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calufrax2011-10-11 08:36 am
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rec: the calm after the storm
Story: The Calm After the Storm
Author: lolrassilon
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 14,149
Author's Summary: As resident Enigmatic Alien aboard the TARDIS, the Doctor finds himself questioned by his curious companions during a quiet moment between adventures. As one question leads to another, the trio end up confronting the harsh reality that was the Time War.
Characters/Pairings: Amy Pond, Rory Williams, The Doctor (11th), The Doctor (8th)
Warnings: None.
Recced because: I think I'd better face it. I'm obsessed with the Time War. I'm obsessed with fics about the Time War, and I think this huge, empty playground that is the Time War is one of the best possible gifts a show could ever grant fandom, bar none. That said, I love this story, not only because it encompasses and portrays the horrors I imagine to befit such a war, but it relates them back to our present Doctor-and-companions box set - and the Zero Room! They brought back the Zero Room!
I won't spoil any more, but there's also a really fun part where you lose your mind.
Memories flashed into and out of existence around her. Some were sensations - the taste of the illegal alcohol on his tongue as he and Koschei drank with friends in the fields outside the Citadel, the sting of a teacher’s ruler clipping him about the ear, the starch of uncomfortable formal clothes, the warmth of embracing a mother - and others were snatches of more solid memories. He was in a lecture, and he was bored, doodling all over his notepad, while everyone else used the computer monitors before them - a fierce argument was taking place, he wanted to travel, he wanted to go, but they wouldn’t let him, what right did they have, what right did he have, a stalemate - he lay under the console of the borrowed TARDIS, repairing vaguely, distractedly - the tiniest flickers of family, of affection, love, a losing battle to fight off the urge to travel, snatched away before she could see them properly - then he was much older, his face was lined, his eyes blazed with anger, his sobbing granddaughter was held close in his arms, he was going to finish the work of decades on the TARDIS, he was going to take them both away -
If she had had a head, Amy would have wrapped her arms around it.
Author: lolrassilon
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 14,149
Author's Summary: As resident Enigmatic Alien aboard the TARDIS, the Doctor finds himself questioned by his curious companions during a quiet moment between adventures. As one question leads to another, the trio end up confronting the harsh reality that was the Time War.
Characters/Pairings: Amy Pond, Rory Williams, The Doctor (11th), The Doctor (8th)
Warnings: None.
Recced because: I think I'd better face it. I'm obsessed with the Time War. I'm obsessed with fics about the Time War, and I think this huge, empty playground that is the Time War is one of the best possible gifts a show could ever grant fandom, bar none. That said, I love this story, not only because it encompasses and portrays the horrors I imagine to befit such a war, but it relates them back to our present Doctor-and-companions box set - and the Zero Room! They brought back the Zero Room!
I won't spoil any more, but there's also a really fun part where you lose your mind.
Memories flashed into and out of existence around her. Some were sensations - the taste of the illegal alcohol on his tongue as he and Koschei drank with friends in the fields outside the Citadel, the sting of a teacher’s ruler clipping him about the ear, the starch of uncomfortable formal clothes, the warmth of embracing a mother - and others were snatches of more solid memories. He was in a lecture, and he was bored, doodling all over his notepad, while everyone else used the computer monitors before them - a fierce argument was taking place, he wanted to travel, he wanted to go, but they wouldn’t let him, what right did they have, what right did he have, a stalemate - he lay under the console of the borrowed TARDIS, repairing vaguely, distractedly - the tiniest flickers of family, of affection, love, a losing battle to fight off the urge to travel, snatched away before she could see them properly - then he was much older, his face was lined, his eyes blazed with anger, his sobbing granddaughter was held close in his arms, he was going to finish the work of decades on the TARDIS, he was going to take them both away -
If she had had a head, Amy would have wrapped her arms around it.