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Keeping Time by Akire_Yta, PG-13
Fandom: BANDOM/DOCTOR WHO (Panic! At the Disco)
Pairing: Spencer Smith
Length: About 121,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
akire_yta
Author Website:verbosemofo
Why this must be read: Can 'asdfghjkl;' be an acceptable response as to why this fic must be read? I love this fic, I've read it so many times.
Starting from Season 3, Spencer Smith takes the place of Martha and goes on an adventure with The Doctor instead. The entire Season 3 is re-done, 13 stories along with 5 intermissions and an epilogue.
What I thought was interesting about this series was the writer actually gave us an insight into the aftermath of The Doctor's actions and how it affects 'the companion'. Be ready for some angst my fellow readers! :D
Spencer woke up slowly, groaning. His memories were scrambled -- there had been a clap of thunder like a canon going off. The windows had rattled, and he could have sworn it had started raining up, and then the whole building had starting shaking like there was an earthquake, a big one...
It was dark; the only light the flicker-flash of the fluorescent lights buzzing over his head. Blearily, Spencer looked around, taking in the scattered papers and files, the overturned desk. The administrator's office was wrecked. Spencer was starting to think that maybe he was onto something with his earthquake hypothesis. Wincing, he hauled himself to his feet and looked around for the administrator, people, anything. Beyond the office door he heard someone start screaming. Then a whole chorus.
So not good.
Spencer couldn't see anyone else, so he pushed through the half-open door and into corridor. The screaming grew louder, notes of hysteria and fear clearly audible.
"We're on the moon," someone shouted.
"What the fuck?" Spencer muttered to himself as he turned and walked carefully around the overturned chairs towards the voice. As he passed through a waiting room, he glanced out the window and stopped dead. Outside, it was darker than night, and hanging high in the sky was...was...
"The earth." Spencer felt his throat constrict, his breath caught in his throat. Around him, the fear of the patients was building, growing, becoming an almost tangible thing.
Keeping Time Index
Pairing: Spencer Smith
Length: About 121,000 words
Author on LJ:
akire_ytaAuthor Website:
verbosemofoWhy this must be read: Can 'asdfghjkl;' be an acceptable response as to why this fic must be read? I love this fic, I've read it so many times.
Starting from Season 3, Spencer Smith takes the place of Martha and goes on an adventure with The Doctor instead. The entire Season 3 is re-done, 13 stories along with 5 intermissions and an epilogue.
What I thought was interesting about this series was the writer actually gave us an insight into the aftermath of The Doctor's actions and how it affects 'the companion'. Be ready for some angst my fellow readers! :D
Spencer woke up slowly, groaning. His memories were scrambled -- there had been a clap of thunder like a canon going off. The windows had rattled, and he could have sworn it had started raining up, and then the whole building had starting shaking like there was an earthquake, a big one...
It was dark; the only light the flicker-flash of the fluorescent lights buzzing over his head. Blearily, Spencer looked around, taking in the scattered papers and files, the overturned desk. The administrator's office was wrecked. Spencer was starting to think that maybe he was onto something with his earthquake hypothesis. Wincing, he hauled himself to his feet and looked around for the administrator, people, anything. Beyond the office door he heard someone start screaming. Then a whole chorus.
So not good.
Spencer couldn't see anyone else, so he pushed through the half-open door and into corridor. The screaming grew louder, notes of hysteria and fear clearly audible.
"We're on the moon," someone shouted.
"What the fuck?" Spencer muttered to himself as he turned and walked carefully around the overturned chairs towards the voice. As he passed through a waiting room, he glanced out the window and stopped dead. Outside, it was darker than night, and hanging high in the sky was...was...
"The earth." Spencer felt his throat constrict, his breath caught in his throat. Around him, the fear of the patients was building, growing, becoming an almost tangible thing.
Keeping Time Index