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Entry tags:
Life on Mars/Doctor Who (PG)
Title: Life on Earth
Pairing: Gen
Length: 3372
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ariastar
Author Website:ariafic
Why this must be read: Sam-is-secretly-the-Master is a popular premise in crossover fic; this is one of the best, and my personal favorite. The two canons are meshed without subverting either, even as Sam has to make a difficult decision about whether to subvert a part of himself. It’s beautiful and surreal, and still utterly believable for the character, both hopeful and a little bittersweet. And it works.
He dreams that Maya is inside a metal sphere, a Death Star the size of a football. "You've left me," she says. "You've left me alone in the dark and the cold. How could you, Harry?"
When Sam wakes up for a moment he can't remember his name.
"Sam," Annie says that day. "Sam?" She hands him the obituaries in the paper and says, "I think you should read this."
"What?" he asks.
She points to the column.
Sam Tyler, it reads; died in hospital last night, four years old. "I don't understand," Sam says. "I didn't. I just had mumps. Then I was fine."
"There's more than one Sam Tyler in the world," Annie says gently, taking the paper from him.
"But me mum," Sam says. "She'll be devastated, Annie."
"She's not your mum, Sam," Annie says, even more gently. Her face is open and honest and worried, and for a fleeting terrible moment Sam hates her.
Life on Earth
Pairing: Gen
Length: 3372
Author on LJ:
ariastarAuthor Website:
ariaficWhy this must be read: Sam-is-secretly-the-Master is a popular premise in crossover fic; this is one of the best, and my personal favorite. The two canons are meshed without subverting either, even as Sam has to make a difficult decision about whether to subvert a part of himself. It’s beautiful and surreal, and still utterly believable for the character, both hopeful and a little bittersweet. And it works.
He dreams that Maya is inside a metal sphere, a Death Star the size of a football. "You've left me," she says. "You've left me alone in the dark and the cold. How could you, Harry?"
When Sam wakes up for a moment he can't remember his name.
"Sam," Annie says that day. "Sam?" She hands him the obituaries in the paper and says, "I think you should read this."
"What?" he asks.
She points to the column.
Sam Tyler, it reads; died in hospital last night, four years old. "I don't understand," Sam says. "I didn't. I just had mumps. Then I was fine."
"There's more than one Sam Tyler in the world," Annie says gently, taking the paper from him.
"But me mum," Sam says. "She'll be devastated, Annie."
"She's not your mum, Sam," Annie says, even more gently. Her face is open and honest and worried, and for a fleeting terrible moment Sam hates her.
Life on Earth
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