wendymr (wendymr) wrote in calufrax,

Rec: The Witnesses

Hi! I'm wendymr, currently from snowy Canada (yes, still, even though it's almost April!) and I'll be your reccer for the week. I'll mostly be reccing stories from the Ninth and Tenth Doctor eras, with a variety of companions and settings, but I do have a couple of earlier/later era fics to round out the bunch. And I'm going to start off the week with an Eleventh Doctor era fic.

I hope you enjoy my recs this week; if you do, please leave a comment on Teaspoon for the author!

Story: The Witnesses
Author:  Aiffe
Rating: Teen
Word Count: Two chapters, 8365 words
Author's Summary: They can say he existed because they were there, if only in dreams. [Major spoilers for Cold Blood]
Characters/Pairings: Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Warnings: None

Recced because: I don't want to give away too much of the story, because it's so cleverly constructed that it deserves to be read without spoilers. But the basic set-up is this: post-Cold Blood, Amy works out that she's forgotten something, or someone, and begins to put together more details (without remembering), and asks the Doctor to tell her. Instead of telling her, he finds a way for her to remember Rory.

The descriptions in the story are vivid and very well-drawn, pulling the reader into the author's universe and Amy and the Doctor's dreams, and characterisation is absolutely spot-on. Bar a few Americanisms here and there, it's note-perfect. If this were filmed as an episode, I would be thrilled.

One excerpt, to show why you should read it:

Standing awkwardly, his hands in his pockets, was a man about her age. He was rather normal-looking, very much human, wearing clothes that wouldn’t look out of place walking down the street on Leadworth. He had short, light-brown hair and a strong profile which might have seemed more commanding, if not for his self-effacing body language and downcast eyes. “Hello Amy, Doctor,” he said, his tone somewhere between apologetic and resentful.

Amy stepped forward and looked him over up and down.

“Do I look familiar or something?” he asked.

“Never seen you before in my life,” Amy said, wide-eyed and astonished. “How did you know my name? Who are you?”

“I suppose I’m the Dream Lord,” he answered. “And I know lots of things about you. Well, pretty much everything, or that’s what I thought. I thought I knew that you could never forget me.”

I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I did!
Tags: author: aiffe, companion: amy, companion: rory, doctor:11, pairing:amy/rory, rating: teen, reccer: wendymr, type: het

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