Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 5453
Author's Summary: Dex Tyler is three years old, and life is good. And then, one day, with absolutely no warning whatsoever (if Dex Tyler is to be believed), it isn’t. A one-shot in the Crossroads series, though can be read very well on its own.
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Ianto Jones, Sarah Jane Smith, Martha Jones, Original Companion
Recced because: This is a story told from the point of view of Dex Tyler, three-year-old son of the Tenth Doctor and Rose Tyler. It's part of a larger set of stories but it can be read as a stand-alone, as no prior knowledge of the series is needed. What I love about this fic is how deftly the tale is told, with a strong respect for how seriously children take the world around them. Although filled with moments that are fluffy and warmly humorous, the fic manages to create an underlying and realistic tension, and it explores some very deep themes about loneliness and the meaning of family. As for Dex himself, he is an utterly charming original character who deserves to have his own series someday.
He lived in a TARDIS which took him almost anywhere. He had a room all to himself, with paper pictures of pterodactyls pasted on the walls, and when the lights were out, just before he fell asleep, the ceiling showed him pterodactyls flying overhead.
Dex named them Myfanwy, Trelawney, and Hank. Mum said they were very good names for pterodactyls. Dad just sighed and said that Dex wasn’t allowed to go back to Torchwood until he was twenty-seven.