Rec: what dreams may come by Lady Mercury
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calufraxThe second one for today is another Eleventh era story:
Story: what dreams may come
Author: Lady Mercury
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1181
Author's Summary: On the TARDIS, there isn’t day, and there isn’t night, but there are times when Amy is awake when she feels she should be sleeping.
Characters: Eleven, Amy
Warnings: None
Recced because: A stark reminder that really, nobody wants to be in the Doctor's head. It starts off light but takes a darker turn that makes your heart ache for both the Doctor and Amy. The prose is spare and evocative, and the ending wraps things up as best it can, but it makes you wonder about what happens next.
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Amy rolls her eyes. “Of course, superior Time Lord physiology. How could I forget? Because staring groggily into a teacup for two whole weeks is immensely superior to just taking the bleedin’ nap.”
The Doctor’s face drops to something between hurt and amusement for a moment. Then it’s gone, and he’s simply old, tired. He pats the spot next to him on the workbench. “Come here. I’ll show you the TARDIS. You’ll either develop a new-found appreciation for the old girl, or I’ll bore you to sleep.”
Story: what dreams may come
Author: Lady Mercury
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1181
Author's Summary: On the TARDIS, there isn’t day, and there isn’t night, but there are times when Amy is awake when she feels she should be sleeping.
Characters: Eleven, Amy
Warnings: None
Recced because: A stark reminder that really, nobody wants to be in the Doctor's head. It starts off light but takes a darker turn that makes your heart ache for both the Doctor and Amy. The prose is spare and evocative, and the ending wraps things up as best it can, but it makes you wonder about what happens next.
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Amy rolls her eyes. “Of course, superior Time Lord physiology. How could I forget? Because staring groggily into a teacup for two whole weeks is immensely superior to just taking the bleedin’ nap.”
The Doctor’s face drops to something between hurt and amusement for a moment. Then it’s gone, and he’s simply old, tired. He pats the spot next to him on the workbench. “Come here. I’ll show you the TARDIS. You’ll either develop a new-found appreciation for the old girl, or I’ll bore you to sleep.”
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