Story: Collected Ficlets
Rating: All Ages through Adult (each ficlet rated separately)
Word Count: 11,828 (most ficlets are under 500 words)
Author's Summary: What it says on the tin - a collection spot for drabbles and ficlets of ~1000 words or less.
Characters/Pairings: Nyssa/Tegan, Jack/Susan, Rose/Adam, Rose/Jabe, Sarah Jane/Benton, Sarah Jane/Benton/Harry, Benton/Yates, Benton/Jo, Harry/Benton, Barbara/Susan, Master/Brigadier, Master/Jo, Third Doctor/Jo, Romana/Duggan, Rose/Nancy, Tenth Doctor/Jo, Tenth Doctor/Martha, Seventh Doctor/Rose, Rose/altverse!Suzie, Rose/altverse!Sarah Jane, Rose/Benton, Jack/Ace, Martha/Harry, Martha/Sarah Jane, Ace/Hex, Fifth Doctor/Nyssa
Recced because: These are simply amazing. They just might be my favorite thing in all of Who fan fiction, and I don't say that lightly. I don't know how she does it, but livii manages to pack so much into these little stories. Entire worlds and relationships and so much emotion in tiny snapshots. And I really think there is something for everyone here. Whatever pairings or characters you prefer, whether you enjoy angst or humor or action, it's all there. And the best part is, it looks like she is going to continue to update the masterlist as she writes more of these ficlets, so bookmark this page, people!
(PS. As an added bonus, Benton stars in a number of the stories and she writes him fabulously.)
She ends up in a small town investigating local disturbances that turn out to be an alien that eats cars, and quite literally runs into Benton, dear Benton, after all this time.
"Miss Smith," he says, giving her his handkerchief so she can brush herself off, ever the gentleman soldier, even when wearing a slightly tacky polyester suit and hustling for commissions.
"Are you undercover?" she asks, a flicker of excitement building, and she blushes hard when his face falls a little bit, explanations of poor pensions and sick sisters falling in a rush from his lips.
"I'm very good at this, though," he says proudly. "Would you like to see one of our latest arrivals?"
Sarah laughs, feeling lighter and freer than she has in ages. "No, but I can use your military training," she whispers, and they're off together, plotting and fighting like old times, and when she reaches out at one point and takes his hand he's a little startled, but doesn't protest, merely wrapping his fingers around hers.