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crack_van2008-12-15 09:08 am
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Hot Fuzz/Doctor Who (PG)
Title: June 30th by Ann Larimer
Pairing: Nicholas/Danny, The Doctor
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
annlarimer
Author Website: none
Why this must be read:
Because Ann Larimer pulls off a sublimely Pythonesque level of hilarity that cannot be matched in this fandom.
Because it only takes three sentences of implied emotion and one hug for the reader to feel the depth of Nicholas's affection for Danny.
Because The Doctor is his usual scrappy, interfering, nonplussed self, and we love him for it.
Because you don't even have to be a Doctor Who fan to appreciate this story.
Because only Nicholas Angel would be unimpressed hurtling through time and space, battling robots, transvestite dogs, and dinosaurs:
Well, cheering him up wasn't working. Perhaps another approach. "You know, most of the people who end up in here are more impressed with the whole access to all space and time and there's much more to life than they ever imagined thing."
Angel glared at him.
"Big universe? Teeming with life? Miracles and wonders? No?"
"I already knew all of that. And I have plenty of miracles and wonders already, thank you."
"I'm just saying."
"I like the life I have just fine. While it is, admittedly, entirely lacking in vast armies of robots, or fleets of warships piloted by Dalmatians in frocks, it does have -- you know, none of your damned business what it has."
Atta boy. "Far be it from me to interfere."
"I have spent approximately two days in your company, and I think it fair to say, without hesitation or qualification, that all you do is fucking interfere!"
"I do not! Okay, yes, I do. A lot. But I'm really good at it. And I do other things."
"Fantastic. Take me home and you can get back to doing them."
"Working on it, son. Working on it."
But I shouldn't have to work on it, he thought. Something is wrong, somewhere. And I don't think it's the TARDIS.
(June 30th)
Pairing: Nicholas/Danny, The Doctor
Author on LJ:
annlarimerAuthor Website: none
Why this must be read:
Because Ann Larimer pulls off a sublimely Pythonesque level of hilarity that cannot be matched in this fandom.
Because it only takes three sentences of implied emotion and one hug for the reader to feel the depth of Nicholas's affection for Danny.
Because The Doctor is his usual scrappy, interfering, nonplussed self, and we love him for it.
Because you don't even have to be a Doctor Who fan to appreciate this story.
Because only Nicholas Angel would be unimpressed hurtling through time and space, battling robots, transvestite dogs, and dinosaurs:
Well, cheering him up wasn't working. Perhaps another approach. "You know, most of the people who end up in here are more impressed with the whole access to all space and time and there's much more to life than they ever imagined thing."
Angel glared at him.
"Big universe? Teeming with life? Miracles and wonders? No?"
"I already knew all of that. And I have plenty of miracles and wonders already, thank you."
"I'm just saying."
"I like the life I have just fine. While it is, admittedly, entirely lacking in vast armies of robots, or fleets of warships piloted by Dalmatians in frocks, it does have -- you know, none of your damned business what it has."
Atta boy. "Far be it from me to interfere."
"I have spent approximately two days in your company, and I think it fair to say, without hesitation or qualification, that all you do is fucking interfere!"
"I do not! Okay, yes, I do. A lot. But I'm really good at it. And I do other things."
"Fantastic. Take me home and you can get back to doing them."
"Working on it, son. Working on it."
But I shouldn't have to work on it, he thought. Something is wrong, somewhere. And I don't think it's the TARDIS.
(June 30th)
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*grinning ear to ear*
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And this:
'OUT OF AREA, said the little screen.
"Fuckin' Cotswolds," Danny muttered...'
I nearly giggled myself off the chair. :)