Rec: The Music Snob of Sherwood by Lyricwritesprose

Thank you, thank you, it’s good to be back and I hope all of you will enjoy the next fortnight’s reccing. I’d especially like to welcome all the members of Illinois’s law enforcement community who have chosen to join me here on calufrax at this time…

Anyway, on with the fic:

Story: The Music Snob of Sherwood
Author: Lyricwritesprose
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 200
Author’s Summary: The Doctor does not have a very good bedside manner.
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (12th), some “Merrie” Men
Warnings: None

Recced because: Well, we’re five episodes in to Series 8 of New Who/the Twelve era/whatever you want to call it, and on the whole I’m enjoying it greatly so far. So I thought I’d definitely include at least one Twelve fic in this reccing run just to highlight the fact that a lot of people are already doing good work with the new Doctor and his era. I’m sure they’ll be doing even better work when S8 is over and Twelve is bedded in and we know more about him, but stuff like this is very nice to be going on with in the meantime, very nice indeed. And I don’t know about my fellow reccers on here, but I always get a certain satisfaction to securing the bragging rights of having recced hot-off-the-presses good fic like this before any of the rest of them got to it. ;)

I also thought this fic would be a good one to draw attention to at this point because it highlights one of the aspects of the new Doctor and his stories that I am especially enjoying, namely the Twelve’s brilliant cantankerous spikiness; he may or may not be a good man, he shows signs of being a kind man underneath it all, but he quite a lot of the time is far from being a nice man, at least not when he’s right in your face. Peter Capaldi plays this aspect of the Doctor (and let’s be honest, pretty much all of the other ones too) brilliantly, and you can almost hear him spitting the words out in this nicely done double drabble. It also builds on what has for me so far been possibly the most purely enjoyable S8 story, the amazingly silly (this is not a bad thing in Who, if you ask me) Robot of Sherwood, and more than does justice to the side of the Doctor displayed in that particular episode.

And on top of all that, let’s be honest; this is an author you know you’re in safe hands with. She does not disappoint. And that goes for this fic too. Go and read, enjoy, and offer appropriate words of appreciation over on Teaspoon.

But there was a certain indignity to being stabbed in the shoulder–the same shoulder!–twice in as many days, by an ally. He clapped his hand to the throbbing spot. “Ow! What is the matter with you, you long dark streak of misery? Are you half mosquito?”

"On my father’s side," the Doctor said, and rolled his eyes slightly.

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Rec - Duct Tape by captain chico

Story: Duct Tape
Author: Captain Chico
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 9297
Author’s Summary: Sarah Jane has an unexpected visitor.
Characters/Pairings: Clyde Langer, K-9, Mr. Smith, Other Character(s), Sarah Jane Smith
Warnings: None

Recced because: I’m ending my recs with yet another new author, and an entertaining Sara Jane Adventures story that refers back to one of the most interesting canon characters we never quite met in Doctor Who (yes, I am being a little cryptic) and does so with immense style. Some familiar characters do appear, and it’s fun and fast-paced throughout.

Sarah Jane Smith often ended up a bit weepy after an evening with Jo Grant. Mostly, she told herself, it was down to the amount of rioja they tended to get outside of, but at least some of it was missing Luke. It seemed he’d hardly come into her life before he was gone, off to Oxford with her only other real friend, K-9. That none of the men she’d had relationships with measured up to her Doctor was unsurprising; that none of them could compete with a robot dog was just weird. If Han Solo had chanced to drop by, or Indy, well, that was a different matter. But they hadn’t, so she had to make do with her sessions with Jo, who was after all the only person she could talk to about the Doctor.

“We ought to try and find some of the Doctor’s other… friends, sometime,” said Jo one bright summer’s evening when Sarah Jane’s new daughter Sky was off having a sleepover with her friend Madison. They had just moved indoors from the garden, where the stars evoked too many memories for both of them, and opened another bottle.

“Why?” Sarah Jane asked, pulling a face. “I got more than just the cold shoulder when I met Rose.”

“Maybe. But the Brigadier was a sweetie.” They raised their glasses to the Brigadier. “Rest in peace, Sir Alastair.”

“Okay, fine, but you realize you could be talking about Doctors we don’t even know.”

Jo took a sip of wine. “The speccy one was wacky and cute, but waaay too soppy over Rose, and the new one’s nutty as a fruitcake. Do we even know how many times he’s regenerated since we met him?”

“That just makes my head hurt. Though Mr Smith could probably find out.”

They contemplated this for a moment, but it was just too comfy sitting there. “Don’t tell me you’ve never Googled him,” said Jo.

“Of course. Tell me you’ve had better luck than I did.”

“Nope. Fifteen million hits on ‘Doctor’– mostly Hugh Laurie or George Clooney, not that I’d kick either of them out of bed–” Sarah Jane raised her glass appreciatively– “nothing at all on ‘Gallifrey’, and it asks me if I mean ‘Travis’ when I try ‘Tardis’.”

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Rec - Five Ways Ianto Jones Didn’t Travel In Time by HanuuEshe

Story: Five Ways Ianto Jones Didn’t Travel In Time
Author: HanuuEshe
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 4310
Author’s Summary: Does just what it says on the tin.
Characters/Pairings: Captain John Hart, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Lisa Hallett, Myfanwy, Other Character(s), Other Character(s), Other Character(s), The Doctor (Author-Created), The TARDIS, The TARDIS
Warnings: Swearing

Recced because: Five Things stories are difficult to write with consistent quality, but this Torchwood story is a beauty, in which all five ficlets work really well. It’s by an author who hasn’t been recced here before, but has a good few stories on Teaspoon. I think we’ll probably be seeing more on Calufrax.

The first thing he noticed was the smell.

It was a bit musky and dirty and somewhat wooden, which made sense when he forced his eyes to open and saw the sloping beams and shattered windows of a derelict house. What didn’t make sense was the fact that the last thing he remembered was being in the middle of Cardiff chasing after the bloody pteranodon.

He pushed himself up into a kneeling position, wincing at the pain the movement caused. He was sore all over, and as he stood up he could hear several joints click back into place with a disturbingly mechanical sound.

He walked towards a window that was set in the far wall, trying to get his bearings. The sight of a smooth, shimmery structure that reminded him of a lighthouse greeted him. He blinked. As he watched, two pteranodon-shaped shadows threw themselves out of the building and began to soar through the night air.

He raised a hand to his earpiece. “Jack?” he said calmly. There was no reply other than the sound of static. Of course there wasn’t. He was- he double-checked the stars just to be sure- still on Earth, but not in his time, perhaps? He’d never seen the material that the lighthouse-thing had been built out of, and the only pteranodon that he knew of was-

“Myfanwy. You never forget your first pterodactyl,” said a familiar voice.

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Rec - Game, Set and Match by Selena

Story: Game, Set and Match
Author: Selena
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 2256
Author’s Summary: The Master finds himself resurrected by Servalan. She’s not amused. Crossover with Blake’s 7.
Characters/Pairings: The Master (Simm)
Warnings: None

Recced because: There are plenty of examples of crossovers that plunge the Doctor or his companions into another fandom. It’s much rarer to find a story that puts together villains from two fandoms. When the author is the immensely talented Selena, one of the villains is the Master, and the other is the beautiful but deadly Servalan, sparks are sure to fly…

“Do you know who you are?” asked a woman’s voice, coolly imperious, with a nearly undetectable hint of urgency underneath. He sat up and saw her standing on the other side of the room, watching him. Short, black hair, an elegant gown of the type he loved Lucy to put on, and complete self-possession that reminded him of the way the Rani carried herself.

“I might,” he said, trying to decide whether or not it was worth accessing this body’s memories for more information. In the first stages of taking over someone else’s entire being, complete suppression was the best way to go, not giving the previous owner room to manoeuvre. Even so it had taken him a while to shut up Tremas completely. He preferred not to think of the American at all. That entire interlude was best forgotten. At least Tremas had been an intelligent man destined for rulership.

Something flickered in the woman’s eyes. “No, you don’t”, she said with absolute certainty. The corners of her mouth curved down in something like disappointment. Apparently his current body used to belong to someone who would have reacted to her presence in a very specific way. Favourably? Unfavourably? He gave her Harry Saxon’s smile for wooing voters, not knowing how it would play out on his new face.

“Come now,” he said, trying to draw her out a little. “If you were me, would you admit to it immediately?”

She looked unimpressed. “I knew there was a risk,” she said. “That’s why I didn’t put the ring on myself. Artefacts with supposed life-restoring powers simply must have a drawback.”

“Well, that ring would simply have clashed with your gown,” he said. “So I applaud your caution. But I assure you, there is no question of my identity.”

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Rec - River Song, Coda da Capo by Profrobert

Story: River Song, Coda da Capo
Author: Profrobert
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 3961
Author’s Summary: The Twelfth Doctor, while still completing his regeneration, endeavors to rescue River Song from the Library’s computer, but he hasn’t quite thought things through.
Characters/Pairings: Clara Oswin Oswald, The Doctor (12th), River Song
Warnings: None

Recced because: Although we’re only three episodes into the Twelfth Doctor’s career, there are already plenty of stories appearing; I decided to check them out. This one interested me because it seems to have the characterization dead right, including the Doctor’s confusion immediately after his regeneration, and gives us a neat plot that takes advantage of his mental and emotional state to give us a “fix-it” for River Song that doesn’t quite go as planned. As a bonus, it’s by an author who hasn’t been recced here before; currently he doesn’t have any other stories on the archive, but some reviews might encourage him to write more.

“Just one question,” the Doctor shouted. “Do you happen to know how to fly this thing?”

Clara’s eyes went even wider than they had gone when the new Doctor had first stood up a moment before. She was speechless, though from somewhere inside her came her voice, but which also was not her voice. “Yes,” she said and strode over to the console, “I do.”

The Doctor looked at her again, wild-eyed. “Good. Go on with it then.” He lurched around her, out of the control room and down a corridor where the TARDIS had kindly located his bedroom through the first door on the left. The bed was in its usual location and shape, the Doctor noted before stumbling onto it and passing out.

“When am I?” the Doctor thought. It was rare for the Doctor not to have a sense of the passage of time, even upon waking, and thus he approached his return to consciousness carefully. He counted his fingers and toes, arms and legs, and the various other bits and pieces before opening one eye. He was sprawled on his bed, still dressed in his predecessor’s tweed suit. His legs itched. He’d have to do something about that. At least all his parts were present and properly located. Even his kidneys had turned a more satisfactory color.

The Doctor opened his other eye, then stood a bit shakily. He wanted a good look at himself, so he stepped carefully over to the chair in front of the vanity River had used when she stayed in the TARDIS. Och, what a nose! What was it with his head? Ever since the Time War, ears, teeth, chin, now nose. He squeezed it, and a trickle of regeneration light spread out in the air before him. At least he’d stopped getting younger — the next step down that line would have been a spotty school boy, and seeing that might have made him regenerate on the spot, as it were.

Older. He was finally becoming his old self again. Or selves again. Or like his old selves again. A feeling of peace washed through him as he recalled that he’d not burned Gallifrey, that it still stood, and now, thanks to the Time Lords, he still stood — or at least sat, here in front of River’s vanity.

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Rec - Spies Like Who? by Clarissa

Story: Spies Like Who?
Author: Clarissa
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 9622 
Author’s Summary: What happens when the TARDIS lands outside John Steed’s flat in 1960s London? A Doctor Who/The Avengers Crossover.
Characters/Pairings: Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, Other Character(s), Other Character(s), Rose Tyler, Sarah-Jane Smith, The Doctor (10th)
Warnings: None

Recced because: One of my current fandom obsessions is Marvel’s Avengers. So naturally I went looking for Avengers crossovers for this bunch of recs… and found a story I enjoyed several years ago, which has nothing to do with Marvel but a lot to do with Avengers; the original British team (accept no substitutes). To my surprise it looks like it’s never been recommended here, neither has anything else by this author. It’s time to change that, with a fun crossover set in the Swinging Sixties!

"Steed, has there always been a police box on the corner?"

"What police box?" asked Steed.

"The blue one just there," said Mrs. Peel, pointing below.

"That’s got to be brand new. But the police don’t use those anymore— I can’t think of why they would build one now," said Steed. "We’d best keep an eye on it."

Just then, the TARDIS door opened and the Doctor and Rose stepped out.

"I suppose it could be a fun space for two," said Steed, "but they can’t have just put it there for that. I’m going to follow them. Stay here and keep an eye on that police box, in case they come back."


The Doctor and Rose walked down the street, hand in hand. She wore a short pink dress with a slightly-flared skirt, while he had opted for his usual brown pinstripes.

"Do I look psychedelic enough for the sixties?" Rose dropped his hand and twirled around, letting her skirt whip around in the breeze.

"Totally groovy," he said with a wink.

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Rec - The Case of the Missing Jelly Babies by Janna Silver Hawkins

Story: The Case of the Missing Jelly Babies
Author: Janna Silver Hawkins
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 380
Author’s Summary: The Doctor’s jelly babies are missing. Wherever could they have gone?
Characters/Pairings: K-9, Romana II, The Doctor (4th)
Warnings: None

Recced because: Inspired by one of my icons, I went looking for stories about the Doctor and his relationship with jelly babies. This was the one that made me cackle the most, by another author who hasn’t been previously recced here.


The blonde poked her head around the doorway. “Yes, Doctor?”

"Did you eat my jelly babies?" the Doctor asked, holding up an empty white bag.

"No, did you ask Adric?"

"He swears that he didn’t. And, I don’t remember finishing them myself."

Romana walked into the room and took the bag from him. “Are you sure?” she asked, examining the object. “Your memory isn’t the best, you know.”

"My memory is perfect," he said indignantly, straightening his jacket. "It’s one reason I’m so amazing."

"Oh, certainly, Doctor. So tell me, if none of us ate them, where did they go?"

"A future me ate them?"

"Now, how could that be possible? The TARDIS would have alerted us."

"Right. Unless…"

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Rec - Tyger, Tyger by Tardiscat

Story: Tyger, Tyger
Author: Tardiscat
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 4314
Author’s Summary: The Doctor helps an injured tiger, and what thanks does he get?
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (8th)
Warnings: None

Recced because: It’s rare to see a story about the Doctor without any of his companions. This one, by an author who hasn’t been recced here before, shows how his instincts can lead him into trouble when he’s on his own…

There, over a small rise of snow was a large pale orange furry striped body, motionless. On closer inspection, he could see it breathing slowly, steadily.

"Tyger, tyger burning bright…" the Doctor breathed, stepping closer to get a better look.

The Doctor had guessed right about it being a female, probably about five to six years old. About middle age. He took a long, thick branch protruding from the snow, and gently tapped at the tiger’s hide. There was no response.

Creeping up slowly with his head low, the Doctor approached the tiger’s side. It didn’t move, which was a bad sign. It didn’t even have enough strength to defend itself.

The Doctor saw a large gash running down the animal’s front right leg, blood still dripping heavily from the wound. It looked like it might have gotten caught in a trap, or maybe she got in a scuffle with another tiger. Either way, it was loosing plenty of blood, and needed to be fixed quickly. The tigress could easily die with a wound such as this. Even if it healed, she would have trouble hunting, and would eventually die of starvation.

"Oh, dear," the Doctor sighed. "You are in a bit of a spot, aren’t you?"

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Rec - Faces and Names by Beer Good

Story: Faces and Names
Author: Beer Good
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 1146
Author’s Summary: You can change your name, you can change your face, but can you change who you are? During a brief stop-over, a jealous Mickey tries to find out the Doctor’s name, only to find out the hard way why it’s a good idea to keep your name to yourself, as an old antagonist turns out not to be who we think he is. Hitch-hiker’s Guide crossover.
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, Mickey Smith, Rose Tyler, The Doctor (9th)
Warnings: None

Recced because: I love crossovers, and this one’s a nice logical explanation of why the Doctor keeps his name a secret, with a little twist in the tail.

“‘The Doctor’, eh?” Mickey grumbled as he and Rose stood outside the TARDIS, watching the aforementioned timelord fiddle about with something inside. “I’ll bet he hasn’t even told you his real name. Doctor of what? I don’t care if he’s an alien, that’s not a name, it’s a bloody title.”

"And a Mickey is a sleeping pill." The Doctor cheerfully closed the doors of the TARDIS and joined them outside. "I’ve told you before: I’m the Doctor, just the Doctor. That’s what I do, that’s what I am, that’s who I am, that’s all you need to know."

"But why?" Rose asked. "I mean, we’ve told you our names, what’s the big secret?"

The Doctor grinned in that slightly unsettling way he had. “I love it. You lot are always so open, tossing your names about like they belonged to everyone, like they said everything there ever was to say about you. Your parents tell you who you are, and then for the rest of your lives it’s ‘Hi, I’m Rose.’ ‘Hi, I’m Mickey.’ Not giving a second’s thought to what your names might be used for, the power of a name in the wrong hands… it’s a luxury.” He beamed at them and kept walking.

Mickey turned to Rose. “What was that about?”

"I don’t know. He’s like that sometimes."

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Rec - Back to School by Pendragon

Story: Back to School
Author: Pendragon
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 7470
Author’s Summary: Clyde and Rani end up at Coal Hill School on a foggy November day, and the course of history is unravelling around them.
Characters/Pairings: Barbara Wright, Ian Chesterton, Susan Foreman, Clyde Langer, Mr. Smith, Rani Chandra, Sarah Jane Smith
Warnings: None

Recced because: I like stories which mix characters from wildly different eras of the Doctor’s story. This one plunges Clyde and Rani, from The Sarah Jane Adventures, into the very first Doctor Who story, with potentially catastrophic timey-wimey results.

They listened as the school bell rang around them, and they watched as dozens of school children raced inside, all wearing smart uniforms- though many of the girls’ skirts were clearly folded up to be shorter in length. The girls all had short bobbed hair cuts or hair piled high on their heads, and all the boys had smart hair parted to one side. Finally taking a chance to witness what was around them, they both gasped in shock, only just realising that they too looked different.

“Rani, your hair! It’s big!” Clyde said, pointing at her beehive hairdo. Rani touched her hair and let out a shriek, not quite believing it.

“You’re right, how did I manage that? And Clyde, your tie, it’s all neat. And what’s with the glasses?”

Clyde felt the glasses on his face and grimaced. “How did I not notice these?” he asked as he took the big black rimmed frames off and held them in front of him. “Talk about nutty professor.”

Rani took a moment to laugh but was soon confused as to why they’d randomly changed clothes as well as their location.
“Clyde, we’ve gone through one of the portals, we must have.”

“We went through a time portal and still ended up at school? How’s that for fun?”

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