Rec: It's About Choices
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calufraxStory: It's About Choices
Author: Van Donovan
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 9,056
Author's Summary: Turlough influences some of Tegan's choices.
Warnings: graphic sex
Recced because: I keep saying that fandom needs to be fired for not producing more Tegan/Turlough fic, and this story is my Exhibit A for why the pairing works. The characterization is spot-on, from the snappy dialogue to the perfectly captured mannerisms. Tegan's observations of Turlough, his analysis of her, their reactions to each other all meld into a snarky, bittersweet piece made all the better by the inescapable conclusion. Also: hot like burning.
“It’s funny,” Tegan said, drawing her knees up to her chest. “I don’t miss much about Earth. I thought I would–hamburgers and movies and rock and roll–but I really don’t. Being out here, traveling through time and space with you and the Doctor. Can’t beat that.”
“You missed the third Star Wars film,” he noted casually.
“I never was much for sci-fi, actually,” she pointed out.
There was a pause as she realized quite what she’d said. Turlough had frozen up too, waiting for her to catch herself. Shaking her head at her contradictions, she burst into laughter and he joined her. It felt good, sitting on a hill overlooking some alien world, laughing with someone she considered a friend. Sure, she was laughing at her own expense, but sometimes that was the best sort of laughter.
Author: Van Donovan
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 9,056
Author's Summary: Turlough influences some of Tegan's choices.
Warnings: graphic sex
Recced because: I keep saying that fandom needs to be fired for not producing more Tegan/Turlough fic, and this story is my Exhibit A for why the pairing works. The characterization is spot-on, from the snappy dialogue to the perfectly captured mannerisms. Tegan's observations of Turlough, his analysis of her, their reactions to each other all meld into a snarky, bittersweet piece made all the better by the inescapable conclusion. Also: hot like burning.
“It’s funny,” Tegan said, drawing her knees up to her chest. “I don’t miss much about Earth. I thought I would–hamburgers and movies and rock and roll–but I really don’t. Being out here, traveling through time and space with you and the Doctor. Can’t beat that.”
“You missed the third Star Wars film,” he noted casually.
“I never was much for sci-fi, actually,” she pointed out.
There was a pause as she realized quite what she’d said. Turlough had frozen up too, waiting for her to catch herself. Shaking her head at her contradictions, she burst into laughter and he joined her. It felt good, sitting on a hill overlooking some alien world, laughing with someone she considered a friend. Sure, she was laughing at her own expense, but sometimes that was the best sort of laughter.
