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A Moment's Grace, by cesario (PG)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: gen (Martha, Two)
Length: medium-ish?
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cesario
Author Website: Doctor Who fic (currently down; can also be found in the fic tag among other fandoms)
Why this must be read: I dig out-of-era stories, and I like stories about Martha's time during the Year That Never Was. I don't know anything about Two, but the characterization feels right, and it's lovely to see Martha being taken care of for a change when she does so much caring herself. I also like howcesario juxtaposes both incarnations of the Doctor and uses that to critique the treatment of and dynamics between Ten and Martha.
"This regeneration of mine," he says, "the one that you know---I've never let myself ask too many questions about it. Or the one before, for that matter. Something slightly dodgy about them. Bit reckless. There is, in my aged self, a tickling and a study of vainglory. I do hope," he adds, offhandedly, "that I'm not getting senile. Always a bad show, when that happens to Time Lords."
"This happen a lot?" Martha can't help asking. "You meeting your future selves? And past selves too, I suppose."
"Oh, we've all met each other at least once," the Doctor nods. "Unavoidable, considering the life I lead. And really quite unforgivably sloppy of me, I'm all the time having to remember to forget things."
"Like this?" Martha says. "You'll make yourself forget this? Only I don't see how anyone could forget something like this, it's—God, do you know what he's done, what the Master's done to the TARDIS? I should think you'd remember that, even if you forgot about—about everything else—"
Martha falls silent, not wanting to speak around the lump in her throat, not wanting to take the bitterness out on the Doctor, this sweet, attentive Doctor, who can't be blamed for what he hasn't done yet. She blinks, to clear her vision, and looks hard at the man across the room from her. Something in the way he is gazing patiently back at her makes her feel as though she is just now seeing him clearly for the first time.
He doesn't know yet, she realizes. About Gallifrey, and the Time Lords dying, or any of the other things her Doctor hides behind his eyes. That's why he's so different now. Terrible things are going to happen to him, between today and when she meets him for the first time. He's going to change because of them, change much more than just his body. He's going to suffer and die, God knows how many times, lose friends, all of his family, everything---
But it hasn't happened to him yet.
A Moment's Grace
Pairing: gen (Martha, Two)
Length: medium-ish?
Author on LJ:
cesarioAuthor Website: Doctor Who fic (currently down; can also be found in the fic tag among other fandoms)
Why this must be read: I dig out-of-era stories, and I like stories about Martha's time during the Year That Never Was. I don't know anything about Two, but the characterization feels right, and it's lovely to see Martha being taken care of for a change when she does so much caring herself. I also like how
cesario juxtaposes both incarnations of the Doctor and uses that to critique the treatment of and dynamics between Ten and Martha."This regeneration of mine," he says, "the one that you know---I've never let myself ask too many questions about it. Or the one before, for that matter. Something slightly dodgy about them. Bit reckless. There is, in my aged self, a tickling and a study of vainglory. I do hope," he adds, offhandedly, "that I'm not getting senile. Always a bad show, when that happens to Time Lords."
"This happen a lot?" Martha can't help asking. "You meeting your future selves? And past selves too, I suppose."
"Oh, we've all met each other at least once," the Doctor nods. "Unavoidable, considering the life I lead. And really quite unforgivably sloppy of me, I'm all the time having to remember to forget things."
"Like this?" Martha says. "You'll make yourself forget this? Only I don't see how anyone could forget something like this, it's—God, do you know what he's done, what the Master's done to the TARDIS? I should think you'd remember that, even if you forgot about—about everything else—"
Martha falls silent, not wanting to speak around the lump in her throat, not wanting to take the bitterness out on the Doctor, this sweet, attentive Doctor, who can't be blamed for what he hasn't done yet. She blinks, to clear her vision, and looks hard at the man across the room from her. Something in the way he is gazing patiently back at her makes her feel as though she is just now seeing him clearly for the first time.
He doesn't know yet, she realizes. About Gallifrey, and the Time Lords dying, or any of the other things her Doctor hides behind his eyes. That's why he's so different now. Terrible things are going to happen to him, between today and when she meets him for the first time. He's going to change because of them, change much more than just his body. He's going to suffer and die, God knows how many times, lose friends, all of his family, everything---
But it hasn't happened to him yet.
A Moment's Grace
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