Rec: Pre-Emptive Measures by queriton
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calufraxStory: Pre-Emptive Measures
Author: queriton
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1477
Author's Summary: The Doctor has a certain reputation. Sometimes this is useful, sometimes not. Sometimes extremely not. Rated for 2 swear words.
Characters/Pairings: Ten, some original characters
Warnings: swearing
Recced because: In recent Doctor Who there's been a lot of mining of the Doctor's fearsome reputation for angst and tragedy, but queriton shows us how wrong we all were: we should have been mining it for hilarity, or at least hilarious tragedy.
One of my favorite kinds of stories are those that take a simple misunderstanding as their premise and follow it through to its logical, if ludicrous, ending. This fic is a prime example, with a quick pace, fun original characters, and a glib wit reminiscent of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Excerpt:
“It isn’t good, sir.” Sweat was beading on the general’s forehead.
“Out with it!”
“It appears he was alone, sir.” The beads merged, forming a rivulet, which wandered restlessly down one stubbled cheek.
“You’re right. Not good.”
“And unarmed.” A pearl of sweat found the general’s eye, which twitched involuntarily. He looked rather like a constipated ferret and was clearly stalling.
His Excellency said nothing, hoping against all logical expectation for a reprieve. The silence pooled and lengthened uncomfortably. He knew what was coming next.
“He surrendered, sir.” The words were bleak and hopeless, and echoed like a death knell.
Author: queriton
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1477
Author's Summary: The Doctor has a certain reputation. Sometimes this is useful, sometimes not. Sometimes extremely not. Rated for 2 swear words.
Characters/Pairings: Ten, some original characters
Warnings: swearing
Recced because: In recent Doctor Who there's been a lot of mining of the Doctor's fearsome reputation for angst and tragedy, but queriton shows us how wrong we all were: we should have been mining it for hilarity, or at least hilarious tragedy.
One of my favorite kinds of stories are those that take a simple misunderstanding as their premise and follow it through to its logical, if ludicrous, ending. This fic is a prime example, with a quick pace, fun original characters, and a glib wit reminiscent of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Excerpt:
“It isn’t good, sir.” Sweat was beading on the general’s forehead.
“Out with it!”
“It appears he was alone, sir.” The beads merged, forming a rivulet, which wandered restlessly down one stubbled cheek.
“You’re right. Not good.”
“And unarmed.” A pearl of sweat found the general’s eye, which twitched involuntarily. He looked rather like a constipated ferret and was clearly stalling.
His Excellency said nothing, hoping against all logical expectation for a reprieve. The silence pooled and lengthened uncomfortably. He knew what was coming next.
“He surrendered, sir.” The words were bleak and hopeless, and echoed like a death knell.
