calufrax

Hello, calufrax. I'm Paranoidangel and I have a variety of recs over the next fortnight, beginning with a long one from an author that hasn't been recced here before.

Story: The Freedom of Lindos
Author: Llywela
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 57,557
Author's Summary: En route to Scotland, the TARDIS accidentally lands the Doctor, Sarah and Harry in the middle of a desperate struggle for freedom on the other side of the galaxy.
Characters/Pairings: Harry Sullivan, Sarah Jane Smith, Fourth Doctor
Warnings: None

Recced because: It's a lovely long story with an interesting plot about the people of the planet Lindos and what's being done to them. There's plenty for the Doctor, Sarah and Harry to do in it, using their particular skills. The characterisation of the three main characters is spot on and the original characters and their races are fleshed out and interesting.

Excerpt:
"Well, I just hope the Brig'll give us time for a hot bath and something to eat before he puts us to work," Sarah Jane Smith tiredly remarked as she opened the TARDIS door…and then stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of what lay beyond it.

He'd done it again.

"Strike that," she called, reflecting that once upon a time she might have been surprised. "I hate to say it, Doctor, but I don't think this is Scotland."

Harry Sullivan, UNIT's medical officer and current travelling companion of Sarah and the enigmatic Time Lord known only as the Doctor, came to look over her shoulder. "Definitely not Scotland," he agreed, catching her eye with a look that was both rueful and resigned.

"Not Scotland?" Pottering around over at the TARDIS console still, his outrageous scarf trailing along the floor behind him as usual, the Doctor peered at his instruments, fiddled with a couple of switches and then scowled. "High time I took the old girl in for a service," he loftily declared, before frowning suspiciously at Harry. "You haven't touched anything, have you, Harry?"

"Certainly not," Harry retorted. "Are you sure you know how to steer this thing, Doctor?"

"This 'thing'? Do I know how to steer this thing?" the Doctor indignantly echoed. "Do I know how to steer this 'thing'?" Cramming that floppy old felt hat of his down over his riot of bushy curls with a grouchy and very pointed 'harrumph', he stalked out of the TARDIS in a huff.

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