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Entry tags:
A Life More Ordinary, by zauberer_sirin (PG)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Ten/Martha
Length: medium?
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zauberer_sirin
Author Website: DW tag on fic journal
Why this must be read: I swore I saw this recced at some point, and I'm really surprised it hasn't been, but my offline archive of this tag (yes, I have one) tells me it hasn't been, so here it is. It's a quiet, lovely story that speculates about the type of life Ten and Martha make for themselves in 1969, and it's sweet, longing, a little bit funny, and a little bit sad. This is the sort of way I could see them getting together, and it makes me happy when I read it.
It starts as a grocery list and end up with criss-cross conversation on paper, not unlike mismatched love letters but more in the spirit of messages in a bottle. Because they have such different schedules – rather than a schedule the Doctor has the habit of waking up at noon, staying up late like a teenager, they only see each other at dinner – they inhabit this other life, this particular existence of short, terse phrases that become more and more open, intimate.
He would type about his day, about the rude woman who kept jumping the queue at the supermarket and Martha would come home and read it and smile and say nothing; like the man who wrote that note is not the same man standing next to her, reading a two-day old paper and boiling water for the pasta –the only dish she trusts him to do properly.
And each morning before leaving for work Martha would type “Good Morning” so that when, hours later, the Doctor makes his way to the kitchen, sleepy eyes, in search of coffee, her “good morning” is the first thing he sees. Every day. She never forgets. Except on Sundays, when she sleeps late, and there’s a faint, fuzzy hope in the back of her head, that maybe one Sunday the Doctor would be the one who types “Good Morning”.
But it hasn’t happened yet.
A Life More Ordinary
Pairing: Ten/Martha
Length: medium?
Author on LJ:
zauberer_sirinAuthor Website: DW tag on fic journal
Why this must be read: I swore I saw this recced at some point, and I'm really surprised it hasn't been, but my offline archive of this tag (yes, I have one) tells me it hasn't been, so here it is. It's a quiet, lovely story that speculates about the type of life Ten and Martha make for themselves in 1969, and it's sweet, longing, a little bit funny, and a little bit sad. This is the sort of way I could see them getting together, and it makes me happy when I read it.
It starts as a grocery list and end up with criss-cross conversation on paper, not unlike mismatched love letters but more in the spirit of messages in a bottle. Because they have such different schedules – rather than a schedule the Doctor has the habit of waking up at noon, staying up late like a teenager, they only see each other at dinner – they inhabit this other life, this particular existence of short, terse phrases that become more and more open, intimate.
He would type about his day, about the rude woman who kept jumping the queue at the supermarket and Martha would come home and read it and smile and say nothing; like the man who wrote that note is not the same man standing next to her, reading a two-day old paper and boiling water for the pasta –the only dish she trusts him to do properly.
And each morning before leaving for work Martha would type “Good Morning” so that when, hours later, the Doctor makes his way to the kitchen, sleepy eyes, in search of coffee, her “good morning” is the first thing he sees. Every day. She never forgets. Except on Sundays, when she sleeps late, and there’s a faint, fuzzy hope in the back of her head, that maybe one Sunday the Doctor would be the one who types “Good Morning”.
But it hasn’t happened yet.
A Life More Ordinary