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Rec: Beacon by Averita
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ffutures.livejournal.comStory: 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 -
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 -
