September 4th, 2012

Master

rec: A Tale of Suspension: Lonely in the Dark

Rec number two, typed up the evening before tomorrow because, well.. I have time to spare which I may not have tomorrow - and I have no time machine, sadly.

Story: A Tale of Suspension: Lonely in the Dark
Author: PhoenixDragon
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 26671
Author's Summary: That is after all, what one did while in distress - put out a call, see if anyone in the whole wide universe will answer. Just to see (if on mere chance) an answer would be forthcoming. Either way - when one was in dire straits (distress) one would be happy to see anyone - anyone at all, right? Turns out that assumption is incorrect.
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, The Doctor (11th), The TARDIS
Warnings: Swearing

Recced because: No, this is not just me returning the favour because PhoenixDragon recced me for no good reason ;D.
I've always wondered what the dynamics between Eleven and Jack would be like. The Doctor is so different from his previous two regenerations, after all - not in the least in his relationships with humans and his emotions are so different. I suppose, because it is not canon that these two meet, that gives us writers a myriad of possibilities in which these two could bump into each other and I have read plenty. This story, though, was specifically captivating to me. (Plus, well, I'm finally getting round to watching Classic!Who and this has references to earlier regenerations.)
What better way to bump these two together and test them, after all, than by accident and with confusion and crossed-wires? It is really a getting-to-know-each-other all over again and yet it really, really isn't. Both men have changed and that makes it sort of a fresh start - but on the other hand they have quite a past together full of unsaid things and whatnot.
I also love PhoenixDragon's choice of wording. Perhaps this is just because English is not my native language and yet a language I love passionately, but reading the way in which she writes things is like eating my way through a plate of tiny wonderful cakes with each a filling better than the other. (Bad, bad metaphor, but I'm sure you get the gist of what I'm getting at. It is late and it is my bedtime and I may be feeling a little bit lyrical.) The characters do not only speak, but the focalisation (if you forgive me for using such a technical term) is exquisit and subtle and yet pervasive. It really draws you in.
A wonderful painting of how deep their relationship really stretches.


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