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Entry tags:
Doctor Who/Torchwood/Star Trek: Deep Space 9 (Gen)
Title: "Nowhere Man," by Selena
Pairing: Gen, with implications of Doctor/Master (Owen Harper and other Torchwood characters, Elim Garak, Ten/Simm!Master)
Length: 6,818
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selenak
Author Website: LJ fic roundup, or at the AO3
Why this must be read:
In "The Sound of Drums," the Master made a brief reference to sending Team Torchwood off on a wild goose chase to the Himalayas before seizing control of Earth. What, exactly, did they do there? Combined with the narrative goldmine of The Year That Never Was, with the Doctor held captive and the planet under the rule of the Master and his floating balls of death the Toclafane, this is already a pretty great setup for an angsty adventure fic.
Adding Elim Garak, DS9's tailor, spy, and consummate survivor, to the mix is a stroke of genius.
When Tosh came across the story about a grey-skinned, horribly deformed man, Owen hoped it would turn out to be a Weevil, but it wasn't a very strong hope. Some variation of leprosy, more likely. Consequently, finding the man in question brought a sense of relief, first and foremost.
"That's an alien," Gwen said, eyes wide.
"Thanks, PC Obvious," Owen replied automatically, but his heart wasn't in it; the relief was already fading. The grey-skinned individual, who vaguely resembled a lizard with his ridges, smiled at them, which was less reassuring than a drawn weapon and a good old fashioned "take me to your leader" would have been. He had very bright blue eyes. Next to Owen, Tosh held herself rigidly. Given how her last alien encounter went, one couldn't blame her.
"You know," said the alien in perfect English, "I'd love to believe this is all an elaborate prank of Dr. Bashir's, and that this holo simulation will end soon, because its charm has started to fade, but somehow, I rather doubt it."
The alien was called Garak ("plain and simple," he said, and Owen decided to check him for pheromones and/or hypnotic powers as soon as possible), claimed to be from the future and after hearing about the Rift in Cardiff was ready to come with them, wishing to return to his own time.
"There is no guarantee," Owen said, trying not to think of Diane in her air plane and failing, as usual. "You could end up anywhere."
"True," Garak conceded, "but frankly, Earth at the start of your 21st century has lost its charm. At least in this region."
It's wickedly cool, dark, and smart, as befits any story with both Garak and the Master in it.
Nowhere Man
Pairing: Gen, with implications of Doctor/Master (Owen Harper and other Torchwood characters, Elim Garak, Ten/Simm!Master)
Length: 6,818
Author on LJ:
selenakAuthor Website: LJ fic roundup, or at the AO3
Why this must be read:
In "The Sound of Drums," the Master made a brief reference to sending Team Torchwood off on a wild goose chase to the Himalayas before seizing control of Earth. What, exactly, did they do there? Combined with the narrative goldmine of The Year That Never Was, with the Doctor held captive and the planet under the rule of the Master and his floating balls of death the Toclafane, this is already a pretty great setup for an angsty adventure fic.
Adding Elim Garak, DS9's tailor, spy, and consummate survivor, to the mix is a stroke of genius.
When Tosh came across the story about a grey-skinned, horribly deformed man, Owen hoped it would turn out to be a Weevil, but it wasn't a very strong hope. Some variation of leprosy, more likely. Consequently, finding the man in question brought a sense of relief, first and foremost.
"That's an alien," Gwen said, eyes wide.
"Thanks, PC Obvious," Owen replied automatically, but his heart wasn't in it; the relief was already fading. The grey-skinned individual, who vaguely resembled a lizard with his ridges, smiled at them, which was less reassuring than a drawn weapon and a good old fashioned "take me to your leader" would have been. He had very bright blue eyes. Next to Owen, Tosh held herself rigidly. Given how her last alien encounter went, one couldn't blame her.
"You know," said the alien in perfect English, "I'd love to believe this is all an elaborate prank of Dr. Bashir's, and that this holo simulation will end soon, because its charm has started to fade, but somehow, I rather doubt it."
The alien was called Garak ("plain and simple," he said, and Owen decided to check him for pheromones and/or hypnotic powers as soon as possible), claimed to be from the future and after hearing about the Rift in Cardiff was ready to come with them, wishing to return to his own time.
"There is no guarantee," Owen said, trying not to think of Diane in her air plane and failing, as usual. "You could end up anywhere."
"True," Garak conceded, "but frankly, Earth at the start of your 21st century has lost its charm. At least in this region."
It's wickedly cool, dark, and smart, as befits any story with both Garak and the Master in it.
Nowhere Man