ext_810 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
fbf.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
crack_van2006-01-15 06:53 pm
fbf.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-01-15 06:53 pm
Entry tags:
Stuck in Lodi by themonkeycabal (PG-13)
Fandom: FARSCAPE/DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: John, Ninth Doctor
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
themonkeycabal
Author Website:Spooky's Fic
Why this must be read:
Firstly, the spoiler warnings. This fic takes place after Terra Firma (FS) and during Rose (DW). Okay, now that that's out of the way, the recc.
themonkeycabal aka Red is one of those rare writers who can completely capture the 'voice' of a character. Her John Crichton is always spot on with just enough humor in her angst (or is that the other way around) to make you sit up and go "Yes! Yes! That's him! That's John!". As for her Doctor, well...I will admit I haven't seen this version of the series yet, but as a watcher of many years of the earlier versions, I can say that she'd pegged on the things that are in all of the Doctors. The rebelliousness, the intelligence, the snark, the need for there to be meaning beyond what is even if he doesn't really believe in it all. She's captured the essence of what to me the Doctor is.
The story itself is about two men in a bar, getting drunk and talking. It's a simple premise but with Red's deft hand becomes an exploration into fate, love and why the Universe is a sick, twisted -insert four-letter profanity starting with 'f'-. There are some brilliant insights into both men and her rambling drunken dialogue is perfect.
And on a completely shallow note, I love the title of this piece because I have been stuck in Lodi, and it's not something I ever want to do again.
Excerpt:
"The thing with fate," Crichton spun the tumbler in his hand, staring down at the bar's dim lights glittering off the glass, "it's not a condition, it's a moment. It's a meeting. It's an accident. It's getting your ass kicked hell and gone across the frelling galaxy, but that's it."
"I'm sure that's very profound," the Doctor sneered, "but that's not fate, it's chance."
"What's the difference?" Crichton snorted.
"Chance might happen, or it mightn't. It's lines of possibility that spread out from every moment. It's a coin toss."
"I stopped tossing coins a cycle ago. That doesn't end well for me."
The Doctor continued, not appearing to hear Crichton. "Fate says 'this must happen', and that's a load of rubbish, you ask me."
"Nah, man, you're wrong," Crichton argued happily. He was one of those philosophical drunks; get him buzzed and on the right subject and not even God could shut him up. Used to drive his friends crazy, but it got him through grad school. Nothing says 'genius' like a drunk dissertation.
Stuck in Lodi
Pairing: John, Ninth Doctor
Author on LJ:
themonkeycabal Author Website:Spooky's Fic
Why this must be read:
Firstly, the spoiler warnings. This fic takes place after Terra Firma (FS) and during Rose (DW). Okay, now that that's out of the way, the recc.
themonkeycabal aka Red is one of those rare writers who can completely capture the 'voice' of a character. Her John Crichton is always spot on with just enough humor in her angst (or is that the other way around) to make you sit up and go "Yes! Yes! That's him! That's John!". As for her Doctor, well...I will admit I haven't seen this version of the series yet, but as a watcher of many years of the earlier versions, I can say that she'd pegged on the things that are in all of the Doctors. The rebelliousness, the intelligence, the snark, the need for there to be meaning beyond what is even if he doesn't really believe in it all. She's captured the essence of what to me the Doctor is.
The story itself is about two men in a bar, getting drunk and talking. It's a simple premise but with Red's deft hand becomes an exploration into fate, love and why the Universe is a sick, twisted -insert four-letter profanity starting with 'f'-. There are some brilliant insights into both men and her rambling drunken dialogue is perfect.
And on a completely shallow note, I love the title of this piece because I have been stuck in Lodi, and it's not something I ever want to do again.
Excerpt:
"The thing with fate," Crichton spun the tumbler in his hand, staring down at the bar's dim lights glittering off the glass, "it's not a condition, it's a moment. It's a meeting. It's an accident. It's getting your ass kicked hell and gone across the frelling galaxy, but that's it."
"I'm sure that's very profound," the Doctor sneered, "but that's not fate, it's chance."
"What's the difference?" Crichton snorted.
"Chance might happen, or it mightn't. It's lines of possibility that spread out from every moment. It's a coin toss."
"I stopped tossing coins a cycle ago. That doesn't end well for me."
The Doctor continued, not appearing to hear Crichton. "Fate says 'this must happen', and that's a load of rubbish, you ask me."
"Nah, man, you're wrong," Crichton argued happily. He was one of those philosophical drunks; get him buzzed and on the right subject and not even God could shut him up. Used to drive his friends crazy, but it got him through grad school. Nothing says 'genius' like a drunk dissertation.
Stuck in Lodi
no subject