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thebunnyinthetardis
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: Tenth Doctor (duplicate), Eleventh Doctor, Amy, Rory, Rose, Tyler family, historical persons, OCs; a little Amy/Rory and Tentoo/Rose content, but this is an adventure fic, not a 'ship fic.
Rating: Teen
Words: ~54,500
Author's summary: Life on the Slow Path has never been more agonizing than now. Years have passed since that fateful day when the Doctor left him with Rose Tyler on a desolate beach in Norway. Years for both of them--and while life goes on, he is reasonably sure his has not been the fairy tale the Time Lord might have intended it to be. Now, as fate would have it, their paths are once more to cross, leading them on a journey through Time, a journey in Space, and a journey toward Wholeness. A voice he cannot identify calls. A 17th century cannon ball lands in the garden. A blue box he never thought he would see again lands in the forest. And a Time Lord is running out of Time.
Author's notes: See here if you're interested.
Author's warnings: None
Additional tags: [edited] Drama, Psychological Drama, Historical Accuracy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Humor, Character Study, English Civil War
My comment: "I'll have you know I cried at the end!"
Quote:
He looked back over his shoulder once more at Brentford, burning in the night. They had made their escape, but how many others had not? How many more would die during this bitter, bitter civil war? Brother pitted against brother.
“This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be,” the Doctor said, bitterly. “It isn’t the way I work--we work--it’s all wrong. All of it. We didn‘t make a difference here at all. We didn‘t do anything and just like that it‘s all over? We just go home?”
He raised an eyebrow at that. “It’s far from being all over.”
“Oh, shut up, me,” the Doctor told him. “Remind me again why I followed you here?”
“You couldn’t resist a big shiny, swirly-whirly space portal anymore than I could?”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: Tenth Doctor (duplicate), Eleventh Doctor, Amy, Rory, Rose, Tyler family, historical persons, OCs; a little Amy/Rory and Tentoo/Rose content, but this is an adventure fic, not a 'ship fic.
Rating: Teen
Words: ~54,500
Author's summary: Life on the Slow Path has never been more agonizing than now. Years have passed since that fateful day when the Doctor left him with Rose Tyler on a desolate beach in Norway. Years for both of them--and while life goes on, he is reasonably sure his has not been the fairy tale the Time Lord might have intended it to be. Now, as fate would have it, their paths are once more to cross, leading them on a journey through Time, a journey in Space, and a journey toward Wholeness. A voice he cannot identify calls. A 17th century cannon ball lands in the garden. A blue box he never thought he would see again lands in the forest. And a Time Lord is running out of Time.
Author's notes: See here if you're interested.
Author's warnings: None
Additional tags: [edited] Drama, Psychological Drama, Historical Accuracy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Humor, Character Study, English Civil War
My comment: "I'll have you know I cried at the end!"
Quote:
He looked back over his shoulder once more at Brentford, burning in the night. They had made their escape, but how many others had not? How many more would die during this bitter, bitter civil war? Brother pitted against brother.
“This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be,” the Doctor said, bitterly. “It isn’t the way I work--we work--it’s all wrong. All of it. We didn‘t make a difference here at all. We didn‘t do anything and just like that it‘s all over? We just go home?”
He raised an eyebrow at that. “It’s far from being all over.”
“Oh, shut up, me,” the Doctor told him. “Remind me again why I followed you here?”
“You couldn’t resist a big shiny, swirly-whirly space portal anymore than I could?”