Jan. 12th, 2009

mysticalchild_isis: (dr who 3)
[personal profile] mysticalchild_isis
Hey, I'm [livejournal.com profile] isiscaughey, and I'll be reccing a mixed bag of Classic and New Who fics this week.

Since it's Monday, I'll start off with something short (but lovely).

Story: Sparking Plugs
Author: [livejournal.com profile] infiniteviking
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 590
Author's Summary: The Doctor's a dab hand at fixing Bessie but he's barely scratched the surface with Jo.
Characters/Pairings: Three, Jo
Warnings: None

Yes, it's quite short, but it packs a lot into every word. The author's lovely, deft imagery sets the scene as Jo struggles with a painful memory while the Doctor tinkers.
[identity profile] wendymr.livejournal.com
Hi! I'm [livejournal.com profile] wendymr,or wmr on the Spoon, and I'm your second reccer for this week. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] calapine  for giving me another week, and I'm delighted to be reccing alongside [livejournal.com profile] isiscaughey. I'll be reccing New Who, a mix of Ninth and Tenth Doctors and all companions, ship and genfic.

A short but powerful gen story to start my week:

Story: Haunted 
Author: [livejournal.com profile] dave7 
Rating: All Ages
Word count: 864
Author’s summary:  Ninth Doctor, Pre-series, for the Ninth Doctor Ficathon.
Characters/Pairings: Ninth Doctor
Warnings: None

Reason for recommendation:    The summary for this story really doesn’t provide us with much of a reason to read it, but trust me: this story needs to be read. [livejournal.com profile] dave7  was prompted with a haunted abbey, the ocean, new shoes, and what he does with these is truly wonderful. We have Nine, immediately post-Time War, immediately post-regeneration. From the very first line, I was struck with an image that brought me to a skidding halt:

The Doctor lands the TARDIS on the edge of a beach, somewhere, on a planet he isn’t sure exists any more.

And so it continues. In a very short piece, typical of this writer’s economy with words, we’re given a picture of a man who has no idea who or what he is any more, what kind of universe he’s in - or how much of the universe he’s known all his lives is even left. Read it. It’ll haunt you.


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