Story: Broken Koan
Rating: All Ages on the Teaspoon; to be honest, were it my story I would have rated it at least "Teen".
Word Count: 616
Author's Summary: Time can't heal that which it violates.
Characters/Pairings: The TARDIS
Warnings: Nothing explicit, but it touches on stuff (specifically, things being done to living beings against their will) that I would think could be quite triggering for some readers.
Recced because: I hope I'm not putting anybody off with the above warnings (as I say, one of the stories I plan to rec later in the week probably warrants them more), but I would hate to subject any of you to undue distress by reccing incautiously. The central theme of this short fic is indeed extremely distressing, perhaps especially in light of one of the stories in the last series of new Who.
I refer to "The Doctor's Wife", which for me was the standout story of Season 6 or whatever number we're assigning to it. I think the beauty of it was that it told us things that were on the face of it entirely new information, but which on reflection we Who fans had known for a very long time. We'd always known, surely, that the TARDIS was more than merely a machine and indeed that her (we knew she was "female" too, as ships are) relationship with the Doctor was more than that between vehicle and pilot. Yet we also knew that her nature was something bigger and stranger than could be easily comprehended by somebody who was not a Time Lord. These are certainly not new themes, I think, as far as fanfic is concerned. This piece, written long before S6 aired, does an excellent job of expanding on some of them and of portraying the TARDIS from her own point of view in a way that is simultaneously poetic, strange, endearing and, as the story moves on, heartwrenching. As I say, many of us Who fans have known for a long time on some level that the TARDIS is a living being, that she feels. Consider, then, the story "The Sound of Drums" and consider what the Master did to the TARDIS in that story... The author puts "horror" as one of the tags for this piece, and I think it's warranted, and not merely as a genre description.
So, as I say, read this with caution, but I hope that if you do read it you will...enjoy may not be the right word, but will appreciate the skill and artistry of the author, and the deep consideration and deep affection for the TARDIS and for Doctor Who that this story shows. If so, please leave a word or two to express your appreciation.
She sees in centuries. She hears in passing moments. She tastes the past, feels the future. She touches infinity.
She is always here, and never. She is always in motion, and motionless. She is circular, globular, a running river, a waterfall that roars skyward, a wind that emanates from everywhere, a creature of purpose without beginning or end.
She is a real myth, a mythic reality.
She is flight and falling, everything and nothing.
She is an Escher print.
She is the looking glass, she is its reflection.
She predates zen, but is a koan.
He loves Her, because of all the things She is.