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Rec: "Force of Nature," by Nostalgia
Posting on behalf of Styrofoam monster on Teaspoon.
Story: Force of Nature
Author: nostalgia
Rating: Teen
Word count: 2637
Characters: Missy, 12
Summary: The Doctor reluctantly assists Missy's life of crime.
Warnings: none
Recced because: This story is Classic Master. Missy keeps the Doctor and the reader guessing all the way through - the prose is crisp, the banter is strong, and the characterization fitting. The Master is simultaneously superior and vulnerable, the Doctor frustrated and reluctantly fond, and there is a customary blend of trust and mistrust between them. Good Missy stories are hard to find, and this is a good one.
excerpt:
“I want this,” she said simply.
He looked at the flickering image on the screen. “What is it?”
“The coronet of the Undying One.” She shrugged. “It's a stupid name, I'm fairly sure he's been dead for centuries.”
“What you want it for?”
Missy looked uncertain for a moment, then said, “It's pretty.”
“Pretty?” he echoed.
She tilted her chin slightly upwards. “I don't judge your motives, don't judge mine.”
The Doctor shook his head. “What are you not telling me?”
Missy didn't answer.
Story: Force of Nature
Author: nostalgia
Rating: Teen
Word count: 2637
Characters: Missy, 12
Summary: The Doctor reluctantly assists Missy's life of crime.
Warnings: none
Recced because: This story is Classic Master. Missy keeps the Doctor and the reader guessing all the way through - the prose is crisp, the banter is strong, and the characterization fitting. The Master is simultaneously superior and vulnerable, the Doctor frustrated and reluctantly fond, and there is a customary blend of trust and mistrust between them. Good Missy stories are hard to find, and this is a good one.
excerpt:
“I want this,” she said simply.
He looked at the flickering image on the screen. “What is it?”
“The coronet of the Undying One.” She shrugged. “It's a stupid name, I'm fairly sure he's been dead for centuries.”
“What you want it for?”
Missy looked uncertain for a moment, then said, “It's pretty.”
“Pretty?” he echoed.
She tilted her chin slightly upwards. “I don't judge your motives, don't judge mine.”
The Doctor shook his head. “What are you not telling me?”
Missy didn't answer.