Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1781
Author's summary: "The Doctor, despite how he shows off, can’t do quite everything, you know." The TARDIS is hiding some secrets.
Warnings: Sureality. Lovely, lovely sureality.
Recced because: Crazy, surreal, beautiful femmeslash where Martha wanders into an unfamiliar part of the TARDIS and meets one of the ghosts in the machine. The prose is very dreamlike and it might all be a dream after all or a dream of a memory—and if someone is dreaming it, who is? The Doctor? The TARDIS? Martha? There's no definite answer to any of it, just a bit of birdsong, and that's all the better. I've only recently discovered this fic but I already know it'll be one I'll be coming back to again and again.