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Story: Beacon
Author: Averita
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 1607
Characters: Clyde Langer, Donna Noble, Jack Harkness, Jack Harkness, Luke Smith, Martha Jones, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, Rani Chandra, Sarah Jane Smith, Sarah Jane Smith, Sky, The Doctor (10th), Wilfred Mott
Author's Summary: The whole world watched the mysterious man pick up the torch. Only a few recognized him. (Olympics fic based on the events of Fear Her.)
Warnings: None
Recced because: I'm one of many thousands who signed the petition asking for the Olympic opening ceremony to include the tenth Doctor lighting the flame. This story uses the event as seen in Fear Her, and shows the reaction of former Companions and friends.

It was good to be back on Earth. Good to be back in Britain, even, though he didn't think he'd be returning to Cardiff anytime soon. America was a nice enough place but Gwen had fled as soon as she was able, and he was sick of saying goodbyes.

So now, Wales. It was a quiet life these days. He liked that. Gwen and Rhys were nearby (though not too near; Rhys had squashed the roommate idea rather quickly), and their daughter was growing up fast. She'd never call him Uncle Jack, he'd make sure of that, but he was starting to be okay with just being Jack again.

He worked at a little pub down the street, pouring drinks and flirting with the customers, nothing to do with aliens. He was self-aware enough to know that it wouldn't last long - he'd get bored, and God only knew he was too big a masochist to play it safe. Still. For now, it was nice.

It was also louder than usual. The place was packed, rowdy teenagers ordering drink after drink, men and women shouting over each other to make themselves heard. Everyone seemed to be looking towards the television, but Jack was sure that none of them actually knew what was happening. These people didn't need much of an excuse to get pissed and make noise, but the Olympics gave them one, and they were taking advantage. Nothing particularly exciting was even happening right now, just the torch and the crowds -

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Story: We'll Find a New Equation
Author: averita
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2140
Author's Summary: Luke's third night here, she'd woken at half two in the morning to the sound of quiet footsteps on creaking stairs; her sonic lipstick was in her hand and she was halfway out of bed before she remembered.
Characters/Pairings: Sarah Jane Smith, Luke Smith, Maria Jackson

Recced because: So, I was debating between three different stories for my second-to-last rec, when suddenly this one popped up on my radar. And holy crap, if it wasn't the cutest freaking thing ever.

I think we can all agree, based completely on empirical evidence, that the Smiths are the most adorable family on television. But they don't win that distinction by being all good times and fair sailing. This story perfectly captures the family atmosphere in early SJA--Luke: hesitant and uncertain about what's okay to do, clearly looking up to Sarah Jane as his savior but not certain how to relate to her; Sarah Jane: torn between her affection for him and her deeply-ingrained reserve, wanting to do her best for him but terrified that she can't. And Maria is fierce and uncompromising in best Maria fashion, calling out Sarah Jane on just how ready she is to find an excuse to believe that she can't be a good mother, to run away from connections to other people, with all that attendant responsibility and vulnerability.

All in all, a great snapshot of early SJA, keeping true to the tone of the show but with more room for detailed emotional exploration. And with just the right blend of heartache and heartwarming.


It's been two weeks, two awkward, stilted weeks that have gone by like a dream. Everything's done and dusted - papers forged to perfection and signed, the spare room decorated and closet filled with clothes that Maria has assured them both will help Luke fit in with other kids their age. She's kept Luke occupied most of the time, exploring the town (Sarah Jane forgets, sometimes, that she's in a new environment too) and gently teasing him, teaching him things that he won't learn at school or at home. Their home, Sarah Jane thinks, and grips the edge of the table.


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