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Entry tags:
Farscape/Doctor Who (PG-13)
Title: Vaster Than Empires by
astrogirl2
Pairing: Zhaan/Jabe
Author on LJ:
astrogirl2
Author Website: other fic in memories here
Why this must be read:
Most of the Farscape-crossover recs so far have been Farscape/Firefly (and there's nothing wrong with that! *g*) - I went round and round trying to choose something different, waffling between a few FS/Stargate fics until I came across this unique story.
Astro has a deft and gentle touch with these two distinctive characters; the tone of the fic balances bittersweet with hope. There isn't much femslash in Farscape, so to find such a delicate and sensual story closely linked to canon is a rarity to be celebrated.
Set post-3.04 Self-Inflicted Wounds: Wait for the Wheel for Farscape and just prior to 1.02 The End of the World for Doctor Who (Nine).
She finds a planet, almost at random, because her physical self has to be somewhere. But it's a bad choice: too vibrant, too crowded, a place of cold cities where the voice of the Goddess is drowned out in the rushing cacophony of a dozen species, all bent on obscure, urgent business of their own. She seeks out oases of quiet where she can -- a fountain, a temple, a park -- and pretends to meditate. In truth, she mainly stares sightlessly at nothing, listening not to the Goddess but only to the aching emptiness in her soul.
Until a woman sits next to her, on a bench, in a park.
"Forgive me." A soft voice, warm and friendly. "I don't mean to intrude..."
Zhaan blinks, her eyes slowly focusing, and turns her head. The smell of chlorophyll greets her nostrils, achingly familiar and sweet.
Vaster Than Empires (text-only format can be found here)
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Pairing: Zhaan/Jabe
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: other fic in memories here
Why this must be read:
Most of the Farscape-crossover recs so far have been Farscape/Firefly (and there's nothing wrong with that! *g*) - I went round and round trying to choose something different, waffling between a few FS/Stargate fics until I came across this unique story.
Astro has a deft and gentle touch with these two distinctive characters; the tone of the fic balances bittersweet with hope. There isn't much femslash in Farscape, so to find such a delicate and sensual story closely linked to canon is a rarity to be celebrated.
Set post-3.04 Self-Inflicted Wounds: Wait for the Wheel for Farscape and just prior to 1.02 The End of the World for Doctor Who (Nine).
She finds a planet, almost at random, because her physical self has to be somewhere. But it's a bad choice: too vibrant, too crowded, a place of cold cities where the voice of the Goddess is drowned out in the rushing cacophony of a dozen species, all bent on obscure, urgent business of their own. She seeks out oases of quiet where she can -- a fountain, a temple, a park -- and pretends to meditate. In truth, she mainly stares sightlessly at nothing, listening not to the Goddess but only to the aching emptiness in her soul.
Until a woman sits next to her, on a bench, in a park.
"Forgive me." A soft voice, warm and friendly. "I don't mean to intrude..."
Zhaan blinks, her eyes slowly focusing, and turns her head. The smell of chlorophyll greets her nostrils, achingly familiar and sweet.
Vaster Than Empires (text-only format can be found here)