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Entry tags:
Hunger Games/Doctor Who (PG)
Title: "District Eight" by
irony_rocks
Pairing: Amy/Rory, Doctor/River
Author on LJ:
irony_rocks
Author Website: Master Fic List
Why this must be read: This author (also the mod of
het_reccers) is one of my absolute favorites, and every time I start on a new fandom I'm delighted to see she's already been kicking ass and taking names there, too. "District Eight" is short fusion tale wherein Amelia Pond and Rory Williams are chosen as District 8’s Tributes for the 100th Hunger Games. As always,
irony_rocks nails the characterizations, for both fandoms, and leaves you wanting more. (Also, River Song would probably be the best mentor ever.)
When she is sixteen years old, and her name is on four separate slips of paper, tumbling around in the lottery, Amy and Mels trade jabs with each other in whispered jest. “May the Odds be ever in your favor!” they mock, simultaneously, and are unceremoniously shushed by three girls around them. Not many find humor in the situation, and truthfully, Amy doesn’t either, but it’s either joke about it or throw up – and Amy has too strong of a stomach for that.
But when the Reaping starts, they both go as silent as the rest.
She stands shoulder-to-shoulder with all the other girls, some younger, a few older – and when the woman from the Capital calls out the male tribute first, Amy freezes. She looks across the courtyard to the boys, finding one in particular. Rory Williams. Oh, god no. Not him, not him. She finds Mels’ hand next to hers without even realizing it, because Mels is the only person in all the world that knows why Amy would react this way – Rory Williams was the boy with the bread, the boy who once – at the age of seven, so small in stature that he might have gotten lost in a crowd of three – had given her a loaf of bread and saved her life from the brink of starvation.
“And the female Tribute,” the voice calls out, while Amy is barely paying attention, “is Amelia Pond.”
District Eight
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Pairing: Amy/Rory, Doctor/River
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When she is sixteen years old, and her name is on four separate slips of paper, tumbling around in the lottery, Amy and Mels trade jabs with each other in whispered jest. “May the Odds be ever in your favor!” they mock, simultaneously, and are unceremoniously shushed by three girls around them. Not many find humor in the situation, and truthfully, Amy doesn’t either, but it’s either joke about it or throw up – and Amy has too strong of a stomach for that.
But when the Reaping starts, they both go as silent as the rest.
She stands shoulder-to-shoulder with all the other girls, some younger, a few older – and when the woman from the Capital calls out the male tribute first, Amy freezes. She looks across the courtyard to the boys, finding one in particular. Rory Williams. Oh, god no. Not him, not him. She finds Mels’ hand next to hers without even realizing it, because Mels is the only person in all the world that knows why Amy would react this way – Rory Williams was the boy with the bread, the boy who once – at the age of seven, so small in stature that he might have gotten lost in a crowd of three – had given her a loaf of bread and saved her life from the brink of starvation.
“And the female Tribute,” the voice calls out, while Amy is barely paying attention, “is Amelia Pond.”
District Eight