Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2349
Author's Summary: Compassion comes to terms with existence as a sentient TARDIS. Set immediately after Shadows of Avalon.
Characters/Pairings: Compassion, Eight
Recced because: There isn't much you need to know about Compassion in this story, beyond what the summary says, and what is hinted in the texts, to appreciate and enjoy it. The ideas of change, confusion, companionship, and the physical, mechanistic basics of desire weighed against the individual, rational mind-- well, those are universal to any good love story, aren't they? That it's played out over the course of a day or so, through a few conversations, connections or lack thereof, between a Time Lord whose short his old Type 40, and a being who's just recently transformed from a human girl into a sentient prototype TARDIS, just means that I get to recc it in a Doctor Who fanfic forum. I love any story that explores the symbiosis between Time Lord and TARDIS, and I love stories that explore the augmentation of the human, and the universal characteristics that remain or change. The characters are well-drawn, and the author uses first person narrative to very good effect in telling the story, letting us have a glimpse into Compassion's strange new existence and her conflict in seeing her old friend the Doctor in a new light.
He can hear the thunderous clatter of the bookshelf falling over in the study and I wait sulkily for him to say that throwing a tantrum won’t help. But he doesn’t. He’s thinking it — I know he is — but all he does is offer, “So it’s difficult to articulate. Would you prefer I use the telepathic circuit?”
Yes, exults the treacherous part of me that craves his communion. “No!” I declare adamantly over the speaker.
He snatches his hands away from my console, stuffs them into his pockets and takes a step back. His eyes rove around the room, not quite sure where to settle to address me properly. His discomfiture suits me just fine. The urge to comfort him is still there but I can ignore it for now.
Still, there is a long pause — I count the milliseconds — before I manage, awkwardly, “I’ve never felt like this before.”
The Doctor settles for focusing on the time rotor. “I daresay no one’s ever felt like this before,” he replies. “You’re the first of your kind, after all. There’s no point of reference–”
“Stop it, you idiot. I don’t mean I’ve never felt like this, I mean I’ve never felt like this."