Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1,776
Author's Summary: There is a townhouse with an attractive blue door that no one lives behind.
Characters/Pairings: Other Character(s), The Doctor (12th)
Recced because: I think one of the things that I enjoy most about Doctor Who fiction, both official and fanmade, is when it takes a look at the trail the Doctor and his companions leave behind in the universe, the traces and hints and anomalies that arise from travel in space and time. I find myself quite partial to stories exploring the way in which the rest of the people who live in that universe can go through their lives blissfully unaware of the strange and wonderful and terrifying things that are going on all around them, all of the time. If they're very (un)lucky.
And this is a fic that explores some of that ground in what I hope you'll agree is really a rather wonderful way. It looks at some of the houses of Who, left behind when the adventures or adventurers who once called them home have long passed by. It deals with this subject matter in a nicely understated and oblique manner, dropping hints and suggestions rather than stating things outright, very much from the point of view of the ordinary people for whom the Doctor and his adventures remain nothing more than a ghost, a legend or a rumour. It also hints at the way the Doctor himself occasionally finds time and space passing him by, made if anything all the more painful for him by the way he can actually go back and experience the past, while at the same time being bound by laws and rules which prevent him from actually doing anything about his regrets or past mistakes.
Most of all, however, for all of the wistful hints and sense of sadness and loss that hangs over the story, it reminds us at the end that those strange and wonderful and terrifying things that follow in the Doctor's wake are quite often wonderful as well as the other things. There's meant to be no magic in the Whoniverse, but there is a bit of fairy-dust, glittering and hinting at fantastic things long gone, if you happen to know where and when to look for it.
Check this fic out. I really like it. I think you will too.
Anyone who’d get a peek inside the townhouse with the blue door would see that nothing had much changed in twenty years: there was still a need for washing-up tabs for the dish machine. Red hairs were still clogging the drains in the bathroom. The answering machine still had 124 messages logged — even though 150 calls had been made to that phone in the last fifteen years.
Mysteriously, there was no dust. The kitchen floor still needed a mopping, the bed in the main bedroom was still rumpled and mussed — like the tenants had stepped out to run errands and would be back at any moment. There was no sign at all that the previous inhabitants had been away for such a very long time. It was as if the house was waiting for their return.
Who knows? Maybe the townhouse knew something the rest of the neighborhood didn’t.