Author: Daystar Searcher
Word Count: 4643
Author's Summary: Josie meets the Doctor for the first time.
Characters/Pairings: Third Doctor (Inferno-verse), Josephine Grant (Inferno-verse)
Warnings: References to violence and sexual assault.
Recc'ed Because: This is a pre-quel story in the author's Inferno-Verse series. The second story, Two Birds in a Cage, is still a WIP, but this story give you an idea of the setting and the tone (which is magnified & more forefront in the WIP as well, so do heed warnings if you continue). It is a canon AU that takes place in the evil world the Doctor visited in the serial "Inferno", where Three is a prisoner of the fascist British government, kept deep underground and forced to build weapons for the regime, held under lock and key by evil versions of Liz Shaw and the Brigadier. This is a vignette from Josie Grant's point of view, as her privileged life has come to a horrific stop for the crime of standing up for the wrong people and losing the protection of her family. It's unflinching and dark, but also hopeful too. It deals frankly with the brutality of authoritarian states in a way that couldn't be done on a kid's show.
With all the sprawling storylines and James Bond trappings in canon, Three can be a difficult incarnation to get a grasp on for those of us who started out on the new series. Daystar Searcher has no such troubles. I think that even though it's AU, it's also a brilliant if bleak character study; what better way to learn who this Doctor really is than by taking away everything else? And here, trapped and hopeless, he's still himself, still that scientifically gruff but protective mode of his personality, with the universal characteristics we all know across his incarnations.
Though I am dearly hoping the author eventually finishes Two Birds in a Cage, this prequel makes me reluctant to re-read it, and set in stone whatever unremembered fate befalls Josie Grant.
They were just . . . dumping her here like a piece of garbage. Like she wasn’t even enough of a person for them to want to humiliate her, to watch her being–
Just a thing, to be delivered.
Josie pushed herself up. The cell was cluttered with terribly complicated looking equipment, but no lights flashed or processors hummed–it all looked abandoned, forgotten. Bits and pieces were flung across the floor, smashed and shattered; other remnants hulked on the counters like desecrated towers. There was an acrid smell in the air; something black lay congealed in a crucible. Her hands had come up from the floor covered in dust.
"Who are you?"
Josie jumped and squeaked; the man had been so still she hadn’t seen him until he spoke. He was sitting in the shadows off to her left, his knees drawn up to under his chin. A spider in the darkness.