Rating: All Ages/PG-13
Word Count: 82,126
Author's Summary: 'Missing adventure' style novel in which the Doctor refuses to save the world, Nyssa isn't turned into a monster or taken over by an alien intelligence, and Tegan is in several places at once.
Characters/Pairings: Fifth Doctor, Nyssa, Tegan
Warnings: None Given
Recced because: Yes, I've saved the tomes for the weekend :) Roseveare's novel is one of the older fics on the site, being archived in 2003. And if you printed it out, and bound it in paperback with a nifty MA cover, it would be indistinguishable from the better published Fifth Doctor Missing Adventure novels out there. This one has the advantage, though, of being entirely a labor of love :) Tight plotting, fantastic characterization and dialogue, all work together to bring to life a fully realized alien world, from the perspective of the Doctor and his companions who (of course) become embroiled in the politics of war and disease and cultural mysteries. Roseveare makes wonderful use of the timey-wimey aspect of the Whoniverse (a full four years or so before the invention of the term), and gives us a huge helping of action, plot twists, peril and drama. It's a long read but well worth it. Five stars.
To his surprise the woman threw down the gun, which hit the wet grass with a slapping sound, and slid down again herself, her back leaned against a tree. "What do I care?" she muttered. "I'm dead anyway. Fading away." She held out her hands in demonstration and with shock Luthen realised he could see straight through them if he looked hard, pick out individual blades on the grasslands floor beyond.
He knelt down in front of her, too horrified to pick up the gun again. The woman wasn't any danger to him. He touched one of her hands. It felt solid enough. She whipped both back out of his reach and folded her arms across her chest.
"What's happening to you?" he asked.
She glared as though he was personally responsible, and rapped, "None of your business, tin man!" She buried her head in her hands, and muffled a sob. "Oh, rabbits. I'm dead, the Doctor's dying, and Nyssa's going to be trapped here when your people invade." She raised her tearstained face to glare at him again. "I should have bloody well shot you. At least it would have made me feel better."