Not Mine

There is only one reason I wrote Not Mine: Doomsday made me cry.

Well, it wasn't so much "cry" as "get all misty eyed," but being that I don't cry that easily, just getting me misty is an accomplishment.

But damn it! Rose was trapped in an alternate dimension, with no chance of returning, and the Doctor was left all alone (well, until that bride showed up, and he had no idea how she even got there).

And so, in my emo fangirl state, I, like other fangirls, wracked my brain for ways in which the Doctor could get into Pete's World. But then it hit me: Pete's World is an alternate universe. There were alternate versions of everyone there (the most amusing of which was, of course, Rose the yorkie), so why not an AU Doctor?

The idea intrigued me so much that I had to write it, yet once I got past a certain point (where the fic itself ends), the story would disintegrate into angst, and the angst would invariably disintegrate into smut.

Now, while I have nothing against smut, I just prefer plot to smut, and I really want this story to have a point without being angsty sex. Well, that and I can't write any kind of sex scene with a straight face. And if I'm supposed to be penning an angst-ridden tale (which I don't want to anyway, because too much angst is just tacky), laughing like a maniac while I'm trying to write angsty sex would kind of spoil the mood.

I want to do this thing right, so I'm taking my time, finding ways to make this story work, but in the mean time, I'm just going to put this idea on the back burner, until I can come up with a way to make it work.