Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2725
Author's summary: So, how do you go from playing the spoons and misquoting proverbs to ruthless genocide in the course of one inter-season hiatus? By deciding to do unto others as they would do unto you, and deciding to do it first.
Characters/Pairings: Seventh Doctor, Ace, Ninth Doctor
Warnings: tissues may be needed
Recced because: I won't lie to you, this story hurts me to read. It's a good hurt, though, and it's so very well-written that I keep coming back to it no matter how hollow it makes my stomach feel. The way it explains the evolution of the Seventh Doctor from the clown of his earlier, sillier days to the Machiavellian schemer of his later, darker serials seems true somehow to me. I'm not sure how to explain it, except that this fic just fits in canon for me, slotted in as perfectly as if it were a saner part of the Cartmel Master Plan. The initial conceit of the Seventh Doctor accidentally running into his newly regenerated future self on an alien planet is eerily plausible and JJPOR's character voices are spot-on. I'm so very, very glad I stumbled on this fic.