Story: This Penguin For Hire
Word Count: 3985
Author's Summary: When it comes to political espionage, Frobisher is really not your man.
Characters/Pairings: Frobisher, Six/Ainley!Master
Recced because: I'm not all that fond of first person fanfic, in general, but I am a sucker for the first person narrative of Frobisher, the shape-shifting, wise-talking detective penguin companion. And boy is it well done here: hilarious and in character. The Doctor is on similarly good form, fussing about problems with time and Frobisher getting his noble brow right. Meanwhile the Master is around and up to his old tricks, and there are many comedy misunderstandings as he meets Frobisher, then disguised as Six. Three great characters, very well represented, between whom the dialogue crackles, as you would expect in your Film Noir... pastiche. Very funny, very easy to read, and (particularly given that it was written for the prompt 'Six/Ainley/Frobisher: M-PREG') very clever.
(NB. The story contains no actual m-preg, but you should know that to fully appreciate the finer plot developments).
Excerpt: Some guys love complicated plans. Double crosses, triple crosses, the more elaborate the better. Me, I like my plans how I like my fish, simple and raw, and still wriggling. Maybe not that last part. But the point is, after all these years on the mean streets of the universe, I've seen enough elaborate schemes fall apart when the players forgot what was going on to know that straight forward is best. So when I tell you I went around looking like a clown, pretending to be a robot who was pretending to be a politician who was pretending to start a revolution, you can bet your last greasy mazuma it wasn't my idea. No, when I got shot at and molested and then forced to eat the last heir of "King Marfle", who wasn't actually a king, or even named Marfle, that was all the Doctor's fault.