I honestly can't remember why I started watching Doctor Who when it returned to television in 2005 other than that I tend to always give scifi/fantasy shows a chance, regardless of their level of quality. (See: The Nine Lives of Chloe King, The Secret Circle, etc. ...) I'm sure I'd heard of the show before, having grown up in a fandom household, but I'd never quite gotten into any of the more quirky BBC shows (a la Red Dwarf). I'm so very glad I gave it a chance, though, because it led me to meet one of my most beloved characters of all time:
Now, you might think that doing one Fictional Fancy post on a
Nine was the first Doctor I really came to know. He could be short and gruff, at times, and he never seemed to be fully happy, even when smiling. To me, it seemed like he carried the weight of his past like an albatross; he performed his duties with aplomb, but there was always something "else" it seemed like he thought he should be doing instead.
As for his partnerships, his relationship with Rose was just getting started when he regenerated, and that makes me sad. With only 13 episodes, neither Rose nor the viewers really got to know Nine. And I'll be completely honest—I haven't watched Nine's series in years, so my impressions have been tempered by time and the Doctors that followed. Nine's not my favorite, but just because he's at the bottom doesn't mean I don't like and appreciate him.
Ten is my Doctor. He was charming and witty with an underlying current of badassery that couldn't be beat. He was so intense at times it was almost scary, but he could be silly, too, when the situation called for it. He had fun, but he wasn't afraid to also, well, destroy things when necessary.
His relationships with his three companions were all quite different. He was in love with Rose (and don't you try to tell me any different). He was distracted with Martha. And he valued Donna above all for being able to speak her mind and be (almost) his equal. When he was on the verge of regeneration, my heart broke, and I still get a little choked up when I think about how alone he was (by choice, mind you) right before he changed.
As for Eleven ... a part of me wanted to hate him when we first met, purely because he wasn't Ten. But he soon won over my heart with his childlike actions and gleefully silly nature. As a friend once aptly put it, "Ten would take you on an adventure, but Eleven would stop for ice cream and sprinkles along the way."
He's not without his issues, of course. Eleven has to deal with much more serious dangers than the other two ever did. (Likely a Davies v. Moffat issue.) That he does so without completely losing the good nature with which he does everything else is endearing. Whereas Ten wouldn't shy from blowing an aggressive alien ship up, Eleven saves the universe with a jammie dodger and a Fez. And I love the relationship Eleven has with the Ponds—he was so lonely when he met them, and they filled a hole in his life that I don't think he wanted to admit was there. (Side note: I'm really going to miss Amy and Rory when they're gone.)
Even though I'm not a companion and unlikely ever will be (*pout*), I will forever feel grateful that the madman with a box was/is part of my life, and I'm overjoyed that I get to—albeit vicariously—go along for the ride.
P.S.—Don't forget that series 7 starts THIS SATURDAY! 9 p.m.(/8 p.m. CDT), BBC America.