Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 8174
Author's Summary: A life can't be summed in a few tiny moments, but it can, possibly, be understood. Elizabeth Shaw through the years. (Crossover with the P.R.O.B.E. series, but no prior knowledge of it is required.)
Characters/Pairings: Liz Shaw/original character, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, Three, Patricia Haggard (from the P.R.O.B.E series), Ten, Sarah Jane Smith, Clyde Langer.
Recced because: I have to agree with the author's summary here. This fic is a collection of evocative moments - some happy, some quiet, some dark - from four different phases of Liz's life. Pulling together several strands of her story, Brunhilde shows Liz's growth, through all the new challenges she seeks and through her connections with some new and some old (some older than others) friends. This isn't the total of Liz's life, but it's a wonderfully clear and thoughtful insight into it.
It's freezing cold outside and she is struck again by the incongruity of her clothing in the middle of the countryside. Her breath condenses in to tiny white clouds as she exhales. The road opposite winds in to nothing either way, trees only visible as blackness where they block out the stars. Looking up, she can see an infinity of stars, pinpricks bright against deepest black: constellations so familiar she could draw them from memory.
The darkness doesn't frighten her any more.
"I thought I might find you out here, Miss Shaw."
She jumps, just a little. The Brigadier appears to be adept at sneaking up on people. "Where else," she says wryly. "I just wanted some air."
"The Doctor stopped talking about ten minutes ago. Haven't got a word out of him since."
"He's been a little distant today." She hasn't taken her eyes off the stars. "He hates being stuck here."
"As he hasn't failed to remind me a hundred times over."
Her laugh mingles with the crisp air and fades in to the darkness, and they stand together in silence, Liz's eyes on the sky and the Brigadier's on the undulating shadows in the fields across the road.