a merry ghoul (
merryghoul) wrote in
crack_van2012-07-09 12:13 am
This is my letter to the World that never wrote to Me (PG)
Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: Gen (Suzie Costello, Jack Harkness, OCs)
Length: One-shot
Author on LJ:
sariagray
Author Website: Master fic list on LJ
Why this must be read: Russell T. Davies wanted to have Suzie as a reoccurring villain, but due to circumstances under his control (first Indira Varma working on 3 lbs, then her pregnancy), he never did get to revisit the character during the first two seasons of Torchwood. As a result, the character of Suzie Costello has little to no backstory about the events that made her turn her back on Torchwood and made her hell-bent on killing her father. This fic creates a possible backstory for Suzie, and the fic does it well. Originally for the
tw_femficfest.
One night, when she was still young enough to be otherwise oblivious to such things, she crept into the kitchen for a glass of milk after a bad dream. From the crack in the doorway, she saw her father strike her mother across the cheek. He shouted that she couldn’t give him “a proper heir, a son” and her mother sobbed foreign words like “inebriate” and “alcoholic.” Wariness turned into an outright fear that guided her, fleet-footed, back to the safety of her bed and her pile of stuffed toys. At some point during the endless night, that fear fossilized into a hard, small knot of anger.
This is my letter to the World that never wrote to Me
Pairing: Gen (Suzie Costello, Jack Harkness, OCs)
Length: One-shot
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Master fic list on LJ
Why this must be read: Russell T. Davies wanted to have Suzie as a reoccurring villain, but due to circumstances under his control (first Indira Varma working on 3 lbs, then her pregnancy), he never did get to revisit the character during the first two seasons of Torchwood. As a result, the character of Suzie Costello has little to no backstory about the events that made her turn her back on Torchwood and made her hell-bent on killing her father. This fic creates a possible backstory for Suzie, and the fic does it well. Originally for the
One night, when she was still young enough to be otherwise oblivious to such things, she crept into the kitchen for a glass of milk after a bad dream. From the crack in the doorway, she saw her father strike her mother across the cheek. He shouted that she couldn’t give him “a proper heir, a son” and her mother sobbed foreign words like “inebriate” and “alcoholic.” Wariness turned into an outright fear that guided her, fleet-footed, back to the safety of her bed and her pile of stuffed toys. At some point during the endless night, that fear fossilized into a hard, small knot of anger.
This is my letter to the World that never wrote to Me
