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crack_van2009-09-21 10:27 pm
thady.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-09-21 10:27 pm
Shift, by iamshadow. (PG)
Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: Gen, mentions canon pairings
Length: 12,561 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iamshadow
Author Website: none
Why this must be read:
This is the only story post CoE I'm recommending here. This is a kind of fix-it story that doesn't really fix it. I don't want to get too specific here because I love the unraveling of the story. The characters' interaction is wonderful and nuanced and so very believable. I love the tone of the story, melancholic and sad with a tinge of hope.
There was nothing. Nothing but rubble and twisted metal and the maddening slow drip of water. A hundred feet or more below ground, with all those tons of steel and concrete above her head...
"See anything?"
Gwen jumped a mile, and let out a deep, slow breath before depressing the button on her radio.
"Not yet."
"Gwen, I'm really not sure about this," Andy continued.
"It'll be fine, Andy," Gwen soothed, her voice conveying a lot more calm than she actually felt.
Were those walls getting a little closer? Dammit, she was Welsh. Wasn't she supposed to feel comfortable underground? Oh dear, she shouldn't have thought about mining. Now all she could think of were those grim, traditional ballads she learnt in school about cave-ins.
Shift
Pairing: Gen, mentions canon pairings
Length: 12,561 words
Author on LJ:
iamshadowAuthor Website: none
Why this must be read:
This is the only story post CoE I'm recommending here. This is a kind of fix-it story that doesn't really fix it. I don't want to get too specific here because I love the unraveling of the story. The characters' interaction is wonderful and nuanced and so very believable. I love the tone of the story, melancholic and sad with a tinge of hope.
There was nothing. Nothing but rubble and twisted metal and the maddening slow drip of water. A hundred feet or more below ground, with all those tons of steel and concrete above her head...
"See anything?"
Gwen jumped a mile, and let out a deep, slow breath before depressing the button on her radio.
"Not yet."
"Gwen, I'm really not sure about this," Andy continued.
"It'll be fine, Andy," Gwen soothed, her voice conveying a lot more calm than she actually felt.
Were those walls getting a little closer? Dammit, she was Welsh. Wasn't she supposed to feel comfortable underground? Oh dear, she shouldn't have thought about mining. Now all she could think of were those grim, traditional ballads she learnt in school about cave-ins.
Shift