Word Count: 58,450
Author's Summary: The barren planet Gossan holds a powerful secret, one that is somehow connected to River Song’s release from prison. Can River and the Eleventh Doctor defeat the Papal Mainframe, or will they become its prisoners for all eternity?
Characters/Pairings: Amy Pond/Rory Williams, Madame Kovarian, River Song/Eleventh Doctor, Other Doctors, OCs
Warnings: Explicit Sex, Explicit Violence, Swearing - Action/Adventure, Horror, Mystery, Romance
Recced because: Well, quite frankly, I urged EAWeek to get a Teaspoon account so I could REC THIS FIC, if that tells you anything. I'm not a shipper (or rather, my ships are slashy rarepair), so in general Doctor/River is not my ship. But this fiction is so flawless, it made me ship them - if only for this fiction alone! A gorgeous tale that has perfect characterisation and all the action and adventure you could ever ask for from a Doctor Who fic. It also gives us a bit of background into Doctor Song's early years, as well as some startling insights into The Doctor himself (both current and past). A fiction that goes from the beginning to the end of The Stormcage and takes on the Silence in a big way you just won't see anywhere else. The real question is - how could I not rec this fiction?
The Doctor was inspecting the bodies of the Silents. “They haven’t been dead very long,” he said. “It’s damp down here; the bodies will decompose quickly.”
“Less quickly than usual, though,” River said. “It’s cold here, and there aren’t the insects and bacteria that would help break the bodies down.” She looked again at the ceiling. “It took a while, but the hydrocyanic acid must’ve started dripping down here, maybe after a heavy rainfall, and gassed them to death.” She forced herself to scoot down and examine the nearest body. Using a knife taken from her belt, she cut a small piece of tissue from the alien’s head. The outer skin was more gray than white, the flesh blue and spongy in texture. When River studied it under her light, she could see it showed clear signs of necrosis. “I think they’ve been dead for a while.” She stood up, grimacing. “God, I hate Silents.”
“Why were they down here?” the Doctor said. “Why were they even on Gossan?”
“Does it have something to do with…?” River gestured with her arm, mouthing, “It.”
The Doctor took her meaning. “It must be,” he said. “I don’t believe in that much coincidence.”