The tenth was my first doctor. My introduction to Doctor Who was, well, sporadic. My parents started watching it about a year ago, which meant that whenever I was home I saw an episode or two. I ended up seeing about 15 episodes, weeks or months apart, completely out of order, but all from seasons 3 through 5 (aside from the Christmas specials, which I'd seen all of).
Over the Christmas break, between the usual amounts of pre-recorded episodes that I watched with my parents, and the Christmas special marathon, I more than doubled the total number of episodes I had seen, and finally hit the point of needing to actually watch the show.
So as of January, I started watching it, from the beginning. Having only really seen seasons 3 through 5 meant that I'd seen a fair bit of David Tennant and a few episodes with Matt Smith, but never Christopher Eccleston. Not a single episode.
I was really iffy about him at first. I feel like the ninth doctor is more different from the tenth and the eleventh than those two are from each other, although I probably haven’t really seen enough of the eleventh to make that judgement. It took me quite a few episodes to come around to the ninth, but when I finally did, I really came around to him. I loved the ninth doctor.
By the time I finished the first season, I had become rather attached to him. I knew that the doctor regenerated in the season finale, and I didn't want him to. I found myself thinking that I would gladly trade off one season of David Tennant to have another one of Christopher Eccleston. I cried when he regenerated.
But then David Tennant was there. And I like David Tennant. I couldn't imagine what would possibly have made me be willing to give up one of his seasons; he was clearly totally great and should have been the doctor forever and ever. Who cared about Christopher Eccleston?
Basically, I am really fickle, and both of them were great in very different ways.
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