Story: A Taste of Home
Author: Gary Merchant
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 884
Author’s Summary: An elderly beekeeper receives a visit from an old friend.
Characters/Pairings: Other Character(s), The Doctor (10th)
Recced because: Gary Merchant’s been recced here several times before, but this fic is a gem. Who would’ve ever thought to have Ten check up on a friend from Wales who once helped him out? A short, but touching, fic.
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Story: How to Make a Baby
Word Count: 664
Author’s Summary: Ian is not in the mood tonight.
Characters/Pairings: Barbara Wright/Ian Chesterton
Recced because: I adore paranoidangel’s writing, and this short but charming fic has Ian and Barbara talking about having children in the future.
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Hi, I’m merryghoul, and I’m back for my second round of recs here at calufrax after a long hiatus. I’ve got my recs all ready to go for this round, so let’s get started, shall we?
Story: Master’s Thesis
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 42,530
Author’s Summary: When Nyssa tries to return home with the cure to a deadly plague, the TARDIS overshoots and slips back into her past, the Doctor’s future. Worse, the Master is already there, taking a sinister interest in her family. Hemmed in by potential time paradoxes, there’s only one person to whom Nyssa can turn for help: her best friend Tegan.
Characters/Pairings: Nyssa, Other Character(s), Tegan Jovanka, The Doctor (5th), The Master (Ainley), Turlough
Recced because: This fic is based on the Big Finish arc where an older Nyssa joins Five, Tegan and Turlough for a spell in the TARDIS, but this can be read without any knowledge of the Big Finish audios. What I love about this fic is that it feels like a Big Finish audio or even an old serial with Five in it. There’s action, witty quips and a paradox that needs to be fixed or else. I highly recommend this for Classic Who fans.
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I know, I know - late again! I should have made this post last night. Instead, I fell on my face rather early. I’m hoping with all the New Who excitement that you still don’t miss this next rec though! I figured (since I started off with light and sweet), that it would only be fitting to end with ‘Funny’ - which is where this next rec comes in…
Story: Light Years
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 5048
Author’s Summary: Crossover with Red Dwarf. The TARDIS throws a wobbly, sending the Doctor 3million light years from Earth and completely ruining Lister’s poker night.
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (10th)
Recced because: There are a lot of good crossovers out there - a lot of them serious, a lot of them dazzling and brilliant and they seem to make perfect, perfect sense. This is brilliant, not serious at all and the only thing dazzling is the lack of actual milk for your tea (no, you don’t want to know, don’t ask).
I love Red Dwarf. I’ve been watching since I was a teen - so not quite as long as I have been watching Doctor Who - but my love for it is almost as intense. This show is ridiculous and yet has scientific accuracy at a lot of points squashed between the ‘Bzuh?!’ and ‘OMG, REALLY?!’ - so there is something there for the space nerds to totally get into. Still, there is a lot of ‘Bzuh?!’ and ‘OMG, REALLY?!’ (s’what makes Red Dwarf, Red Dwarf) so of course the Doctor should totally crash into their universe and wreak havoc as he always does. Not that it changes much for the Boys from the Dwarf. Tis just another day (in many ways) for them. Though to be fair, the Doctor is more of a Wednesday type of trouble than a Monday trouble - so they don’t mind it overly much.
This fiction is utterly hilarious from start to finish. And yet, it has serious moments that make you stop and pause and compare the two universes and how they very much mesh (even as they shouldn’t). The love for the characters shines through the author’s work. There is a gripping, believable storyline and the characterization is just simply gorgeous and completely spot on. This is another fiction I could go on about forever, but then you’d never get the pleasure of reading it as you would still be here, reading about my love of it. *Laughs* So! Since I’m always sure I’m not the slightest bit convincing, I am leaving a tidbit below - just to get you jumpstarted on this awesomeness…
The TARDIS came to a sudden stop, sending the Doctor crashing into a wall. He regained his feet, followed by his composure, and bounded over to the central console. He examined a monitor and grew puzzled.
“Well now, that can’t be right.” He twiddled a few dials and pulled a few levers before hitting the side of the monitor. “Where have you brought me old girl? What are you up to?” He walked to the door and poked his head out, and was briefly surprised to find himself in a corridor painted a depressing shade of grey.
“Intruder alert. Intruder alert.” Lister and Rimmer were sat playing cards, with Kryten acting as Rimmer’s hands. They completely ignored Holly and continued with their game. “Oi! Doesn’t anybody care that there’s an intruder on board?”
“Of course there is Holly.” Lister replied, not even looking up from his cards.
“Just like the last time. What was it then?” Rimmer sniped as he indicated to Kryten which card to lay down.
“That’s right! Lister’s socks. And the time before that?”
“The Cat’s smegging bowl of krispies.”
“Well, you can’t blame me for that, they weren’t there ten minutes before.” Holly opined.
“No, because I’d just poured them for him.”
“Yes well, this time it’s a real intruder. I’m not sure exactly what it is cos my screens aren’t working properly, but there is something there that shouldn’t be there and it’s alive.”
“Oh smeg, not aliens again Rimmer. There is no such thing.”
“Mock me all you like Listy, one day you’ll be eating those words.”
“If I might suggest sirs, we ought to check it anyway. Holly might be right this time.” Kryten suggested. Holly nodded enthusiastically in agreement, her blonde hair rocking comically before Kryten continued, “There’s an old binary saying that is appropriate here, zero one zero one, one, one…”
“Okay Kryters, I’ll grab Cat and we’ll check it out. Smegging hell, I had a full house an’ all.”
“I thought we were playing rummy?” Rimmer said as he and Lister both left the room, leaving Kryten, who was still jabbering away in binary.
“….which roughly translated means…oh! Sirs! Wait up!”
*Laughs* Hope you enjoy this fiction as much as I have - please do let the author know what you think, as it just might convince them to make more!
This will be my last recommendation. You will have a new reccer in a few days - and I know they will bring us more epic brilliance for us all to love. I’ve had an awesome time and I can only hope you’ve enjoyed the fictions that I have pimped during my two weeks here. Thank you for indulging me and giving love to the authors of these fictions.
Premiere of New Who (and the intro of the Twelfth), tonight!! I know we’ll all be wrapped up in that for the next several days at least. May you love it! And long live Doctor Who!
Until Next Time~
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Story: Double Vision
Word Count: 1905
Author’s Summary: Now that the Doctor actually thought about it, something felt wrong. There was a peculiarity drifting through the air around him that made his hair stand on end.
Characters/Pairings: Other Character(s), The Doctor (11th)
Warnings: Swearing, Horror
Recced because: Okay, anyone who knows me, knows I have an addiction to Bad Guys. It’s terrible (and wonderful) and a fantastic Bad Guy is enough to have me running and drooling over all a manner of fiction. The Master…the Master has owned my heart since I was a wee one. I have enjoyed his sarcasm, cruelty, cat-and-mouse shenanigans and his tendency to play the long game just for giggles. He has always fascinated me - and he will always be a favorite villian, no matter what face he wears.
That being said, I’ve always been one for Irony and how said Irony can be a @#$%!. I loved Ainley. I loved Roberts (hey, stop that - I saw the eye-rolls!). I have even ‘made up’ a few Masters in my time just for fun. Cumberbatch!Master and Smith!Master come immediately to mind here. I have written a few fictions myself with Smith!Master facing off (or getting ready to do so) against the Eleventh. Just because Irony and its @#$%!iness.
Then came this fiction. I know this author well and she knows my tastes (likely a little TOO well). She took an idea I fiddled with a year or more ago (before giving up the ghost on it) and created a fiction that just…blew my mind! It made so much sense, it was beautifully written and frankly, I rode her tail until she finally started posting to Teaspoon. The reasons are utterly selfish - being able to rec her work being the main one. *Grins* And so here I am, happy to recommend one of her latest fictions and one that she says is based off my own scribblings, but utterly out-does said scribblings without hardly any effort on her part at all. She lines out the details exquisitely, resolves a few problems that could be raised with just a few sentences and creates a story that will chill you and make you wonder ‘what if?!’ Whole worlds could come undone with just this concept alone - and the way it ends will make you scream, cheer and drive yourself crazy tryiing to suss out the possibilites of it all. But in case you don’t trust my word by now, I have brought a modest example just to convince you…
Tucked away in the coziest nook of the library sat a comfy armchair. A small wooden table stood beside it. On that rested a cup of tea and a plate of jammy dodgers. Abruptly, a figure plopped down in the chair. Long hands thumbed through a well-worn book. The Martian Chronicles, a copy he’d nabbed the very day it first came out. That was in 1950, if he remembered correctly. The book was hopelessly inaccurate, of course, but so cleverly written that the flaws were easy to forgive.
"Haven’t read this one in a couple of centuries," the Doctor murmured, a smile brushing his face. He took a quick sip of tea before fishing a pair of round-framed glasses from his pocket. A mildly sad twinge ran through him as he put them on, a touch of the memory of ginger hair and feisty Scottishness.
Pushing aside the bittersweet recollection, he ate a jammy dodger and settled in to read. He was soon lost in Bradbury’s unique, peculiarly lyrical style.
Partway through ‘Usher II’, the cloister bell tolled.
The Doctor set the book and the spectacles aside, brow furrowing. He’d selected such a peaceful place; what threat could present itself here? What danger could there possibly be?
Oh. So. Good. Whoo-hoo!! Please be sure to tell her how much you enjoyed her tale, I know she’d appreciate it!
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Story: A Problem of Background
Word Count: 5117
Author’s Summary: The Doctor needs Martha’s advice about a new companion.
Characters/Pairings: Martha Jones, Original Companion, The Doctor (11th)
Warnings: Explicit Violence, Non-Con, Character Study, Drama, General
Recced because: Well, part of the rec is ‘Lyricwritesprose’. I mean, anyone who has read her work will understand what I’m talking about. She is possibly the most recced writer here - and for a good reason. She consistently (and absolutely) blows everyone away with her stellar work. She can write every Doctor, every Era flawlessly and with a style that puts you right there in the thick of it. A gorgeous writer and well worth reccing every time. But that’s not the only reason I’m reccing at this point.
This is literally a ‘history’ fiction (in a manner of speaking). The Doctor not only goes back to see a Companion we have not seen since Ten’s Era, but he brings someone only she can help. There are some shocking elements to this fiction - but then, there should be. With the turmoil going on in today’s world - racial tension, profiling and horror being committed against people for the very fact their skin color isn’t white - this fiction…fits. It tells us that our history (for all that it has changed), has only changed slightly. It is a good historical fiction. It is a fiction that is well worth the read for the characters, the remembrance of not-so-good days in the past. And how one little girl could be rescued (and just may do the same for others), by the man with a time machine and good intentions - even as he may not be equipped to handle everything the universe can throw at him. That’s why he has friends. That’s why he needs people to keep him steady and remind him that sometimes, he isn’t the only one saving people. Though really, the bravest and best character here is the one the author created that this fiction is centered around. You will love her, feel for her, be proud of her. In the world she grew up in, life was sketchy and difficult and brutal - but she was a rock against it. There are a lot of reasons to recommend this fiction. I have barely scraped the surface (and likely, I have done so poorly) - but I could be here all day with all the reasons this fiction is a must-read and one that will change how you see the world and all of our places within it. But I will not do that. I will let you discover this for yourself. But as always, I will give you a small taste to get you going with this tale…
The man turned around, hiding a bit of her toaster behind his back.
He looked young. Or rather, he should have looked young. His face was maybe twenty-six or so. The personality animating it–wasn’t. The smile he gave her was too complicated, layered with guilt and sympathetic pain underneath recognition and sheer joy to see her, and his eyes–weren’t dark brown, which was disorienting, but they had that hint of endlessness that she remembered.
"Hello," the Doctor said. "Martha Jones."
”Oh,” Martha said.
He blinked at her, then lifted his hand to his own cheek. “Oh, right, yes. New face, almost forgot. It’s been quite a while, my time.”
"I–" Am never going to see him again, fought with but you’re looking at him, you know that, don’t be silly. The irrational part of her cut back with, no, I meant the real Doctor, and Martha buried that thought as deeply as she could. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair, and it would hurt him. She shook her head. “Sorry. I realized it could happen, but it’s still disorienting. To me.” Asking how the Time Lords had coped with this sort of thing would be cruel at best. “Seriously, though, I’m glad to see you. Is something going to try to eat me in the next five minutes, or do you have time for tea? You do still like tea …” Was she babbling? She was babbling. Martha closed her mouth.
"With milk and sugar and biscuits. I have a sweet tooth again!" He gave her a giddy grin, the sort it was almost impossible not to smile back at even if you were trying to be serious. "And, no. No invasion. There were some Yrtrathins at the petrol station on the corner, but they were just lost scientists. Looking into the possibility of Yrtra-forming Titan, sent an away team to see why this planet was so noisy, radio … ish … ly speaking …" The last incarnation had talked even faster when he lost control of his sentences. This one waved his hands. And then noticed that he was still holding some essential component of her kitchen appliances, and put it in his pocket with the furtive air of a man who wanted everyone to know he absolutely wasn’t doing anything furtive. “And they hit orbital detritus. One of these days you lot have to get up there with a giant broom. Well, I say broom. It’s actually more like a net–anyway, I gave them a lift back to their survey ship, and I may now possibly be banned from all Shell stations in Great Britain, but much as I hate to disappoint the manager, I don’t actually see that affecting my lifestyle. No, I–” He turned away abruptly, to fiddle with one of her drawers, and the animation drained out of his voice. “Came to ask a favor.”
And was feeling guilty about it, Martha realized. Or–no. Feeling guilty about her, about all the tangled feelings and shared traumas between the two of them. And, knowing the Doctor, quite possibly beating himself up about all the wrong things, neglecting the ones that had actually been largely his fault. She made her voice deliberately softer. “What do you need?”
Ahhh, a wonderful, terrible, beautiful and perfect fiction. Please do tell her what you think. And let her know that her work is missed…
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Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 283
Author’s Summary: An unexpected reunion.
Characters/Pairings: River Song, The Doctor (11th)
Recced because: Recced because of Happy Ending. I know, I know…last thing you expect to see from me, but this was so, so sweet. And it has definitely become my head!canon. I’m not a River/Eleven shipper, but I do love how well they mesh together. And after all their trials and hardships and back-to-front relationship woes, they deserve a happy life.
I find it ironic (in a funny way) that this follows so closely on the heels of my last rec…but then - you’ll see why. This is definitely a must read (especially for all those who adore River/Eleven)! This is the perfect ending. This is how it should be. But as always, I will leave a touch of enticement below the cut…
The pain left as quickly as it had come. One second he was in agony and the next… nothing. No, not nothing. He was reclined in something soft yet supportive which swayed slightly. The air was warm and a gentle breeze brought the sweet smell of freshly-cut grass to his nose. The Doctor opened his eyes slowly and found he was laying in a hammock, staring up at the branches of a heavily-leafed tree.
Go! Read! Enjoy! And be sure to thank the author for your new head!canon! *Smiles*
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Story: Still Waters
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 833
Author’s Summary: In which River exists, a spirit in a web, dressed in white and timeless.
Characters/Pairings: River Song, The Doctor (11th)
Warnings: Angst, Drama, Introspection, Romance
Recced because: Well. River for one. River could be the sole reason for this rec alone. But it isn’t just River. It is River lost within the Machine. It is how she is painted, so vivid, so alive and so very, very River within this fiction. ‘Inkfire' consistently blows me away with the quality of her work. So very much so, it is difficult to chose just which fiction of hers to recommend. I'm afraid my reviews to her work are never very stellar, as she generally leaves me too flabbergasted and stunned and in awe to come up with actual words to describe the feelings she invokes within me.
This is another one of those fictions. It left me stunned. If left me sad and elated and sighing with the overall perfection within each and every word, sentence, paragraph. She puts you there with River. She shows us River’s strength, her calm, her longing for all that she knew, even as she does what she does best - takes what is handed to her and makes do. She deals with the cards she has drawn as best as she knows how. And with River, her best is nothing but her all.
This fiction is River Song. Down to a tee. I am in awe and I could not let this week go by without reccing this story by this (oh-so) phenomenal author. But in case this rec is not enough to convince, I have a taste of this beauty below the cut…
All throughout the first day, she wonders if she will sleep.
The thought is like an obsession, constantly nagging at the edge of her mind. She needs no sleep, she knows, not really. Nights are not nights here; days are not days, and the colours blazed so furiously bright at first, the sky and grass to their fullest blue and green–the one ideal shade of paradise, not the mix of imperfect hues that reveal a living being. Her dress is ever so white, too, and her companions’ clothing. She half-expected to be blinded, but her eyes never watered.
If she ever cries again, it will be the computer indulging her needs, providing her with the human reactions she is used to. She realizes this.
Ahhhh, so, so lovely. See what I mean? A must-read! Do tell her how awesome this is after you get done reading, yes? Let her know how this fiction touched your heart and made you FEEL…
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Story: The Storyteller
Word Count: 98,625
Author’s Summary: 1917 France. A military hospital. Amy is in dire need of comfort after an accident so the Doctor tells her a story. Twice upon a time… in Paris with pirates, a former Time-Agent, a stolen tower, an empire of death…and a man without a name.
Characters/Pairings: Amy Pond, Other Character(s), The Doctor (11th), Unspecified Companion
Warnings: Explicit Violence, Action/Adventure, Character Study, Drama, General, Horror, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery
Recced because: I’ve been wanting to rec this fiction for a long while now. He wanted to do some clean-ups and edits, so I held back until now, but I am unable to hold back any longer. This fiction is a long one, but is is a massively awesome one - and well worth the time it takes to read.
That being said, this literally has it all! Romance, mystery, war, greed, adventure, horror - all in one fiction. We get to see old friends, meet new enemies and be taken for a ride that you will never forget. The imagery is stunning, the adventure compelling and the twist at the end is perfectly gorgeous!! This is definitely a fiction everyone should read! As usual, I am at a total loss for words to describe the utter epicness of this fiction - but if I am at a loss, I’m sure when you read you will be able to forgive such a failure on my part, as this is truly one of those stories that leaves us all with too many words and yet not enough. That being said, I know that sometimes a taste to whet one’s appetite is generally required - so the taste (as always) is proffered below…
"Tell you what," the Doctor said. "I’ll tell you a story. A good story. You’ll like it."
"I’m not in the mood," Amy said, crawling out of her hiding place under the pillow. Please, just take me home."
"It’s traumatizing. I understand," the Doctor said solemn. "You’ve got a lot to be sad about."
"In some ways more than others. Stop scratching it you’re making it worse."
Amy surrendered with a groan.
"Fine, what’s the story about? It better not be depressing." she said and the Doctor rubbed his hands smugly. Then she grabbed his arm.
"Wait, am I in it?"
The Doctor allowed it.
"Yes, you are," the Doctor said and he started telling his story. "You, me and a noise. A strange noise, like static, following us around across time and space. Following the TARDIS. Like a telemarketer during dinner. Very rudely."
"Is there a murder involved?"
"There usually is," the Doctor confirmed. "Now stop interrupting me. Do I start interrupting you when you’re telling a story?"
"Yes," Amy spoke without a hitch.
"Exactly," the Doctor said. "Now then, where was I? Oh, I remember. It was the year of Neverwas in the time of Neverwhen…"
See what I mean?! Just…epic!! Be sure to read (and take your time if you have to, sometimes fiction is best enjoyed that way) and let this author know how much they rock!!
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Author: Lady Mercury
Word Count: 1455
Author’s Summary: Oh, Amelia Pond, the things you don’t know.
Characters/Pairings: Amy Pond, The Doctor (11th)
Warnings: Angst, Character Study, General, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection
Recced because: First of all, recced because this is amazing. The author always produces sheer quality and this is no exception. Of course (in my humble opinion) every author I recommend (and their glorious fictions) are just brilliant hands down. This fiction though…it is about the sudden remembrance of loss and the actual physical sensations of grief. It is about a man who doesn’t think he is lonely, but suddenly remembers how he very much is, even as he tries to hide that from a friend who helps to keep that self-same loneliness and sorrow at bay.
It is about a remarkable companion, who can understand such loss in their own way, even as their own loss is different in so many ways. It is how grief can be silent and still be shared; how one doesn’t have to hide their hurts.
It is about the continuance of all things, even if it is not as we used to know them.
I really have no other words that can truly do justice to this fiction. To see all these lovely, terrible, haunting, wonderful, relieving things, one must read this tale. Tis as simple as that, even if it isn’t simple at all. I say this, but I do realize that occasionally, one must need a little push to plunge in - and as always, I have done my best to oblige below…
She drags him to the kitchen, nudges him into a chair. The tea she makes him is far too sweet, but he takes cautious little sips of it to please her. Sitting across the table, she watches him raise the mug to his lips. The room is warm and dim. For a moment, he can forget himself, imagine a little girl, fish fingers with custard, and a time that’s already very far away.
“Are you feeling any better?” Her voice is too loud, and it shakes him from his reverie.
“Much. I told you, Amy, I’m really not ill.”
“And I told you, hurling all over the TARDIS isn’t something you normally do. And I would know.”
A small, rueful smile plays on his lips. Oh, Amelia Pond, the things you don’t know.
See? Beautiful. Now…go - read! - and tell this writer how they have touched you, how they have made you feel - because in the end, isn’t that the point of it all?
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