October 4th, 2010

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Rec: The Witnesses by Aiffe

Well, everyone, this is it for me. I hope you enjoyed my recs! I didn't get to any Classic Who, but as of tonight's story, I have hit all three New Who Doctors and all of the New Who companions, so I feel it was still a fairly even spread. See you next time!

Story: The Witnesses
Author: Aiffe
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 8400
Author's Summary: They can say he existed because they were there, if only in dreams. [Major spoilers for Cold Blood]
Characters/Pairings: Eleven, Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Warnings: None.

Recced because: One of the perks of being in a fandom while a show is airing (something I rarely am privy to) is reading the things people write between episodes. This was written right after "Cold Blood" aired, and shows one way that Eleven could have solved that particular problem. It is sometimes funny, sometimes thoughtful and wise, and sometimes heartbreakingly sad. In other words: it is beautifully, perfectly Doctor Who. Enjoy!

I Am Zagreus

Hello, I'm Clocketpatch and I'll be you're reccer for the week. Please forgive the abundance of Eleven era fic – the boy in the bowtie has kind of stolen my fandom heart. Since it’s a Monday I’m making my first rec nice and short…

Story: I Am Zagreus
Author: infiniteviking
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 203
Author's Summary: The title character, in rhyme, from his own fragmented POV. Highly subjective; 200 words.
Characters/Pairings: Eight, the TARDIS
Warnings: None

Recced because:

The author gives no warnings, but I'm going to – don't read this before you go to sleep.

This reworking of the Zagreus rhyme preserves the creepy sing-song patter of the original; It probably will make very little sense to someone who hasn't listened to the relevant audios, but I think that creepiness makes it worth a read anyway. The themes of possession and darkness are easily recognisable, whether you know the characters or not, especially given the Doctor's recent tangles with his dark side in series 5. The last skilfully twisted stanza leaves a lingering chill long after you've finished.