gonna die." Rose Tyler&lt;br /&gt;"It's coming Donna, coming from across the stars, and nothing can stop it." "What is?" "The darkness." Rose Tyler/Donna Noble&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God, the stars are going out..." Wilf&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just useless." Donna&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think?" "Can I have a coffee?" Rose Tyler/Donna Noble&lt;br /&gt;"He was a Time Lord, last of the Time Lords." Rose Tyler&lt;br /&gt;"Can't you stay with me?" Donna Noble&lt;br /&gt;"I'm ready. Cause, I understand now. You said I was gonna die, but you meant this whole world is gonna blink out of existence. But that's not dyring, cause a better world takes its place. The Doctor's world." Donna Noble&lt;br /&gt;"But I can't die! I've got a future with the Doctor. You told me!" Donna Noble&lt;br /&gt;"She said two words... Bad Wolf..." Donna Noble&lt;br /&gt;"It's the end of the universe..." The Doctor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXOC3FUJI/AAAAAAAADR4/0fTvzHgC3CY/s1600-h/12.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285984855191277714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXOC3FUJI/AAAAAAAADR4/0fTvzHgC3CY/s400/12.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Stolen Earth/Journey's End &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; As the Daleks and Davros unleash their master plan, the Doctor and his companions must try to stop him, but an old prophecy declares that someone will die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - DAVID TENNANT Donna Noble - CATHERINE TATE Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Martha Jones - FREEMA AGYEMAN Captain Jack Harkness - JOHN BARROWMAN Sarah Jane Smith - ELISABETH SLADEN Clone Doctor - DAVID TENNANT Mickey Smith - NOEL CLARKE Jackie Tyler - CAMILLE CODURI Luke Smith -THOMAS KNIGHT Gwen Cooper - EVE MYLES Ianto Jones - GARETH DAVID-LLOYD Wilfred Mott - BERNARD CRIBBINS Sylvia Noble - JACQUELINE KING Francine Jones - ADJOA ANDOH Davros - JULIAN BLEACH Dalek Voice - NICHOLAS BRIGGS Voice of Mr Smith - ALEXANDER ARMSTRONG Voice of K-9 - JOHN LEESON German Woman - VALDA AVIKSScared Woman - SHOBU KAPOOR Anna Zhou - ELIZABETH TAN Liberian Man - MICHAEL PRICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast&lt;/strong&gt;: 28th June/ 5th July 2008, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings&lt;/strong&gt;: 8.78/10.57 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-2077754352467385710?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/2077754352467385710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=2077754352467385710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2077754352467385710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2077754352467385710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-four.html' title='Series Four'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuXtUuwoGI/AAAAAAAADTQ/HSEguuxc3IE/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-1606881802958837894</id><published>2009-06-26T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:53:09.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Series Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNlNvmMkI/AAAAAAAADRg/06sDqUM7wSk/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285974258133381698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNlNvmMkI/AAAAAAAADRg/06sDqUM7wSk/s400/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; The Runaway Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; When Donna Noble mysteriously appears in the TARDIS when it is in mid-flight the Doctor is determined to find out how and why.However, he ends up coming across an ancient enemy who needs Donna as part of her plan.. Can the Doctor stop her before it's too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant DONNA NOBLE - Catherine Tate THE EMPRESS OF RACNOSS - Sarah Parish LANCE BENNETT - Don Gilet GEOFF NOBLE - Howard Attfield SYLVIA NOBLE - Jacqueline King VICAR - Trevor Georges RHODRI - Rhodri Meiler NERYS - Krystal Archer TAXI DRIVER - Glen Wilson LITTLE GIRL - Zafirah Boateng ROBOT SANTAS - George Cottle, Paul Kasey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 25th December 2006, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 9.3 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;: Coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNk7uspDI/AAAAAAAADRY/pbgGoGFaUY8/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285974253297771570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNk7uspDI/AAAAAAAADRY/pbgGoGFaUY8/s400/2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Smith and Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor investigates a local hospital and he meets Martha Jones, a trainee doctor with plenty of brains. The hospital then gets transported to the moon and space police called the Judoon search the place for an alien threat.. but exactly who is that threat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant MARTHA JONES - Freema Agyeman FLORENCE FINNEGAN - Anne Reid MR B STOKER - Roy Marsdenm JULIA SWALES - Vineeta Rishi CLIVE JONES - Trevor Laird LEO JONES - Reggie Yates FRANCINE JONES - Adjoa Andoh TISH JONES - Gugu Mbatha-Raw OLIVER MORGENSTERN - Ben Righton JUDOON LEADER - Paul Kasey VOICE OF JUDOON - Nicholas Briggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 31st March 2007, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings&lt;/strong&gt;: 8.7 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Not bad you know, still a bit, bleurgh…” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“We’re on the moon! We’re on the bloody moon!” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Look, I’ve even brought a straw!” The Plasmavore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“What else have you got? Laser spanner?” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Judoon platoon upon the Moon.” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Bare foot on the moon.” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“I dunno, humans! We're stuck on the moon, running out of air, with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, and you're asking personal questions?” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“She’s as clever as me… almost…” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“That was nothing…?” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“You’re joshin’ me?!” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“This is gonna hurt, but if it’s any consolation, the dead don’t tend to remember.” ThePlasmavore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Your spaceship’s made of wood…” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“It’s bigger on the inside!” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Rose, her name was, Rose, and we were together.” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“For the record, I’m not remotely interested. I only go for humans…” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Welcome onboard Miss Jones!” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“It’s my pleasure Mr Smith!” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNknXIEZI/AAAAAAAADRQ/gEXBYiQtlRQ/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285974247830196626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNknXIEZI/AAAAAAAADRQ/gEXBYiQtlRQ/s400/3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shakespeare Code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Gareth Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor takes Martha to Elizabethan England for her first trip in the TARDIS. There, they encounter William Shakespeare, Carrionites and 3 ugly witches. As expected, the witches were plotting away, using Shakespeare's mind to help them. Can our heroes stop them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring&lt;/strong&gt;: THE DOCTOR - David Tennant MARTHA JONES - Freema Agyeman WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE - Dean Lennox Kelly LILITH - Christina Cole DICK - Jalaal Hartley WIGGINS - Sam Marks BLOODTIDE - Linda Clarke DOOMFINGER - Amanda Lawrence KEMPE - David Westhead DOLLY BAILEY - Andree Bernard JAILER - Stephen Marcus PETER STREETE - Matt King PREACHER - Robert Demeger ELIZABETH - Angela Pleasance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast&lt;/strong&gt;: 7th April 2007, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.23 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Just walk about like you own the place, works for me.” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Shut your big fat mouths!” William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Hey nonny nonny!” William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“It’s all a bit Harry Potter…” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Rose would know…” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“But your heart grows cold, the North wind blows, it carries down the distant… Rose...” Lillith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“That name keeps me fighting!” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Badaboomba!” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Good old J K!” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“I don’t know how to tell you this, oh great genius, but your breath doesn’t half stink!” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Doctor…my sworn enemy… off with his head!” Queen Elizabeth I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNkljXktI/AAAAAAAADRI/0AN9Dycio-s/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285974247344673490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNkljXktI/AAAAAAAADRI/0AN9Dycio-s/s400/4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Gridlock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor takes Martha far into the future to New Earth to hopefully see some wonderful sights like he did with Rose. However, everything has changed... Pharmacists are selling dangerous mood drugs and thousands of people are trapped on the motorway below, with no chance of escape. When Martha is kidnapped by one of these motorists the Doctor has to save her before it's too late On top of all this, Boe is waiting with a massive secret...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant MARTHA JONES - Freema Agyeman THOMAS KINCADE BRANNIGAN - Ardal O'Hanlon VALARIE - Jennifer Hennessey THE FACE OF BOE - Struan Rodger NOVICE HAME - Anna Hope MILO - Travis Oliver CHEEN - Lenora Crichlow ALICE - Bridget Turner MAY - Georgine Anderson WHITEY - Simon Pearsall JAVIT - Daisy Lewis BUSINESSMAN - Nicholas Bolton SALLY CALYPSO - Erika Macleod MA - Judy Norman PA - Graham Padden PALE WOMAN - Lucy Davenport PHARMACIST #1 - Tom Edden PHARMACIST #2 - Natasha Williams PHARMACIST #3 - Gayle Telfer Stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast&lt;/strong&gt;: 14th April 2007, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.41 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ever heard the word rebound?” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“She’s alone, she’s lost, she doesn’t belong on this planet and it’s all my fault.” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Sometimes I think he likes me, but sometimes I just think he needs someone with him…” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“I didn’t really think, I just followed the Doctor and… they don’t even know where I am, my Mum and Dad… if I died here they’d never know.” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“But that means that the only hope right now is… a complete stranger.” Cheen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“You’ve got your faith, you’ve got your songs and your hymns, and I’ve got the Doctor.” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Don’t you go dying on me you big old face, you’ve gotta see this!” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Everything has it’s time, you know that old friend, better than most.” The Face of Boe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“I am the last of my kind as you are the last of yours, Doctor” The Face of Boe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“You are not alone…” The Face of Boe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“You don’t talk! You never say! Why not?” Martha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“I’m not just a Time Lord; I’m the last of the Time Lords.” The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“There was a war, a Time war. The last great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks for the sake of all creation and they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They’re all gone now… my family, my friends, even that sky… Oh, you should have seen it that old planet. The second sun would rise in the South and the mountains would shine. The leaves on the trees were silver, when they caught the light every morning they looked like a forest on fire. When the autumn came, a breeze would blow through the branches like a song…” The Doctor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNkeK-j9I/AAAAAAAADRA/l5cAilVuGgM/s1600-h/5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285974245363322834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNkeK-j9I/AAAAAAAADRA/l5cAilVuGgM/s400/5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Helen Raynor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Daleks, showgirls, pig slaves and lightning. That's what you would see in these amazing episodes! Yes, the Daleks are back and they are worse than ever! They have created a Hybrid out of Dalek Sec and want to evolve their race more than ever! Will they succeed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant MARTHA JONES - Freema Agyeman SOLOMON - Hugh Quarshie TALLULAH - Miranda Raison LASZLO - Ryan Carnes FRANK Andrew - Garfield MR DIAGORAS - Eric Loren MYRNA - Flik Schwinn MAN #1 - Earl Perkins MAN #2 - Peter Brooke FOREMAN - Ian Porter LOIS - Alexis Caley WORKER #1 - Joe Montana WORKER #2 - Stewart Alexander DOCK WORKER - Mel Taylor HERO PIG - Paul Kasey DALEK OPERATORS - Barnaby Edwards, Nicolas Pegg, Anthony Spargo, David Hankinson, Dave Ross VOICE OF DALEKS - Nicholas Briggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 21st and 28th April 2007, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 6.69/6.97 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming Soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNHigwT-I/AAAAAAAADQ4/IhrkaGrGa94/s1600-h/6.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285973748312199138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNHigwT-I/AAAAAAAADQ4/IhrkaGrGa94/s400/6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Lazarus Experiment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Stephen Greenhorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Professor Lazarus creates a machine which can make you look younger, and surprisingly it does work. However, it has some disastrous side-effects! Lazarus turns into a hideous creature which begins killing... can the Doctor and Martha stop him before it kills everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant MARTHA JONES - Freema Agyeman LAZARUS - Mark Gatiss LADY THAW - Thelma Barlow LEO JONES - Reggie Yates FRANCINE JONES - Adjoa Andoh TISH JONES - Gugu Mbatha-Raw PARTY GUEST - Lucy O'Donnell MYSTERIOUS MAN - Bertie Carvell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast&lt;/strong&gt;: 5th May 2007, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.19 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNHayobcI/AAAAAAAADQw/11_OOAO6NEw/s1600-h/8.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285973746239696322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNHayobcI/AAAAAAAADQw/11_OOAO6NEw/s400/8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Chris Chibnall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor and Martha are travelling in the TARDIS when they receive a signal from a ship which is hurtling towards the Sun. They have 42 minutes to try and stop it, but everything seems to be going wrong..Crew members are mysteriously dying and a strange force is infecting the crew and the Doctor... Can Martha and Captain McDonnell stop it and save everyone onboard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant MARTHA JONES - Freema Agyeman KATH McDONNELL - Michelle Collins RILEY VASHTEE - William Ash ORIN SCANNELL - Anthony Flanagan HAL KORWIN - Matthew Chambers DEV ASHTON - Gary Powell ABI LERNER - Vinette Robinson ERINA LESSAK - Rebecca Oldfield SINISTER WOMAN - Elize du Toit VOICE OF COUNTDOWN - Joshua Hill FRANCINE JONES - Adjoa Andoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 19th April 2007, BBC One (Delayed due to Eurovision)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.41 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes: &lt;/strong&gt;Coming soon...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNHLmzLII/AAAAAAAADQo/dr4NKrnWhyk/s1600-h/9.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285973742163537026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNHLmzLII/AAAAAAAADQo/dr4NKrnWhyk/s400/9.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Human Nature/The Family of Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Paul Cornell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; When the Doctor and Martha are followed by the Family the Doctor has no choice but to temporarily change into a human. He does so, and they end up in 1913. Martha has to make sure John Smith stays away from the Family, but when he falls in love with nurse Joan Redfern, Martha finds it extremely difficult.. On top of this, a young boy opens the fob watch which the Doctor's Time Lord self is hidden in and this attracts the Family... what will Martha do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant MARTHA JONES - Freema Agyeman NURSE JOAN REDFERN - Jessica StevensonJEREMY BAINES - Harry Lloyd TIM LATIMER - Thomas Sangster HUTCHINSON - Tom Palmer ROCASTLE - Pip Torrens JENNY - Rebekah Staten MR. CLARK - Gerard Horan LUCY CARTWRIGHT - Lauren Wilson PHILLIPS - Matthew White DOORMAN - Derek Smith MR CHAMBERS - Peter Bourke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 26th May/2nd June 2007, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.74/7.21 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNG4DGqQI/AAAAAAAADQg/mtbZoBJkCbE/s1600-h/10.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285973736913545474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNG4DGqQI/AAAAAAAADQg/mtbZoBJkCbE/s400/10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Blink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Steven Moffat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;: In an old house many Weeping Angels wait.. Sally Sparrow investigates the abandoned house and when her friend Kathy disappears mysterious clues from years ago start appearing. When a man called the Doctor leaves messages on some tapes Sally realises what she has to do, but can she achieve it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant MARTHA JONES - Freema Agyeman SALLY SPARROW - Carey Mulligan KATHY NIGHINGALE - Lucy Gaskell BILLY SHIPTON - Michael Obiora LARRY NIGHTINGALE - Finlay Robertson BANTO - Ian Boldsworth MALCOLM WAINWRIGHT - Richard Cant BEN WAINWRIGHT -Thomas Nelstrop OLD BILLY - Louis Mahoney DESK SERGEANT - Ray Sawyer WEEPING ANGEL - Aga Blonksa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast&lt;/strong&gt;: 9th June 2007, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 6.62 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;: Coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNGwNoBhI/AAAAAAAADQY/KRqDzvDnLOs/s1600-h/11.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285973734810191378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNGwNoBhI/AAAAAAAADQY/KRqDzvDnLOs/s400/11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Utopia/The Sound of Drums/Last of the TimeLords&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;: The Doctor, Martha and Jack must stop the Master before it's too late.. But it isn't as easy as it seems.. the Master is Prime Minister of Britain and has control over everyone.... Onboard the Valiant things take a turn for the worse and it's down to Martha alone to save the world. Can she do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant MARTHA JONES - Freema Agyeman CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS - John Barrowman THE MASTER - John Simm TOM MULLIGAN - Tom Ellis MISS DEXTER - Elize Du Toit LUCY SAXON - Alexandra Moen TOM MILLIGAN - Tom Ellis PROFESSOR DOCHERTY - Ellie Haddington WOMAN - Natasha Alexander LAD - Tom Golding FRANCINE JONES - Adjoa Andoh CLIVE JONES -Olivia Hill TISH JONES - Gugu Mbatha-Raw LEO JONES - Reggie Yates PROFESSOR YANA - Derek Jacobi PADRA - Rene Zegger CHANTHO - Chipo Chung LT. ATILLO - Neil Readman CHEIFTAIN - Paul Marc Davies CREET - John Bell KISTANE - Deborah Maclaren ALBERT DUMFRIES - Nicholas Gecks VIVIEN ROOK - Nicola McAuliffe US PRESIDENT - Colin Stinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 16th/23rd/30th June 2007, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.84/7.51/8.61 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;: Coming soon...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-1606881802958837894?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/1606881802958837894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=1606881802958837894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1606881802958837894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1606881802958837894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-three.html' title='Series Three'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVuNlNvmMkI/AAAAAAAADRg/06sDqUM7wSk/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-4151174671790186753</id><published>2009-06-26T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:51:25.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Series Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiuxGfRcI/AAAAAAAADPA/JEOrtkGNXu0/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645668266755522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiuxGfRcI/AAAAAAAADPA/JEOrtkGNXu0/s400/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Christmas Invasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; With the Doctor seriously ill after regeneration and an alien race called the Sycorax invading the world on Christmas Eve, Rose has never felt so alone.. But can she pluck up the strength to save everyone, without the Doctor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant ROSE TYLER - Billie Piper HARRIET JONES- Penelope Wilton ALEX KLEIN - Adam Garcia DANNY LLWELLYN - Daniel Evans SALLY - Anita Briem MAJOR BLAKE - Chu Omambala SYCORAX LEADER - Sean Glider MICKEY - Noel Clarke JACKIE TYLER - Camille Coduri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 25th December 2005, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 9.8 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Anything else he's got two of?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jackie Tyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I'm gonna get killed by a Christmas tree!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jackie Tyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Did you miss me?"&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Rude and not ginger!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"This new hand, it's a fighting hand!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"No second chance, I'm that sort of a man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Don't you think she looks tired?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I think you're mad, the pair of you. It's like you go looking for trouble."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jackie Tyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"And it is gonna be... fantastic!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Doctor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpioMtkJ_I/AAAAAAAADO4/XGQolaNC2P4/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645555419326450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpioMtkJ_I/AAAAAAAADO4/XGQolaNC2P4/s400/2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The newly regenerated Doctor takes Rose to New Earth to see some amazing sights, and they do.. wonderfully blue skies, beautiful apple grass, the breathtaking city... But things take a turn for the worse when they visit the local hospital.. Cat nuns, Cassandra, the Face of Boe, 1000s of sick patients.. Will the Doctor be able to sort out everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant ROSE TYLER - Billie Piper CASSANDRA - Zoë Wanamaker DUKE OF MANHATTAN - Michael Fitzgerald FRAU CLOVIS - Lucy Robinson MATRON CASP - Dona Croll SISTER JATT - Adjoa Andoh NOVICE HARNE - Anna Hope CHIP - Sean Gallagher MICKEY - Noel Clarke JACKIE TYLER - Camille Coundri FACE OF BOE - Struan Rodger PATIENT - Simon Ludders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 15th April 2006, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.6 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Can I just say, travelling with you... I love it." Rose Tyler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"What do you think I'm gonna do? Flap you to death?" Cassandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Oh my God! I'm a chav!" Rose/Cassandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I'm the Doctor! And if you don't like it - if you want to take it to a higher authority, there isn't one. It stops with me!" The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Two hearts! I'm beating out a samba!" The Doctor/Cassandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"You're completely mad! I can see why she likes you." Rose/Cassandra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpinrq6Y0I/AAAAAAAADOw/HxTSUvg4Az0/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645546549830466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpinrq6Y0I/AAAAAAAADOw/HxTSUvg4Az0/s400/3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tooth and Claw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; When the Doctor takes Rose to Scotland and they meet Queen Victoria she takes them to Torchwood house for the night. However, things take a turn for the worse, and it turns out mysterious monks want the throne! They attack with a deadly, legendary beast.. a werewolf... But can they survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant ROSE TYLER - Billie Piper FATHER ANGELO - Ian Hanmore CAPTAIN REYNOLDS - Jamie Sives STEWARD - Ron Donachie THE HOST - Tom Smith LADY ISOBEL -Michelle Duncan FLORA - Ruth Milne SIR ROBERT - Derek Riddell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 22nd April 2006, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 9.2 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I like my thumb! I need my thumb, I'm very attached to my thumb..." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Och aye! I've been oot and aboot!" Rose Tyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Pardon me your majesty, you're gonna have to leg it out the window." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Sir Doctor of TARDIS." Queen Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Dame Rose Tyler of the Powell Estate." Queen Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I am not amused!" Queen Victoria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpinfBsIfI/AAAAAAAADOo/gGC-u46JUCc/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645543155704306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpinfBsIfI/AAAAAAAADOo/gGC-u46JUCc/s400/4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School Reunion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Toby Whitehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Mickey calls the Doctor and Rose to a local school where something strange is going on. Little do the TARDIS crew know that an old companion of the Doctor's is already investigating and that they are about to be reunited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - DAVID TENNANT Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Mr Finch - ANTHONY HEAD Mickey Smith - NOEL CLARKE Sarah Jane Smith - ELISABETH SLADEN Mr Parsons - ROD ARTHUR Mr Wagner - EUGENE WASHINGTON Nina - HEATHER LOUISE CAMERON Kenny - JOE PICKLEY Luke - BEN SMITH Milo - CLEM TIBBER Melissa - LUCINDA DRYZEK Dinner Lady - CAROLINE BERRY K9 (voice ) - JOHN LEESON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.3 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 29th April 2006, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming Soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpimzRnFpI/AAAAAAAADOg/AzU5jkXbkBM/s1600-h/5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645531411322514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpimzRnFpI/AAAAAAAADOg/AzU5jkXbkBM/s400/5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Girl in the Fireplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Steven Moffat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor, Rose and Mickey land on a mysterious spaceship which appears to have hundreds of time windows going to a woman called Reinette's life. The Doctor soon befriends Reinette, but who is behind the spaceship, and what do they want with the completely innocent Madame De Pompadour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring&lt;/strong&gt;: THE DOCTOR - David Tennant ROSE TYLER - Billie Piper MICKEY SMITH - Noel Clarke MADAME DE POMPADOUR - Sophia Myles KING LOUIS XIV - Ben Turner REINETTE - Jessica Atkins KATHERINE - Angel Coulby MANSERVANT - Gareth Wyn Griffiths CLOCKWORK MAN - Paul Kasey CLOCKWORK WOMAN - Ellen Thomas VOICE OF CLOCKWORK MAN - Daryl Adcock VOICE OF CLOCKWORK WOMAN - Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 6th May 2006, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.9 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpimgN126I/AAAAAAAADOY/0o4TvTgBhYo/s1600-h/6.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645526295239586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpimgN126I/AAAAAAAADOY/0o4TvTgBhYo/s400/6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rise of the Cybermen/The Age of Steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Tom MacRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; When the Doctor, Rose and Mickey become trapped on a parallel world things take a dramatic turn when Rose discovers her father, Pete, is still alive.Things turn worse, and the Cybermen are back! With a new creator, John Lumic, they are worse than ever, but can they be stopped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant ROSE TYLER - Billie Piper MICKEY SMITH - Noel Clarke JACKIE TYLER - Camille Coduri JOHN LUMIC - Roger Lloyd-Pack CYBER-LEADER - Paul Kasey JAKE SIMMONDS - Andrew Hayden-Smith CYBER-VOICES - Nicholas Briggs CYBER-LEADER - Paul Kasey THE PRESIDENT OF UNITED KINGDOM - Don Warrington RITA-ANNE - Mona Hammond MRS MOORE - Helen Griffin MR CRANE - Colin Spaull DR KENDRICK -Paul Anthony-Barber MORRIS - Adam Shaw SOLDIER - Andrew Ufondo NEWSREADER - Duncan Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 13th/20th April 2006, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings&lt;/strong&gt;: 9.2 million and 7.6 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiTli9OLI/AAAAAAAADOQ/YW8pT4RWATk/s1600-h/7.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645201308465330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiTli9OLI/AAAAAAAADOQ/YW8pT4RWATk/s400/7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; The Idiot's Lantern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Mark Gatiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor and Rose travel to 1953, the year of Queen Elizabeth II's coronation. Everyone is gearing up for the big day by purchasing strangely cheap TVs from the Magpies store. However, behind closed doors strange things are happening in the shop... and a mysterious creature called the Wire is using Magpie to control everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant ROSE TYLER - Billie Piper RITA CONNOLLY - Debra Gillett TOMMY CONNOLLY - Rory Jennings MRS GALLAGHER - Marie Lewis DET. INSP. BISHOP - Sam Cox AUNTY BETTY - Jean Challis EDDIE CONNOLLY - Jamie Foreman MAGPIE - Ron Cook GRANDMA CONNOLLY - Margaret John THE WIRE - Maureen Lipman CRABTREE - Ieuan Rhys SECURITY GUARD - Christopher Driscoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 27th April 2006, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 6.7 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiTIRfA-I/AAAAAAAADOI/cI6GWK1tVzc/s1600-h/8.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645193450554338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiTIRfA-I/AAAAAAAADOI/cI6GWK1tVzc/s400/8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Matt Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; When the Doctor and Rose land on a planet in orbit around a black hole things seem... impossible.. And when crew members begin dying, the Ood begin behaving strangely and strange messages are being transmitted on board things take a turn for the worse.. The Doctor and Ida travel miles and miles down to see what exactly is keeping them in orbit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David TennantROSE TYLER - Billie Piper TOBY ZED - Will Thorp MR JEFFERSON - Danny Webb VOICE OF THE BAEST Gabriel Woolf ZACHERY CROSS - FLANE - Shaun Parkes DANNY BARTOCK - Ronny Jhutti SCOOTI MANISTA - MyAnna Buring IDA SCOTT - Claire Rushbrook THE OOD - Paul Kasey VOICE OF THE OOD - Silas Carson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 3rd and 10th June 2006, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 6.3/6.0 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;: Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiSi5JSiI/AAAAAAAADOA/YAxuYlveWqk/s1600-h/9.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645183416355362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiSi5JSiI/AAAAAAAADOA/YAxuYlveWqk/s400/9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Love and Monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; A man called Elton becomes obsessed with the Doctor and forms a group called LINDA, where other fans of the TimeLord meet up and try and track down the Doctor. However, the leader of the group, Victor Kennedy, is hiding something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant ROSE TYLER - Billie Piper VICTOR KENNEDY/ABZORBALOFF - Peter Kay ELTON POPE - Marc Warren JACKIE TYLER - Camille Coduri URSULA BLAKE - Shirley Henderson MR SKINNER - Simon Greenall BRIDGET - Moya Brady BLISS - Kathryn Drysdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 17th June 2006, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 6.6 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiSjh_QHI/AAAAAAAADN4/r5uXRgCpLnw/s1600-h/10.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645183587663986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiSjh_QHI/AAAAAAAADN4/r5uXRgCpLnw/s400/10.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fear Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Matthew Graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor takes Rose to 2012 where everyone is preparing from the London Olympic Games. However, many people are going missing on the same street.. and Chloe Webber is looking suspicious... Will the Doctor and Rose be able to find out what is going on, before it's too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant ROSE TYLER - Billie Piper MAEVE - Edna Dore TOM'S DAD - Tim Faraday NEIGHBOUR - Erica Eirian POLICEMAN - Stephen Marzella DRIVER - Richard Nicols TRISH - Nina Sosanya KEL - Abdul Salis CHLOE - Abisola Agbaje COMMENTATOR - Huw Edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 24th June 2006, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.1 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiSaRlhlI/AAAAAAAADNw/xtGvHFq50Ew/s1600-h/11.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645181102949970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiSaRlhlI/AAAAAAAADNw/xtGvHFq50Ew/s400/11.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Army of Ghosts/Doomsday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; In this heartbreaking finale, the Daleks and Cybermen do battle against eachother and everyone on Earth.. the Doctor finds a way to stop them, but it could mean the death of Rose Tyler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOCTOR - David Tennant ROSE TYLER - Billie Piper MICKEY SMITH - Noel Clarke JACKIE TYLER - Camille Coduri YVONNE HARTMAN - Tracey Ann-Oberman DR RAJESH SINGH - Raji James GARETH - Hadley Fraser ADEOLA - Freema Agyemann PEGGY MITCHELL - Barbara Windsor MATT - Oliver Mellor EILEEN - Rachel Webster POLICE COMMISSIONER - David Warwick CYBERMEN VOICES - Nicholas Briggs DALEK VOICES - Nicholas Briggs INDIAN NEWSREADER - Hajaz Akram HOUSEWIFE - Maddi Cryer FRENCH NEWSREADER - Anthony Debaeck WEATHERMAN - Paul Fields JAPANESE GIRL - Kyoko Morita JAPANESE NEWSREADER - Takako Akashi CYBER LEADER - Paul Kasey DALEK OPERATORS - Barnaby Edwards, Nicholas Pegg, Stuart Crossman, Anthony Spargo, Dan Barratt, David Hankinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 1st and 8th July 2006, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings&lt;/strong&gt;: 8.2 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-4151174671790186753?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/4151174671790186753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=4151174671790186753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/4151174671790186753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/4151174671790186753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-two.html' title='Series Two'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpiuxGfRcI/AAAAAAAADPA/JEOrtkGNXu0/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-1675023975702895533</id><published>2009-06-26T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:50:28.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Series One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSpSvF8aI/AAAAAAAADNg/qeMf5eqrrqs/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627982030172578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSpSvF8aI/AAAAAAAADNg/qeMf5eqrrqs/s400/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; When Rose Tyler comes across a strange man called The Doctor her life will never be the same again... He blows up her work place, wrestles a plastic hand and stops the Nestene Consciousness... But can Rose do it all again when he asks her to travel with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Jackie Tyler - CAMILLE CODURI Mickey Smith - NOEL CLARKE Clive - MARK BENTON Caroline - ELLIE GARNETT Clive's Son - ADAM McCOY Autons - ALAN RUSCOE, PAUL KASEY DAVID SANT, ELIZABETH FOST, HELEN OTWAY Nestene Voice - NICHOLAS BRIGGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 2nd April 2005, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings&lt;/strong&gt;: 7.9 million &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSpLN2EnI/AAAAAAAADNY/bJanTWR2nQQ/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627980011672178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSpLN2EnI/AAAAAAAADNY/bJanTWR2nQQ/s400/2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The End of the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written By: Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Synopsis: The Doctor takes Rose to the year Five Billion where several aliens on a spaceship are gathered to watch the Sun expand and destory the Earth. However, a murderer is at work controlling deadly Spiders and plotting against everyone, but will she succeed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Steward - SIMON DAY Jabe - YASMIN BANNERMAN Moxx of Balhoon - JIMMY VEE Cassandra - ZOË WANAMAKER Jackie Tyler - CAMILLE CODURI Raffalo - BECCY ARMORY Computer Voice - SARA STEWART Alien Voices - SILAS CARSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 2nd April 2005, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings&lt;/strong&gt;: 7.9 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Welcome to the end of the world." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Moisturise me!" Cassandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm talking to a twig..." Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"They're just so alien! The aliens are so... alien! You look at them, and they're alien!" Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I failed hullabulo." Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Then stop wasting time, Time Lord." Jabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Everything has its time and everything dies." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"My planet's gone, dead. It burned like the Earth. Just rocks and dust, before its time." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm a Time Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords. They're all gone. I'm the only survivor, I'm left travelling on my own 'cause there's no one else." The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want chips." Rose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSpIscATI/AAAAAAAADNQ/6Gs0Tjm7aDo/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627979334680882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSpIscATI/AAAAAAAADNQ/6Gs0Tjm7aDo/s400/3.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Unquiet Dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Mark Gatiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;: The Doctor takes Rose back to 1869 to Victorian Cardiff, where Charles Dickens is in his prime telling his stories to everyone. However, Mr Sneed the local undertaker is hiding something, and after a mysterious dead lady appears during one of Dickens' performances they know something is wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Gabriel Sneed - ALAN DAVID Redpath -HUW RHYS Mrs Peace - JENNIFER HILL Gwyneth - EVE MYLES Charles Dickens - SIMON CALLOW Stage Manager - WAYNE CATER Driver - MEIC POVEY The Gelth - ZOE THORNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 9th April 2005, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.8 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;: Coming soon… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSoxUX61I/AAAAAAAADNI/hZsxjEryBH4/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627973059734354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSoxUX61I/AAAAAAAADNI/hZsxjEryBH4/s400/4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aliens of London/WW3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor takes Rose home, but when a spaceship crash lands in the middle of London everyone panics... The Doctor investigates, but discovers that the Slitheen are plotting and trying to gather some money. Will their plan work, or will they be stopped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Jackie Tyler - CAMILLE CODURI Spray Painter - COREY DOABE Policeman - CERIS JONES Reporter - JACK TARLTON Reporter - LACHELE CARL Ru - FIESTA MEI LING Bau - BASIL CHUNG Matt Baker - As himself Andrew Marr - As himself General Asquith - RUPERT VANSITTART Joseph Green - DAVID VERREY Indra Ganesh - NAVIN CHOWDRY Harriet Jones - PENELOPE WILTON Margaret Blaine - ANNETTE BADLAND Doctor Sato - NAOKO MORI Oliver Charles - ERIC POTTS Mickey Smith - NOEL CLARKE Alien - JIMMY VEE Strickland - STEVE SPEIRS Slitheen - ELIZABETH FOST PAUL KASEY ALAN RUSCOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 16th and 23rd April 2005, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.6/7.9 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSopRnDII/AAAAAAAADNA/wVc0H51L4G4/s1600-h/5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627970900659330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSopRnDII/AAAAAAAADNA/wVc0H51L4G4/s400/5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dalek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Robert Shearman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;: The Doctor and Rose travel to a museum where the owner Henry Van Statten is keeping old alien artefacts for everyone to see. However, inside the museum he has an alien which is alive...The Doctor discovers he is keeping a Dalek and will do anything to stop him before the Dalek kills everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor- CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Polkowski - STEVEN BECKINGHAM Henry van Statten - COREY JOHNSON Goddard - ANNA-LOUISE PLOWMAN Adam - BRUNO LANGLEY Simmons - NIGEL WHITMEY Bywater - JOHN SCHWAB De Maggio - JANA CARPENTER Commander - JOE MONTANA Dalek Operator - BARNABY EDWARDS Dalek Voice - NICHOLAS BRIGGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast&lt;/strong&gt;: 30th April 2005, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.6 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;: Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSa4wp5bI/AAAAAAAADM4/pihnwFyO4Pk/s1600-h/6.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627734539232690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSa4wp5bI/AAAAAAAADM4/pihnwFyO4Pk/s400/6.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Long Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Written By: Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; In the far future, Satellite 5 broadcasts to the entire Earth Empire and the Doctor, Rose and Adam travel there to see what is going on.However, as soon as they arrive, trouble follows. Just exactly what is going on upstairs on Floor 500?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Adam - BRUNO LANGLEY Grimy Man - COLIN PROCKTER Cathica - CHRISTINE ADAMS Suki - ANNA MAXWELL-MARTIN The Editor - SIMON PEGG Nurse - TAMSIN GREIG Adam's Mum - JUDY HOLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast&lt;/strong&gt;: 7th May 2005, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 8.0 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;: Coming soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSadVRg2I/AAAAAAAADMw/DP1KprVuQ4Y/s1600-h/7.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627727176631138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSadVRg2I/AAAAAAAADMw/DP1KprVuQ4Y/s400/7.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Father's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Paul Cornell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Rose travels back to 1987, to witness the day her Father died. But when she interferes in the course of events, the monstrous Reapers are unleashed upon the world, and a wedding day turns into a massacre. Even the Doctor is powerless, as the Human Race is devoured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor -CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Jackie Tyler - CAMILLE CODURI Pete Tyler - SHAUN DINGWALL Registrar - ROBERT BARTON Young Rose - JULIA JOYCE Stuart - CHRISTOPHER LLEWELLYN Sonny - FRANK ROZELAAR-GREEN Sarah - NATALIE JONES Bev - EIRLYS BELLIN Suzie - RHIAN JAMES Young Mickey - CASEY DYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 14th May 2005, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings&lt;/strong&gt;: 8.0 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;: Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSaMdmJPI/AAAAAAAADMo/fxrgPTsCpDw/s1600-h/8.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627722648134898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSaMdmJPI/AAAAAAAADMo/fxrgPTsCpDw/s400/8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By&lt;/strong&gt;: Steven Moffat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; London, 1941, at the height of the Blitz. The Doctor and Rose arrive there and meet Captain Jack Harkness... but can he be trusted?Also, a mysterious cylinder has crash landed and hundreds of gas mask people are appearing.. Can the Doctor heal them in time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor- CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Jack Harkness - JOHN BARROWMAN Dr Constantine - RICHARD WILSON Nancy - FLORENCE HOATH Mrs Lloyd - CHERYL FERGISON Mr Lloyd - DAMIAN SAMUELS The Child - ALBERT VALENTINE Algy - ROBERT HANDS Jim - JOSEPH TREMAIN Ernie - JORDAN MURPHY Alf - BRANDON MILLER The Child's voice - NOAH JOHNSON Computer voice - DIAN PERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 21st and 28th May 2005, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.1/6.8 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSaPgulZI/AAAAAAAADMg/AACd-Bm90VI/s1600-h/9.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627723466577298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSaPgulZI/AAAAAAAADMg/AACd-Bm90VI/s400/9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Boomtown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor takes Rose and Jack to Cardiff where they take a break and chill out. However, an old enemy is still alive and plotting away to build a nuclear power station right on top of the rift... Can the TARDIS crew stop her in time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor - CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Jack - JOHN BARROWMAN Mickey - NOEL CLARKE Margaret Blaine - ANNETTE BADLAND Mr Cleaver - WILLIAM THOMAS Cathy Salt - MALI HARRIES Idris Hopper - ALED PEDRICK Margaret Slitheen - ALAN RUSCOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 4th May 2005, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 7.6 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSZ8pq8zI/AAAAAAAADMY/V85sfpFd4f0/s1600-h/10.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285627718403814194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSZ8pq8zI/AAAAAAAADMY/V85sfpFd4f0/s400/10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Written By: Russell T Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Synopsis: The Doctor, Rose and Captain Jack have to fight for their lives when they are entered into deathly gameshows but that's not the worst thing to happen..Little do they know, the Dalek and their Emperor are waiting for them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Starring: The Doctor -CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON Rose Tyler - BILLIE PIPER Captain Jack - JOHN BARROWMAN Voice of Anne Droid - ANNE ROBINSON Voice of Davinadroid - DAVINA McCALL Voice of Trine-e - TRINNY WOODALL Voice of Zu-Zana - SUSANNAH CONSTANTINELynda - JO JOYNER Strood - JAMIE BRADLEY Crosbie - ABI ENIOLA Rodrick - PATERSON JOSEPH FloorManager - JENNA RUSSELL Male Programmer - JO STONE-FEWINGS Female Programmer - NISHA NAYAR Agorax - DOMINIC BURGESS Fitch - KARREN WINCHESTER Colleen - KATE LOUSTAU Broff - SEBASTIAN ARMESTO Controller - MARTHA COPE Security Guard - SAM CALLIS Androids - ALAN RUSCOE, PAUL KASEY Dalek Operators - BARNABY EDWARDS, NICHOLAS PEGG, DAVID HANKINSON Dalek Voice - NICHOLAS BRIGGS Daleks created by - TERRY NATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;First Broadcast: 11th and 18th June 2005, BBC One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Total Ratings: 6.8/6.9 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quotes: Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-1675023975702895533?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/1675023975702895533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=1675023975702895533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1675023975702895533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1675023975702895533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-one.html' title='Series One'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SVpSpSvF8aI/AAAAAAAADNg/qeMf5eqrrqs/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-1086255721788471975</id><published>2009-05-25T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:48:47.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallpapers</title><content type='html'>Here are some wallpapers exclusively made for The-OncomingStorm, all credit to Rachael for them. More will be added soon! Click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Shrn90EhytI/AAAAAAAAEio/Pje39cJyhmo/s1600-h/Rose.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339835357336816338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Shrn90EhytI/AAAAAAAAEio/Pje39cJyhmo/s400/Rose.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-1086255721788471975?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/1086255721788471975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=1086255721788471975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1086255721788471975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1086255721788471975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/05/wallpapers.html' title='Wallpapers'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Shrn90EhytI/AAAAAAAAEio/Pje39cJyhmo/s72-c/Rose.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-7612974203976267924</id><published>2009-05-25T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:41:42.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The-OncomingStorm Bookmarks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/ShrmG9XgOKI/AAAAAAAAEig/wMG2rKYVNHM/s1600-h/6.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339833315427891362" style="WIDTH: 127px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/ShreCqmyJ3I/AAAAAAAAEho/lGJO0DiA_Bw/s400/2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeling bored? Here are some random little quizzes to test your Who Knowledge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Doctor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Which sweet did the Doctor played by Tom Baker used to be fond of?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Complete the quote: "No ____ _____. I'm that sort of a man."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Name 10 of his companions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) What was the name of the Doctor's granddaughter?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Which colour hair would the Doctor like to have?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answers: &lt;br /&gt;1) Jelly babies &lt;br /&gt;2) second chances &lt;br /&gt;3) I'm not gonna list them &lt;br /&gt;4) Susan &lt;br /&gt;5) Ginger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Companions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) In how many episodes, to date, has Rose starred as the companion?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Who is Martha's fiance?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Complete Donna's quote: "Don't get clever in _____"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) How many companions returned in Journey's End?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Why can't Donna ever remember the Doctor?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answers: &lt;br /&gt;1) 30 &lt;br /&gt;2) Thomas Milligan &lt;br /&gt;3) Latin (Fires of Pompeii) &lt;br /&gt;4) 7 &lt;br /&gt;5) She would burn up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enemies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) How did Davros recreate the Daleks during The Stolen Earth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) In how many episodes have the Cybermen appeared in the new series?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Unscramble: THAHETH (2 words)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) How can a Sontaran be stopped?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Why does the Doctor detest the Daleks so much?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answers: &lt;br /&gt;1) He used his own cells &lt;br /&gt;2) 5 &lt;br /&gt;3) The Hath &lt;br /&gt;4) Hitting them on the back of the neck &lt;br /&gt;5) They killed a lot of his family during the Time War&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I never said it was gonna be hard, but I hope it killed some time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-4884562207199910857?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/4884562207199910857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=4884562207199910857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/4884562207199910857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/4884562207199910857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/05/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/ShreCqmyJ3I/AAAAAAAAEho/lGJO0DiA_Bw/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-8015168614012616038</id><published>2009-05-25T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:02:49.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Submit Content</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/ShrcfH6skEI/AAAAAAAAEhg/mdMv_tlodhA/s1600-h/dh.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339822735460438082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/ShrcfH6skEI/AAAAAAAAEhg/mdMv_tlodhA/s400/dh.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's hard adding all this stuff to the site, so sometimes I need help! You can submit any appropriate content you like, whether it's news, graphics, page ideas, fan fictions... the list goes on and on! The address to send your stuff to is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-8015168614012616038?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/8015168614012616038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=8015168614012616038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/8015168614012616038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/8015168614012616038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/05/submit-content.html' title='Submit Content'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/ShrcfH6skEI/AAAAAAAAEhg/mdMv_tlodhA/s72-c/dh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-6490653159706531958</id><published>2009-05-05T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:58:31.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Song is Ending...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SgCMHG5lcXI/AAAAAAAAEY0/hZ9Se1Ts46I/s1600-h/dsg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332416012545782130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SgCMHG5lcXI/AAAAAAAAEY0/hZ9Se1Ts46I/s400/dsg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the Tenth Doctor is due to regenerate soon, but how exactly? I want to hear you theories as to what will cause him to change. A Dalek extermination, or maybe death by the Master? Post your comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-6490653159706531958?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/6490653159706531958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=6490653159706531958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/6490653159706531958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/6490653159706531958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/05/his-song-is-ending.html' title='His Song is Ending...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SgCMHG5lcXI/AAAAAAAAEY0/hZ9Se1Ts46I/s72-c/dsg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-6485411571751058037</id><published>2009-04-15T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:09:01.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SeYuCJ4BwMI/AAAAAAAAEVE/4XE9SMJEN4A/s1600-h/13.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324994223957721282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SeYuCJ4BwMI/AAAAAAAAEVE/4XE9SMJEN4A/s400/13.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special No 1: The Next Doctor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor takes a trip to Victorian London on Christmas Eve and discovers a man who claims to be called the Doctor and has a TARDIS, a sonic screwdriver and even a companion! As if that wasn't enough, the Cybermen are back! What will the Doctors do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring&lt;/strong&gt;: The Doctor - DAVID TENNANT The Other Doctor - DAVID MORRISSEY Miss Hartigan - DERVLA KIRWAN Rosita - VELILE TSHABALALA Cybershade - Ruari Mears Cyberleader - PAUL KASEY Mr Scoones - EDMUND KENTE Mr Cole - MICHAEL BERTENSHAW Vicar - JASON MORELL Jed - NEIL MCDERMOTT Lad - ASHLEY HORNE Frederick - TOM LANGFORD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 25th December 2008, BBC One &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; 13.1 million &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324995194123465410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SeYu6oBkMsI/AAAAAAAAEVM/1wqbwygWDwg/s400/gsd.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special No 2: Planet of the Dead&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written By:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies and Gareth Roberts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Russell T Davies and Gareth Roberts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;: The Doctor gets onboard an ordinary double decker bus, which suddenly transports to a deserted planet. But with a jewel thief onboard and a swarm of devouring creatures approaching, will he escape alive? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring&lt;/strong&gt;: The Doctor - DAVID TENNANT Lady Christina de Souza - MICHELLE RYAN Malcolm Taylor - LEE EVANS Capt. Magambo - NOMA DUMEZWENI D.I McMillan - ADAM JAMES Sergeant Dennison - GLEEN DOHERTY Angela - VICTORIA ALCOCK Nathan - DAVID AMES Carmen - ELLEN THOMAS Lou - REGINALD TSIBOE Barclay - DANIEL KALUUYA Bus Driver - KEITH PARRY Sergeant - JAMES LAYTON Tritovore - PAUL KASEY/RUARI MEARS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Broadcast:&lt;/strong&gt; 11th April, 2009, BBC One &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; TBA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt; Coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-6485411571751058037?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/6485411571751058037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=6485411571751058037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/6485411571751058037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/6485411571751058037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-no-1-next-doctor-written-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SeYuCJ4BwMI/AAAAAAAAEVE/4XE9SMJEN4A/s72-c/13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-1362695496869512087</id><published>2009-04-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:42:45.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Win Dr Who Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SdzvP4xmHkI/AAAAAAAAEPU/uj7jXCMBcVY/s1600-h/sg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322391915862564418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SdzvP4xmHkI/AAAAAAAAEPU/uj7jXCMBcVY/s400/sg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a Whovian, I have plenty of Dr Who books lying around in my room, but they're cluttering up my space a little, so I'm offering you the chance to in some of the books every 2 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, April, you can win 'The Stone Rose' or 'The Last Dodo.' To have a chance, answer this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the name of the man who thought he was the Doctor in the Christmas Special 'The Next Doctor?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Send your answer to &lt;a href="mailto:becky-theoncomingstorm@msn.com"&gt;becky-theoncomingstorm@msn.com&lt;/a&gt; by June 1st. Good luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-1362695496869512087?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/1362695496869512087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=1362695496869512087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1362695496869512087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1362695496869512087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/04/win-dr-who-books.html' title='Win Dr Who Books!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SdzvP4xmHkI/AAAAAAAAEPU/uj7jXCMBcVY/s72-c/sg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-5794951548070735023</id><published>2009-03-15T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:33:58.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Series One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Sb0OOrWCGRI/AAAAAAAAEGU/jv6OeQta26Q/s1600-h/sdgb.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313418780683147538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Sb0OOrWCGRI/AAAAAAAAEGU/jv6OeQta26Q/s400/sdgb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstormwc.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.1: The Wright Choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingsheltered.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.2: Sheltered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingbarcelona.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.3: Barcelona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingss.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.4: A Sticky Situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingfp.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.5: The Forgotten Planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2008/11/episode-6-doctors-choice.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.6: The Doctor's Choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2008/12/ep-7-race-against-time.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.7: Race Against Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2008/12/ep-8-creatures-of-night.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.8: Creatures of the Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2008/12/doctor-looked-from-beth-to-will-and.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.9: Remember Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/beth-walked-in-through-familiar-doors.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.10: Role Reversal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/ep-11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.11: Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/ep-12.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.12: The Master Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/ep-13.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.13: Betrayal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-5794951548070735023?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/5794951548070735023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=5794951548070735023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/5794951548070735023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/5794951548070735023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/03/series-one.html' title='Series One'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Sb0OOrWCGRI/AAAAAAAAEGU/jv6OeQta26Q/s72-c/sdgb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-2391025113283541467</id><published>2009-03-15T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:15:10.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Sb0M9BV2K2I/AAAAAAAAEGM/wNlENEye4_s/s1600-h/sdgb.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313417377838672738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Sb0M9BV2K2I/AAAAAAAAEGM/wNlENEye4_s/s400/sdgb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During Series One, the Doctor meets Beth and they travel through time and space meeting all sorts of aliens and enemies. Click here to read the stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Sb0M82iJhfI/AAAAAAAAEGE/px8iRl2qiIM/s1600-h/dsg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313417374937482738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Sb0M82iJhfI/AAAAAAAAEGE/px8iRl2qiIM/s400/dsg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sally Sparrow's back! She is now travelling with the Doctor after the events of Blink, but will things go smoothly? Coming in April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-2391025113283541467?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/2391025113283541467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=2391025113283541467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2391025113283541467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2391025113283541467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/03/tales-of-time.html' title='Tales of Time'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Sb0M9BV2K2I/AAAAAAAAEGM/wNlENEye4_s/s72-c/sdgb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-226051402386903875</id><published>2009-03-07T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:48:06.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 A Day Re-restart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SbKWPeNvJXI/AAAAAAAAEEY/mjD2CvAYE4w/s1600-h/pic.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310472103176119666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SbKWPeNvJXI/AAAAAAAAEEY/mjD2CvAYE4w/s400/pic.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, I will admit I've been very rubbish at updating this lately but I'm going to from now on, so welcome to 5-a-day! You know the rules, just answer the questions and send them to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:beckythe-oncomingstorm@msn.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beckythe-oncomingstorm@msn.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the questions for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is the year in which Human Nature/The Family of Blood takes place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is the name of Martha's father's girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Give two references to Torchwood from during Series Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Complete: "I gave them the wrong warning. I should have told them to ____"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Unscramble: NGGERRUNOITDADNE (4 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-226051402386903875?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/226051402386903875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=226051402386903875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/226051402386903875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/226051402386903875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-day-re-restart.html' title='5 A Day Re-restart!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SbKWPeNvJXI/AAAAAAAAEEY/mjD2CvAYE4w/s72-c/pic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-8077640718196270823</id><published>2009-03-07T07:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:39:43.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Site of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SbKUN2jr2jI/AAAAAAAAEEI/upDmtigoP24/s1600-h/banner_maker_-_whovian-world_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310469876327635506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SbKUN2jr2jI/AAAAAAAAEEI/upDmtigoP24/s400/banner_maker_-_whovian-world_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the very first &lt;strong&gt;Site of the Month&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Site Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Whovian-World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Owner&lt;/strong&gt;: The Powerful Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interview:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hi, well done for winning SOTM. Firstly, what's your site name? - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Whovian World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When did you open the site and why? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause I saw all the other Who sites and thought that would be a fun thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What's the best feature of your website? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh, I don't know... everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What can we look forward to in the future coming to the website? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maybe E-books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When did you become a fan of Doctor Who? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can give you an exact date: 26 March 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Who is your favourite Doctor? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;David Tennant. Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What is your favourite website and why? S&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;o many! My 4 favourites are UDW (Ultimate Doctor Who), COT (Children of Time), DWF (Doctor Who Forum?) and TOS (The-OncomingStorm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Who is your favourite companion? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh, it's between Donna and Martha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Are you looking forward to Matt Smith? K&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;inda, but it will be sad when David Tennant leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What would you say to attract people to your website? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There are plenty of features!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to be next month's SOTM? Apply on the SOTM page!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-8077640718196270823?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/8077640718196270823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=8077640718196270823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/8077640718196270823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/8077640718196270823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/03/site-of-month.html' title='Site of the Month'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SbKUN2jr2jI/AAAAAAAAEEI/upDmtigoP24/s72-c/banner_maker_-_whovian-world_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-1579112845765633425</id><published>2009-03-07T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:29:27.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SbKSYGY9k0I/AAAAAAAAEEA/FhgkBGBzP54/s1600-h/ebook2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310467853353063234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SbKSYGY9k0I/AAAAAAAAEEA/FhgkBGBzP54/s400/ebook2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Olivia is a normal teenager with exams, coursework and family troubles. Unable to cope anymore, she flees from her home but suddenly returns back, with a completely different personality and look on life? Just what’s going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor and Martha investigate this dilemma and try to save not only Olivia’s life, but those closest to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out: &lt;/strong&gt;During April 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SbKSXnyb-pI/AAAAAAAAED4/_TPRFuW6YN0/s1600-h/ebook1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310467845138414226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SbKSXnyb-pI/AAAAAAAAED4/_TPRFuW6YN0/s400/ebook1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; The Doctor and Rose arrive on modern day Earth to visit Jackie when suddenly, they realise just how strange things are getting with the police… Accidents and disasters continue happening all week, and when Jackie disappears, it’s clear something isn’t right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the Doctor and Rose be able to save Jackie before the Police reveal their true identity and plans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out: &lt;/strong&gt;During April 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-1579112845765633425?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/1579112845765633425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=1579112845765633425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1579112845765633425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1579112845765633425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-books.html' title='E-Books'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SbKSYGY9k0I/AAAAAAAAEEA/FhgkBGBzP54/s72-c/ebook2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-4814115862627212923</id><published>2009-02-17T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:01:40.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 a Day - Restart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SZsIUKmz5PI/AAAAAAAAD_o/bM3ezrSBM_g/s1600-h/sg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303842128696435954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SZsIUKmz5PI/AAAAAAAAD_o/bM3ezrSBM_g/s400/sg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, so I haven't been very good at updating this, but I've decided to start again. All points will be erased and started over, so send the answers to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk"&gt;bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;QUESTIONS 17-02-09&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Name the people who Harriet Jones contacted using the Subwave Network.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Complete the quote: "For one shining moment, she was the most ____ woman in the Universe."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Unscramble: OAINNTJOES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Name a previous title for the episode 'Forest of the Dead.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) What is the number with which you can contact the Doctor?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-4814115862627212923?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/4814115862627212923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=4814115862627212923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/4814115862627212923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/4814115862627212923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-day-restart.html' title='5 a Day - Restart'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SZsIUKmz5PI/AAAAAAAAD_o/bM3ezrSBM_g/s72-c/sg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-3166263833671879839</id><published>2009-02-09T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:07:08.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions - 9th Feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SZBu2gGpDeI/AAAAAAAAD84/eqXtpx1jrcI/s1600-h/sg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300858644024856034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SZBu2gGpDeI/AAAAAAAAD84/eqXtpx1jrcI/s400/sg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have until 10th February to answer these! Send your answers to the usual email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUESTIONS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Complete the quote: "They survive, they always survive while I ____ everything." (Bonus point for episode and character)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) UNJUMBLE: YYIMETWMIE (2 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Explain as well as you can what the phrase BAD WOLF means and how it happened. (2 points available)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Complete the name of a song from the Series 4 Soundtrack: A _____ End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) During what year did the Doctor and Martha first encounter the Daleks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-3166263833671879839?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/3166263833671879839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=3166263833671879839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/3166263833671879839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/3166263833671879839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/02/questions-9th-feb.html' title='Questions - 9th Feb'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SZBu2gGpDeI/AAAAAAAAD84/eqXtpx1jrcI/s72-c/sg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-2157981730404998674</id><published>2009-02-06T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T03:19:51.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Who Roleplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYwbAHy0dHI/AAAAAAAAD8A/O4kPH0naSQ8/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299640550414382194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYwbAHy0dHI/AAAAAAAAD8A/O4kPH0naSQ8/s400/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've always been interested in this, so now it's finally come to &lt;strong&gt;The-OncomingStorm! &lt;/strong&gt;Doctor Who Roleplay is your chance to act as your favourite Doctor Who characters and chat to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple, you send an email to the usual website address &lt;a href="mailto:bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and say which character you would like to chat as. Then, if you are accepted, you will be sent an email back with the password to the chat website. After, you can talk with others as your character. Here are the general rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Only apply for a characters whose characteristics you know well.&lt;br /&gt;- You can apply for any character (not enemies, aliens etc) in the NEW series.&lt;br /&gt;- Only one person can be a certain character (we can't have several Doctors!).&lt;br /&gt;- IPs will be carefully monitored, so you can only speak as your character.&lt;br /&gt;- You must NOT give away the password to anyone else. If you do, you will be banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to follow these rules, send the email now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-2157981730404998674?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/2157981730404998674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=2157981730404998674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2157981730404998674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2157981730404998674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/02/doctor-who-roleplay.html' title='Doctor Who Roleplay'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYwbAHy0dHI/AAAAAAAAD8A/O4kPH0naSQ8/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-2978591435403051101</id><published>2009-02-06T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T03:07:59.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5-a-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYwVds9y3jI/AAAAAAAAD74/xOCCvj9L_mQ/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299634461538967090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYwVds9y3jI/AAAAAAAAD74/xOCCvj9L_mQ/s400/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to a brand new feature here at &lt;strong&gt;The-OncomingStorm&lt;/strong&gt; entitled '&lt;strong&gt;5-a-Day&lt;/strong&gt;.' No, it's not a campaign or anything to make you eat more fruit and veg, although the Doctor does like bananas... No, it's a brand new way in which you can win prizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is answer 5 questions, which are changed each day, and build up your points (you gain a point for each correct answer). The first person who gains 100 points will win a Doctor Who book of their choice from a list. Interested? The first set of questions are below. Please enter only ONCE for this set, and send your answers to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk"&gt;bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaderboard will be displayed to the right, and once someone wins 100 points, prizes will be given!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTIONS - FRIDAY 6TH FEBRUARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Name 3 of the people who were featured in the death flashback during 'Journey's End' (Series 4)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Complete the quote: "You're right, sometimes I do ____ someone."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Name 3 of the planets (besides the Earth) which were stolen during 'The Stolen Earth.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) How many Doctor Who episodes has Rose Tyler starred in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Unscramble this:  STDUVLARRANIGENLD  (3 words)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The questions will be changed tomorrow, so get the emails in!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-2978591435403051101?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/2978591435403051101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=2978591435403051101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2978591435403051101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2978591435403051101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-day.html' title='5-a-Day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYwVds9y3jI/AAAAAAAAD74/xOCCvj9L_mQ/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-1962265231509400919</id><published>2009-01-23T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:59:32.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/09/doctor.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294492006780403906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXnQbcJKgMI/AAAAAAAADgs/BS2U3RxOq1E/s400/andgk.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/09/donna-noble.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294491995945210242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXnQazx2kYI/AAAAAAAADgk/uUoidJPtGSw/s400/akfn.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/09/rose-tyler.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294491990760349858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXnQagdr4KI/AAAAAAAADgc/eAN-noRB5zk/s400/ANG.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/09/martha-jones.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294491987591870002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXnQaUqQtjI/AAAAAAAADgU/v5RmHj-V0PQ/s400/adng.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-1962265231509400919?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/1962265231509400919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=1962265231509400919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1962265231509400919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1962265231509400919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXnQbcJKgMI/AAAAAAAADgs/BS2U3RxOq1E/s72-c/andgk.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-9119710997664175664</id><published>2009-01-23T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:52:07.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blends</title><content type='html'>Here are some blends that I really like but didn't make; I'm useless with graphics! Special thanks to Emma for most of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SeizeiASZ2I/AAAAAAAAEWA/0u8gSVVukGE/s1600-h/1gns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325703896471070562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SeizeiASZ2I/AAAAAAAAEWA/0u8gSVVukGE/s400/1gns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Seizei9WkSI/AAAAAAAAEV4/Uo8jAjMihEM/s1600-h/jb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325703896727195938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Seizei9WkSI/AAAAAAAAEV4/Uo8jAjMihEM/s400/jb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Seizef8jwRI/AAAAAAAAEVw/uF9ooPft1Dc/s1600-h/hil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325703895918559506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/Seizef8jwRI/AAAAAAAAEVw/uF9ooPft1Dc/s400/hil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYRLKciOJlI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/ma_LShO_0eE/s1600-h/GetAttachment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297441704525047378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYRLKciOJlI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/ma_LShO_0eE/s400/GetAttachment2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYRLKPRqqyI/AAAAAAAAD0I/uCI7lzSMG5U/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297441700965952290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYRLKPRqqyI/AAAAAAAAD0I/uCI7lzSMG5U/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYRLKAIXU9I/AAAAAAAAD0A/FIZTCpiHgfI/s1600-h/GetAttachmedgnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297441696900404178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYRLKAIXU9I/AAAAAAAAD0A/FIZTCpiHgfI/s400/GetAttachmedgnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYRLKMlQ75I/AAAAAAAADz4/wQ2Osx3xURs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297441700242845586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SYRLKMlQ75I/AAAAAAAADz4/wQ2Osx3xURs/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXnCtoq1SEI/AAAAAAAADgM/-_qFEvDMNPI/s1600-h/journeysend-banner-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294476926217701442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXnCtoq1SEI/AAAAAAAADgM/-_qFEvDMNPI/s400/journeysend-banner-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXnCtTz7EVI/AAAAAAAADgE/t2j_tzF8X70/s1600-h/random.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294476920618684754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXnCtTz7EVI/AAAAAAAADgE/t2j_tzF8X70/s400/random.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-9119710997664175664?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/9119710997664175664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=9119710997664175664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/9119710997664175664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/9119710997664175664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/blends.html' title='Blends'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SeizeiASZ2I/AAAAAAAAEWA/0u8gSVVukGE/s72-c/1gns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-596205862865377868</id><published>2009-01-21T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:21:13.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a Whovian?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdTda9xZaI/AAAAAAAADeE/ED7Ncw_d_0A/s1600-h/sfngl.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293791651917030818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdTda9xZaI/AAAAAAAADeE/ED7Ncw_d_0A/s400/sfngl.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many people who watch Doctor Who claim to be Whovians (somebody overly obsessed with Doctor Who and all things surrounding it). However, are they really? Are&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt;? Take &lt;strong&gt;The-OncomingStorm's&lt;/strong&gt; 'Are you a Whovian?' test below and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER YES OR NO TO THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) You watch a Doctor Who episode at least once a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) You think about Doctor Who somehow at least three times a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) You're constantly on the internet searching endless Who websites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) You own most of the merchandise available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Your room is covered with posters and pictures related to Doctor Who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) You know most of the quotes from most of the episodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) You dream about being the companion/Doctor on several occasions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) You always write alternative endings and fan fictions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) You listen to songs and think of how they relate to Doctor Who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) You visit filming locations just to stand on the same spot as David Tennant/Billie Piper etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostly YES'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are definitely a Whovian! Doctor Who is constantly on your mind!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostly NOs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You call yourself a Whovian? You ought to be ashamed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-596205862865377868?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/596205862865377868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=596205862865377868' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/596205862865377868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/596205862865377868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-whovian.html' title='Are you a Whovian?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdTda9xZaI/AAAAAAAADeE/ED7Ncw_d_0A/s72-c/sfngl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-8830199334477249205</id><published>2009-01-21T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:48:10.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatars</title><content type='html'>Here are some of my favourite avatars; I didn't make any of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdO4evimnI/AAAAAAAADds/vTifDKc9Pgo/s1600-h/tenlookatme2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786619229411954" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdO4evimnI/AAAAAAAADds/vTifDKc9Pgo/s400/tenlookatme2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdO4BcNGCI/AAAAAAAADdc/722FlgyV5c0/s1600-h/notoregen.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786611363682338" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdO4BcNGCI/AAAAAAAADdc/722FlgyV5c0/s400/notoregen.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdO3iufP7I/AAAAAAAADdU/QClImSx8ho8/s1600-h/ineedyou.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786603118870450" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdO3iufP7I/AAAAAAAADdU/QClImSx8ho8/s400/ineedyou.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdO4V4ENqI/AAAAAAAADd0/zzvS_DeGFSQ/s1600-h/who4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786616849249954" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdO4V4ENqI/AAAAAAAADd0/zzvS_DeGFSQ/s400/who4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdOj5b-VcI/AAAAAAAADdM/HiuGOYd5JKE/s1600-h/i240566971_23699_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786265617847746" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdOj5b-VcI/AAAAAAAADdM/HiuGOYd5JKE/s400/i240566971_23699_2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdOjrDEBuI/AAAAAAAADdE/oQSvsEkTa8o/s1600-h/15111507.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786261755266786" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdOjrDEBuI/AAAAAAAADdE/oQSvsEkTa8o/s400/15111507.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdOjfMj_OI/AAAAAAAADc8/35QY5gQ0KHg/s1600-h/12733241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786258573884642" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdOjfMj_OI/AAAAAAAADc8/35QY5gQ0KHg/s400/12733241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdOjfhwvMI/AAAAAAAADc0/2P2TfyN_eaE/s1600-h/11854257.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786258662800578" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdOjfhwvMI/AAAAAAAADc0/2P2TfyN_eaE/s400/11854257.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdN0Rqo0MI/AAAAAAAADck/FWbSBXk8MnA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293785447488082114" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdN0Rqo0MI/AAAAAAAADck/FWbSBXk8MnA/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdN0L2VRqI/AAAAAAAADcM/iXSzl0N__xo/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293785445926520482" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdN0L2VRqI/AAAAAAAADcM/iXSzl0N__xo/s400/2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdN0BLdBrI/AAAAAAAADcU/56qVtAn-5x0/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293785443062318770" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdN0BLdBrI/AAAAAAAADcU/56qVtAn-5x0/s400/3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdOi21z0HI/AAAAAAAADcs/Vea3X4vuBTk/s1600-h/8550588.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786247741034610" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdOi21z0HI/AAAAAAAADcs/Vea3X4vuBTk/s400/8550588.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdNz-8aH3I/AAAAAAAADcE/FTPIcMbdbus/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293785442462343026" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdNz-8aH3I/AAAAAAAADcE/FTPIcMbdbus/s400/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdN0Z5XrHI/AAAAAAAADcc/4hWkvYU2SqE/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293785449697356914" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdN0Z5XrHI/AAAAAAAADcc/4hWkvYU2SqE/s400/4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdNz-8aH3I/AAAAAAAADcE/FTPIcMbdbus/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdNz-8aH3I/AAAAAAAADcE/FTPIcMbdbus/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-8830199334477249205?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/8830199334477249205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=8830199334477249205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/8830199334477249205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/8830199334477249205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Avatars'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXdO4evimnI/AAAAAAAADds/vTifDKc9Pgo/s72-c/tenlookatme2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-8683037122072128868</id><published>2009-01-18T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:38:46.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXM94grSt9I/AAAAAAAADaM/_D2y_z-LTl4/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292642028143949778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXM94grSt9I/AAAAAAAADaM/_D2y_z-LTl4/s400/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone's heard of Site of the Month, but this is no ordinary one. With The-OncomingStorm's SOTM, every month a website is chosen to have a link on the homepage. However, this link doesn't just lead to the homepage, it leads to a set of questions about the website and information you never knew about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want your website to be SOTM and to answer the questions, leave your website URL in a comment below and I'll get back to you. Thanks and good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-8683037122072128868?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/8683037122072128868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=8683037122072128868' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/8683037122072128868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/8683037122072128868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/sotm.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXM94grSt9I/AAAAAAAADaM/_D2y_z-LTl4/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-1690330654081644455</id><published>2009-01-18T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:26:11.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXM7bZssuwI/AAAAAAAADaE/IXpaguREoHs/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292639329031338754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXM7bZssuwI/AAAAAAAADaE/IXpaguREoHs/s400/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always want loads of content to be added to the website but the truth is, I'm not that good at making graphics and stuff, so why not submit something? It could be a blend, a banner... anything you feel would be fine to appear on the website! Send it to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk"&gt;bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please only send something you have made yourself, not someone else's work passed off as your own. Thanks and get submitting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-1690330654081644455?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/1690330654081644455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=1690330654081644455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1690330654081644455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1690330654081644455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/submit-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXM7bZssuwI/AAAAAAAADaE/IXpaguREoHs/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-5207945382944980103</id><published>2009-01-18T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:15:31.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXM5ArySVhI/AAAAAAAADZ4/AkNpKnZvQ_w/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292636671006889490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXM5ArySVhI/AAAAAAAADZ4/AkNpKnZvQ_w/s400/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here at The-OncomingStorm, it's always nice to know how to improve and here's a page where you can add your thoughts and comments about the website. Is there a page you've always hated or a feature you'd like to get rid of? Got any ideas of what could be added to the website or any changes that could be made? If so, leave a comment below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All comments are welcome, as long as they aren't rude or contain swear words. Any inappropriate ones will be deleted immediately by our resedential Cybermen. You have been warned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-5207945382944980103?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/5207945382944980103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=5207945382944980103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/5207945382944980103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/5207945382944980103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/constructive-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXM5ArySVhI/AAAAAAAADZ4/AkNpKnZvQ_w/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-1522244067141893344</id><published>2009-01-17T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:14:56.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXH1Ea6NwII/AAAAAAAADZw/QH2YobgLQao/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292280493428818050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXH1Ea6NwII/AAAAAAAADZw/QH2YobgLQao/s400/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you enjoy writing stories, or alternative endings to episodes? Well now here's your chance! Here at The-OncomingStorm we want to hear your fan fictions! They can be about anything, perhaps you want a different ending to Journey's End, or for Jenny to travel with the Doctor. With stories, you can do anything. Interested? Continue reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to submit a story, please write it in a Word Document and attach it to an email addressed to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best ones will be displayed! Please don't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make the stories novel-length&lt;br /&gt;- Use explicit language&lt;br /&gt;- Include anything explicit&lt;br /&gt;- Don't copy other ideas or use work which isn't your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need time to work on a story to submit, please feel free to leave a comment below. In the mean time, get writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-1522244067141893344?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/1522244067141893344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=1522244067141893344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1522244067141893344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/1522244067141893344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-fan-fictions.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SXH1Ea6NwII/AAAAAAAADZw/QH2YobgLQao/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-5240218578722119612</id><published>2009-01-17T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:03:10.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;All around the room, the Doctor’s shouts echoed and Beth winced, shaking her head uncontrollably. Beth let go of the button in protest and the Master frowned at her, pressing it himself.&lt;br /&gt;“Stop it!” she yelled at the Master, “Just stop it, now!”&lt;br /&gt;The Master took his finger slowly off the button and walked towards Beth. The Doctor lay panting on the floor, shuddering.&lt;br /&gt;“You do not tell me what to do!” the Master yelled, grabbing Beth by her neck. She gasped as his cold hand blocked off her airway, “Do you understand?”&lt;br /&gt;Beth nodded frantically and the Master pushed her down to the floor. “Good,” he smiled and turned on his heel, “Now Doctor, we wait for the Clamots to settle in!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Earth, amongst all the running and screaming, James knelt down and examined the creature in front of him closely. The creature looked back at him with big, puppy dog eyes and he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Stop!” he called, standing up, “These things are harmless. They’re just like dogs.”&lt;br /&gt;Around him, the people slowly stopped screaming and looking closely at the creatures. Despite their bizarre appearance, the humans found themselves falling in love with them. James knelt down again and held out a hand. The creature slowly approached him and leapt onto his hand. James smiled as it curled up next to him.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m taking this thing home,” he put the creature in his hand and dropped the newspaper he was carrying, “Damn,” he said, but before he could pick it up, the creature had done so for him, “Wow, they’re practically housetrained!”&lt;br /&gt;The people around him seemed wary but found the creatures fascinating. They all begin picking them up and taking them up, without the creatures protesting.&lt;br /&gt;James smiled at his new pet, “I’m calling you James Junior.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV in the room blared and Sally Sparrow watched in despair.&lt;br /&gt;“How do people trust these things?” she called to her boyfriend, Larry, “They look disgusting.”&lt;br /&gt;Larry hesitated in the corridor, trying to hide the creature he’d just picked up. “Er, yeah, disgusting,” he lied.&lt;br /&gt;Sally sighed heavily, “You’ve got one haven’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;Larry walked into the room and held it out, “Don’t you think it’s cute?” he said, scratching the creature’s head, “What should we call it?”&lt;br /&gt;“We’re not keeping it!” Sally shouted, “It looks… alien.”&lt;br /&gt;“So what if it is? It does housework,” Larry said, raising his eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;“What?” Sally asked in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;“Yup,” Larry replied, “Look.”&lt;br /&gt;He gave the creature his ‘The angels have the phone box’ T Shirt, and without hesitation, the creature went straight to the washing machine and placed it inside. It then returned to Larry’s side.&lt;br /&gt;“But that’s insane,” Sally said, “Creatures wouldn’t just do that naturally, they must have been made to do it so we’d trust them.” She stood up, “I need to investigate this.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sallllly,” Larry said in an exasperated tone, “Please, you said you’d give up all this stuff.”&lt;br /&gt;“But it’s so interesting, don’t you think?” she thought to herself, “Maybe we’ll find the Doctor again.”&lt;br /&gt;Larry sighed, “That’s what it’s all about isn’t it? Doctor this, Doctor that.”“Shut up,” Sally snapped, grabbing her coat, “I’m going out.”Without waiting for a reply, she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please, stop,” Beth managed as the Master once again tortured the Doctor, “Don’t you think it’s enough now?”&lt;br /&gt;The Master stood up and look at his watch, “Ah, two weeks, should be used to them now.”&lt;br /&gt;He flicked on his wide screen television and placed on the news channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“These creatures have been described as the best thing since sliced-bread. A fortnight ago, millions of the dog-like animals appeared across the world and willingly approached humans. Dazzling them with their charm and housework abilities, most of the human race took them into their homes and now they use them on a day to day basis. Here is James Adams with his tale:&lt;br /&gt;‘”I first saw them and I knew they could be trusted. They’re a miracle, aren’t you JJ?””&lt;br /&gt;More news on these amazing creatures as they come, please visit our sponsor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creatureclothes.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;http://www.creatureclothes.co.uk/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  (NOT A REAL WEBSITE!!!) where you can purchase all kinds of fashionable items for your housepet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Master switched off the screen and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Now,” he said, hovering over a button, “Time to make them devour the human race.”&lt;br /&gt;“No,” the Doctor struggled, “Please, don’t.”&lt;br /&gt;The Master laughed, “Just try and stop me.”“Please, just tell me one thing,” the Doctor gasped.&lt;br /&gt;The Master sighed, “What?”&lt;br /&gt;“Where did the Clamots come from?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;The Master laughed and circled the room, “Do you really want to know? They’re made from an alien race from a dying planet. I arrived there and recycled their bodies into these creatures.”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor’s face was grim, “Murder.”&lt;br /&gt;“I was salvaging them Doctor, saving them. They’re now a better race that are about to feast.”&lt;br /&gt;“No,” the Doctor said once again, “Please, not yet.”&lt;br /&gt;The Master sighed, “One more hour. In the meantime…” he produced the button, “You know what’s coming!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Sparrow had spent the past two weeks researching the creatures and had managed to find and visit Torchwood.&lt;br /&gt;“How do you know about us?” Captain Jack Harkness shouted, as Sally traipsed through the doors.&lt;br /&gt;“I have connections,” she muttered and said, “Anyway, I was wondering if you’d done any research on these creatures? Please, I need to do this, you can trust me.”Jack eyed her warily then smiled, “OK, but only because you’re cute.”Sally sighed then followed Jack into another room. “This is what we’ve found out.”There was suddenly a knock on the door and a woman dressed in a white coat swept in. Her black hair was neatly styled back and she wore a red top with perfect black trousers. Her face looked confused. Sally instantly recognised her and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;“Sally Sparrow!” the woman said.&lt;br /&gt;“Martha Jones!” Sally said.&lt;br /&gt;They smiled at each other and Sally said, “I need your help.”“Thought so,” she smiled, “Is it about the creatures?” Martha asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” Sally nodded, “They don’t seem safe.”“They’re not,” Martha sighed, “They’ve been made out of different types of tissue, completely mixed DNA. They’ve been put together.”&lt;br /&gt;“By who?” Sally asked. “Someone who’s got a grudge against the Earth…” Martha sighed, “Something like this happened before…”“We need the Doctor,” Sally asked, “The Earth could be in trouble.”“I agree,” Martha said, “Torchwood is a small team, we can’t contain all the creatures in here.”“But the Doctor’s even smaller,” Sally said.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no, he’s a thousand times better than Torchwood,” Martha sighed, “He’ll know what to do.”“So what are we supposed to do?” Sally said, beginning to feel frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;“We wait, I suppose,” Martha sighed, sitting down, “And, you could tell us how you know about Torchwood?”Jack coughed, “I am here you know,” he laughed, “Blimey, you girls can be so power-crazed sometimes.” He turned seriously to Sally, “Now, explain to us.”&lt;br /&gt;“Right, I’ve had enough of waiting,” the Master sighed, “I’m getting this show on the road.”“Please,” the Doctor pleaded, “Don’t.”The Master just laughed and pressed another button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, Beth’s mother, continuously phoned her daughter but there was no reply. She cried with fury and slammed the phone against the wall, causing it to shatter into hundreds of tiny pieces. She then ran towards her car and prepared for a long journey to Cardiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK,” Jack said, “Now, I’m just worried.”“What?” Martha said, running towards the screen that Jack was frowning at.&lt;br /&gt;“There’s a woman who’s walking towards us,” they watched as she stepped on the Torchwood front entrance and managed to make it work. Jack sighed.&lt;br /&gt;“Come on, get the guns out,” he ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack stood with his gun ready as Sarah descended down to the Hub. She saw the gun and put her hands up.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t shoot me,” she said, “I’m here to help! I know where the Doctor is.”&lt;br /&gt;Jack exchanged a look with Martha and Sarah said, “My daughter’s with him, Beth, she’s in trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;Jack lowered his gun then said, “Tell us what you know.”&lt;br /&gt;“He can’t be…” Martha said in disbelief, “Why on earth did your daughter revive him?”“I’m sorry, she was forced,” she cried, “I haven’t received any messages from her so she must be in trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you involved too?” Jack said, eyeing her warily.&lt;br /&gt;“Not really,” she replied, “I’ve always hated him for what he’s doing to my daughter.”“So Beth just travelled with the Doctor,” Martha said, “To bring him to the Master.”“That’s the plan,” Sarah said. “What a bit…” Martha began but Jack cut her off, “OK, what can we do?”&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve got teleports haven’t you?” Sarah said.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, how do you know about us?” he glanced at Sally, “We’re gonna get overcrowded here!”&lt;br /&gt;“The Master informed us about you, what dangers you could cause. I’m supposed to be stopping you. But I’m here to help.” She looked around, “Is this your new team then?”Jack shook his head, “Nah, Gwen and Ianto are out for a pizza. Anyway, yes, help us. How?”&lt;br /&gt;“The teleports,” she said, “Use them; I’ve got co-ordinates for his new ship.”&lt;br /&gt;“How many teleports are there?” Sally asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Three,” Jack said, “One of us will have to stay behind.”&lt;br /&gt;Sally sighed, “I suppose that’ll be me.”“No,” Martha said, “I’ll stay behind, keep an eye on what’s going on, I’ll stay here and keep this place safe.”&lt;br /&gt;Jack looked at her warily then nodded, “OK.”&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s get these teleports then,” Sally smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master hadn’t set the Clamots off to eat the humans yet, he just wanted to annoy the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;He sighed, “Oh, this is so funny.”“Hilarious,” Beth muttered sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up,” the Master snapped, “You’re lucky I haven’t killed you.”Suddenly, the room filled with a strange energy and 3 people appeared in the centre of the room.&lt;br /&gt;“What?” the Master gasped. “What?” the Doctor frowned, “Jack! Sarah!” he gasped, “Sally Sparrow! What are you doing here?”&lt;br /&gt;“Helping,” Sally smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah ran over to her daughter and hugged her tight. Jack pointed his gun at the Master, “Now listen, you know you can’t kill me, so stay right there.”The Master looked around in disbelief, “What?” He looked at Jack and then at Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;“You were supposed to eliminate Torchwood,” he said in an angry voice, “You worthless…” he grabbed a laser from his pocket and pointed it at Sarah, who suddenly evaporated and left Beth hugging thin air.&lt;br /&gt;“Mum!” she gasped and pain rushed through her body. Her throat began to feel tight as all the memories she’d had with her mother ran through her mind. It all seemed worth nothing now; she was an orphan and a betrayer. She didn’t even have enough in her to make herself cry, her eyes just stared into space, dead.&lt;br /&gt;“Drop the gun,” the Master said, “Or I’ll disintegrate you too!”Jack hesitated then dropped his gun. Sally stood behind him.&lt;br /&gt;“And who is this?” the Master said, ushering Jack out of the way, “Another companion?”&lt;br /&gt;Sally frowned at him, “And who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;The Master laughed, “I am the Master, and I’m about to turn the Clamots against the human race!”“What? The Clam-what?” Sally frowned.&lt;br /&gt;“They’re the creatures,” the Master sighed, “I created them and now the human race will die.”&lt;br /&gt;“Larry…” Sally gasped.&lt;br /&gt;“Martha…” Jack muttered.&lt;br /&gt;“Martha?” the Doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;“She works for us part time now,” Jack explained.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh shut up all your gabble,” the Master shouted, “Now, it’s time!”&lt;br /&gt;Jack quickly reached for his gun as the Master produced a device. He shot at the Master’s hand with the device in several times, so much so his hand fell off and on to the floor. Sally grabbed her mouth in disgust as the Master looked at his hand and the device on the floor. Jack quickly shot at it and destroyed it.&lt;br /&gt;The Master collapsed to the floor in pain; he was bleeding heavily. The Doctor managed to get up and walk past him to all his controls. He found what he was looking for and pressed a button. On Earth, all the creatures suddenly disintegrated and the Doctor looked grim.&lt;br /&gt;“What did you do?” Sally asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Ah you wouldn’t understand,” the Doctor brushed off, sitting by the Master’s side.&lt;br /&gt;“You killed a whole species,” the Master gasped, “My species.”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor ignored him as he quickly removed all weapons from the Master’s pockets. As all this happened, Beth just stood there, motionless.&lt;br /&gt;“Doctor,” the Master said, “This is enough! Beth,” he called, “The watch.”Beth automatically reached for her watch, not caring anymore, and chucked it to the Master, “Teleport.”They suddenly all disappeared and appeared on Earth, in a deserted street with a long road in the middle of it. The Master stood up, despite his injury. He pushed the Doctor forward, “Come on.”&lt;br /&gt;Jack and Sally stayed back but Beth edged forward. She knew what was going to happen. They walked across the road and the Master told the Doctor to stop in the middle, “I need some space.”The Master walked along to the pavement and talked to the Doctor, “I need your help Doctor.”“You’ve got a nerve,” the Doctor said, facing him, “After all you’ve done.”In the distance, the revving of a truck sounded and Beth’s heart skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor continued to face the Master as Beth watched the truck she had heard hurtle towards the Doctor at a shocking speed, who was oblivious of the danger. The Master looked at Beth with a stern face.&lt;br /&gt;Beth gasped as the Doctor turned around and noticed the truck coming. She rushed out into the road without thinking. She quickly pushed the Doctor out of the way, safely onto the pavement with the Master, and was hit at full speed by the truck and pushed over the bonnet of it. She slumped off onto the cold road and the Doctor rushed to her side. Jack and Sally gasped as they watched the Doctor cradling her in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;Beth’s head lolled around powerlessly as she struggled for air.&lt;br /&gt;“Beth…” he gasped, “Stay with me, please Beth.”“I’m… so… sorry,” she managed and stared at the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t go, please,” tears were flooding his eyes, “We’ve had such good times together, don’t spoil it all now! I forgive you.”&lt;br /&gt;“S-s-sorry,” Beth gasped and her eyes slowly closed.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor clutched her close and tears dripped onto Beth’s hair. He cradled her broken body and remembered of all the good times they’d had together; on the planet Felspoon, in Barcelona, seeing the sights, laughing…&lt;br /&gt;He slowly laid her onto the floor to rest and placed his head in his hands in despair.&lt;br /&gt;The Master watched on, unmoved, and shouted, “Another one’s left you, then?”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor slowly raised his head and stood up, his gaze shattering. His face was full of heartbreak and the Master saw this as triumph.&lt;br /&gt;“Damn it, that truck was aimed for you. Anyway, I’ve finally defeated…” he paused as a shot passed through his stomach. The Doctor looked up at Jack who had a gun in his hand. The Master collapsed to the floor and the Doctor stood there, unable to sit with him. He watched as the Master slowly died and seemed to grin.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t need to regenerate,” he gasped and chuckled to himself. He then closed his eyes and died along with Beth.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor sat once more beside his companion and felt the pain and loss he had continuously experienced hit him all over again. He felt lonelier than ever before and suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Sally, her face full of sorrow, and she pulled him into a hug. Jack stood watching and looked at the floor at Beth, who remained motionless but peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As we remember the life of Bethany Lily Wright, we scatter her ashes across the river, free to explore and experience the afterlife in peace.”&lt;br /&gt;The vicar scattered Beth’s ashes into the river and the Doctor stood motionless in a black suit. Sally Sparrow and Jack were at the back of the crowd, looking at the floor. Jack whispered something to Sally and she looked at him with worry.&lt;br /&gt;“What about Larry?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Do you really need him?” Jack queried.&lt;br /&gt;“I know, but it’s so dangerous, I mean look what happened to Beth!”“It isn’t always that way,” Jack said, “Anyway, you’ll have to ask him. I’m sure ever since you met him you’ve always wanted that thrill that comes with travelling with him.”&lt;br /&gt;Sally felt excitement rush through her and then she felt ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;“We shouldn’t be talking about this,” she said, “He’s just lost someone.”“Yeah,” he sighed as the Doctor walked towards them, his face now looking old with pain. Jack placed his hand on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;“The TARDIS?” he asked, looking at Sally.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor barely nodded and began walking forward. Sally contemplated asking him if she could travel with him, but worried if it was too soon.&lt;br /&gt;The trio walked towards the TARDIS and the Doctor opened the doors with no emotion. Once inside, he sat down and stared at the console. Sally gaped at the interior, amazed by its beauty while Jack stood there awkwardly. No one knew what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the TARDIS console lit to life and it began moving. The Doctor stood up in shock and frowned. He darted around the console and pressed buttons urgently.&lt;br /&gt;“We’re being pulled somewhere!” he shouted, his face full of concentration.&lt;br /&gt;As the TARDIS hurtled from side to side, Sally couldn’t help smiling, the thrill of excitement overwhelming her. Jack felt slightly inconvenienced; he had a team to look after and they wouldn’t be very happy with him disappearing again. He sighed, allowing a smile to spread across his face. Nothing was ever simple with the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TOCS Series will return in the Easter Special – ALONE AT SEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-5240218578722119612?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/5240218578722119612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=5240218578722119612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/5240218578722119612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/5240218578722119612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/ep-13.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-6400169993247884930</id><published>2009-01-16T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:43:07.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Owner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SDqQifGlUFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/fTHz-Wy2NWw/s1600-h/s4_00_wal_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204631241519091794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SDqQifGlUFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/fTHz-Wy2NWw/s400/s4_00_wal_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Owner:&lt;/strong&gt; Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt; 17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Email:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk"&gt;bex-doctorwhofan1@hotmail.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How The-OncomingStorm began:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off with a Piczo site called Doctor-Who-Fan1. There were many problems with it, but deep down I was just ignoring them... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Firstly, there was the name. I really wanted it without the '1' but someone stole the name. Secondly, Piczo in general. I just felt that my website was just puny and small compared to some of the giant Who websites. There were always adverts popping up on my website and it took ages to edit because of its slowness! Also, adding news was a long and painful (well, not painful but you know what I mean) process and took lots of my time, I just wanted something simple! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because of all of these factors, I one day decided I'M MOVING!! I asked fans of my site if they liked the idea, and because of the positive feedback I searched the net for hosts, and Blogspot seemed perfect; easy to add news, and simple to use (nice rhyme there...) So, I moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I had to restart everything again which was a tough process considering that I didn't even know if it was gonna work out. I spent every day in my half term on my laptop adding pages and working hard. The layout was, ashamedly, rubbish but luckily, after the week, I was ready to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, people seemed to like the site! Now, I get regular visitors and a great amount of comments. I hope that, in the future, the site will grow better and better and that people will visit my site everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's some babble about me. Enjoy the site!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How The-OncomingStorm has improved:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the beginning of its run, TOCS managed about 40 visitors a day and 100 hits a day. Now, we receive nearly 200 visitors a day (not bad for a small site!) and I hope in the future it will really improve! Also, the layout's gone from ugly to quite organised and tidy. I just hope you enjoy your visit here. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for reading and enjoy the site!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-6400169993247884930?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/6400169993247884930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=6400169993247884930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/6400169993247884930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/6400169993247884930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/bex-tocs-editor-email-bex.html' title='About the Owner'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SDqQifGlUFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/fTHz-Wy2NWw/s72-c/s4_00_wal_15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-4727896067957668992</id><published>2009-01-06T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:28:35.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Doctor, Beth, the man and the creature landed in a cupboard with a bang. The creature removed itself from the Doctor’s leg and as he got up, the Doctor said, “That thing’s a teleport?”&lt;br /&gt;“Genius isn’t it?” the man smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm, you ok Beth?” the Doctor asked as Beth got up.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, thanks…” Beth said without looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;“Explain all this to me,” the Doctor said to the man, placing himself on a nearby bucket, “I’m not moving until you do.”&lt;br /&gt;The creature snarled and the man hushed it, “I suppose it’ll avoid questions later. Where do we start, eh?”&lt;br /&gt;He turned to Beth and she looked away, “Do you want to start?”&lt;br /&gt;She blinked back some tears and stepped forward, looking at the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;“You know my father?” she asked, “Well, he… he was murdered.”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor frowned, “I’m sorry… by who?”&lt;br /&gt;“B-b-y…” she stuttered, “It was done to bribe my mother and myself into doing this, believe me I didn’t want to…”&lt;br /&gt;“Beth,” the Doctor said in a hard voice, “Who killed your father?”&lt;br /&gt;Beth took a deep breath, when suddenly the door to the cupboard was opened and two men in suits appeared.&lt;br /&gt;“Come with us,” they ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor winced as chunky handcuffs were placed around his wrists.&lt;br /&gt;“There’s no need for this you know,” he moaned, “It’s not like I’m gonna hurt you.”&lt;br /&gt;The men remained silent and Beth followed behind, handcuffed also. Stabs of memories were attacking her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Mr and Mrs Wright, you must be Beth’s parents,” he had sneered.&lt;br /&gt;“Who the hell are you?” Mr Wright had asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Like you even have the right to know,” he had replied, his head held high.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re just some weirdo who thinks he’s got power!” Mr Wright had snapped.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh really?” he had replied, and produced a gun from within his coat. In a flash, he had shot Mr Wright directly in the chest. Beth and Mrs Wright had watched as he slumped to the floor in a pool of blood, dying.&lt;br /&gt;“Dad!” Beth had wailed.&lt;br /&gt;“Now listen, if you don’t do what I say, you’ll be next.”&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Wright had crouched over her husband, cradled him, his blood smeared across her shirt.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t care, you can kill me as well,” she had sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;“No, Mum,” Beth had interrupted, “I can’t lose you as well,” she had turned to the man, “What is it? What do you want?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth walked along the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wanted to brush them away but couldn’t, to her dismay. The Doctor briefly turned around to see her but was pushed forward into a room.&lt;br /&gt;It was very posh; the floor was shiny and looked polished. Panels were everywhere and a round table was in the middle of the room with televisions and gadgets on it. He looked behind to see Beth who was being pushed down onto a chair and released from her handcuffs. The Doctor was pushed onto the floor and remained in his handcuffs.&lt;br /&gt;“Is anyone gonna tell me what’s going on?” he pleaded, “’Cause it’s getting a tad annoying now.”&lt;br /&gt;He was mainly talking to Beth, who hadn’t looked at him since they were teleported.&lt;br /&gt;“Anyone?” the Doctor repeated, “And please remove these cuffs, they’ll give me bruises.”&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” a random nearby security guard sneered.&lt;br /&gt;Beth walked over to the Doctor, the guard’s eyes on her, and knelt beside him, “You alright?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I was gonna ask you the same, you looked a bit upset back there,” the Doctor said.&lt;br /&gt;“Just remembering the night he died,” Beth said quietly.&lt;br /&gt;“What-?” the Doctor began to ask but Beth shushed him, “Distract them a minute,” she said, gesturing to the security guards.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor asked no questions and did as he was told. “What’s that over there?” the Doctor asked, “There, that red light?” he lied.&lt;br /&gt;The guards looked away and he felt Beth suddenly yanking at his handcuffs.&lt;br /&gt;“They’re not gonna budge,” he muttered frantically.“Sonic screwdriver?” Beth asked.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor gestured in his pocket but the security guards gaze was back on them.&lt;br /&gt;“Sit over there,” they ordered to Beth and she did so, knowing pain was coming the Doctor’s way.&lt;br /&gt;The security guard touched his ear as some information came in. He looked at Beth, “It’s time.”&lt;br /&gt;Beth drew a deep breath nervously and sat there, shaking.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, tell your story!” he prompted.&lt;br /&gt;Beth looked from the guard to the Doctor. She sighed.&lt;br /&gt;“It was a normal night,” Beth said in a weak voice, “I was in my laboratory and suddenly a strong thought filled my head… I knew I had to go somewhere, to save him. I headed towards the…” she swallowed, “the corpse and there it was; the ring.”&lt;br /&gt;She paused to look up at the Doctor who had a stony expression on his face.&lt;br /&gt;“I, I put on the ring like the thought had told me and he appeared in front of me, brand new and powerful. He forced me, with a gun, to go home and that’s when he killed my father, right in front of both of us, and told me to… to follow him and help him do what he wanted… or he’d do the same to us. I had to,” Beth whispered, “I had no choice.”&lt;br /&gt;“Everyone has a choice,” the Doctor said in a choked voice, “Come on, who is it you’re helping?” He asked this, despite the empty feeling in his stomach that told him he knew, deep down.&lt;br /&gt;“That would be me,” a booming voice came from at the top of the stairs and a middle aged man dressed in a shirt and tie and spotless trousers appeared. His jet black hair was brushed back and his eyes were a piercing blue.&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling which told him he wasn’t alone passed through him, the Doctor choked, “No…”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Doctor,” the man shouted, “I am back, I am the Master and now, I will have my revenge!”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor stared at the floor for a long while, trying his hardest to comprehend everything that was happening.&lt;br /&gt;“Well Doctor,” the Master said, “I must say I’m disappointed. I expected more of a reaction!”&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” the Doctor eventually asked, ignoring the Master’s comment, “Why did you make Beth do this?”&lt;br /&gt;“Dunno,” the Master shrugged, sitting on the steps. This reminded the Doctor of the Valiant and painful memories hit him, “She was young and pretty, like all your companions. I suppose she fitted the job description.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t bring them into this,” the Doctor ordered. There was a long pause, “I see you’ve regenerated. Again.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” the Master shrugged, “Being shot and then burnt into a pile of ashes tends to damage your cells a bit, you know?”&lt;br /&gt;“That wasn’t my fault,” the Doctor said in a dull voice.&lt;br /&gt;“No, it was my wife, of all people!” he spat, “Killed by a woman yet again…”&lt;br /&gt;“Yet you still rely on them to do all your dirty work,” the Doctor said, glancing up at Beth.&lt;br /&gt;“Doctor?” Beth said quietly, glancing at her hands, “Doctor?”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t talk to me!” The Doctor yelled at her and Beth staggered, taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry,” she whispered, tears pricking at her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry? Sorry? You think that will suddenly make everything better?!” the Doctor shouted.&lt;br /&gt;“No,” Beth said, “No.”“Just… just… don’t speak to me,” the Doctor said, not looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;The Master laughed as he slowly stepped down the stairs, “I do apologise Doctor, has my employee upset you?”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor remained silent, heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;Beth walked over to him, “I really am so sorry Doctor,” she sobbed, “I wanted to stop but he said he’d kill me!”&lt;br /&gt;“What happened to your wife?” the Doctor interrupted, changing the subject.&lt;br /&gt;“Found her in a mental home,” the Master said casually, “Had her killed in the end.”&lt;br /&gt;Beth gulped; wondering if that was going to happen to her or the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s all this for anyway?” the Doctor said, getting himself up to face the Master, “Why kill someone’s father and convince them to bring me here? Surely it’s not just for a social call?”&lt;br /&gt;“Always a sense of humour,” the Master said, pressing a button and suddenly the Doctor collapsed to the floor, electricity shooting through him. The Master held the button down for around half a minute, and then let go for the Doctor gasp in agony.&lt;br /&gt;“Electric handcuffs,” he sneered.&lt;br /&gt;Beth edged towards the Doctor but the Master held out his hand, “Don’t,” he said in a deadly voice, “I suppose I should explain all of my plans, go on, fire away the questions,” the Master said, walking over and sitting on a leather chair.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor gasped, “Where is this?”&lt;br /&gt;“My new spaceship, seeing as those pesky Daleks destroyed my Valiant. I’ll miss that ship… But I needed a new one for my plans to work so I built it, from scratch. Well, not by myself, I had a little help. Anyway, next?” the Master said, clicking a security guard over, “A drink please,” he muttered.&lt;br /&gt;“What is all this for?” the Doctor asked, blinking heavily.&lt;br /&gt;“I told you before,” the Master said now standing up and towering over the Doctor, “Revenge.”&lt;br /&gt;“I haven’t done anything wrong to you! I gave you the chance to live, but you didn’t take it!”&lt;br /&gt;“No Doctor, revenge for everything. And mostly because I loved my old body and you caused me to regenerate!” he paused, “I look older now!”“Everyone ages,” the Doctor said, “Especially we should know that.”&lt;br /&gt;“Anyway, next question?” the Master said, now clutching a glass of champagne.&lt;br /&gt;“Who is he?” the Doctor said, pointing to the man who had brought him here, “And that…?” he said, pointing at the thing the man had claimed to be his pet.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh that’s all part of my plan to take over the Earth,” the Master said, smiling, “Well in answer to the first part, he’s just a loyal follower of mine who owed me a favour,” he looked at the man, who bowed.&lt;br /&gt;“And the creatures?” the Doctor prompted.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, these are the cutting edge thing on Earth, or, they will be!” the Master smiled, “Soon, these will be branded as the hottest thing on Earth, a must have. They’ll be labelled as the ultimate house pet, one that will obey orders and do housework. But when I say, they will devour their owners and the whole human race will be destroyed ready for me to use the whole Earth for whatever I want.”&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” the Doctor gasped.&lt;br /&gt;“Because it’ll shatter you,” the Master said, standing once again face to face with the Doctor, “Knowing all those people have died and you didn’t stop it, it’ll drive you insane. Give you an idea of how maddening it is to have drums sounding constantly in your head.”&lt;br /&gt;“I told you I could stop that,” the Doctor reasoned, “How have you got enough Clamots for the entire population? They’re a new species so I assume you’ve developed them… How?”&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up,” the Master snapped, now pacing around the room. He glanced at his watch, “Ah, it’s time! We can transport them to Earth!”&lt;br /&gt;“What about my mother?” Beth asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Beth, I’d almost forgotten you were here!” the Master said, cupping her face in his hands; she winced at this, “Your mother? She hasn’t done anything to help me has she?”&lt;br /&gt;“But she’s my mother! I’ve helped you,” Beth said desperately.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t care,” he said and walked over to a panel of buttons, “Now, they will be transported!”&lt;br /&gt;“The human race won’t be happy!” the Doctor said, “They’ll panic and kill them!”“No, but they won’t,” the Master said, “The Battle of Canary Wharf,” he smiled as the Doctor’s face was ridden with pain, “Yeah, thought you’d remember that! The ghosts! The humans were scared of them at first, but they got used to them! They will do the same for the Clamots!”&lt;br /&gt;“Clamots?” the Doctor scoffed, “That’s a bit of a lame name, did you make it up?”&lt;br /&gt;The Master laughed, then pressed another button to shock the Doctor once more.&lt;br /&gt;“Now, time for them to be transported!” he boomed.&lt;br /&gt;He pressed a button and Beth ran for the window as she watched blue lights heading towards Earth; the Clamots were teleporting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;On Earth in the streets hundreds of the Clamots appeared and the nearby humans began running around, panicking and screaming. The Master watched this on a screen.&lt;br /&gt;“Give it 2 weeks, it’ll all be according to plan,” he smiled, “In the meantime, I can have my revenge,” he said, facing the Doctor who had just finished being shocked.&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t this enough?” he managed, “You’re destroying the human race!”&lt;br /&gt;“Does my face look bothered?” the Master sneered and clapped his hands together, “Just wait until you hear what I’ve got planned for you,” he looked up at Beth, “Now Beth,” he quickly ushered away the security guards, “Come here.”&lt;br /&gt;Beth slowly did so and looked at the Doctor who just stared at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;“Now,” he said, “Press this button.”&lt;br /&gt;Beth looked at the Master in despair, “No.”&lt;br /&gt;The Master grabbed her arm and Beth yelped, “Do you want your mother to live?”&lt;br /&gt;Beth glanced at the Doctor who she could have sworn nodded.&lt;br /&gt;“OK,” she said, raising her hand, “I’m sorry Doctor.”&lt;br /&gt;As she pressed the button, volts of electricity once again passed through the Doctor’s handcuffs through his body. He yelled in pain and Beth looked away, tears stinging at her eyes. She hadn’t thought this would happen, the Master had promised her he would leave her alone…&lt;br /&gt;As the Doctor’s screams filled the room, the Master stood at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;“Now Doctor,” he shouted, “Prepare for the worst two weeks of your life, and following that…” he paused, “Yours and the Earth’s death!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-4727896067957668992?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/4727896067957668992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=4727896067957668992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/4727896067957668992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/4727896067957668992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/ep-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-2396188112244648767</id><published>2009-01-04T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:26:21.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- David Tennant’s father starred in the episode The Unicorn and the Wasp as a waiter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The episode The Shakespeare Code was originally going to be called Love’s Labours Won, but was changed as a reference to the Da Vinci Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When filming Human Nature/The Family of Blood David Tennant was suffering from the flu. Poor guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The End of the World contained over 200 CGI shots, more than an average film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Couldn’t understand what the German lady said in Journey’s End?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD WOMAN: Hier ist niemand. Was immer Sie wollen, gehen Sie fort. Lassen Sie mich in Ruhe.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: There's no one here. Whatever you want, just go away. Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA: Ich heisse Martha Jones. Ich komme von UNIT. Agentin funf sechs sechs sieben eins, von der medizinishen Abteilung.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: I'm called Martha Jones. I come from UNIT. Agent 5, 6, 6, 7, 1. Medical officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD WOMAN: Es hiess Sie kaemen vorbei.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: They said you might come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD WOMAN: Sie sind der Albtraum. Nicht die anderen, Sie! Ich sollte Sie umbringen, am besten gleich jetzt!&lt;br /&gt;Translation: You are the nightmare. It's not them, it's you! I should kill you right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA: Then do it.&lt;br /&gt;And Martha just steps into the lift. The Old Woman lowers her gun, defeated, shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD WOMAN: Marta. Zur Hoelle mit Dir.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Martha. You're going straight to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tom Baker’s Doctor always enjoyed Jelly Babies, so did the Master who returned during Utopia/The Sound of Drums/Last of the TimeLords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Before it was named Forest of the Dead, the episode had many other titles, River’s Run, Forest of the Night and many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rose’s shocking appearance at the end of Partners in Crime was not originally in the copy shown to the press. It was removed to make it a surprise for the public and so it wouldn’t shadow Donna’s return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Originally, the series 4 companion was going to be Penny Carter who was from the North of England and had a cheating boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- During the beach scene in Doomsday a foot appears from behind the truck which Rose, Mickey, Jackie and Pete travelled to Bad Wolf Bay in. Look closely and you’ll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Episode 8 of series 4 was going to be called Century House and would feature the Doctor going to a century house with 'Most Haunted' to look for The Red Widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Russell T Davies realised he was going to kill off Astrid during a taxi ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Series 4 episode Planet of the Ood was originally going to be the second episode, not the third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Fires of Pompeii was nearly not made into an episode, originally it was going to be World War Two with monsters on the loose in the Natural History Museum as a Nazi strike-force invades. This was dropped because World War 2 was used in Series 1, and Russell T Davies was worried it would be too soon to come back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It was mentioned that during the finale, blue sparkles should fly by in the sky to imply Astrid Peth was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Series 4 finale was originally going to feature Elton Pope, from the episode Love &amp;amp; Monsters in Series 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CAL from Silence in the Library was originally going to be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It was Martha who was originally meant to have the Grandfather, but when it never happened, Donna was given one instead, Wilf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 4.6 was originally tagged as 'the Martha lost in Space episode', but was replaced by The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor's Daughter because it was more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Russell T Davies was asked to appear on ITV show Dancing on Ice, but sadly said no. Julie Gardener is said to be still laughing at this information today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got any trivia? Feel free to post them here!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-2396188112244648767?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/2396188112244648767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=2396188112244648767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2396188112244648767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2396188112244648767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/trivia.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-3716531263887984186</id><published>2009-01-04T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:56:54.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Mum!” Beth gasped, running towards her mother who was digging up a dead flower in her garden.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah raised her head and sprung straight up to hug her. The Doctor watched on, a smile on his face. Sarah eyed him carefully.&lt;br /&gt;“Where’ve you been?” she asked, when they finally pulled apart.&lt;br /&gt;“I told you, travelling,” Beth said, glancing at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah looked the Doctor up and down, “This is him, then…”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor smiled, expecting a slap or a rant coming his way. However, Sarah seemed to smile.&lt;br /&gt;“He seems nice,” she whispered, smoothing back her hair.&lt;br /&gt;“Mum!” Beth said, blushing, “God, you’re worse than me!”There was silence for a moment, and then Sarah said, “Let’s go inside then, we’ll freeze in this weather!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor and Beth settled down on the coach and Beth flicked on the TV, knowing exactly which channel she wanted. A repeat of You’ve Been Framed was showing and Beth half-heartedly laughed at the people making fools of themselves. Sarah walked into the room and laid some tea on the table, while the Doctor kept his eyes fixed on the screen. Beth watched as he reached for his glasses, keeping his eyes glued in the same position.&lt;br /&gt;“Here we go, Custard Creams alright? I didn’t know you were coming so didn’t get anything in…” Sarah said.&lt;br /&gt;Beth mumbled a “yes” and Sarah sat down next to the Doctor, who didn’t acknowledge her presence.&lt;br /&gt;“So…” she said, “Where’ve you been going together?”&lt;br /&gt;“Just… places,” Beth said.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, but where?” Sarah persisted.&lt;br /&gt;Beth sighed, “I dunno… places!”&lt;br /&gt;Sarah frowned at her daughter, “Why are you being like this?”&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean? I’m just trying to watch TV and you’re nattering away in my ear!”&lt;br /&gt;“So you didn’t come to visit me, you came to watch TV!?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s just I happen to find this particular programme very interesting!”“What, You’ve Been Framed? You said you couldn’t stick it before! You said that it’s all a fix and people make it up to get the 250 quid!”&lt;br /&gt;“Does this really matter right now?”&lt;br /&gt;“What’s that? Where’s the remote?” the Doctor suddenly said.&lt;br /&gt;“What?” Beth asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Where’s your remote?” he repeated and Beth handed it to him. He rewound the programme back and played the clip again. He watched the clip closely with his nose nearly touching the screen. “There!” he said and paused the programme.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my God…” Beth said, “Is it…”&lt;br /&gt;“An alien,” the Doctor said, looking closely at the specimen, “It looks like…”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor suddenly stopped and stood up to face Sarah, who had a look of surprise on her face, “Um, we’re just joking…” the Doctor said, “It’s... erm…”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry, I am aware aliens exist you know,” she glanced at Beth and raised her eyebrow, “Carry on.”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor eyed her suspiciously then sighed, leaning in closer to the television screen. “I need to investigate this. C’mon Beth.”They got up and went to leave the room before Sarah said, “Beth? Can I speak to you before you go?”&lt;br /&gt;Beth glanced at the Doctor who nodded.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor walked outside and Beth quickly sat on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;“What is it? Does he need us?” Beth asked, checking the Doctor couldn’t hear.&lt;br /&gt;“Nearly, it’s so close now! But this is all part of it so go along with it and don’t worry,” Sarah answered, “And keep an eye on your watch.”&lt;br /&gt;Beth got up slowly and walked out of the room, turning around once more to face her mother, who she would see again when all this was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are we going to meet Harry Hill?” Beth asked, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;“Hopefully,” the Doctor grinned, “I’ve got shirts like his in the TARDIS wardrobe, one day I’ll wear them. I should make a pact to do so.” He smiled to himself for a moment then shook his head, “No, being serious now, we need to do something about it… maybe we can talk to the executive producers and ask for the person’s address, then we can see if the alien’s still there…”“They’re not just gonna hand out people’s addresses,” Beth said, “Confidentiality and all that business.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, well, I’ve got this,” he waved his psychic paper about and Beth smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“A gadget for every occasion.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yes!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Er, where exactly are we going?” Beth frowned as she and the Doctor stopped walking.&lt;br /&gt;“Um, any idea where the studio is?” the Doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;“How should I know? I’m more of a BBC girl than ITV. All the best shows are on BBC,” she replied.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor smiled, “Hang on, I’ll try and track it with the TARDIS,” he said and ran off in a different direction.&lt;br /&gt;“Now that sounds like a plan,” Beth smiled, following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They managed to find the ITV studios, after 4 hours setting the TARDIS co-ordinates.&lt;br /&gt;“It wasn’t my fault!” the Doctor claimed innocently.&lt;br /&gt;“Well I wasn’t the one flying it!” Beth replied.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor muttered something under his breath as they walked through the doors. The security guard eyed them carefully.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor flashed his psychic paper and the guard nodded, letting them through.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello,” the Doctor said to what looked like a receptionist, “Can you please show me where You’ve Been Framed is produced?”&lt;br /&gt;The woman smiled, “This way, sir.”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor grinned back and Beth nudged him.&lt;br /&gt;“And you say I flirt?” she said.&lt;br /&gt;“That wasn’t flirting, blimey, if you want flirting, have Captain Jack on your speed dial!” he replied.&lt;br /&gt;“Who?”&lt;br /&gt;“Here we are,” the woman said to the Doctor, “Just through this door.”“Thank you,” the Doctor smiled and the woman turned away, grimacing at Beth.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor walked through and met a man who was staring frantically at a screen.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello,” the Doctor beamed, “I’m John Smith and I’m here as an inspector,” he flashed his psychic paper once more and the man groaned. “This isn’t a good time,” he rubbed his eyes, “I’ve got an episode to get out by tomorrow and everything’s going wrong!”&lt;br /&gt;“We won’t be here for long, just need some information about a clip showed on tonight’s episode… can you help me?” the Doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry sir, it’ll have to be another day,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;“But please, it’s important,” Beth said, appearing from behind the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;The man smiled then said, “Well, if it’s important…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watched the clips through and the Doctor paused the screen.&lt;br /&gt;“There,” he said, “I need the address for where this clip was sent from.”&lt;br /&gt;The man eyed him carefully, “Why? You’re just an inspector.”&lt;br /&gt;“We’re testing your… databanks, seeing how well you keep the information stored,” the Doctor said.&lt;br /&gt;The man frowned and got up, “One moment.”&lt;br /&gt;He returned with some paperwork. “Here.”He handed it to them and the Doctor smiled, “Well, that’s it from us now, thanks for your time, bye!”They began to walk off and the man protested, “Oi, we need that information back!”“I’ll return it in the post!” the Doctor called as they ran out of the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right,” the Doctor said as they, once again, stepped out of the TARDIS, “Here’s the place.”“OK, what’s the plan though, are we just gonna go in there and tell them there’s an alien in their garden?” Beth asked as they walked through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;“Well… I haven’t really thought about it yet, but I usually make up things brilliantly as I go along,” he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Beth smiled back as the Doctor rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, an old man in glasses and a jumper answered.&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want? Are you selling me anything? If so, I’m not interested!” the man moaned and went to shut the door. However, the Doctor caught it with his foot.&lt;br /&gt;“No, we’re here to help you,” he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;The man frowned, “What do you mean?”&lt;br /&gt;“I think you know,” the Doctor said, eyeing him carefully.&lt;br /&gt;The man looked at the floor for a moment then said, “You’d better come in.”&lt;br /&gt;“The strange thing is,” the Doctor said, pacing around the room, “In your You’ve Been Framed clip, you were a young man in his 30s, and now, no offence, you’re an old man… You said you’ve lived here all your life… what happened?”&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve seen it then?” the man laughed, “Those were the good times, last year it was, my whole family laughing around in the garden,” his face turned to stone, “Until they were killed…”&lt;br /&gt;Beth felt his pain, “I’m sorry to hear that.”The man looked at her and sighed, “How did you know?”&lt;br /&gt;“We noticed it in the clip,” the Doctor said, “Was it the creature that killed them?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” the man nodded and a tear began to trail down his cheek, “And it did this to me, turned me into an old, decrepit man!” He slumped onto his chair, “It happened so quickly, one moment everything was fine, the next, my wife and children were dead and I was being changed into this useless lump!”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re not useless,” Beth said, sitting by his side, “Don’t worry, we can change you back,” she looked at the Doctor, “Can’t we?”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;“You can’t bring back my family though, can you?” he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;Beth looked at the floor then joined the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;“Shall we look outside?” the Doctor suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden was small but consisted of a shed, a few hedges and a swing. Beth remembered it vividly from the video. The garden looked dull and dreary; dead, almost.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor immediately began scanning the area.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry,” Beth said to the man, “The Doctor’s an expert in all this, you can trust us.”&lt;br /&gt;“I already do,” the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;Beth smiled half-heartedly and watched as the Doctor frowned, “It’s definitely not out here. Perhaps it got in the house?”&lt;br /&gt;The man frowned, “Do you think so?”&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm,” he said, “Lets take a look.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked through the doors and the man locked the door behind them. The man put out his hand.&lt;br /&gt;“Look wherever you like,” the man said, gesturing for the Doctor to leave.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor did so. Once he had gone, the man closed the kitchen door to talk to Beth.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry about what I’m about to do,” he winked at Beth, “It’s all under his orders.”Beth’s eyes widened and she whispered, “But I thought he wasn’t ready?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, he is,” the man smiled, “It’s happening!”&lt;br /&gt;Beth’s arms shook nervously, “But he can’t be!”The man looked shocked, “Don’t say you’re backing out now? He said you may get attached to the Doctor and give up… Well you don’t want what happened to your father to happen to you, do you?”&lt;br /&gt;Beth slowed her breathing then shook her head, “OK, what are you gonna do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor scanned the room and, to his surprise, nothing was there. He frowned and suddenly his ears were filled with the sound of Beth’s scream. He leapt out of the door at lightening speed and shot into the kitchen. He saw the man grabbing Beth by the neck.&lt;br /&gt;“Beth, don’t worry, keep calm,” the Doctor said, “Now listen, you let her go or I’ll have to force you.”&lt;br /&gt;The man laughed, “But can you stop me?”&lt;br /&gt;He shuddered and suddenly, the creature that was on the video appeared from out of him. The man had now turned back to what he looked like on the video and had collapsed onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor gasped, “You were inside him all along, what, feeding on him? And that made him age somehow…”&lt;br /&gt;The creature seemed to snarl as, behind him, the man rose with an evil smile across his face.&lt;br /&gt;“Stay back,” the Doctor said, “You’ll be safe, I promise.”“Oh I have no worries, Doctor,” the man said, stroking the small creature now, “This is my pet.”&lt;br /&gt;“What?” the Doctor frowned, “Has it messed with your mind?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no,” the man laughed, “But it will mess with yours!”&lt;br /&gt;The creature was small and like a dog. It had beady yellow eyes and red teeth. The Doctor winced as it leapt up and latched onto his leg.&lt;br /&gt;“Get off!” he shouted, shaking around trying to dismantle it. Its grip was like a robot.&lt;br /&gt;Beth stood still, not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;“Now, we leave!” the man said facing Beth, he grabbed her watch and fiddled with it. He muttered, “Use the teleport.”&lt;br /&gt;Beth did so and suddenly they all disappeared, heading towards their doom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-3716531263887984186?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/3716531263887984186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=3716531263887984186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/3716531263887984186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/3716531263887984186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/ep-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-7653547922174153575</id><published>2009-01-02T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:28:24.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beth walked in through the familiar doors of the newsagents and smiled at John.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey John,” she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Alright Beth?” he replied.&lt;br /&gt;“Not too bad,” she walked behind the counter and said, “Any trouble with that gang last night?”&lt;br /&gt;“No,” John called, “Shop around the corner did last night though, damage to their windows, and dented doors… it’s terrible. Might be an epidemic of louts.”&lt;br /&gt;“Mmm,” Beth replied, preoccupied. She looked over at the CCTV footage and saw the man again. She shuddered as he somehow managed to open the locked doors and walk inside the shop. She looked closely as he walked around, his long coat swaying, as he searched for something. After about 5 minutes, his shoulders seemed to slump in defeat and he walked back out. Beth shivered; it was the fourth time this man had been in the shop now, she was beginning to get scared…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 weeks ago…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This place is weird…” Beth muttered, spinning in a circle.&lt;br /&gt;“Aw, it’s not, it’s amazing!” the Doctor replied.&lt;br /&gt;They were on the planet Felspoon exploring a local village. Beth was fed up with being barged and hit on the leg with old women’s handbags.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s just like when my Mum drags me in Marks and Spencer’s!” Beth moaned.&lt;br /&gt;“Wait until you see the main attraction!” the Doctor said excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;“Woop, I can’t wait,” Beth said dully.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor grabbed Beth’s hand and pulled her through the grassy field to a forest. He stood and admired it happily.&lt;br /&gt;“Er, is this it?” Beth asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Wait for it!” the Doctor grinned.&lt;br /&gt;Beth tapped her foot impatiently when suddenly, a chilling breeze filled the air and, one by one, the trees began swaying like they were dancing. Beth found herself enthralled watching the trees and listening to the melody the breeze seemed to cause. The Doctor looked over at Beth, who was open mouthed, and grinned.&lt;br /&gt;“Told you you’d like it,” he smiled smugly.&lt;br /&gt;Beth nudged him in the ribs, not looking away from the trees. While she was doing so, she noticed a brief flicker in the trees. She frowned, leaning closer.&lt;br /&gt;“Did you see that?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“See what?” the Doctor replied.&lt;br /&gt;“There was something in the trees…” she said, walking forward to head in to the forest.&lt;br /&gt;“Do you think heading into a dark and deserted forest is a good idea?” the Doctor asked, walking behind her.&lt;br /&gt;Beth turned and raised an eyebrow and the Doctor grinned, “Ah, since when has anything I’ve done been a good idea?!”&lt;br /&gt;They headed into the unknown and Beth suddenly regretted doing so.&lt;br /&gt;“Perhaps we should turn back?” she said, turning around to talk the Doctor but realising he’d disappeared, “Doctor?” she asked nervously, “Doctor?”There was a strange scuttling sound and Beth’s head snapped around anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;“Doctor?” she yelled, “Doctor!”&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she felt something spiky on her leg and everything around her began to fuzz as she screamed and faded away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Beth?” the Doctor asked, hearing a scream, “Ooh… that was weird… lots of energy,” the Doctor said as he felt a strange energy surge. He shook his head and recovered, “Blimey that was strong. Beth?”&lt;br /&gt;He traipsed through the forest in search of his companion but she was no where.&lt;br /&gt;“Beth?” he said in a small voice.&lt;br /&gt;Once he’d realised what had probably happened, he whipped out his sonic screwdriver. After scanning the area he ran at a top speed back to the TARDIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth stacked some magazines on the shelf when suddenly a vivid image attacked her. It was that man again, in the tight suit and flowing coat. He was in some big room with some sort of console in the middle. He had a woman in there with him and Beth strangely thought she shouldn’t be there… it should be herself…&lt;br /&gt;Beth snapped out of it and suddenly scattered the magazines on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh!” she frowned and began to gather them up.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong?” John asked, appearing out of the store cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, it’s nothing, just dropped a few magazines,” Beth shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;John tutted, “You’re the clumsiest person I know,” he joked.&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up!” Beth replied, standing up, “Anyway,” she turned to face the window and watched as a brown blur duck behind a nearby phone box. She frowned and slowly turned back around to face John, “Sorry, what was I saying?”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re getting distracted a lot recently you know,” he said, “Anyway, could you possibly go to the chippy and get us some lunch? I’m starving!”Beth sighed and said, “What d’ya want?”&lt;br /&gt;“Anything, I’ll live dangerously,” he grinned.&lt;br /&gt;“I suppose I’m paying then,” Beth said, walking out of the door.&lt;br /&gt;“Brilliant!” he smiled and Beth stopped in the doorway. She couldn’t ignore the feeling that John reminded her of someone. She shook her head, dismissing it and walked over to the chip shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor raced back to the TARDIS only to find a woman waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;“You took your time,” she said, nudging him in the ribs, “C’mon it’s freezing out here!”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor frowned, “Er, do I know you?”&lt;br /&gt;The woman frowned also, “Don’t be stupid. Hello,” she waved, “I’m Bethany, your companion!”&lt;br /&gt;Once the Doctor opened the TARDIS doors, Bethany raced inside, and sat on a chair.&lt;br /&gt;“Where are we going next then?” she smiled expectantly.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor took off his coat and chucked it onto the nearby railing.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry, I really don’t know who you are,” he frowned and leaned in to look closely at Bethany, “You should be Beth, not Bethany, and you shouldn’t have blonde hair and blue eyes… Something’s happened.”&lt;br /&gt;He clicked a few buttons on the console and the TARDIS jerked into life.&lt;br /&gt;“I think you’ve been on the beer,” Bethany laughed, “Where are we heading?”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor eyed her carefully, “I’m following a signal that appeared when Beth disappeared.”&lt;br /&gt;“Who is this Beth? Don’t you mean Beth-an-y?” she said in a slow voice, “It’s me, Bethany!”&lt;br /&gt;“Just be quiet a minute, you’re getting on my nerves,” the Doctor snapped as he put on his glasses.&lt;br /&gt;“Fine,” Bethany replied, slumping on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;The TARDIS hurtled to Liverpool and landed outside a row of shops.&lt;br /&gt;“Here we are then,” the Doctor said, stepping outside, “Beth’s in Liverpool. Hmm, that’s odd. From Felspoon, 20,800, to Liverpool…” he grabbed a newspaper on a bench, “2009, present day, that’s one heck of a transportation…”&lt;br /&gt;Bethany hit him on the shoulder, “Oi, I am here…”&lt;br /&gt;She trailed off gazing at a local newsagents. The Doctor followed her stare.&lt;br /&gt;“What is it?” the Doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;“That shop…” she walked slowly over to it, “It seems familiar…”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor ran over to the shop and gasped, “There’s Beth! Ooh…” he ducked before Beth could see him, “Don’t want to confuse her,” he explained to Bethany.&lt;br /&gt;“What the heck are you on about?” Bethany asked, losing her patience.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor ushered her away rudely.&lt;br /&gt;“I need to come back here and take some readings…” he mumbled to himself, “I’ll have to wait ‘til tonight.” He got up and sighed, “C’mon Bethany, back to the TARDIS.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK, I’m officially getting scared now,” Beth said to John as they walked home.&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?” he frowned, “How come?”&lt;br /&gt;“I think I’m being stalked,” Beth said, looking around and checking her surroundings. It was worse in the dark. As a vworping sound suddenly filled the air she gasped.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s that sound again! I’ve been dreaming about it!”&lt;br /&gt;She began shaking and John wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Beth jumped back.&lt;br /&gt;“And you!” she pointed, “You’re reminding me of someone!”&lt;br /&gt;John frowned, “And that’s my fault…?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, just stop it!” Beth snapped and held her head in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;John stood there for a minute and began to walk away, “See you tomorrow morning then...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Beth staggered into work, constantly looking around her. She was on edge constantly.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s really weird,” she kept saying, “Like… like… I should be somewhere else.”&lt;br /&gt;“No, I’m telling you you’re right where you’re supposed to be, working for me.” John answered.Beth frowned. She gazed at the clock and hoped she wouldn’t encounter him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right, Bethany, we’re going in,” the Doctor declared, heading towards the shop once more.&lt;br /&gt;“Where? The shop?” she winced, “Do we have to? It doesn’t seem right… it reminds me of something.”&lt;br /&gt;“Exactly,” the Doctor answered and strode through the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my God, it’s him!” Beth yelped as she watched the man walking towards her. She cowered behind John, “That’s the stalker.”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor walked forward and frowned, “Stalker? Nah, it’s me Beth… remember me?”&lt;br /&gt;Beth frowned, “Shut up. You’ve been following me for ages now, if you don’t leave I’ll ring the police!”“Beth,” he said, moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;“How do you know my name?” Beth asked, stepping back.&lt;br /&gt;“You used to travel with me? Remember? In the TARDIS?” he prompted.&lt;br /&gt;When Beth gave no reply the Doctor moved forward.&lt;br /&gt;“Remember I met you at your laboratory, then took you back in time to World War One, then to Barcelona, then Glastonbury, surely you remember that!” he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Beth felt the memories jabbing back at her and she smiled briefly.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes? You remember, don’t you!” the Doctor grinned.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know what on Earth you’re on about mate,” John suddenly interrupted, “But if you don’t get out of my shop within the next minute I’ll kick you out.”&lt;br /&gt;“And you, surely you remember Bethany here?” he gestured towards here, “She used to work here, not Beth!” He turned to face Bethany, “And you know deep down don’t you? You’ve realised.”&lt;br /&gt;Bethany gave the tiniest of nods and the Doctor said, “They’ve…” he paused, “switched places…”He hung onto those words for a minute then jumped up, “Oh! How have I been so thick! It all makes sense now!”Beth frowned once more.&lt;br /&gt;“We were in the forest and I felt an energy surge, it was you being pulled back to this time and switching places with Bethany, and you know what aliens inhabit that forest? The Felspooni! Creatures, distantly related to the Trickster, that live off the energy caused by switching people’s lives. That’s what’s been done! Now if I can…” he grabbed his sonic screwdriver and flicked a switch. Suddenly, a spiky small creature appeared in the middle of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;“Ugh!” Beth squealed.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s a Felspooni,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;The creature was brown and covered in spikes. It didn’t appear to have any facial features apart from a mouth, used to consume the energy.&lt;br /&gt;“And now, if I get rid of it, hopefully you two will switch back places again and everything will be normal…” he clicked another switch and suddenly the Felspooni disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;“There,” he looked at Beth who frowned.&lt;br /&gt;“What am I doing behind here?” she asked, and ran over to the Doctor, hugging him tightly. Bethany did the same to John.&lt;br /&gt;“You haven’t sacked me and replaced me with another model have you?” she asked John as she glared at Beth. Beth frowned back.&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s get out of here before anything strange happens,” Beth said.&lt;br /&gt;They scattered out of the newsagents and headed towards the TARDIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor finished explaining what had happened to Beth.&lt;br /&gt;“Blimey, that must have been weird,” she frowned, “Did you miss me?”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor smiled, “I’m just glad you’re back, that Bethany… well, she was a bit ditzy, can I just ask, what was your bosses’ name?”&lt;br /&gt;“John, John Smith,” Beth replied, “Why?”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry,” the Doctor said, opening the doors. When they stepped inside Beth smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“What is it?” the Doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Well you know I asked before… can we go home? I need to see my Mum,” she said, looking at the floor guiltily.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor looked around for a while considering the possibilities. He then sighed.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh… alright, if you must,” he said and prepared to face Beth’s mother once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-7653547922174153575?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/7653547922174153575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=7653547922174153575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/7653547922174153575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/7653547922174153575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2009/01/beth-walked-in-through-familiar-doors.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-2103235341077974360</id><published>2008-12-31T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:58:40.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Doctor looked from Beth to Will and back to Beth again.&lt;br /&gt;“Um, well I’d obviously prefer quick, but,” the Doctor said, “You’d have to be pretty quick to catch me!”&lt;br /&gt;With that, the Doctor had pelted around the corner, out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;“Damn it!” Will said, punching the air in anger.&lt;br /&gt;“Patience…” the ghostly figure said from behind them both. They turned around silently, “He will not be hard to find. Now, on with the plan. More humans are needed, bring them to me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor ran down the street and skidded to a halt. He thought to himself for a moment, then ran ahead to Will’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the doorbell rang again, Mandy rushed up to see the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;“What happened, did you find him?” she looked around and frowned, “Where’s your friend?”&lt;br /&gt;When the Doctor said nothing, she raised her hands to her mouth, “Oh no! No!”&lt;br /&gt;“Sit down a minute,” the Doctor said. Once they had done so, he said, “I know where both of them are, but the thing is… they don’t know who they are.”&lt;br /&gt;Kyle frowned, waiting for the Doctor’s explanation.&lt;br /&gt;“Some creature… an alien… has taken over their minds and is controlling them for something.”&lt;br /&gt;Mandy gasped and, once again, began crying. Kyle sighed.&lt;br /&gt;“Those flipping aliens,” his hands balled into fists, “They’ve gone too far this time, just what until I get my hands on them!”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah?” Mandy said, “Then I’ll end up losing you too!”&lt;br /&gt;There was silence and Mandy said, “No one’s going anywhere apart from the Doctor, you can stop them can’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I think so, yes,” the Doctor smiled, but Kyle remained tense.&lt;br /&gt;“How do we know we can trust you?” he frowned.&lt;br /&gt;“You already do, don’t you?” the Doctor replied.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle stared at the floor for a moment then nodded his head a fraction.&lt;br /&gt;“Exactly,” the Doctor said, leaping up, “Right, do you keep torches anywhere?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor headed out into the empty street, gadgets and equipment stuffed into his bigger-on-the-inside coat pockets. Kyle and Mandy stood in their doorway.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?” Mandy asked, biting her nails.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” the Doctor said with steely eyes, “And I promise you, your son will be back here, safe and sound, back to normal.”&lt;br /&gt;He ran down the street and Mandy slowly closed the doors, a small sense of hope keeping her standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Go!” the ghostly figure instructed, and Will left the warehouse in search for humans. Beth stood to face her master.&lt;br /&gt;“What can I do to help?” she asked in a dull, robotic voice.&lt;br /&gt;“You,” the figure said, “will bring me the Doctor! Lure him in.”&lt;br /&gt;Beth nodded and stalked out of the warehouse at a hefty speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor ran without once losing his breath when suddenly, he saw Will. He watched as the boy knocked on house doors and somehow managed to lure humans to follow him. He squinted to see and noticed Will was removing his necklace and using it to control them.&lt;br /&gt;“Psychic necklace?” the Doctor said to himself.&lt;br /&gt;Will’s head snapped around to the Doctor’s direction and he quickly leapt behind some nearby bins to avoid his gaze. Will stared for a few moments, and then continued knocking on the houses. The Doctor sighed and pelted down the street when Will wasn’t looking. He ran and tried to make it around the corner before Will could notice him. To his surprise, he was able to do so and leapt for joy when he cleared the street.&lt;br /&gt;“Ha!” he cried.&lt;br /&gt;“Doctor!” a nearby voice said and the Doctor turned around.&lt;br /&gt;“Beth!” he said with joy and ran up to hug her. The possessed Beth tried to hug back but couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. The Doctor frowned as he pulled away.&lt;br /&gt;“How come you remember me?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;“The thing freed me, said it didn’t need me anymore,” Beth said in a flat voice.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor eyed her carefully, “Right.”&lt;br /&gt;“But you need to go back to the warehouse to save Will,” she replied, “I’ll show you the way.”&lt;br /&gt;She pulled him by the arm and the Doctor muttered, “You’re keen to get back…”&lt;br /&gt;“I just want to help Will…” Beth replied.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor sighed as Beth pulled him along, she was still possessed and he knew it; he’d just seen Will! So what was she up to…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor let Beth pull him around the corner back to the warehouse. The Doctor shuddered, “It’s creepy around here.”&lt;br /&gt;He waited for a reply but there was none. He was 100% positive this wasn’t Beth.&lt;br /&gt;They walked down the familiar setting and there it was again, the ghostly figure waiting to invade his mind.&lt;br /&gt;“Doctor!” it said in a sinister voice, “How very nice of you to return…”&lt;br /&gt;It sauntered down to meet his face and the Doctor smiled, “Yup, I just couldn’t resist. Can I just say one thing though; before you do whatever you intend doing with me? I don’t recommend you give your followers acting careers. I knew Beth was still under your control, it was obvious.” The Doctor glanced at Beth, “I know the real Beth.”&lt;br /&gt;He noticed the necklace that was now around her neck. Beth remained unmoved by the Doctor’s speech.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, we can’t have that can we? You failed your job, you must be punished,” the creature taunted and pointed directly at Beth. Ripples of pain ran through Beth’s body as she rolled around on the floor in agony. The Doctor looked away, disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;“Stop it!” he yelled, “Stop it now!”&lt;br /&gt;The figure snapped back her hand and Beth lay on the floor, gasping for breath. She looked at the Doctor for a moment then suddenly whipped the necklace from off her neck. She ran towards the Doctor and they hugged. Beth was limp and weak.&lt;br /&gt;“What happened?” the figure asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Dunno, but Beth’s certainly snapped out of it! Come to her senses probably after that shock,” the Doctor said happily. He looked down at Beth, “You alright?”&lt;br /&gt;She rubbed her head, “I’ve been better. That was so strange… it was like I was… looking down on my body. I tried to stop what I was doing desperately, but I wasn’t strong enough!”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry, it’s over now.” The Doctor smiled. He then looked at the figure.&lt;br /&gt;“Now, what’s all this for?”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” it sauntered away, “And anyway, it’s too late for you to stop us now.”&lt;br /&gt;“Us?” the Doctor repeated, “I only see one of you…”&lt;br /&gt;“They will arrive soon and they will feast,” it seemed to snigger.&lt;br /&gt;Beth frowned and said, “Can you hear something?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, looks like the troops are returning,” the Doctor said, looking towards the door. Will led a group of humans into the warehouse.  Will gazed at the Doctor full of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;"Why isn't he dead? He's our biggest threat with all his technology!" he spat.&lt;br /&gt;"Seeing as you &lt;em&gt;failed &lt;/em&gt;to kill him with your vehicle," the figure said, "He's still alive."&lt;br /&gt;Will looked at the floor, ashamed. He then stood obediently in front of the figure along with all the humans.&lt;br /&gt;“Now, my family shall descend!” the figure said, raising its arms to the ceiling. Everyone in the warehouse glanced up as a blinding light filled the room. Beth closed her eyes but the Doctor continued to look. He watched as more of the ghostly figures floated down effortlessly to join the one already present. Once there were 10 of them in the room, the light disappeared and Beth opened her eyes, gasping.&lt;br /&gt;“We are the Plamoon and we will reign supreme!” they chanted together and Beth cowered behind the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;“The Plamoon,” the Doctor said nodding, “That’s a new one.”&lt;br /&gt;“You are not allowed to use our name,” one of them ordered, “It is forbidden.”&lt;br /&gt;“What shall I call you then? Bob?” the Doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Humans are not worthy to mention our name,” another stated.&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, there’s a slight flaw in that concept,” the Doctor answered, “I’m not human.”&lt;br /&gt;“What are you then?”&lt;br /&gt;“Time Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;There was silence amongst the Plamoon as they communicated with eachother in their heads but then one sauntered forward.&lt;br /&gt;“It is no matter, we shall still feast.”&lt;br /&gt;“On the humans?” Beth asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, and on the Time Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;“But you can’t!” Beth shouted.&lt;br /&gt;“Why not? Who’s gonna miss a few humans?”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you just going to eat them all?” Beth frowned.&lt;br /&gt;“Eat? No, we feed on their thoughts and minds!” one stated proudly.&lt;br /&gt;“Ah…” the Doctor said, circling them now, “So that’s how you controlled Beth and Will, you’ve got some sort of way of taking over the human mind.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s our speciality,” another answered.&lt;br /&gt;They all seemed to laugh at this as if it were some private joke.&lt;br /&gt;“Why have you come here to feast? Surely you have a planet?” the Doctor questioned.&lt;br /&gt;“It was destroyed,” one said.&lt;br /&gt;There was silence for a while then the Doctor said, “Tell you what, why don’t you feed on my mind instead of all these humans? Trust me, it’ll be a feast for all of you.”&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to consider it then said, “You will be our starter!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, I'm more like the main course!" the Doctor said, insulted.&lt;br /&gt;“No!” Beth shouted.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor turned around and winked at her, “Don’t worry,” he said in a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;They all crowded around the Doctor and reached out their hands. They started feeding and the Doctor balled his hands into fists to try and ignore the pain. Suddenly, some of the Plamoon began jerking and one by one they disintegrated. Once they were all gone, the Doctor staggered back, rubbing his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Blimey that was rough,” he shuddered.&lt;br /&gt;“Doctor, what happened?” Beth asked.&lt;br /&gt;All around them, the humans were coming back to their senses and frowning at their surroundings. They began to walk off and suddenly, Will was at the Doctor’s side.&lt;br /&gt;“Where am I?” he asked, “What’s going on? Beth!”&lt;br /&gt;“Will!” Beth said, hugging him, “You’re back to normal! Oh wait until your parents see this!”&lt;br /&gt;They walked out of the warehouse leaving the darkness behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Will!” Mandy gasped, clutching her son close.&lt;br /&gt;“Mum, please,” he groaned, “You’re embarrassing me!”&lt;br /&gt;He turned around to face the Doctor and Beth and smiled, “Thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;“No problem,” the Doctor grinned, “It’s what we do.”&lt;br /&gt;Will turned to Beth, “Are you going now?” He looked at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” Beth said, “It was nice knowing you.”&lt;br /&gt;She bent over and planted a kiss on Will’s cheek. Will turned crimson and waved them off as they walked down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what did happen? You never told me…” Beth asked as they stepped into the TARDIS.&lt;br /&gt;“My mind is full of some amazing things, both frightening and overwhelming,” the Doctor sighed, “I’ve seen most of time and most species can’t handle it, they simply disintegrated.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm,” Beth thought, “And how do you cope with your mind?”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor looked at her and said nothing. He walked over to the console and said, “C’mon where next?”&lt;br /&gt;Beth frowned for a moment then smiled, “Maybe a trip back home again…?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh God.” He said simply.&lt;br /&gt;Beth smiled as the TARDIS lurched once more into life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-2103235341077974360?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/2103235341077974360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=2103235341077974360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2103235341077974360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2103235341077974360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2008/12/doctor-looked-from-beth-to-will-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-7175136874199792656</id><published>2008-12-06T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:46:54.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the storm raged outside and the wind howled, Will pulled the covers over his face. He was not only desperately trying to block out the chilling sounds from outside, but the feeling that he was not alone…&lt;br /&gt;Just 10 seconds earlier, he was sitting up in bed reading his Harry Potter book when, in the doorway, he thought he had seen a figure. A white figure.&lt;br /&gt;He had shaken his head, dismissing the idea completely, and slithered under his duvet, but the idea was niggling away at the back of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be stupid, Will,” he said to himself, “You’re probably just imagining things.”&lt;br /&gt;He closed his eyes tight and then felt an ice cold breeze rustle his hair. Shivers ran down his spine as he remembered he had closed his window because of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;“Keep calm,” he thought, “You’re dreaming.”&lt;br /&gt;It was only when the cover was peeled away from him and the white figure loomed above him that he released it wasn’t a dream; it was a nightmare, and it was real.&lt;br /&gt;A yelp escaped from his lips and before the sound could echo into his parents’ room, the figure, which was completely mist like, touched Will’s forehead. Will suddenly felt a piercing pain fill his head, and before he knew it, everything went black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy and Kyle woke up to a strange banging sound and immediately jumped out of bed. They walked cautiously down the stairs to see their son, Will, hammering on the front door.&lt;br /&gt;“Will! What are you doing?” Kyle shouted.&lt;br /&gt;Will turned around, a look of anger on his face, “I don’t know who you are, but if you don’t let me out right now, I’ll smash the door down!”&lt;br /&gt;Mandy and Kyle exchanged panicked glances and Mandy said softly, “Love, you live here.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know who you are!” Will replied, “It’s against the law to kidnap you know!”&lt;br /&gt;Mandy gasped and tears began flowing down her face.&lt;br /&gt;“Stop messing around Will, this isn’t funny,” Kyle enforced, “You get your school stuff ready right now!”“I don’t know you!” Will shouted, kicking the door. It shuddered and Will angrily reached for some keys on a nearby table. He quickly unlocked the door and before Kyle could stop him, he was running outside. Mandy sobbed and Kyle stood in disbelief as his son ran away from him. He slowly closed the door and turned to face Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;“He’ll be back when it’s teatime,” he said, “Mark my words.” He hugged his wife and said, “Cuppa?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor frowned, “Beth!”&lt;br /&gt;In the TARDIS wardrobe, Beth was hanging her clothes onto the twisty railing. She stopped at hearing the Doctor’s voice, and ran into the console room. She popped her head through the door.&lt;br /&gt;“Take a look at this,” the Doctor said.&lt;br /&gt;Beth stared at the TARDIS console to see a red line whizzing around a screen in all directions.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s that?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Someone is up to no good,” the Doctor sighed, pulling a lever, “We’ll have to investigate.”&lt;br /&gt;There was a serious look between them for about a fraction of a second, then the Doctor grinned and Beth exploded into a fit of giggles.&lt;br /&gt;“You love all this really, don’t you?” she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“What? The trouble? The aliens? The… explosions?!” he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;The TARDIS whizzed once more, this time to modern day earth in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy glanced nervously at the clock as the hands ticked just past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;“Back for teatime?” she spluttered, sobbing into her coffee, “What’s wrong with him?!”&lt;br /&gt;Kyle paced around the table. He knew deep down that something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;There was a sudden knock at the door and Kyle leapt up like a frog. He opened the door full of hope but was deflated as soon as he saw a young woman and a man in a suit staring back at him, smiling. The man had a piece of junk in his hands and Kyle sighed.&lt;br /&gt;“Look, I don’t want to buy anything, go away,” he went to close the door shut when the Doctor put his foot in the way.&lt;br /&gt;“Actually, we’re here to help you, not sell you stuff,” he grinned, and the man felt a strange sense of trust towards him. Mandy was now at the door.&lt;br /&gt;“Help us?” she repeated.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, there have been some strange readings around your house recently,” the Doctor said.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and Beth exchanged looks, then said, “You’d better come in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s always a good sign when people offer you tea,” the Doctor grinned, and Beth nudged him in the ribs. “That’s not appropriate,” she said through gritted teeth.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor placed the tea on the table then looked at Kyle, “Has anything strange happened here recently?”&lt;br /&gt;Mandy began to cry and Beth sat by her side, arm on her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;“W-Will…” she sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;“Who is that?” Beth said softly.&lt;br /&gt;“Our son,” Mandy stuttered, “This morning, he said we weren’t his parents! H-he said he didn’t know who we were!”&lt;br /&gt;Mandy cried into Beth’s chest and Beth looked up at the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor was frowning, glancing at his machine. “Do you mind if I take a look around?”&lt;br /&gt;Before he could get an answer, he was halfway up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;After Mandy had finished crying, Beth stood up and sat back on the sofa. There was a sudden frantic bang on the door and Mandy shot up.&lt;br /&gt;“Will!” she shouted, grabbing her son in a tight hug. Beth watched on, confused.&lt;br /&gt;Will sat down on the sofa next to Beth, slightly shaken. However, when he saw Beth he immediately flushed and fiddled with his hair nervously. He looked up at Beth and blushed when she smiled at him.&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you?” he finally asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Beth,” she smiled, “I’m guessing you’re Will.”&lt;br /&gt;Will blushed and Beth noticed as he turned his head, something glittered on his neck. She looked closer and it seemed he had a necklace of some sort attached to his skin. Before Beth could ask, Will started shuddering and closing his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Will?” Mandy asked, “Will, what’s wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;After a moment or so, Will stood upright and shouted, “What is wrong with you people? Why do you keep bringing me back here? Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;He stormed towards the door, took one last disgusted look back and slammed the door. As this happened, the Doctor stepped down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;“What did I miss?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well that’s odd,” he frowned.&lt;br /&gt;Beth looked at the floor, “Did you find anything up there?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, there’s a high psychic reading up there,” he said seriously.&lt;br /&gt;“Where exactly?” Kyle asked.&lt;br /&gt;“In Will’s bedroom.”&lt;br /&gt;Mandy began crying again and Beth said, “Would you excuse us for a moment?”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor and Beth stood in the kitchen. Beth said, “What do you suspect it is?”&lt;br /&gt;“Well it seems something is tampering with Will’s memory or something,” he opened a nearby biscuit tin, took out a digestive and began eating it, much to Beth’s disapproval, “I think what happened out there was a temporary blockage in the psychic link,” Beth frowned, “The power which was controlling him must have weakened for a moment and Will must have remembered his parents, ran back home, but then the link must have reinforced itself and Will forgot them again.”&lt;br /&gt;“It must be tough for them,” Beth said, glancing at Mandy, who was once again crying.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” the Doctor sighed, “It’s tough when someone you’re close to forgets all about you.”&lt;br /&gt;He was silent for a moment then said, “But we’ll put a stop to this, there’s got to be a way.”&lt;br /&gt;He walked back into the living room and said, “Right, we’re going to find Will for you and ensure he’s back to normal.”&lt;br /&gt;Kyle smiled and Mandy stopped sobbing for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;“How can you say that, you might not be able to…?” Kyle said.&lt;br /&gt;“I promise,” the Doctor said seriously and Kyle smiled, having full trust in this man who he had just gotten to know.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry about us, we’ll be back soon,” Beth smiled and they left them in the room, full of hope and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor and Beth hurried down the dark street, hearing foxes scattering in the alleyways and groups of teenagers shouting outside the shops. Beth looked around nervously, anything could happen to them.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor walked forward confidently, Beth trailing by his side.&lt;br /&gt;“Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?” Beth laughed nervously.&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm?” the Doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;A camera in the distance turned towards the pair and suddenly all the lights in the street flickered off one by one, leaving them completely in darkness. Beth clutched at the Doctor’s arm and he muttered, “Keep calm, we’ll be fine.”Beth heard a car swerving in the distance and screamed as a car with its lights shining menacingly came hurtling towards them.&lt;br /&gt;“Doctor!” she shouted and he pulled them both out of the way moments before the car zoomed past them. She heard it crash out of control and suddenly a loud bang echoed into the street. The Doctor and Beth stood still breathlessly and suddenly, the lights flickered back on. They noticed the car wreckage crashed up against the wall and ran towards it. When they reached it, Beth gasped at the passenger whose head was against the wheel. It was Will.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my God, is he alive?” Beth gasped.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor slowly removed him from the car and suddenly Will sprang to life. He wriggled in the Doctor’s arms, thrashing around and demanding to be let go.&lt;br /&gt;“Get off me!” he shouted, “I’ve got a job to do.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hey,” the Doctor said, “You just tried to kill us and you’re asking me to let you go? I think it’s us who should be ordering you about.”&lt;br /&gt;Will slumped, defeated and said, “What do you want me to do?”&lt;br /&gt;“Take me to your leader,” the Doctor said, trying not to grin. Beth rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Fine,” Will said calmly, “But whatever happens is completely your fault.”&lt;br /&gt;Beth watched him as he grinned evilly and led them towards his leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor and Beth turned a corner and a shabby warehouse was in front of them. Beth swallowed as they entered and in the distance was a white figure.&lt;br /&gt;“Please don’t be ghosts,” she thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;Before anything else could happen, the figure turned around and lunged at Beth. She screamed as the figure completely covered her and wrapped its strangely strong hands around her hand. She could just about see the Doctor stumbling for his sonic screwdriver, but then he was grabbed back by Will who had a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;“More will join the army,” he chanted, “More will join the army.”Beth struggled and a feeling overcame her head. She felt memories disappearing and thoughts fading. Slowly, her head became light and she collapsed to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;“Beth!” the Doctor shouted, trying to lunge forward and help her but failing.&lt;br /&gt;The figure sauntered backwards and stood where it was before. Beth slowly got up, a look of hatred in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Beth?” the Doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;Beth looked the Doctor up and down, disgusted and said, “When do we get to kill this one?”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor watched as Beth examined him, “Don’t you remember me?” he asked helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve never seen you before in my life,” she said, walking towards Will, “Now, which death would you like? Slow, fast or painful?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be Continued…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-7175136874199792656?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/7175136874199792656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=7175136874199792656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/7175136874199792656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/7175136874199792656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2008/12/ep-8-creatures-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-2274901687220117199</id><published>2008-12-04T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:52:47.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/STgl2zEGpdI/AAAAAAAADCg/f1Vb6Pqk9Is/s1600-h/safb.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276008586815120850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/STgl2zEGpdI/AAAAAAAADCg/f1Vb6Pqk9Is/s400/safb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seeing as it's Christmas soon, The-OncomingStorm is giving you the chance to win a Christmas gift! The prizes up for grabs are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3 Doctor Who books of your choice (from a selection)&lt;br /&gt;- One special, surprise gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested? All you have to do is answer this simple question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q - Which actor has played the parts of the aliens Bannakaffalatta and the Graske?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know? Send your answer and name to: &lt;a href="mailto:beckythe-oncomingstorm@msn.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beckythe-oncomingstorm@msn.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have until 19th December to enter. Your package will then hopefully get to you for Christmas! Good luck and get entering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-2274901687220117199?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/2274901687220117199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=2274901687220117199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2274901687220117199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/2274901687220117199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-giveaway.html' title='Christmas Giveaway!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/STgl2zEGpdI/AAAAAAAADCg/f1Vb6Pqk9Is/s72-c/safb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-8266790436373123089</id><published>2008-12-03T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:13:07.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue of people stretched all the way down the slope, to the log houses. Snow fell in flakes past the crystal trees, frozen by the unforgiving, deadly and silent ice. The Mountainous Krepps on the Planet Cziak rose up to an unimaginable height, while the trees stretched out across the sparkling landscape as far as the eye could see. The planet’s two sun’s rays reflected off the snow, producing a deathly glow that emanated all around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth wrapped her coat increasingly tighter around her. She felt the cold wind biting her face, and her nose was red raw. She and the Doctor, along with the three aliens they’d met at the log houses had braved the Krepps to experience the thrill of whizzing down the slopes at an incalculable speed, with the help of the strained gravity the pulled the seas on the planet Cziak up to the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bit freezing,” Beth muttered “I wish this queue would hurry up.”&lt;br /&gt;“Tell me about it!” Frankie, her pink skinned friend shivered “oh but wait! There are 25 people ahead of us- we won’t get on the next cable car!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Frankie spoke her words, a new cable car trundled forwards, creaking on the ancient ropes. Everyone slowly waddled forward, unable to walk properly in their thick coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At least we’ll be at the front of the queue,” Lenny, the many tentacled Drivios pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lenny’s surprise, he and his five friends did get onto the cable car. It was slightly cramped, but they would be able to start their skiing experience quicker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short while later, the Doctor and the others were observing the view as the cable car glided over a snowy hill. They were about 5,000 feet in the air when the cable car shook. Everyone who was stood up fell to one side. A woman screamed and a young Haribothian began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the hell-?” Lucky, the walking Poodle, and Beth’s third new alien friend asked.&lt;br /&gt;“I think we’ve broken down,” Beth replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately everyone began to panic. All races snatched up their various types of mobile phones and began calling anyone who would listen to their terrified screams. Outside, the cable car’s ropes began to unwind; the people moving about inside unsteadying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone fell suddenly silent as the Doctor activated the Sonic Screwdriver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you,” the Doctor smiled, appreciating the silence “is anybody hurt?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone shook their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok everyone, now we need to get rid of any excess weight!” the Doctor cried, Sonicking the door to the cable car open.&lt;br /&gt;“Oxygen membrane holding,” the cable car informed, reminding the Doctor of the computers on the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor dropped his skis out of the door. Beth, Frankie, Lenny and Lucky followed suit. Before long, people were throwing out everything they owned in an attempt to save themselves. Suddenly several people were knocked out of the way by a rather overweight Human. Slightly reluctantly, he dropped all of his possessions out of the open door. All of the things thrown out were slowly pulled up into the sky by the gravity, where they were pulled apart by the conflicting suns, creating a sort of light show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We still need to lose more!” Frankie cried as the car shook again.&lt;br /&gt;“Throw that fat man out!” a posh alien named John cried.&lt;br /&gt;“I say! Kill the fatty!” his equally posh, equally blue skinned wife Andrea shouted.&lt;br /&gt;“No!” Beth sobbed “leave him alone!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth was winded as she was knocked aside by John. His arms outstretched, John connected with the overweight man, who was sweating. The fat man tumbled out of the car and gracefully flew up into the sky and was ripped to pieces by the vicious gravity that soon saw the man lost amongst the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my God,” Beth breathed, feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;“That was murder,” the Doctor spat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John stepped towards him. Beth recoiled in fear of being next. The fear wasn’t irrational, as John now had a look in his eyes- he wasn’t scared- he was savage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who’s next?” John roared.&lt;br /&gt;“There won’t be a next!” one man cried, stepping forwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was brown haired and about 35. A woman had her hand on his arm, begging him not to challenge John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Steve! Leave it alone! The man’s crazy!” Hannah, the terrified wife cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve shook his head and grabbed John. They grappled, before both falling out of the swaying cable car and up into the sky. Hannah burst into shocked tears, while Andrea looked on in disbelief, her emotions failing to overcome her stony heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You and your stupid husband!” Hannah cried, leaning forward and slapping Andrea’s blue skinned face with all her might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea looked shocked. She pushed Hannah in return. Hannah stumbled, and tripped over Beth’s foot. With a scream, she fell out of the cable car, into the darkness above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky leant forwards and shoved Andrea out of the car after Hannah. The last they saw of Andrea was an expression of shock on her posh alien face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That felt good,” Lucky smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone nodded in numb agreement with the Poodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are only 25 people now!” Lenny cried “we should be alright now.”&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s just wait to be rescued,” Frankie suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth just smiled and looked at the Doctor. He was already pulling out the Sonic Screwdriver. She looked at Frankie, Lucky and Lenny and reassured them everything would be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything’s gonna be alright,” Beth smiled “after all…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone waited in anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…We’ve got a Doctor.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147843046414661910-8266790436373123089?l=the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/feeds/8266790436373123089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147843046414661910&amp;postID=8266790436373123089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/8266790436373123089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147843046414661910/posts/default/8266790436373123089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-oncomingstorm-awards.blogspot.com/2008/12/mini-ep-2-death-in-clouds.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12283272419396993057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IVrkW7kURs/SsuEqYjhHMI/AAAAAAAAFE0/fCJak2Rqbaw/S220/0003ap0x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147843046414661910.post-1019116613048437842</id><published>2008-12-03T10:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:12:57.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Here we are,” the Doctor smiled happily, “The planet Shiroom.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sounds nice,” Beth admitted.&lt;br /&gt;“Mmmhmm,” the Doctor agreed, locking the TARDIS doors, “Oh, by the way,” he said, reaching into his pocket, “It’s about time I gave you this.”In front of Beth on a long golden chain was another TARDIS key. He handed it over to Beth and she smiled, “Thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;An overwhelming sense of pride swept through Beth, she at least knew now the Doctor trusted her.&lt;br /&gt;She placed the key in her pocket and the Doctor said, “Take care of that, if you lose it… well…” he raised his eyebrows and Beth nodded.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry,” she smiled, “I never lose anything.”&lt;br /&gt;“What about your scarf the other day?” the Doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;“That was an exception…” Beth sighed.&lt;br /&gt;The planet which they were on was one completely covered in snow. Everywhere Beth looked, her face was grabbed by an icy cool breeze. The gloves and jacket which the Doctor had advised her to wear were coming in handy…&lt;br /&gt;They walked forward and passed several, what Beth thought, were huts. The area in front of them was so misty and foggy that they had no idea what was ahead. Still, that wasn’t going to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;“Why’s it called Shiroom?” Beth asked as they sat down on a frostbitten bench. Beth’s legs clattered together as the Doctor spoke.&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” he took a long pause, “I don’t exactly know. But…” he said quickly, “I think it’s because a special species of animals live within the snow and they’re called Shirromi. I don’t know though, last time I visited here was… ooh…” he squinted to think, “100 years ago. Maybe more, but still, it hasn’t changed, it’s still absolutely beautiful. The last time I was here was with my friend Bob, not the builder, just Bob. He moaned all the time about the cold and I would say to him “I told you to bring some thermals!” and he would say…”&lt;br /&gt;Beth held out her hand, “You’re babbling again,” she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Am I?” the Doctor stopped, “Sorry. I can’t help it, I’ve just got a big gob.”Beth laughed, “Really? I never noticed,” she said sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;“C’mon,” the Doctor said, “We need to explore.”&lt;br /&gt;Beth placed her hand on the bench to help herself up when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her finger; a splinter.&lt;br /&gt;“Ouch!” Beth squealed, launching into a series of swear words.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor desperately said, “Ssh! Beth! Ssh!”&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late. People around them were beginning to close in on Beth, tutting at her and grabbing her arms. Some even spat at her feet. Beth looked at the Doctor, a bemused look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;“Beth,” he said sadly, “Remember I said on some planets you could get executed for swearing?”&lt;br /&gt;Beth’s eyes widened, “No!” She looked around at the angry faces, “You could have warned me!” she said, trying to ignore the guns that some people held and were pointing at her.&lt;br /&gt;Beth found herself being suddenly dragged away. She wailed, “Doctor! Help me! Please! Stop them! I didn’t mean it!”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor tried to push his way through the crowd but he was pushed to the floor and within minutes, the crowd had disappeared into the mist. The Doctor stood up, breathless, and ran into the distance, hoping that they hadn’t ended Beth’s life already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gogo waddled back into his hut. Around him, Mashu was trying to control the bundle of crying children.&lt;br /&gt;“Mashu,” he said, “There has been a blasphemer!”&lt;br /&gt;Mashu dropped the milk bottle she was holding and dropped her mouth in awe, “Who?”&lt;br /&gt;“A filthy woman, wrapped up in all fancy clothes, thinking she is better than all of us!” he spat.&lt;br /&gt;“Well she deserves what’s coming to her,” Mashu cackled and they sat there, waiting for news on the time of the execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor barged past all the crowds, his brown coat flapping in the sinister breeze. He could feel his ears freezing, and he wondered if his nose began running, would the droplets turn into icicles? He shook his head, reminding himself he had to prevent someone’s death. Again.&lt;br /&gt;He pushed forward and realised he had no idea where this execution was taking place. He turned to a man beside him and said, “Sorry, I was just wondering, where’s today’s execution taking place?”&lt;br /&gt;“Up on the Shiroom mountains,” the man said, pointing to a snow covered, high mountain, “In…” he glanced at his watch, “1 hour.”&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor rubbed his eyes, “1 hour?!” He pelted off, leaving the man standing in awe. He couldn’t understand how someone could be so rude, yet get away with it. He sighed, and headed for the in a random route to take him to the execution site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth yelped as people around her jabbed at her sides with sticks and guns. She prayed the Doctor would get her out of it. Or if not him, there was someone else she could rely on…&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head and thought things through.&lt;br /&gt;Right, she thought, they are probably going to chop my head off because I happened to swear, something that everyone does anyway! But still, surely I could wriggle out of their grasp and leg it… But they’ve got guns; it wouldn’t be long before they’d shoot me. OK, plan B… the Doctor. Surely he’ll think of something, he always does. But he won’t know where I am… he won’t know what will happen to me…&lt;br /&gt;Beth’s thoughts were interrupted as she realised the air was suddenly a lot colder. She then noticed she was being dragged up a high mountain. The place where the Doctor had said the Shirromi were.&lt;br /&gt;As the realisation of what was probably going to happen to her hit Beth, a tear trailed slowly down her cheek, and she regretted ever agreeing to this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor had managed to get his hands on some climbing equipment. He had gone into a local shop and simply asked the lady behind the counter. He grinned as he realised just how persuasive his charms could be. You’ve still got it… he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;He forced his way up the icy mountain, knowing he only had a matter of minutes. He thought that Beth must be up the mountain by now. That didn’t leave him long. He pursued forward, the longing for another death being stopped taking over him. He couldn’t face losing someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth gulped as they reached the top of the mountain. She looked in front of her to see a wooden cage and wailed again as it was surrounded by bags, which she assumed were full of meat.&lt;br /&gt;She felt like cursing until her tongue was sore, but she realised that probably wasn’t the greatest idea at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;The people gave her one last filthy look and shoved her into the cage. Her arms and ankles were tied together with tough rope, and she could feel some pain creeping in where they were rubbing against her skin. She heard the men talking.&lt;br /&gt;“Only 10 minutes now,” they laughed.&lt;br /&gt;One man looked at her with disgust, “Yes, she will get her punishment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor saw that he only had a few steps left to go as he could hear the growing crowds jeering. He pushed his legs further up the hill, then was alarmed by a growling sound. He slowly turned around and realised, the Shirromi truly did exist, and boy were they big…&lt;br /&gt;He watched as the creature, covered in white, hoarse fur, slowly approached him, taking in his scent. Its yellow talons stood out and its black eyes seemed full of hunger. Its huge chest moved in and out rapidly as it longed to devour the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;“OK…” the Doctor said slowly, “Now listen, you really won’t like the taste of me! I’m not your average human; I probably taste a bit too sweet actually,”&lt;br /&gt;The creature’s eyes seemed to narrow for a moment, then became wide with fury.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor took a small, subtle step back, but the creature noticed this and growled, its fearsome cry echoing throughout the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth heard this cry and shivered. She looked around at the immense amount of people and thought of them viewing her death. What was so pleasurable about seeing her suffer? Couldn’t they just stay home? Surely swearing wasn’t worth her life being taken away…&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got so much left to do; she thought to herself as the men said, “It’s time.” I haven’t even said goodbye to my family… I’ve let everyone down… the Doctor… he’ll think it was his fault! Will he ever tell my family? Or just leave my body, forever decaying on a distant planet? Will there be anything left of my body?&lt;br /&gt;She couldn’t control her sobbing as the men stepped into the cage to unwrap the bags of meat. Beth slowly closed her eyes, then a wonderful thought hit her head and she reached for her wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shirromi that was facing the Doctor lunged at him and tore at his ankle. The Doctor shouted out as its teeth sunk into his skin. The creature suddenly recoiled away, and was sniffing once more. It leapt away, allured by a more delicious smell. The Doctor frowned as he saw his blood seeping onto the snow, turning it a deep crimson colour.&lt;br /&gt;“Beth!” he thought, and struggled to get up. He tried to walk along, but found his ankle agonising. He couldn’t walk a step further, so had to drag himself across the freezing snow. He just hoped he could make it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth looked at her watch and pressed a button. The voice talked to her once again.&lt;br /&gt;“Help me!” she wailed. “What’s the matter?” the cold voice snapped.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m in a spot of bother…” Beth stuttered.&lt;br /&gt;As she explained her problem to the person, he said, “Tell them this… Under the code of 9362, I demand you let me go. If you damage me, you will anger…”&lt;br /&gt;Before he could finish, Beth began repeating the sentence loudly, knowing exactly how to finish. Gasps passed through the stunned crowd, and the guards quickly removed Beth out of the cage, just before the Shirromi flooded in to eat the meat. The guards shut the gate and the crowd watched in silence as the meat was torn apart. Beth looked on in horror, thinking that the meat could have been her.&lt;br /&gt;The men turned around to look at her, then said, “We are so sorry, you are free to go.”&lt;br /&gt;Beth nodded, and quickly fled the scene, searching for the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t take her long. She found him clutching his ankle, surrounded by a pool of blood.&lt;br /&gt;“Doctor!” she gasped.&lt;br /&gt;“Beth!” the Doctor shouted.&lt;br /&gt;Beth ran towards him and hugged him tightly.&lt;br /&gt;“How did you get away?” the Doctor asked, ignoring his ankle.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh it’s a long story,” Beth said, “Anyway, what happened to you?”&lt;br /&gt;“A Shirromi decided to chew on my leg,” he said, wincing.&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s see if there’s a hospital around here, shall we?” Beth said, hoisting him up and resting his arms on her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor smiled as they slowly hobbled down from the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ow!” the Doctor said, as the nurse completed the final stitch, “That’s the most painful set of stitches I’ve ever had!”&lt;br /&gt;The nurse rolled her eyes and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor slowly got up and said, “Right, we’re off then? Before the people change their minds?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, perhaps that’s best,” she replied, then frowned, “How are you gon
