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Hello, I'm Clocketpatch and I'll be your reccer for the next two weeks.

Story: Breaking the Silence

Author: Grym

Rating: All Ages

Word Count: 2078

Author's Summary: The Doctor struggles with memory, loss, and a forceful companion as he and Donna leave the planet of the Ood. (S4 spoilers through PotO.)

Characters/Pairings: Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor

Warnings: None

Recced because:

Ten and Donna are one of my all-time favourite TARDIS teams. They worked as bright and shiny complements to each other. Ten gave Donna the inspiration to stretch her wings, and Donna was always there to pick up the Doctor when his wings failed him. In this episode-tag to Planet of the Ood, Ten is pretending to be fine, as he does, and Donna uses her practical, no-nonsense Chiswick approach to sort him out.

This fic is warm and sad at the same time; emotional H/C at its best. It's got great dialogue, beautifully poetic descriptions, and a wonderful portrayal of "Donna Noble of Chiswick, social justice activist from the galaxy next door". I love it a lot, and I hope you do too.


Donna clears her throat, elbowing him in the ribs. He flashes her a quicksilver grin, all teeth and fervor, opens the door and shepherds her inside. The door closes behind them with a terminal click.

Immediately, silence.

No song pulling gently, insistently at the edges of the pit inside his mind. No impression of others lingering just beyond his senses. The sudden, severed connection takes his breath like a blow to the gut, and he stops at the threshold and leans against the closed doors, teeth gritted, eyes closed.

Donna’s rubber soles squelch across the console room, a counterpoint to her voice. “Who’d ever imagine people like the Ood making music like that? Very Bach. Very Mozart, if you know what I mean. Ood to Joy.”

“Beethoven,” he corrects automatically, leaning his head back against the TARDIS. “Only sounds that way because the ship translates it into something familiar.” His isolated voice inside his head echoes as if across a vast distance, lost, desolate. He raises a hand to rub his face, leaves it there.


Date: 2014-02-11 11:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, thank you for that rec :) I really enjoyed it.

Date: 2014-02-11 11:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
YAY!! I love your recs!!

*Runs to read*

Date: 2014-02-13 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow. Thank you, Clocketpatch. Such kind words -- and it's generating new reviews from other readers over on Teaspoon, too. One of the greatest feelings in fandom is to be rec'd and enjoyed again after lying quietly dormant for some time. You've made my week. Much appreciated!


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May 2017