Story: The Master and Mrs. PondAuthor: Memory DragonRating:
All AgesWord Count:
Still waiting for her proper Doctor and Rory to find her again, Amy meets the Doctor's best enemy and gets chased around by a giant purple monster. So much for hearing embarrassing stories of the Doctor's childhood over chocolate!Characters/Pairings:
Amy Pond, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, Third Doctor, Delgado!Master, Sergeant BentonRecced because:
Though this is technically the sequel to "The Sea Devils and Mrs. Pond," I chose to rec this one instead because I believe that it is in this story that Memory Dragon truly perfects the initiative of its predecessor, in glorious fashion. (And rest assured, "The Master and Mrs. Pond" is perfectly understandable if you haven't read the first one--all you need to know is that Amy is trapped in Three's era in an AU-ish limbo between Jo and Sarah Jane.) How glorious of a fashion, you ask?
Well, this is Amy "Force of Nature" Pond we're talking about here, dropped down into the proper, polite--perhaps even a bit repressed--Third Doctor's run. And in true Amy Pond fashion, she immediately smashes down that annoying line between text and subtext. She makes fun of the Master's TCE, points out that his schemes are rather rubbish, demands to know whether or not the Doctor and he are ex-boyfriends or if it's an unresolved sexual tension thing. Also, she flirts with him, demands chocolate, and nicknames him--well, I better not spoil it for you. Between her brash confidence and the Master's icy reserve, they are the perfect foils for each other. For such a funny fic, the ending is surprisingly and beautifully bittersweet: the Doctor and Amy can hold out hope for the Master, but the reader already knows his future. And both Amy and we know the future of the Doctor.
(Also, in both stories? Amy is working for UNIT. So she is surrounded by soldiers. Men in uniform. She flirts with everyone
, and it is the best thing ever.)Excerpt:
"You'll find the TCE is a much more elegant solution and much easier to clean up," the Master explained, gripping the weapon in his hands tighter. It was the only show of his temper, but it left Amy wondering if she was pushing a bit too far. He was the one with the weapon after all. "You will be shrunk down to a few mere inches, effectively killing you."
"So it shrinks things?" Amy asked, not caring about how far she was pushing him any longer. This was hilarious. "And I thought the bow tie and ruffles were a cry for help. No, that's not compensating for anything."