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jantalaimon.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2008-11-17 10:41 am
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The Damageverse, by magistrate (PG-13)
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS/DOCTOR WHO/TORCHWOOD
Author:
draegonhawke, aka Magistrate
Author's fic site: Draegonhawke's fic tag
Pairing: Sam Tyler/Captain Jack Harkness
Why this must be read:
draegonhawke writes in a few different fandoms, and while I haven't read everything she's written, that's only because I only read fic from things with which I'm familiar. On occasion, I think about breaking my self-imposed rules on this matter, and her fics are definitely a reason why---those I've read, anyway. The perspectives with which she writes are usually rather unique, and none moreso than this collection, the very concept of which is incredibly intriguing. The collection takes place along each character's rather twisted timeline, and as such can be arranged and rearranged in a few different orders in order to form the whole of a storyline. Although she hasn't finished the collection yet, and although readers are encouraged to contribute to the universe she's created, the canon is all hers, and the stories written thus far stand on their own, which is why I rec it.
Sam was helping Phyllis with the desk--he'd long ago realized that if he wanted anything organized to his satisfaction, he had to do it himself--when the second most important catastrophe of his life walked in. This time, it was one of Chris's arrests.
On occasion Chris had trouble bringing in suspects, but that was mostly because Chris didn't have any conception of how to use force. (As opposed to Ray and Gene, who just didn't have any conception of how to use force appropriately.) But this suspect wasn't resisting. In fact, he sauntered into the station as if he were looking forward to it, winking at two of the cleaning girls.
Cleaning staff, Sam reminded himself sternly, looking over the detainee with a critical eye. Someone is a fan of the World War II aesthetic. "Chris?"
Chris pushed him forward, trying to keep him under control and at arms' length at the same time, a combination not eager to work out well. "Found this bloke at the construction site, boss. Poking around behind the cordon."
"And I was only too happy to come in, officers." He grinned indiscriminately at all of them. "Especially escorted by Mr. Handsome here--"
Chris actually blushed, in a highly discomfited way. Sam groaned inwardly. I'd better save him before he's rendered totally useless. "He's not interested."
The suspect looked up sharply. Apparently he didn't like being called out. Then again, given the way he was looking over Sam, now--
"And neither am I," Sam said, just as the suspect opened his mouth. At that, he looked disappointed.
"Categorically, or just not today?" he asked.
Full index of Damageverse fics can be found here.
Author:
Author's fic site: Draegonhawke's fic tag
Pairing: Sam Tyler/Captain Jack Harkness
Why this must be read:
Sam was helping Phyllis with the desk--he'd long ago realized that if he wanted anything organized to his satisfaction, he had to do it himself--when the second most important catastrophe of his life walked in. This time, it was one of Chris's arrests.
On occasion Chris had trouble bringing in suspects, but that was mostly because Chris didn't have any conception of how to use force. (As opposed to Ray and Gene, who just didn't have any conception of how to use force appropriately.) But this suspect wasn't resisting. In fact, he sauntered into the station as if he were looking forward to it, winking at two of the cleaning girls.
Cleaning staff, Sam reminded himself sternly, looking over the detainee with a critical eye. Someone is a fan of the World War II aesthetic. "Chris?"
Chris pushed him forward, trying to keep him under control and at arms' length at the same time, a combination not eager to work out well. "Found this bloke at the construction site, boss. Poking around behind the cordon."
"And I was only too happy to come in, officers." He grinned indiscriminately at all of them. "Especially escorted by Mr. Handsome here--"
Chris actually blushed, in a highly discomfited way. Sam groaned inwardly. I'd better save him before he's rendered totally useless. "He's not interested."
The suspect looked up sharply. Apparently he didn't like being called out. Then again, given the way he was looking over Sam, now--
"And neither am I," Sam said, just as the suspect opened his mouth. At that, he looked disappointed.
"Categorically, or just not today?" he asked.
Full index of Damageverse fics can be found here.

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*pouts*
Outstanding selection. You know I'm not hugely investing in TW or crossovers, but this story/'verse is spectacular. I love it!
*still pouting*
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Original photo here, along with others from the shoot. (http://www.radiotimes.com/shows/ashes-to-ashes/gallery/gallery-three/001/) If you scroll beneath the photos, you can choose other galleries; others from this shoot are in the proper Life on Mars gallery, whereas this particular one was inexplicably in the A2A gallery. :)
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