Story: UNIT: Strange Weapons
Author: vvj5 a.k.a lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 36335
Author's Summary: April 1985: Good scientific advisors are hard to find. Dr Webber discovers why when he’s expected to deal with zombies, aliens and Torchwood on his second day and his only help is a tin dog and a ghost. Colonel Crichton and Sarah Jane are planning an exit strategy of sorts, Bambera is trying to keep her men from joining the opposing forces. They'll all be lucky to stay alive.
Characters/Pairings: K9, Sarah Jane Smith, Winifred Bambera, Colonel Crichton, UNIT, Torchwood, OCs
Warnings: lost_spook isn't really that type of author :)
Recced because: Recced firstly because when I first read it I more or less immediately thought "if I ever rec on Calufrax, this is definitely going on my list!", and secondly because I think more people should read it and then go on to read the "80s UNIT" series of which it is part and allow themselves to be drawn into and captivated by it the way I have been. This isn't actually the first story in the series, although it is the first to feature our soon-to-be heroes Nat and Tilly. Some people are understandably wary of fanfic heavily featuring OCs, but I think these OCs and this story and its sequels more than justify the author's decision to use them. They're lovely, they are. :D And as you can see from the summary above, there are plenty of "canon" Who characters getting in on the act (K9 is brilliant in this, and you can never have too many fics featuring Bambera, I say), not least Colonel Crichton from The Five Doctors (briefly), who here goes from walk-on obscurity to a certain quiet, noble British heroism that would do the Brig himself proud. And plus you get to find out just what UNIT was up to between Seeds of Doom and Battlefield and learn all about their ongoing struggle with the dastardly men in grey suits from the Torchwood Institute. I could go on gushing for another few paragraphs, but suffice to say, read this. And then read all of the sequels. Yes, all of them.
“Leonards,” said Dr Webber. “What happened to the last scientist you had here?”
Corporal Leonards dropped off the last box of items. “Oh, what, Professor Arnolds? He died a few weeks back, sir.”
“Oh, good,” he returned. “That’s encouraging. What of?”
The soldier grinned. “Heart attack in the lab. He was seventy-one and didn’t he just have a temper, sir. Probably what did for him in the end.”
“Right,” said Webber. “And you lot weren’t taking bets on how long I’d last this morning were you, before all this took off?”
Leonards paused for a moment and then said, “Can’t imagine what you mean, sir.”