Story: Before We Rest
Word Count: 2352
Author’s Summary: Benton looks after a slightly injured Brigadier, and sets some doubts at rest in the process.
Characters/Pairings: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart/Sergeant Benton, UNIT
Recced because: I find this short piece, looking into the lives of some of our friends from UNIT, touching. And I like hurt/comfort when it’s done well. It’s certainly done well in “Before We Rest.”
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Story: Goodbyes Keep You Alive
Author: Daystar Searcher
Word Count: 1090
Author’s Summary: The sex is always best after one of them has almost died.
Characters/Pairings: Sarah Jane Smith/The Doctor (Four)
Warnings: BDSM, Explicit Sex, Swearing
Recced because: I have a weakness for “glad to be alive sex,” and this short but scorching fic is about one such encounter between Sarah Jane and Four.
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Story: Arms and the Man
Word Count: 1465
Author’s Summary: Nefertiti and Riddell, afterwards.
Characters/Pairings: Other Character(s) (Nefertiti/John Riddell)
Recced because: It’s a canon pairing seen in one of Eleven’s crazier episodes, “Dinosaurs on a Spaceship,” and it’s a shameless, smutty fic.
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Story: Universes Apart
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 5324
Author’s Summary: They found each other through the skin of the universe.
Characters/Pairings: Gwen Cooper/Rose Tyler, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato
Recced because: Rose and Gwen seem like the least likeliest of pairings. And yet this bittersweet fic, where Rose and Gwen communicate between Pete’s World and the regular Doctor Who universe, makes this pairing work without forcing it in this fic.
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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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