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So Let the Bells Ring Out by Doyle (G)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: None, gen.
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doyle_sb4
Author Website: Exit Seraphim
Why this must be read:
Because it's Boxing Day with Mickey and Ten, right after The Christmas Invasion.
There is a dearth of Mickey fic out there, a fact which makes me very sad. This story, by quality alone, goes a good way towards making up for it. Doyle's writing is always full of wonderful characterization and dialogue, and this is no exception.
"Where're we meant to get one of those, then?"
"Well, they won't be invented till the thirty-third century," he said. "Big microwave revolution after World War VI. There’s a fad for them for a bit: micro-mini-microwaves, microwave hats, pet microwaves..."
He could see where this was going. "No way."
"Honestly! They were on little wheels, people used to take them for walks in Hyde Park. Spears Park as it was by then, of course."
Mickey glared at him. "I meant, no, we're not going to the thirty-third century or whenever."
"Come on, you’ll love the future! It’s exactly like the present, except the shops are open." He actually bounced on the spot, a bored little kid stuck indoors when there was a game on outside. "We could go to the summer, if you like. Last summer, you could see England win the World Cup again. You'd like that. Or anywhere. Somewhere. Come on, Rose would never know we'd gone."
So Let the Bells Ring Out
Pairing: None, gen.
Author on LJ:
doyle_sb4Author Website: Exit Seraphim
Why this must be read:
Because it's Boxing Day with Mickey and Ten, right after The Christmas Invasion.
There is a dearth of Mickey fic out there, a fact which makes me very sad. This story, by quality alone, goes a good way towards making up for it. Doyle's writing is always full of wonderful characterization and dialogue, and this is no exception.
"Where're we meant to get one of those, then?"
"Well, they won't be invented till the thirty-third century," he said. "Big microwave revolution after World War VI. There’s a fad for them for a bit: micro-mini-microwaves, microwave hats, pet microwaves..."
He could see where this was going. "No way."
"Honestly! They were on little wheels, people used to take them for walks in Hyde Park. Spears Park as it was by then, of course."
Mickey glared at him. "I meant, no, we're not going to the thirty-third century or whenever."
"Come on, you’ll love the future! It’s exactly like the present, except the shops are open." He actually bounced on the spot, a bored little kid stuck indoors when there was a game on outside. "We could go to the summer, if you like. Last summer, you could see England win the World Cup again. You'd like that. Or anywhere. Somewhere. Come on, Rose would never know we'd gone."
So Let the Bells Ring Out
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