rec: Crystal Palace One, The United Legions of the Planet Zartog Nil

[eve11]

Story: Crystal Palace One, The United Legions of the Planet Zartog Nil
Author: livii
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1353
Author's Summary: The plan was of course a bit more complicated than that, but what it boiled down to for Mickey was standing outside the Palace dressing room at the beginning of the second half, dressed in Clinton Morrison's strip, after having clubbed Morrison over the head (apologetically) and stolen his clothes.
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Mickey, Rose
Warnings: None

Recced because: Aside from having the best title ever, this fic is a hilarious romp in which aliens attempt to take over the world one football team at a time, and Mickey gets to save the world in the most perfect way possible. Team TARDIS is in fantastic form in this one, livii has a great narrative humor and snappy dialogue, and I was laughing like an idiot throughout. What more can one ask for? I won't post a snippet other than the one livii chose above, because I'd basically end up quoting the whole thing here. Short, sweet, fun, read!

rec: heat

[lizbee.livejournal.com]

Story: Heat
Author: Nostalgia
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 997
Author's Summary: Ten, Romana, and some alien biology
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Romana, Martha
Warnings: None

Recced because: This is a story about my OTP having hot alien sex, so naturally I'm a bit biased in its favour.  But it's rare to find a fic that so embraces the alienness of the Doctor and Romana.   In the restaurant, he licks dripped wine from her wrist and they pretend that they can't speak any language but their own. She and the words taste of home, and his blood rushes to answer hers. They edge closer until denial becomes pointless and her fingers work his tie off before the food arrives.

"Heat" is almost unbearably short; every time I read it, I get to the end gasping for more.  In the aftermath of the Time War, Gallifreyan biology has become a visceral force, from the cellular level outwards.  This is essentially a series of vignettes divided by interruptions: dialogue, meta about Time Lord sexuality, the speculation of nameless outsiders.  Deceptively simple, unbearably powerful.  They lose track of casuality, play with time simply because they can. He touches her skin with an echo, teases her with three seconds into the future. They spend eternity in a telepathic feedback loop and she slithers, quantum, over him.  I'll freely admit that I'm jealous, because a story this complex should be nearly impossible to write, and Nostalgia makes it look easy.  But it's the reader who wins out; I just read this twice more, preparing my rec, and my admiration has only increased.