Word count: 668
Author's summary: She lets her in, makes her tea, and finds some gin to lace it with, without a word.
Characters/pairings: Iris Wildthyme/Izzy Sinclair
Recced because: This is a beautiful Iris piece, which is enough to make it noteworthy. What's really unusual about Silence, however, is that it isn't comedy. Iris Wildthyme, the most irrepressible character ever to drive a double-decker bus and hit on every incarnation of the Doctor ever to cross her path, is pretty much made for comedy. That's what makes this fic so heart-stopping: We never expected to see Iris like this, and we never wanted to see Iris like this. Because this is Iris immediately after the Doctor has pressed the switch, and there aren't many fics out there that can make the Time War this interesting to me, or so real. Add to that a beautifully rendered Iris/Izzy relationship, and you've got a winner.
She’s met Iris several times over the years, in several different incarnations and one thing she never is, is quiet. Brash, vivacious, obnoxious, joyous, affectionate, just plain loud, could all have been used to describe Iris in the past. Yet the woman sitting hunched at Izzy’s kitchen table, muted and lost is definitely Iris. She almost hadn’t recognised the older woman so different had she seemed standing on her doorstep. Below the faded platinum hair and haunted eyes, she hears the truth of the words — in her dreams for weeks before Gallifrey has burned. She lets her in, makes her tea, and finds some gin to lace it with, without a word.
(There was a war. Daleks. Everybody lost.)
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