Series: Amor Mundi
Word Count: 10,929 and 10,431
Author’s Summary: A girl, a forest, and the big bad wolf - it's a story you've heard before, and you'll hear it again. Once upon a time.
Characters/Pairings: Rose, Ten, the Master (Simm), and a veritable who’s who of New Who, most notably Jack and Martha.
Warnings: Disturbing themes, swearing. As the author puts it, “contains Dark, Wrong, and Not Good themes.” Also, do not read while eating pineapple pizza or just before bedtime.
Recommended because: Frankly, I’m amazed that nobody has recommended this series before. It will knock your socks off and then knit you more socks just so it can knock those off too. In the first story, “Do I Twist, Do I Fold,” Rose encounters the Master/Harold Saxon. It’s so true to character, vividly descriptive, and plausible that it somehow entered my personal canon even though I wished to believe no such thing happened. You will shiver, you will pump your fist in the air and shout “Boo-yah!” (or other goofy expression of triumph), and you will worry about it long after you’re done reading. On top of that, Rosa_acicularis writes some of the best banter in the biz.
In the sequel, “Good Night,” the Doctor dreams. It’s surreal, hilarious, complex, and frightening. The story is stuffed so full of meaning that the author even wrote a commentary (not necessary to enjoying the story, but may add some insight and extra laughs). This incredible story puts S3 in a blender with fairy tales, Alice in Wonderland, and that intense nightmare you once had featuring everyone you’ve ever met, the one you just couldn’t seem to wake up from. I cannot recommend it enough.
“Pretty hard to use me as bait if the Doctor doesn’t know I’m in danger,” she says, keeping her voice as steady as she can, her eyes on the door. “Or does your dastardly plan involve cutting letters out of magazines and sellotaping a ransom note to the TARDIS door? ‘Dear Doctor, not dead like you thought, but blondie here will be unless you walk into my shamefully obvious trap. Love, Time Lord Village Idiot.’”
“But now we get on wonderfully. We even have friendly nicknames for each other, don’t we, Dr. Jones?”
“We certainly do.” Martha grins. “Chav.”
The sunlight dims and for a moment Rose’s face is again slack and drained of colour, her eyes glassy. Then both women burst into peals of laughter and it is as if he has only imagined her sudden decay.
“Corpse!” Rose repeats, still laughing helplessly. “She gets me with that one every time.”