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Five Moments In a Life That Never Was by Seanan (PG)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Mild Susan/David Campbell
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cadhla
Author Website: Author's tagged fics
Why this must be read:
Because Old School characters need love, too.
For a character that has caused so much debate, fandom-wise, and who essentially started off the companion tradition, there is surprisingly little fic focused on Susan, the Doctor's granddaughter. She tends to be a character who is written about in terms of her importance of others, on how she effects them rather than as a character in her own right.
This beautiful fic here is focused around Susan, about who she is, about identity and home. It's utterly gorgeous and oh so very sad.
Because for all the dodgy stories, and characterisation and even acting at times, Susan has always been a fascinating individual to me, who loved and was loved. And it's wonderful to see a fic that makes her so real.
When she sleeps, her name isn't Susan.
When she sleeps, her name is something long and liquid, made of syllables that dance off the tongue like water flowing over stones, every one of them leading naturally to the next, seamlessly fitted to the length and breadth of her. It is a name for an alien girl, one born to walk through high-arched marble halls, to wonder at things the human mind can barely dream of, to grow tall and sleek and elegant within the cradle of a civilization that was old when the stars themselves were young. It is a name for an alien woman, one who could walk in hallowed company, and think great thoughts with the most brilliant minds of a thousand perfect ages.
She never remembers it when she wakes up. When she wakes, she's Susan again, just Susan, just the sum of the name given to her by a girl named Jill in a dying hospital. It was a gift, but it's also become a burden, in its way; without it, Grandfather would have come up with something to call her, some nickname or diminutive, and those few precious syllables might have carried the name she dreams of with her into the waking world. She might have remembered who she'd been, if she'd never grown into a Susan...but she did, and that name was lost, along with so very many other things, in all the folded fragments and fabrics of Time.
Five Moments In a Life That Never Was
Pairing: Mild Susan/David Campbell
Author on LJ:
cadhlaAuthor Website: Author's tagged fics
Why this must be read:
Because Old School characters need love, too.
For a character that has caused so much debate, fandom-wise, and who essentially started off the companion tradition, there is surprisingly little fic focused on Susan, the Doctor's granddaughter. She tends to be a character who is written about in terms of her importance of others, on how she effects them rather than as a character in her own right.
This beautiful fic here is focused around Susan, about who she is, about identity and home. It's utterly gorgeous and oh so very sad.
Because for all the dodgy stories, and characterisation and even acting at times, Susan has always been a fascinating individual to me, who loved and was loved. And it's wonderful to see a fic that makes her so real.
When she sleeps, her name isn't Susan.
When she sleeps, her name is something long and liquid, made of syllables that dance off the tongue like water flowing over stones, every one of them leading naturally to the next, seamlessly fitted to the length and breadth of her. It is a name for an alien girl, one born to walk through high-arched marble halls, to wonder at things the human mind can barely dream of, to grow tall and sleek and elegant within the cradle of a civilization that was old when the stars themselves were young. It is a name for an alien woman, one who could walk in hallowed company, and think great thoughts with the most brilliant minds of a thousand perfect ages.
She never remembers it when she wakes up. When she wakes, she's Susan again, just Susan, just the sum of the name given to her by a girl named Jill in a dying hospital. It was a gift, but it's also become a burden, in its way; without it, Grandfather would have come up with something to call her, some nickname or diminutive, and those few precious syllables might have carried the name she dreams of with her into the waking world. She might have remembered who she'd been, if she'd never grown into a Susan...but she did, and that name was lost, along with so very many other things, in all the folded fragments and fabrics of Time.
Five Moments In a Life That Never Was