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With a Little Illumination by st_aurafina (PG)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Characters: Doctor, Master, Jo Grant, Brigadier
Length: 6k words
Author on LJ:![[personal profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
st_aurafina
Author Website: Teaspoon page, fic tag, AO3
Why this must be read:
This is a great romp with the Third Doctor, Jo Grant, and the Brigadier battling the Master (Delgado version), who plots to use mind control via opera to take over the world. Yes, you read that right, the Master is trying to take over the world through opera. This is a classic melodramatic villain using opera, the epitome of melodrama, to take over the world. Of course he's foiled in his evil plots, but the humor and irony all through this piece is delicious, and everyone has their own part to play.
The tranquil atmosphere in the Doctor's laboratory did nothing to quash the Brigadier's foul mood. He had sent one officer to fetch the Doctor, and then another officer to fetch the first officer, and now he found that both his men were sitting comfortably on the laboratory floor. One was nursing a cup of hot tea and monitoring an oscilloscope, and the other one juggled a handful of wrenches, trying them on an unidentifiable piece of machinery, clicking his tongue as he rejected one after the other. The Doctor himself was barely visible at all: all the Brigadier could see were two legs protruding from Bessie's undercarriage, one foot tapping in time to the music blaring out of Jo's tiny transistor radio. Jo herself sat cross legged on the table with the newspaper spread out before her. Apart from the radio, it was a peaceful scene of quiet industry and the Brigadier let it go on uninterrupted for a few moments, then cleared his throat politely. The two officers scrambled upright and snapped to attention with a clatter of tools.
"Brigadier, do close the door, will you?" The Doctor beckoned him in with one foot. "You're letting in the cold, and I'm at a very delicate stage. Bessie is particularly vulnerable to draughts."
The Brigadier let the door close behind him, and favoured his officers with a sour glance. "If you've quite finished with your tea-break, gentlemen, perhaps you might be willing to return to your duties?" The two officers saluted, and sprinted for the door, bumping into each other as they fled the laboratory.
"Careful, Jo, the Brigadier's got a bee in his bonnet this morning." The Doctor reached out with a long arm to snag one of the rejected wrenches and began a noisy ratcheting. The Brigadier gritted his teeth.
Before the impending war of words could get started, Jo slipped off the table and flipped the switch for the electric kettle. "Let me make you some tea, Brigadier, and you can tell us why you sent people looking for us."
The Brigadier raised an eyebrow at Jo's ever-so-conciliatory tone, but allowed himself to be mollified. "Thank you, Miss Grant. All I needed was to know if the Doctor had managed to look through the list of names that I had sent over last week."
"Don't know anything about it!" The Doctor's voice was blithe. A faint blue glow lit up the darkness underneath Bessie, and an electronic whine began to grow louder. "Oh, dear."
Jo paused with a tea-bag in her hand. "Do you mean 'Oh dear, that's a bit of a bungle,' or 'Oh dear, we need to evacuate the lab?'"
The Doctor scooted out from underneath the car and hugged his knees with a rueful expression. "I'm afraid it's a little bit of both, actually." The electronic whine, now an emphatic shriek, ended suddenly with a loud bang, sudden darkness and the smell of smoke.
With a Little Illumination
Characters: Doctor, Master, Jo Grant, Brigadier
Length: 6k words
Author on LJ:
st_aurafinaAuthor Website: Teaspoon page, fic tag, AO3
Why this must be read:
This is a great romp with the Third Doctor, Jo Grant, and the Brigadier battling the Master (Delgado version), who plots to use mind control via opera to take over the world. Yes, you read that right, the Master is trying to take over the world through opera. This is a classic melodramatic villain using opera, the epitome of melodrama, to take over the world. Of course he's foiled in his evil plots, but the humor and irony all through this piece is delicious, and everyone has their own part to play.
The tranquil atmosphere in the Doctor's laboratory did nothing to quash the Brigadier's foul mood. He had sent one officer to fetch the Doctor, and then another officer to fetch the first officer, and now he found that both his men were sitting comfortably on the laboratory floor. One was nursing a cup of hot tea and monitoring an oscilloscope, and the other one juggled a handful of wrenches, trying them on an unidentifiable piece of machinery, clicking his tongue as he rejected one after the other. The Doctor himself was barely visible at all: all the Brigadier could see were two legs protruding from Bessie's undercarriage, one foot tapping in time to the music blaring out of Jo's tiny transistor radio. Jo herself sat cross legged on the table with the newspaper spread out before her. Apart from the radio, it was a peaceful scene of quiet industry and the Brigadier let it go on uninterrupted for a few moments, then cleared his throat politely. The two officers scrambled upright and snapped to attention with a clatter of tools.
"Brigadier, do close the door, will you?" The Doctor beckoned him in with one foot. "You're letting in the cold, and I'm at a very delicate stage. Bessie is particularly vulnerable to draughts."
The Brigadier let the door close behind him, and favoured his officers with a sour glance. "If you've quite finished with your tea-break, gentlemen, perhaps you might be willing to return to your duties?" The two officers saluted, and sprinted for the door, bumping into each other as they fled the laboratory.
"Careful, Jo, the Brigadier's got a bee in his bonnet this morning." The Doctor reached out with a long arm to snag one of the rejected wrenches and began a noisy ratcheting. The Brigadier gritted his teeth.
Before the impending war of words could get started, Jo slipped off the table and flipped the switch for the electric kettle. "Let me make you some tea, Brigadier, and you can tell us why you sent people looking for us."
The Brigadier raised an eyebrow at Jo's ever-so-conciliatory tone, but allowed himself to be mollified. "Thank you, Miss Grant. All I needed was to know if the Doctor had managed to look through the list of names that I had sent over last week."
"Don't know anything about it!" The Doctor's voice was blithe. A faint blue glow lit up the darkness underneath Bessie, and an electronic whine began to grow louder. "Oh, dear."
Jo paused with a tea-bag in her hand. "Do you mean 'Oh dear, that's a bit of a bungle,' or 'Oh dear, we need to evacuate the lab?'"
The Doctor scooted out from underneath the car and hugged his knees with a rueful expression. "I'm afraid it's a little bit of both, actually." The electronic whine, now an emphatic shriek, ended suddenly with a loud bang, sudden darkness and the smell of smoke.
With a Little Illumination
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