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The Best Things Come From Nowhere by prettyquotable (G)
Hello, all! I'm your Doctor Who driver this month. It's very nice to meet you! I'm a giant fan of angst and Martha Jones, so there's going to be a lot of that. I'll have some Rose stuff in here too, for you Rose fans, probably, but mostly my Martha.
(And, yes, I'm only a new!who fan. No Old Series fics this month, sorry!)
Let's get going!
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: None
Length: One shot; medium length
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prettyquotable
Author Website: authors' fic tag
Why this must be read:
This was one of the first Martha fics I ever read. I'm a sucker for backstory, especially ones that outline the past of characters, and this is just perfection. The way Martha develops, jumps from point A to H, is just downright glorious. Child!Martha is remarkably like 23 year old!Martha, only younger, with wider eyes, in that way we are all often reflections of our childhoods. It's remarkably in character, and, for some, may even put Martha in a new light -- a light that is still entirely in line with her characterization, but that expands on her in a way the show never did because RTD fails.
When Martha Jones was nine years old she decided she was going to be an astronaut.
It was late, and Mum and Dad were yelling at each other again, something about Dad’s secretary Louise, and Tish and Leo had gone to bed, both of them crying. Martha couldn’t sleep, so she’d snuck out to the garden in her pyjamas, her bare feet cold on the damp lawn and the night air so bitter she could see her breath in puffs of steam and feel her fingertips going slightly numb.
It was freezing outside, but it was also quiet – the kitchen where her parents were arguing was at the front of the house, and out here she could barely hear anything save for the odd car driving past or the slight breeze rustling the trees.
Martha took a deep breath of freezing air and looked up at the night sky, wanting to see stars and planets and satellites and spaceships, wanting to see something more than a house full of yelling and tears. But the bright lights of the city made this impossible, and the only thing she could really see was the full moon, hanging low in the sky. To Martha it looked lonely without the stars to keep it company; it was so big and heavy and sad, the only thing alive in a sky of blackness.
The Best Things Come From Nowhere
(And, yes, I'm only a new!who fan. No Old Series fics this month, sorry!)
Let's get going!
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: None
Length: One shot; medium length
Author on LJ:
prettyquotableAuthor Website: authors' fic tag
Why this must be read:
This was one of the first Martha fics I ever read. I'm a sucker for backstory, especially ones that outline the past of characters, and this is just perfection. The way Martha develops, jumps from point A to H, is just downright glorious. Child!Martha is remarkably like 23 year old!Martha, only younger, with wider eyes, in that way we are all often reflections of our childhoods. It's remarkably in character, and, for some, may even put Martha in a new light -- a light that is still entirely in line with her characterization, but that expands on her in a way the show never did because RTD fails.
When Martha Jones was nine years old she decided she was going to be an astronaut.
It was late, and Mum and Dad were yelling at each other again, something about Dad’s secretary Louise, and Tish and Leo had gone to bed, both of them crying. Martha couldn’t sleep, so she’d snuck out to the garden in her pyjamas, her bare feet cold on the damp lawn and the night air so bitter she could see her breath in puffs of steam and feel her fingertips going slightly numb.
It was freezing outside, but it was also quiet – the kitchen where her parents were arguing was at the front of the house, and out here she could barely hear anything save for the odd car driving past or the slight breeze rustling the trees.
Martha took a deep breath of freezing air and looked up at the night sky, wanting to see stars and planets and satellites and spaceships, wanting to see something more than a house full of yelling and tears. But the bright lights of the city made this impossible, and the only thing she could really see was the full moon, hanging low in the sky. To Martha it looked lonely without the stars to keep it company; it was so big and heavy and sad, the only thing alive in a sky of blackness.
The Best Things Come From Nowhere