January 21st, 2009

DW blue TARDIS

Rec: How Very 1920s

Story: How Very 1920s
Author: Paranoid Seat/purple_bug
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 3,138
Author's Summary: The Doctor dances with an old friend, while Charley dances with a new one.
Characters/Pairings: Two/Jamie, Eight/Jamie, Charley/Zoe
Warnings: None

Recced because: This is a delightfully sweet little story in which Eight, Charley, Two, Jamie, and Zoe all end up at a formal dance, and Zoe decides to play matchmaker for Two and Jamie as well as herself. It's a simple and well-trod premise, perfectly executed here with sparkling dialogue and those little touches that make each character seem fully realized. Be sure to follow the link at the end to the recently posted (and more adult) epilogue, which includes Eight/Charley/Zoe and is every bit as wonderful.
the happiness patrol, painting the TARDIS pink
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REC: One Track Mind

These are the recommendations of the Calufrax reccer Biichan. My week-long mission is to explore strange new genres, to seek out new authors and new pairings, and to boldly rec where I have not recced before.

Story: One Track Mind
Author: Doctor Tam
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1698
Author's summary: The Doctor tells Rose his life story. Or something. “Twenty-nine!? Jeez, Mickey was right, you’re some sort of womanizer or something!”
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Rose
Warnings: Don't read while drinking fluids

Recced because: There exists a certain subgenre of New Who fanfiction in which the Ninth or Tenth Doctor explains his past unprompted to Rose (or Martha or Donna, but usually Rose for some reason), despite the fact that canonically he never seems to explain anything about himself without being bullied into it. (See: Martha Jones in Gridlock.) This is generally used as a way to create a greater emotional intimacy between the Doctor and his companion.

This fic takes that very subgenre and skewers it brilliantly. Oh yes, the Doctor confesses. He confesses it all and Rose isn't particularly reassured by anything she hears. But it's done with so much love and affection along with the snark that one can't help but grin.

“So, how many have there been?”

The Doctor sighs, devoutly glad that Mickey has gone off to find a room. His tendency to misinterpret Sarah Jane as an old girlfriend would be increasingly irritating in a conversation about all his friends. At least Rose understands that you can love someone without being in love with them. Hopefully. Actually, it’s possible that she’s fuzzy on the concept, and that’s what’s causing this trouble.

“Well? If you don’t want to answer–“

Oh, yeah, the question. The Doctor calculates in his head, running up against some problems: does he include the Brigadier? Do Katarina and Sara Kingdom count? What about K9 and Kamelion? Eventually he sorts it out: “29. I think. Roughly.”