Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 301
Author's Summary: The Doctor is not alone. Romana is alive. That does not equal instant happiness.
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (10th)/Romana (author-created?)
Recced because: Yesterday we had a Doctor-Romana fic that imagined what might have happened if the Doctor and Romana had tried to fight fate back in those long-ago classic series days, to decide that they were going to try and keep running together forever. And as a fan of these characters and their "thing" together, this warmed the cockles of my heart. The thing is, of course, that nothing is forever, probably not even for Time Lords.
And I think we fans are often guilty - well, maybe "guilty" is too judgmental a term - have the tendency, anyway, to want our cake and eat it too. I think just about all of us know from real life, or will learn one day at any rate, that things don't go on forever, and things like friendships and relationships don't always last, and things don't always turn out the way we'd like them to. And fan fic, as with professionally produced media, can be a refuge from that reality - and there's nothing wrong with escapism, whatsoever - but other fic, as with this triple drabble which sees the Doctor and Romana reunited, eventually after the Time War, stares that reality in the face. There's an argument, or several, that however much some of us fans would love it, having Romana showing up unannounced in the new series might not turn out actually to be a good idea on any of a number of levels. But exploring such possibilities is the prerogative of the fic-writer, and I think this particular reunion is one that just about every fic writer who's a Doctor/Romana fan has at least considered. There's perhaps a tendency, though - and I know I've been guilty of it myself - to gloss over the fact that such a reunion, considering all that must have gone before, would be anything but easy or guaranteed of success. And this fic, even if ultimately heart(s)-warming, as well as being very well written, doesn't shy away from that fact.
This is another author who I don't believe has been recced on Calufrax before, and who as far as I can see hasn't posted any new fic in a few years. Who knows, perhaps a few reviews will inspire them to have another go? I hope so. So, go and read, and leave some words of encouragement.
She wanted to remember laughter. He wanted to forget himself. They sat through the play one row and four seats away from each other. She was still shocked by coarse language. He was still inordinately fond of puppets. They both laughed until they cried.