Story: As The World Falls Down
Word Count: 23,356
Author's Summary: Rose Tyler rarely speaks. She is invisible. One day, she decides to take a walk down a tree-lined road to meet the madman that lives at the other end.
Characters/Pairings: Jackie Tyler, K-9, Rose Tyler, The Doctor (9th)
Warnings: Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Drama, General, Mystery
Recced because: Ahhh, this is what I consider one of the best kinds of Doctor Who fic. A fairytale (if you will) within a fairytale. It feels like a whole 'nother world, even as it is very much a Doctor Who fiction. This author has such phenomenal characterization, she can place these characters in any situation and keep it all in balance (and she has done so several times) and yet, you never feel as if you are out of place. Her grasp of the intricacies of the characters, the wonderfully vivid settings and the pacing of her plots makes all of her fiction worth a read. But this is one that sits very close to my heart and sits at the top of my favorites. I certainly hope you enjoy it as much as I have. Oh! And don't let the wordcount daunt you. Before you know it, the fiction is over and you are left blinking, wishing it could have gone on forever...
They made a fair living taking in the washing and mending for the other villagers. London was a small village; mostly mud, clumps of shattered concrete and the ruins of buildings destroyed in the Great Cataclysm, but it was getting bigger every day, as people came out of hiding in the countryside to return to what had once been the major cities of the Earth. Rose was not all that enthused at the prospect of more neighbors. It would mean more work to do, and more people to regard her as in some way lacking. If they regarded her at all.
“Look at this,” Jackie said as she opened one of her bundles. “I’m not sure what Mrs. Lamson thinks I can do to fix this, but I’m not a bloody miracle worker.” She shook out a slightly charred blouse made of nubby homespun flannel. “’Grease spot’ my aunt’s fanny. She used this to put out a grease fire, more like.”
“What sort of madman?” Rose asked, setting her bundle down on the cracked tile floor.
Jackie was so startled by Rose’s pronunciation of a whole sentence she dropped the shirt she was holding. “How’s that?”
“The madman at the end of the road,” Rose said. “What’s mad about him?”
Jackie shrugged and went back to her work. “Everything.”
That was her mother’s way of saying she had no idea. Rose just nodded in agreement and went back to her own bundle, choosing as was her usual custom to keep the remainder of her thoughts to herself, where they couldn’t get trampled. Jackie changed the subject back to Mrs. Lamson’s carelessness with cooking fires and Rose nodded at all the right times, her mind fixed on the fog-shrouded road and the madman at the end of it.
Be sure to stop and tell her how much she rocks!