Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1,396
Author's Summary: The trees have roots everywhere.
Characters/Pairings: the Doctor (9th), the Doctor (10th), Rose Tyler, Sarah Jane Smith, Jo Grant, Jabe, the TARDIS
Recced because: This is exactly the sort of thing I like to see in fanfic. It takes a relatively minor character who appeared in a single, if somewhat pivotal, story and opens that character up to explore all sorts of unexpected facets and directions. It brings in bits of lore and characters from all over the universe of Doctor Who and mixes them seamlessly with the not-canon-but-ought-to-be speculations of the author's own imagination. And then it brings in a neat time paradox, yet another sideways look from this author (who has produced many such sideways looks) at the nature of the TARDIS and finishes on a killer image and concept that will stay with you long after you've finished reading. In other words, this is the good stuff.
Jabe was already a fascinating character to my way of thinking, but this fic succeeds in making her even more so by emphasising her non-human nature and suggesting some very interesting takes on the society she comes from and speculates on the possible motivations for the actions we see from her in the televised story. Most of all, however, this story has this particular author's stamp all over it. It's not just what it tells, but the way it's told with great use of evocative language, vivid imagery and nice prose stylings.
This is an author I've been following for several years now, and whose work I will always recommend for all of the reasons outlined here. You know you're onto a sure thing when you click on the link to one of her stories. Don't believe me? There's the link right there. You know what to do...
Imagine a forest.
The soil is black and deep. The sun is yellow and high in the brilliant azure sky. You can't see the soil though, or the sun, because the ground is covered in roots and moss and ferns and discarded leaves. And the canopy of the forest, that's thick and green. It's full of flowers, lianas, and thin branch ends quivering in the breeze.
You can smell the hidden soil. Thick and black and moist and earthy and good. You can feel the warmth of the sun and admire the way its light dapples downward. This isn't a dark forest. This is a bright, living, growing, silent place.
There are no men here. No animals. No insects or birds.
Imagine a rhetorical question.
Or a philosophical one.