Author: Lydia Hunter
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 4,242
Author's Summary: The Doctor encounters an old companion who prefers to leave his past where it belongs.
Characters/Pairings: Ian, Peri, Six
Warnings: none
Recced because: The Doctor takes Ian for one last ride in the TARDIS. Never mind that Ian doesn't want one last ride in the TARDIS.
Backwards Traveller does such a beautiful job of showing what home has come to mean for Ian. I love fics that put a companion who's left and made his or her life next to a companion who's still aboard the TARDIS, still unfixed, because the contrast always seems to make them both seem more real. And everybody's so entirely, marvelously themselves here, especially the Doctor.
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<b>Story:</b> <a href="http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=6352">Backwards Traveller</a>
<b>Author:</b> <a href="http://www.whofic.com/viewuser.php?uid=62">Lydia Hunter</a>
<b>Rating:</b> All Ages
<b>Word Count:</b> 4,242
<b>Author's Summary:</b> The Doctor encounters an old companion who prefers to leave his past where it belongs.
<b>Characters/Pairings:</b> Ian, Peri, Six
<b>Warnings:</b> none
<b>Recced because:</b> The Doctor takes Ian for one last ride in the TARDIS. Never mind that Ian doesn't <i>want</i> one last ride in the TARDIS.
<i>Backwards Traveller</i> does such a beautiful job of showing what <i>home</i> has come to mean for Ian. I love fics that put a companion who's left and made his or her life next to a companion who's still aboard the TARDIS, still unfixed, because the contrast always seems to make them both seem more real. And everybody's so entirely, marvelously themselves here, especially the Doctor.
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<blockquote?"Look, what <i>is</i> this?" [Ian] demanded angrily. "Some sort of elaborate fan thing? I’ve heard of this kind of obsessive behaviour, but I didn’t think my books were popular enough to engender it. You’re not the Doctor, so would you mind telling me who the hell you are and precisely what you think you’re doing? Kidnapping is against the law in every civilised country on Earth, and — oh, my God! What are you doing?"
The clear column in the centre of the console, the thing he’d long ago been told was properly called a time rotor, began to move up and down. Ian moved slowly backwards until his back was against the cool white wall, his eyes full of anger and fear. His hands felt the once well known shape of the roundels cut into the surface, and he found himself in the grip of a horrifyingly convincing kind of déjà vu.</blockquote></lj-cut>
<b>Author:</b> <a href="http://www.whofic.com/viewuser.php?uid=62">Lydia Hunter</a>
<b>Rating:</b> All Ages
<b>Word Count:</b> 4,242
<b>Author's Summary:</b> The Doctor encounters an old companion who prefers to leave his past where it belongs.
<b>Characters/Pairings:</b> Ian, Peri, Six
<b>Warnings:</b> none
<b>Recced because:</b> The Doctor takes Ian for one last ride in the TARDIS. Never mind that Ian doesn't <i>want</i> one last ride in the TARDIS.
<i>Backwards Traveller</i> does such a beautiful job of showing what <i>home</i> has come to mean for Ian. I love fics that put a companion who's left and made his or her life next to a companion who's still aboard the TARDIS, still unfixed, because the contrast always seems to make them both seem more real. And everybody's so entirely, marvelously themselves here, especially the Doctor.
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<blockquote?"Look, what <i>is</i> this?" [Ian] demanded angrily. "Some sort of elaborate fan thing? I’ve heard of this kind of obsessive behaviour, but I didn’t think my books were popular enough to engender it. You’re not the Doctor, so would you mind telling me who the hell you are and precisely what you think you’re doing? Kidnapping is against the law in every civilised country on Earth, and — oh, my God! What are you doing?"
The clear column in the centre of the console, the thing he’d long ago been told was properly called a time rotor, began to move up and down. Ian moved slowly backwards until his back was against the cool white wall, his eyes full of anger and fear. His hands felt the once well known shape of the roundels cut into the surface, and he found himself in the grip of a horrifyingly convincing kind of déjà vu.</blockquote></lj-cut>
