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And that's it from me! I hope you enjoyed the recs this week - it's certainly been great fun bringing them to you. Let's end on a high note with...

Story: No Names, No Regrets
Author: nonelvis
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1807
Author's Summary: "Prompt: Nine/River, "no names, no regrets." Includes light bondage."
Characters/Pairings: Ninth Doctor/River Song
Warnings: light bondage (as per tin)

Recced because: An uncommon pairing, an excellent set-up and flawless execution. You know those fics you read and you just can't stop nodding the whole way through because you're thinking, "Canon. Yep, definitely canon. Oh, that is so canon"? Well, YMMV (everyone's does) but this story hits that spot for me. Nine is an adorable rogue in that "of course I want to but you'll have to convince me" way of his, and River is a very considerate and inventive ex-bespoke psychopath from the future. Their time together may be brief, but it's delightful while it lasts.

Excerpt:

"Come with me."

"Where?"

She tilted her head towards a poorly lit corridor opposite the dance floor. A glass heart glowing the same shade of iridescent pink as the bar hovered over the corridor entrance.

"My friends …" He gestured to the dance floor. "I shouldn't leave them."

"That's very loyal of you, but it doesn't sound like much fun."

"Who said I'm not having fun? I've got a drink with a little brolly in it. It even opens and closes, see? Don't tell me that's not fun."

"There's fun," the blonde said, lips suddenly close to his ear, "and there's fun."
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Story: While I'm Here
Author: stick_poker
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1885
Author's Summary: "So what would happen if the Doctor's Ganger showed up in the TARDIS? And why on earth is he dripping wet and minus his clothes?"
Characters/Pairings: Eleventh Doctor/Ganger Eleventh Doctor
Warnings: None

Recced because: This is a very fun coda to The Rebel Flesh/The Almost People. As you might expect with two Elevens, there's quite a lot of dialogue, and Stick captures them so perfectly. Of course they would finish each other's sentences. And of course there'd be no stopping their insatiable curiosity. Two Doctors? I can tell you what they're thinking right now...

Excerpt:

He watches himself pulling his hand back though his damp hair, and then realises he’s scratching his chin for no good reason.

“We - we can’t, can we?” Even though there’s no-one else there, that still comes out of his duplicate as a hoarse whisper.

“At some level, I can’t see why not.”

“It could be interesting research, I suppose.”

“Or you could even think of it,” he counters, “as preparation.”

“Preparation?”

“Let’s face it. At some point, she’s going to find out there’s two of us.”

The blank look on the face of his double gives way to something half-horrified, half-fascinated.

“Ah.”

“Indeed.”
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Story: Strain
Author: golden orange
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1312
Author's Summary: "Peri is infected with the dreaded alien sex pollen. This makes things between her and the Doctor uncomfortable. Alright, MORE uncomfortable."
Characters/Pairings: Sixth Doctor/Peri
Warnings: None

Recced because: What was it about Six and Peri? The poor girl could never do anything right by him, especially when she actually was right. But when the bickering's good, it's like some kind of proto-Jerry Springer situation - utterly addictive. You can't leave, let alone look away; you must see this argument through to the end. Someone pass me the popcorn! Let's take bets on who'll throw the first chair!

This fic captures Six and Peri exquisitely - they're at the top of their already very fine bickering form, and placed in a trope-tastic situation from which thousands of characters before them haven't managed to escape the inevitable. And yet... Well, I don't want to ruin the surprise - go read it for yourself!

Excerpt:

“This is all your fault,” Peri Brown snapped waspishly. A close observer would note that she appeared remarkably fidgety, and appeared to be crossing and uncrossing her legs with remarkable frequency. She seemed to have some difficulty in remaining settled in her seat. She was brushing at the skin of her arm, as if she had an itch, but the same close observer would see that her hand appeared to be stroking her skin rather than scratching it.

The Doctor spun around from the TARDIS console in a flurry of brightly coloured coat tails and moral outrage. “My fault?!” he repeated incredulously. “And who was it, I wonder, who warned you to stay away from those flower beds in the first place? It’s not my fault that you allowed your otherwise laudable botanical curiosity to overrule your good senses and reject my as-it-turns-out remarkably sound advice!”

“Yeah, you warned me -- right before you pushed me into them!”
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Story: The Quandary of the Doctor's Boot Cupboard
Author: KaylieMalinza
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 756
Author's Summary: "Sarah Jane inquires as to the nature of the Doctor's boot cupboard."
Characters/Pairings: Sarah Jane Smith, the Fourth Doctor
Warnings: None

Recced because: I must admit I haven't seen the serial The Masque of Mandragora, where the subject of the Doctor's boot cupboard is first broached. Luckily it wasn't an issue, because not even complete lack of knowledge of the canon context could stop me snorting with laughter all the way through this story.

Excerpt:

"Doctor."

"Yes?" He went back to the telescope, but was listening at least halfway.

"While I was chained up in that dungeon, I was thinking about your boot cupboard."

"My boot cupboard?"

"Yes."

"While chained in a dungeon?" The Doctor turned his head to look at her.

"One often thinks of very strange things when awaiting one's death," Sarah said, with just a hint of sadness.

The Doctor went back to the telescope. "Don't be silly, Sarah. I wouldn't have let you die."

"It's not a matter of letting," Sarah replied tartly. "Anyhow, I suppose that's why I was thinking of the boot cupboard. I didn't really think I was going to die, and I needed to pass the time."
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Hello [livejournal.com profile] calufrax! I'm [livejournal.com profile] ms_prue, your reccer for this week. I'm newish to the mysteries of the Teaspoon, but I hope you'll enjoy the little line-up I've got for you.

Let's kick off the week with a very fine crossover...

Story: Follow Through
Author: Macadamanaity
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 3117
Author's Summary: "A head nurse of a certain M*A*S*H unit saves the day with help from a visiting doctor."
Characters/Pairings: The Tenth Doctor, Major Margaret Houlihan and others.
Warnings: None

Recced because: I have a weakness healthy appreciation for well-drawn crossovers and women in authority. This story feels true to both M*A*S*H and DW, which is no mean feat. As you might expect, the Major and the Doctor aren't going to get on like a house on fire, but there's a crisis on and Margaret's not going to let a little thing like an impossible alien ferrying her though time and space stand between her and the solution to her problems.

Excerpt:

“Identify yourself!” she barked. He slowly reached for a pocket in the left breast of his pinstriped suit jacket, which, she noted carefully, was too fitted to contain a projectile weapon, though it could probably hide the shape of a knife. He pulled out a small leather folder and handed it to Radar to hand to her, staying otherwise very still.

She opened it with one hand, keeping one eye on him.

“Doctor John Smith,” she read his ID aloud. “Scientific Advisor to the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce.” He nodded encouragingly.

“That’s right! And who might you be?” His British accent belied the international nature of his associations but,

“There’s no such thing as the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce.” She tightened her grip on the weapon.

“Too early, then?” he asked, nonsensically. “Pity. That one tends to be helpful when you military types are involved.”

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