Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 5511
Author's Summary: The Doctor decides it is past time for a drink.
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (10th), Kaywinnit Lee Frye (from Firefly)
Recced because: I think one of the real pleasures to be gained from reading fanfiction is the satisfaction of a good crossover, one written with love and respect for both/all of the settings being crossed over. And this is a good crossover. Cards on the table: I really like Firefly and its spinoff film Serenity. I say that as a well-wisher but not particularly a fan-type-fan of Joss Whedon's other works (you know, imho Buffy really went downhill after she went to college). There's something about Firefly, the cast, the characters the slightly hokey Old-West-in-Spaaace setting that appeals deeply to me. It also seems like the perfect complement for Doctor Who in a crossover such as this one. We have the Tenth Doctor here, travelling the universe in his post-Journey's End self-imposed isolation, consumed by his own guilt and regret. It's easy for that sort of thing to slide into the patented Ten!angst, but here the author deftly avoids wallowing in that aspect of it and instead uses the crossover to comment upon the portrayal of Ten in that period of the show's run. One of the most attractive aspects of Firefly is the genuine, familial bond of affection between the motley spaceship crew, and here that is compared and contrasted with Ten's decision to travel alone and show how that isn't really the best thing for him. Plus the portrayal of the characters and their voices is fantastic. This is Ten at his best and Kaylee as likeable as she is on screen (the bit where she more or less instantly falls in love with the TARDIS is very true, and very nice indeed). So even if you're not familiar with the other half of the crossover, go and read this, I urge you, and say nice things to the author about it.
He walked the corridors at random, peering into one room after another, each failing to provide anything that could entice him from his stupor. Wandering through the wardrobe he thought that he really ought to change out of his now only slightly damp but still rather uncomfortable suit, but he couldn't be bothered to do so.
He wandered past one of the pools, into a sauna which dried him out a bit, and then through a steam room which promptly redampened his suit and hair, though he didn't really notice.
He soon found himself in another corridor, immediately opposite a plain wood door. There was a sign on it, uncoincidentally placed precisely at his own eye-level. It read, in neat block print, "Please knock!!!" and just below that was scribbled in pencil, "on penalty of death! This means you, you alien git!"
Time Lord memories are vivid. None of this fuzzy, half-remembered, soft-lit human stuff.