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calufrax2011-12-11 10:34 pm
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rec: not quite
I was out of town and missed a few days, so I'll post two recs today. Here's the first one:
Story: Not Quite
Author: Honeynoir
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1039
Author's Summary: He reminds her of someone, but not exactly.
Characters/Pairings: River Song, Duplicate Tenth Doctor
Warnings: None
Recced because: This is a very creative story. I never thought to imagine these characters meeting, but Honeynoir makes it convincing and really lovely. She has a knack for finding the little details that make a description ring true. It has a follow-up piece here, which is equally great.
Here's an excerpt:
When it had been realised Rose was further away than the corner shop, they’d dug up someone to sit with River while they waited. John, they called him. John, to go with Rose and Pete and Kate and Tom. (River had grinned and called herself Melody.)
John had wandered into the tiny room a few hours after they’d rung him, a Pringles tube in one hand and a teacup in the other, and he’d looked at her as if he knew everything about her. For a second or two, River hadn’t been able to draw breath, and then she’d remembered — Time Lords didn’t have alternate selves.
Story: Not Quite
Author: Honeynoir
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1039
Author's Summary: He reminds her of someone, but not exactly.
Characters/Pairings: River Song, Duplicate Tenth Doctor
Warnings: None
Recced because: This is a very creative story. I never thought to imagine these characters meeting, but Honeynoir makes it convincing and really lovely. She has a knack for finding the little details that make a description ring true. It has a follow-up piece here, which is equally great.
Here's an excerpt:
When it had been realised Rose was further away than the corner shop, they’d dug up someone to sit with River while they waited. John, they called him. John, to go with Rose and Pete and Kate and Tom. (River had grinned and called herself Melody.)
John had wandered into the tiny room a few hours after they’d rung him, a Pringles tube in one hand and a teacup in the other, and he’d looked at her as if he knew everything about her. For a second or two, River hadn’t been able to draw breath, and then she’d remembered — Time Lords didn’t have alternate selves.