BLUE BOXES THAT ARE BIGGER ON THE INSIDE

bradofarrell:

“That’s not his name. Doctor who? I’d say if we knew his name we’d have a clue to all this.”

- Ian Chesterton in An Unearthly Child

“Doctor… Doctor who? It’s more than just a secret, isn’t it?”

- Madame de Pompadour in The Girl in the Fireplace (written by Moffat)

The witches in Shakespeare and the psychics at Pompeii both read his mind and were unable to find his real name. Before he graduated school with a doctorate, before he chose “The Doctor” as his nickname, he went by the nickname ΘΣ, which River Song wrote out on the cliff of Planet One, next to some space co-ordinates.

ΘΣ is pronounced “Theta Sigma” and people called him “Thete” informally. In some Greek translations of the bible, “ΘΣ” is used to denote “God”, and sometimes “ΟΣ” is used to denote God. “ΟΣ” literally translates to “Who”. And, also, the three shapes that make up “ΘΣ” can be rotated and resized to look like W, H and O.

He chose the name “Doctor” because of it’s universal definition as “wise man” or “healer” across all planets (though in some cultures, like the Gamma Forest, it means “warrior”), but he didn’t realize that the word was coined from himself. It’s a tautological paradox — the word “Doctor” describes him, so he picked it to describe himself, but he went on to become the eponym for the word “Doctor”. He is named after himself.

“The Oldest Question”… His nickname was written on the oldest planet in the universe, Planet One, and, as the oldest and last living Time Lord, his time line touches more of history than anyone else’s. As the only successful ‘renegade’ Time Lord, he has probably time traveled more than anyone else.

Moffat says he always believed his name was hidden because it was some “terrible secret”, and, I guess Moffat is going to be the one who tells us what his name really is, and what it means, and why he’s kept it hidden.

I am excited.

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(inspired by this post, because UGH IT WAS LIKE A PROMPT WAITING TO HAPPEN)

Sherlock bursted back into the flat and saw John sitting in his chair reading the newspaper.

John locked his gaze, and just sighed.

“Hello,” John said.

“John, I’m so sorry, I-“

“Sherlock, stop. It’s fine.”

Well that was unexpected. Sherlock thought.

He sat down in front of John, waiting for him to say something.

“Sherlock, you’re getting the couch wet.”

Right, the rain. He got up, peeled his coat off, and went to make tea, all the while thinking What the hell?

—

Occasionally, John broke something, or yelled, but never directly at Sherlock.

He would throw a beaker on the floor, and just stand there breathing in and out.

Sherlock knew never to come close to him, only to intervene when John was about to injure himself.

Sherlock decided this was just John’s way of coping, and really, Sherlock deserved much worse. John just let him quietly slip back into his life, without much questioning.

It was unexpected.

If Sherlock was being perfectly honest, it was really weird.

He had been gone two and a half years, he expected a punch in the face, or for them to even talk about it.

But nothing came, just the occasional breaking of glass.

It was really weird.

—

“John, is everything alright?” Sherlock asked after two weeks at home.

“Everything’s…” John swallowed hard and looked back down at his book, “Everything’s fine.”

—

Sherlock obviously told Lestrade he came back. He wasn’t going to just sit there with no cases.

He came by 221B one afternoon, and John said hello and offered tea, to which Lestrade said no, I won’t be here for long, and walked into the living room.

“Sherlock, I know you haven’t been home long, but we have a triple homicide, locked rooms, no evidence. Will you come?”

Sherlock looked up to see John white as a sheet.

“John, are you alright?” Sherlock asked, as he stood up slowly.

“Lestrade…you can see him too?”

“Oh my god,” Lestrade said quietly. He looked back in forth between Sherlock and John, and Sherlock’s jaw dropped to the floor.

He didn’t, he didn’t think…

“Oh, John…” Sherlock whispered.

Oh my god.

(via akiie92)