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TDBM Timeline 2.0
About a month ago, I posted a timeline for The Doctor Blake Mysteries. That post can be found here. Since then, @blinkingcursor15 has kindly provided me with the official dates from the Blake Bible, so I decided to post an update.
Keep reading
TNG ends with Picard grateful to sit down with his officers for poker, finally joining the family he led.
Voyager ends with Janeway alone and in shock in her command chair, the family she led about to be ripped apart.
This messes me up so bad.
Rip my heart out why don’t ya?
I currently have a Downton Abbey Modern AU brewing in my head.
I also have about 22 incomplete prompts from February that I need to complete.
Do you see my dilemma?
6) Never say. . .
Never say goodbye, always say I’ll see you later. He had never lived like this before. He had always been sure to say goodbye. He never knew if he would see them again. He had been the one in danger then. It was him leaving. He hadn’t said goodbye to Zak. There had been no reason to. He was training. There had been no real danger. There is always danger he had learned. Always say goodbye. I could be the last time you see the ones you love.
After the end of the world everything had changed. It was her now, Madam President, Laura. He was living in constant fear that every time he saw her it would be the last time. Something would happen while he was away and he would never see her smile again. They would call him to sick bay, but it would be too late. She would already be gone. If she would allow it he would never leave her side. He knew better than to ask. He knew what she would say. She needed him to lead their people, take them home and hold everything together. “Even when it’s falling apart” he would add. “Even when I’m falling apart” he would keep to himself. He always said “I’ll see you later.” In my quarters, in sick bay, in CIC, in the wardroom, in the maze of halls. I will see you.
5) An Old Photograph
Love is a funny thing, she mused to herself. It can be present for ages, simmering under the surface, taking different forms before showing itself truly. In hindsight it had been that way for them, at least she believed that; he might never admit it. It seemed he was incapable of that kind of love. There had always been something there, but she always gave it some other name, he would never acknowledge its existence. He was her partner in running the household, they worked very closely together; of course she would be concerned when something happened to him. He was her friend, they had known each other for a very long time, lived in close quarters, understood what the other dealt with on a daily basis. They would never, could never, be more. One day she would retire or he would retire, he would die or she would die and life would have to go on. Their warm friendship would be enough for the one left behind.
Things that are stuck in my head:
Carson and kittens
Carson and kids
Jealous Carson
And
The way Phyllis Logan says “Charlie”
4) Dear Diary
Dear Diary,
Does anyone even write in diaries anymore? Or are they just not called diaries? Since the last entry in this book is from 1945 and I found it while tidying boxes that have been in the garage since I came to the Blake household, I can assume it was no longer in my fashion or the Blake men had always had a talent for keeping me busy.
But I need someone to talk to now. Someone who isn’t going to silently grind his teeth and attempt not to scowl at me across the dinner table like Matthew. I know he isn’t angry with me, but with Lucien. He has trouble sometimes directing his anger when the object of his ire isn’t present and there is no one else to take their place. But his presence does help. I’m not sure what I would do if I had been left alone in this house with no one to take care of. I think it helps Matthew as well, thinking he is taking care of me when Lucien cannot.
3) His fist flew into. . .
His fist few into Mr. Murray’s jaw before he realized what was happening. The crack and moan that quickly followed the impact startled him back into reality. He looked up into the shocked faces surrounding him, he was sure they were mirrors of his own. There was no movement save for Mr. Murray falling into the nearest chair, cradling his head. Even Carson couldn’t move, his fist was still clenched, now hanging from his side, ready to strike again if need be.
He wasn’t a violent man. It had been decades since he had been forced to use physical means. He didn’t know what had come over him. One minute he had entered the servants hall to deliver the afternoon post, the next found that post on the floor at his feet. He had heard Mrs. Hughes name and several statements that should have never been linked to her, let alone any other woman of quality and his instincts had taken over.
He heard her steps making their way down the hall, probably drawn by the unnatural quiet that had fallen. He felt the room tense in anticipation of her arrival. When she found out what had happened she wouldn’t be appreciative.
2) Who Are You?
Who are you? Where did you come from? These questions were a constant in that first year. If they didn’t pass her lips every day, she was, at bear minimum, thinking them. Stewing, trying to use her investigators mind to determine the answers for herself. She had a few leads, but his five passports in five different names from five different countries gave her endless threads to follow.
The people from his past who popped into their lives from time to time were of no help either. They were just as mysterious, with multiple names themselves, protecting their secrets as well as his. Daniel, Felicia, all of the others were of no help, only gave her more threads to follow.
1) The Comment
A simple phrase, said in passing. It was amazing she had heard it at all. There was so much going on around them, his face buried in some report, she had already turned to go, but it stopped her in her tracks. She turned back to him, hoping her face remained neutral. His head was still down, he seemed completely unaware of what he had just said. She took a quick survey of those around him, but they too had their heads buried in their work.
“Bill?”
“Yeah?” He replied, briefly raising his head to make eye contact; his face betraying nothing.
Maybe she had imagined it. There had been times lately when she had had difficulty determining what was real and what was only in her head. She shook her head, trying to clear it.
“Nothing. I’ll see you later.” She wave him back to his work.
“Yeah, okay.” He simply replied, though there was a confused look that passed over his face as he spoke. She could feel his eyes following her out the hatch and could practically see him shaking his head at her.
A Plan for February
To help February, the longest and coldest month ever, go by a little faster and to get my creative juices flowing again, I’m going to attempt a daily writing prompt challenge.
I found a February prompt list already created and made three slight changes (prompts I knew I would never be able to write, even without a time limit) from other prompt lists I had hanging around. I’ve given myself a 1000 word minimum and all my waking hours to achieve my goal with at least a hand written draft before bed.
Completed work to be posted the following day and depending on quality to AO3 in the near future.
Multiple pairings will appear, but I won't try to keep the numbers even amongst them. Whoever speaks to me each morning will be my muse for the day.
Hopefully February will go quickly and this whole experiment will have gone well.