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Well, the end has come. For my last rec of the week, I'd thought I'd do something about goodbyes.

Story: You can't go home again
Author: Pitry
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2237
Author's Summary: Five postcards the Doctor got from Mel.
Characters/Pairings: Brigadier, Third Doctor, Mel Bush, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, Eleventh Doctor, River Song, Ninth Doctor, Sixth Doctor, Seventh Doctor

Recced because: Full disclosure: this was written for my prompt at [livejournal.com profile] dw_straybunnies. But I wouldn't be reccing it if Pitry hadn't taken my half-formed hopes and wishes and sculpted them into pure timey-wimey awesome.

For all of its randomness, Mel's goodbye to the Doctor in 'Dragonfire' is still one of the most affecting in the show's history. Her promise to write to the Doctor--never mind that he didn't have an address, she'd just stick a postcard in a bottle and throw it into space--perfectly captured some of her best qualities: her kindness, her whimsy, her overflowing optimism and desire to believe the best of everyone and everything. Of course, with a time traveler there's no way to make sure your letters get to him in order, and so this fic becomes two equally fascinating jumbled-up wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stories. On one hand, it's the tale of the Doctor, and how five postcards from a companion who's moved on affected him at critical points in his lives--both before and after he met her. And on the other hand, those five postcards tell Mel's story, the age-old tale of the young person leaving their mentor and striking out on their own, with all the attendant freedom and fear of that venture. These two stories twine together seamlessly, both rich in humor, pathos, and great characterization with everyone's voices ringing true.


Excerpt:

Dear Doctor,
I’ve spent the last five days with this wonderful family. They were very kind, and not at all what you’d expect from a family of man-eating fish. I quite like it here. But I don’t think I’m staying. It doesn’t really feel like home. I’m starting to think it might have been a mistake to leave you. But I think I’ll travel a bit longer, give it another go. I hope this postcard finds you well.
Mel.
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