Secondly, in the wake of all the fandom angst over the end of Doomsday and how sad it is that the Doctor has lost his Wun Twoo Wuv, I feel the need to share this comment I posted in nostalgia_lj's journal yesterday:
...the one and only time in canon we have seen the Doctor unquestionably starry-eyed, besotted, and beside himself with love was that "Good for you, Sarah Jane Smith!" scene [in School Reunion]. I mean, the way that moment was played, Ten looked like both of his hearts were going to smash right through his ribcage and gallop down the corridor after her. I could watch it all day, I swear. It makes me want to write post-SR fic in which Rose inexplicably decides to stay on Earth with K9 and Mickey while Sarah-Jane takes her place... Because Lis Sladen is JUST THAT SMASHING, y0.So there.
Thirdly, I have written a script for S3:
DOCTOR: Susan! You've regenerated! Or not, depending on the availability of Carole Ann Ford and whether she is anywhere near as smashingly well-preserved as Lis Sladen!
SUSAN: Hello, Grandfather. It's good to see you again. Is this your companion? She is very pretty.
MARTHA: Thank you. Pleased to meet you.
DOCTOR (rounding on Martha): What? Aren't you shocked that I have a granddaughter? Doesn't it trouble you to the depths of your soul and make you want to cry crystalline tears of pure emo?
DOCTOR: Why not?
MARTHA: Because, unlike some companions I could name, I do not worship your pinstriped posterior. Personally I don't care if you have seventeen granddaughters and a lovely lost son by Irene Adler, especially as I only met you three days ago.
DOCTOR: Er. Well. All right, then -- Susan! So what have you been up to in the last, oh, five hundred years or so? How's David?
SUSAN: Dead. What with being human and all.
DOCTOR: Well, that sucks.
SUSAN: Tell me about it.
MARTHA: Doctor, why are you looking at me like that?
DOCTOR: To see if you are secretly tormented by the thought of not being able to spend eternity by my side. Since Susan and I have just had a Meaningful Conversation designed to make you uncomfortably aware of your own frail mortality, and all.
MARTHA: But I am not Rose Tyler. Why would I want to spend eternity with you?
DOCTOR: Because of my delightful puppyish enthusiasm for life? My exasperating yet somehow adorable vanity? My manly hairy hands?
MARTHA: Not really, no.
MARTHA: Does Susan want to come with us, then? Note my complete lack of jealousy or possessiveness.
SUSAN: Only if Grandfather promises not to look at me that way.
DOCTOR: I haven't the slightest idea what you mean.
SUSAN: It was bad enough last time when you were beige, I can't think how much creepier it would be now.
DOCTOR: LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU.
MARTHA: Don't worry, Susan, I'll make sure he behaves himself. I am quite capable of slapping him down, not being Rose Tyler and all.
DOCTOR: Why are you so cruel, Martha Jones? Why do you not love me?
MARTHA: Because unlike Rose Tyler, I have a life?
SUSAN: Well, it's all very nice of you to offer, but I think I'll just stay here, since I am only a Special Guest Star and also have wrinkles. Besides, I would not want to get in the way of your witty repartee with its seething undercurrent of sexual tension.
DOCTOR: That's very kind of you. May I hug you goodbye? Seeing as you mean so much to me even though I have not bothered to call or write or pop in to see how you're doing in, like, ever.
SUSAN: Maybe we should just shake hands and gaze at each other with deep familial affection.
DOCTOR: Like this?
SUSAN: ZOMG DO NOT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT. *runs away screaming*
I expect them to start filming this very soon.