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The Light of Reason by Darcie (All Ages)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Doctor/Rose
Length: 26,421
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Profile at A Teaspoon and An Open Mind
Why this must be read:
Because no one plots a story quite like Darcie, leaving readers on the edge of their seats in the process. The Doctor and Rose have tracked a stone that has shown to cause psychosis to anyone that comes near it to the outskirts of Barcelona (city, not planet), when Rose is abducted from a man suffering from its affects. This action-packed story is full of amazing original characters, and a plot that will hook and entertain any reader.
Wind swept through the mountains, whipping Rose's hair away from her face. She held a hand above her eyes to shield them from the gusts. The Doctor stood at her side, pointing out over the valley.
"You can just glimpse it over there," he was saying.
"Right. Barcelona–the city, not the planet," she replied.
"Yep. But as far as cities go, it's a nice one. The architecture's fantastic, especially all those buildings designed by Gaudi. Did you know that the word 'gaudy' actually comes from his name? Well, that's the story anyway–I'm not sure if it's true."
Rose glanced at him. He was smiling enthusiastically, clearly excited to be here. "But he hasn't been born yet, right?" she asked.
"Nope. Not for another, oh, two hundred years or so. But after we've sorted this little business here, maybe we'll pop into the future and see him. Never met the fellow myself, but I'd like to. He's reputed to have said that his designs were completely outside of nature. Not sure what he meant by that, but I'd like to find out."
"Alien influence?" she queried.
"Hmm? Oh, I don't know about that. A bit too much absinthe's more likely."
"So definitely not caused by the asteroid bits?"
These same bits were the reason for their visit to eighteenth-century Earth. At the request of an old acquaintance of the Doctor's, an amiable three-eyed fellow with lavender skin, they were retrieving half a dozen little remnants of a celestial body that had entered the atmosphere some years ago. The Time Lord's purple friend, introduced to Rose as Wivvi-Than the Oepero Grand (which seemed analogous to prime minister), needed as many pieces as possible in order to provide power to the citizens of Nahvinia-Nine. One of the minerals in the asteroid was unique to the planet and its natural satellites, and had proved the ideal energy source for Nahvinia-Nine. But the resources were running out just as the Doctor arrived. Naturally he'd agreed to help.
Since leaving the planet, the Doctor and Rose had retrieved fragments from an island in the middle of the Indian Ocean and from a desolate plain in Mongolia. Spain was their third stop.
Stepping out of the TARDIS, they found themselves in an outbuilding at a large abbey. Now they stood admiring the view from Montserrat. It truly was captivating; the abbey perched high above the surrounding land. But towering above it were jagged peaks, even more impressive than the vista below.
Failing to answer her question, the Doctor had turned toward the mountain. He indicated the rugged formations with an up and down motion of his index finger. "That's why it's called Montserrat," he said.
Rose watched his finger but failed to see the connection. "Yeah? An' why's that?"
"Mont," he said slowly, "serrat. Serrated mountain. Simple yet brilliant. You humans do have a way with words."
She nodded. "Yeah. 'S beautiful. So you think the little bit of asteroid's somewhere near here?"
"Sensors show that it is. And when I calculated the original trajectory, taking into account where it hit Earth's atmosphere then factoring in the locations of the other two pieces, this seems to be the general area."
"By general, you mean what?"
"Well, it's within a twenty mile radius of here. That's about as precise as I can get. Since we aren't in the ocean or on a deserted plane, it's harder to get an exact reading. The minerals in the mountains interfere a bit."
"You think we'll be able to find it?"
"We'd better, because aside from Wivvi-Than's need for it, it's really not meant to be here." He glanced at her with a hint of apology. "The primary element from which it's made doesn't interact well with humans."
"But we have two pieces sittin' on the console," Rose replied, a bit alarmed by this new piece of information. "How dangerous is it?"
"Hardly at all, unless a human actually touches it for any length of time. And if you'll recall, I didn't allow you to handle the pieces. The element can do nasty things to the electrical impulses in the human body, messing with the neurons." He tapped at his temple. "Tends to addle the mind."
"So if someone here found it, they'd end up a nutter," she concluded concisely.
"Probably. Most likely. Almost certainly. Which is why we really need to find all the pieces. And now," the Doctor said cheerfully, "it's time to have a chat with the monks." He began walking toward the abbey.
Rose caught up with him. "You think they'll know where it is?"
"Not that they're aware of, but their ministry includes all the local villages, so if anyone's had trouble or acted unstable they're likely to know about it. Makes our job a little easier."
The abbey appeared quiet; they entered through the chapel, stepping into a cool, candle-lit room. Several monks sat upon the plain wooden benches, and one knelt before the altar.
"They haven't taken a vow of silence, have they?" Rose whispered in the Doctor's ear.
He held a finger to his lips and mouthed "no" then led her to nearest bench, where they sat quietly and waited for the Brothers to finish their prayers. Finally the men stood and turned, noticing their guests for the first time.
The Doctor rose and offered a nod of greeting, his characteristic ebullience temporarily subdued in the sanctified setting.
"Welcome, sir," said one of the monks, a middle-aged man with gentle grey eyes. He bowed his head slightly to Rose. "Have you come to worship?"
The Doctor smiled softly. "Not exactly. We're travelling through the area."
"Of course." A surreptitious glance at Rose's clothing indicated the monk's belief that his guests were from a foreign land. "You are welcome to rest and receive sustenance here. Follow me, please."
The Light of Reason
Pairing: Doctor/Rose
Length: 26,421
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Profile at A Teaspoon and An Open Mind
Why this must be read:
Because no one plots a story quite like Darcie, leaving readers on the edge of their seats in the process. The Doctor and Rose have tracked a stone that has shown to cause psychosis to anyone that comes near it to the outskirts of Barcelona (city, not planet), when Rose is abducted from a man suffering from its affects. This action-packed story is full of amazing original characters, and a plot that will hook and entertain any reader.
Wind swept through the mountains, whipping Rose's hair away from her face. She held a hand above her eyes to shield them from the gusts. The Doctor stood at her side, pointing out over the valley.
"You can just glimpse it over there," he was saying.
"Right. Barcelona–the city, not the planet," she replied.
"Yep. But as far as cities go, it's a nice one. The architecture's fantastic, especially all those buildings designed by Gaudi. Did you know that the word 'gaudy' actually comes from his name? Well, that's the story anyway–I'm not sure if it's true."
Rose glanced at him. He was smiling enthusiastically, clearly excited to be here. "But he hasn't been born yet, right?" she asked.
"Nope. Not for another, oh, two hundred years or so. But after we've sorted this little business here, maybe we'll pop into the future and see him. Never met the fellow myself, but I'd like to. He's reputed to have said that his designs were completely outside of nature. Not sure what he meant by that, but I'd like to find out."
"Alien influence?" she queried.
"Hmm? Oh, I don't know about that. A bit too much absinthe's more likely."
"So definitely not caused by the asteroid bits?"
These same bits were the reason for their visit to eighteenth-century Earth. At the request of an old acquaintance of the Doctor's, an amiable three-eyed fellow with lavender skin, they were retrieving half a dozen little remnants of a celestial body that had entered the atmosphere some years ago. The Time Lord's purple friend, introduced to Rose as Wivvi-Than the Oepero Grand (which seemed analogous to prime minister), needed as many pieces as possible in order to provide power to the citizens of Nahvinia-Nine. One of the minerals in the asteroid was unique to the planet and its natural satellites, and had proved the ideal energy source for Nahvinia-Nine. But the resources were running out just as the Doctor arrived. Naturally he'd agreed to help.
Since leaving the planet, the Doctor and Rose had retrieved fragments from an island in the middle of the Indian Ocean and from a desolate plain in Mongolia. Spain was their third stop.
Stepping out of the TARDIS, they found themselves in an outbuilding at a large abbey. Now they stood admiring the view from Montserrat. It truly was captivating; the abbey perched high above the surrounding land. But towering above it were jagged peaks, even more impressive than the vista below.
Failing to answer her question, the Doctor had turned toward the mountain. He indicated the rugged formations with an up and down motion of his index finger. "That's why it's called Montserrat," he said.
Rose watched his finger but failed to see the connection. "Yeah? An' why's that?"
"Mont," he said slowly, "serrat. Serrated mountain. Simple yet brilliant. You humans do have a way with words."
She nodded. "Yeah. 'S beautiful. So you think the little bit of asteroid's somewhere near here?"
"Sensors show that it is. And when I calculated the original trajectory, taking into account where it hit Earth's atmosphere then factoring in the locations of the other two pieces, this seems to be the general area."
"By general, you mean what?"
"Well, it's within a twenty mile radius of here. That's about as precise as I can get. Since we aren't in the ocean or on a deserted plane, it's harder to get an exact reading. The minerals in the mountains interfere a bit."
"You think we'll be able to find it?"
"We'd better, because aside from Wivvi-Than's need for it, it's really not meant to be here." He glanced at her with a hint of apology. "The primary element from which it's made doesn't interact well with humans."
"But we have two pieces sittin' on the console," Rose replied, a bit alarmed by this new piece of information. "How dangerous is it?"
"Hardly at all, unless a human actually touches it for any length of time. And if you'll recall, I didn't allow you to handle the pieces. The element can do nasty things to the electrical impulses in the human body, messing with the neurons." He tapped at his temple. "Tends to addle the mind."
"So if someone here found it, they'd end up a nutter," she concluded concisely.
"Probably. Most likely. Almost certainly. Which is why we really need to find all the pieces. And now," the Doctor said cheerfully, "it's time to have a chat with the monks." He began walking toward the abbey.
Rose caught up with him. "You think they'll know where it is?"
"Not that they're aware of, but their ministry includes all the local villages, so if anyone's had trouble or acted unstable they're likely to know about it. Makes our job a little easier."
The abbey appeared quiet; they entered through the chapel, stepping into a cool, candle-lit room. Several monks sat upon the plain wooden benches, and one knelt before the altar.
"They haven't taken a vow of silence, have they?" Rose whispered in the Doctor's ear.
He held a finger to his lips and mouthed "no" then led her to nearest bench, where they sat quietly and waited for the Brothers to finish their prayers. Finally the men stood and turned, noticing their guests for the first time.
The Doctor rose and offered a nod of greeting, his characteristic ebullience temporarily subdued in the sanctified setting.
"Welcome, sir," said one of the monks, a middle-aged man with gentle grey eyes. He bowed his head slightly to Rose. "Have you come to worship?"
The Doctor smiled softly. "Not exactly. We're travelling through the area."
"Of course." A surreptitious glance at Rose's clothing indicated the monk's belief that his guests were from a foreign land. "You are welcome to rest and receive sustenance here. Follow me, please."
The Light of Reason