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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 10:58:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>recs: eighth doctor adventures (EDAs)</title>
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  <description>I know this is a little OT, so mods, feel free to delete if you so desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after having several requests for this over the years, I&apos;ve compiled an EDA rec list for those who don&apos;t want to wade through the entire 74 novels for &apos;the good bits.&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find it &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/triwislinthis/20170.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;triwislinthis&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/triwislinthis/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/triwislinthis/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;triwislinthis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-posted some</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 02:38:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fanfic classics for newbie</title>
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  <description>hello! i&apos;m a newbie to the dr. who fandom, i&apos;m about 3/4 of the way through season 2 of the new series (9th/10th dr-- i just finished the beast episodes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m looking for some good fanfics to read while i wait for the next discs to arrive in the mail. i don&apos;t ship anyone in particular, and am open to gen/het/slash/whatev. i just want really good, really long fanfics. the &quot;classics&quot; of the fandom....the ones everyone knows of and has recc&apos;d a thousand times.... preferrably without spoilers for seasons 3 &amp;amp; 4 (at least until i finish watching them from netflix). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also (and I recognize this is strictly on-topic...) could someone please make a recommendation for me as to whether i should start watching Torchwood after season 2 before starting season 3? i know the series ties in with dr. who (and has jack!!! i loved him from season 1) and i want to know what&apos;s going on without spoiling either show....</description>
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  <category>tenth doctor</category>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 22:15:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tenth Doctor, Multiple Recs</title>
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  <description>I hope I&apos;m posting this right. I&apos;ve been reading through a bunch of fics, and thought I would share some awesome ones I found.  Most have spoilers for S4, so read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rose/Alt!Ten&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://biggrstaffbunch.livejournal.com/79134.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Storyteller&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;biggrstaffbunch&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://biggrstaffbunch.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://biggrstaffbunch.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;biggrstaffbunch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Summary: A tale is all in the telling of it. Rose spins the story until the truth is a complex thing.&lt;/i&gt; I loved the prose, I love the fact that it&apos;s complicated and also the hint of a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://biggrstaffbunch.livejournal.com/75420.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;We Drew Our own Constellations&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;biggrstaffbunch&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://biggrstaffbunch.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://biggrstaffbunch.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;biggrstaffbunch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Surprisingly, there&apos;s dancing in the rain. Not so surprisingly, there&apos;s setting the kitchen on fire, too.&lt;/i&gt; So much to love here. The alternate Doctor is so much like the real one except in some ways, and this fic sucked me and made me laugh and smile the whole way through. My only complaint? It wasn&apos;t long enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://casirafics.livejournal.com/578592.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;A Matter of Timing&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;casirafics&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://casirafics.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://casirafics.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;casirafics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;600 words, ficlet.&lt;/i&gt; Short, sweet, and funny. &lt;i&gt;&quot;I wanted to hear you talk like a Time Lord... while doing something this human. With me.&quot;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://circe-tigana.livejournal.com/906030.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Prokofiev&apos;s Waltz [DEADLY ZEPPELIN AIR PIRATES!]&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;circe_tigana&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://circe-tigana.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://circe-tigana.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;circe_tigana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Dark!crack!fic taking place in the alt!verse fifteen years after Journey&apos;s End.&lt;/i&gt; Agsty and total crack--only, it&apos;s not. It fits them perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack/Nine&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://xtricks.livejournal.com/69933.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Proxy&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;xtricks&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xtricks.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xtricks.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;xtricks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Adult). Heartbreaking. Jack&apos;s longing is so tangible and real, and expressed the only way he knows how. The ship should be Jack/leather jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donna&apos;s Fate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://athousandwinds.livejournal.com/171359.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The New Adventures of Supertemp&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;athousandwinds&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://athousandwinds.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://athousandwinds.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;athousandwinds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Donna, post-Journey&apos;s End.) &lt;i&gt;&quot;You&apos;re wonderful,&quot; he says. &quot;You&apos;re special. You don&apos;t believe me, but it&apos;s true. You&apos;re Donna Noble.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;  This is the Donna we know and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the angst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hitlikehammers.livejournal.com/6159.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Mellowship Slinky&lt;/a&gt; by&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;hitlikehammers&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hitlikehammers.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hitlikehammers.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;hitlikehammers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  (Doctor/Donna. NC17). What would happen if the Doctor couldn&apos;t stay away? Hot and heart-wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other side of the coin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://users.livejournal.com/_thirty2flavors/35956.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;for a hundred indecisions&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;_thirty2flavors&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://users.livejournal.com/_thirty2flavors/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://users.livejournal.com/_thirty2flavors/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;_thirty2flavors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Rose and the Doctor discuss Donna&apos;s fate. &lt;i&gt;“Come on, Doctor, you’ve got some Donna in you – can you honestly tell me you think she’d rather go back to being a temp in Chiswick?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these are just chilling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hamadryad101.livejournal.com/2700.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Lists&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;hamadryad101&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hamadryad101.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hamadryad101.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;hamadryad101&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Short, but it packs a punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sail-aweigh.livejournal.com/151016.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Darkness (Drabble)&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;sail_aweigh&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sail-aweigh.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sail-aweigh.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sail_aweigh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What can I say about a drabble without giving it away. Definitely worth a read.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 19:44:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>LF Captive/Prisoner Dr</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a newbie to both this community and Dr Who fandom(I&apos;ve watched the episodes on TV but it wasn&apos;t until very recently that I found myself drawn into the fandom in a more involved way)&amp;nbsp;and I&apos;m hoping that you can help me out with regards to a certain genre of stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m looking for fic that features The Doctor as a prisoner/captive. Perhaps he was captured by our own government and studied/experimented on, or perhaps it was an alien race.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m very open minded, so the recs can be gen, slash,het anything you like. I also LOVE AU&apos;s and slavefic but I&apos;ll give everything a go so please rec away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I&apos;m not sure if this is appropriate and if it&apos;s not MODS please tell me and I&apos;ll remove the request, but can anyone point me in the direction of a good Dr Who writers com/list. I have a bunny that&apos;s begging to be written but I need some input from people more versed in this fandom.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 17:31:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Post &apos;Journey&apos;s End&apos;, Rose/10.5</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m a looking for a post &apos;Journey&apos;s End&apos; fic of Rose/10.5 in Pete&apos;s World, where it doesn&apos;t work out for many many years, then they come together again. Anything along these lines will be great, although there is one inparticular that I&apos;ve lost, where Rose finds 10.5 working in an elctronic store years after JE.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 01:35:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Looking For Recs</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Hello! I&apos;m a newb to this comm, but I&apos;d though I put a request in anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m looking for some good Tenth Doctor fics, preferably&amp;nbsp;Gen, but&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m not picky&amp;nbsp;. I&apos;ll read just about anything as long as it has a rating less than R.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any help would be greatly appreciated! :D&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 02:32:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Looking For Martha/Doctor/Jack Story</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m looking for a relatively old story, probably from last September or earlier, in which Martha and the Doctor decides that Jack needs a birthday cake/party when he finally lives to be older than the doctor. Of course, they just hop in the Tardis and starting shooting farther and farther in time, and they seem to be having a very fun time of it (I think they may have cake), but the story becomes incredibly poignant as they drop in on Jack at various intervals in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, to Martha and the Doctor, the whole progression takes half an hour to an hour, but Jack&apos;s emotional progression through the story is absolutely beautiful. It was an exceptionally written fic, and I&apos;d like to reference it in some notes I&apos;m making (as things that inspired me to write the piece I&apos;m working on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your help.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 20:43:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Asking for fic recs--Chameleon Arch</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m not sure if this is the right place to ask for general recommendations, but I&apos;ll try anyway.  My apologies if it&apos;s not appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to find any and all fic in which a Timelord &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; than the Doctor or the Master used the Chameleon Arch, particularly if this leads to the Doctor finding other survivors.  Did Romana or Susan use the Arch to escape at the end?  Is Ianto Jones from Torchwood really a Time Lord without knowing it?  (I got this urge from reading an excellent DW/TW fic, &lt;a href=&quot;http://sam-storyteller.livejournal.com/122875.html&quot;&gt;The Doctor and Mister Jones&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;sam_storyteller&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sam-storyteller.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sam-storyteller.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sam_storyteller&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.)  Was some previous companion a Time Lord/Lady without knowing it?  Some random joe out there?  If there are any crossovers out there with this premise, that would be even cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your help.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 01:49:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Second and Seventh Doctor Recs.</title>
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  <description>I just posted a bunch of old skool Who recs on my journal, and I thought I would share them with you all as well.  They are mostly for the Second and Seventh Doctors, but there are a few others thrown in for good measure.  I hope you enjoy the stories as much as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://elyssadc.livejournal.com/7555.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;Follow Me to the Fiction...&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 12:08:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Multi-Era Rec Request</title>
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  <description>Delurking to make a request for fic recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I put every...single...Doctor Who episode Netflix offered in my queue, in chronological order.  I fully intend to fall in love with each and every incarnation of the Doctor.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I would love some fic recs from the various Doctors--I&apos;m pretty well hooked up for Four, but recs for One through Three and Five through Ten would be greatly appreciated. Ships are fine, but gen is good too.  Thank you in advance.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 11:55:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nine/Rose smut fic with a twist?</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve become really intrigued lately with Nine/Rose smutfic (I promise, I&apos;m going to watch Ten soon, really, I just can&apos;t shake Nine yet) wherein sex with the Doctor has some sort of unexpected element to it (hopefully one that makes it better). Most fics just have them getting together like any other man and woman and though I enjoy them, I always think &quot;Come on, sex with an alien has to be different &lt;i&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt;.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not freakishly different, just... something about the Doctor being an alien that makes it something new Rose gets to discover. (And yes, &quot;something different cuz he&apos;s alien&quot; really does open up some crack!fic options, I know. :)) I always like fics about there being a telepathic connection along with the physical. Somehow that just helps convey how all the Walls Are Crumbling Down between them and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, does anyone have some really awesome Nine/Rose recs either along the Psychic!Smut lines, or someone introducing some new, unforeseen insight as to why the Doctor is so cautious about doing the horizontal pretzel?  Which still turns out well for all involved? (Although I warn you, I might have read it already. I&apos;m going through this stuff like water. But the fic monster still says FEED ME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I must admit, the &quot;difference&quot; angle is almost (ALMOST!) more important than smut. Because I&apos;ve also read some non-smut (but still romantic) fics that really knocked my socks off on that count. I mean, we all know that &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;casirafics&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://casirafics.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://casirafics.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;casirafics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://casirafics.livejournal.com/96420.html&quot;&gt;Roundabout&lt;/a&gt; is simply jaw-dropping, but one of the things I loved best about it is that it finally explained to me what it meant to be a Time Lord. What it meant to feel the earth moving, and see every possibility in every event, and to be so tied up with responsibility &lt;i&gt;for the entire universe&lt;/i&gt; that maybe kissing the girl &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; get shoved to the back of one&apos;s mind now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, love to hear what anyone has to offer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x-posted... probably someplace]</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 23:19:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;ve come here not to rec a fic, but looking for recs of a certain kind of fic. Anything to do with John Smith. I absolutely love the two-parter featuring him, and would appreciate reading any fics featuring him- whether it&apos;s Ten reflecting on his time spent as John Smith, and AU where he stays as John Smith or turns into John Smith in a different situation- anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 02:41:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Asking for some Recs</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been sorting through all sorts of places but, being new to the fandomish side of DW I&apos;m getting myself a bit lost.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured I&apos;d put this out to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put under a cut due to spoilers for the finale of Torchwood and the current Dr Who: &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m looking for any fic that deals with Utopia issues, such as the canon reason as to why Jack was left behind by the Doctor - that the Doctor knew Jack is now somewhat immortal and it freaks him out. And what this may mean - the Doctor having known all of this and never finding Jack to explain or apologize. Yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m interested in AU types of post-Utopia, in which &apos;the end&apos; is dealt with differently. Or later on the Doctor once again meets up with Jack, or Jack never leaves the Doctor and agrees to come with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want the Doctor and Jack (and even Martha) explored with the whole, &quot;I was afraid of you because you can&apos;t die anymore and that freaks me out and I&apos;m sorry for abandoning you and I trapped Rose and she&apos;s not coming back, much woe!&quot; issue that most Doctor and TW!Jack (that I&apos;ve found) don&apos;t have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus points to those who can find a fic with a reference to Jack dying to save the world from Torchwood&apos;s finale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be slash, I don&apos;t mind, although if there&apos;s Ianto/Jack it can&apos;t be the main pairing, happy for it to be referred to though. I&apos;m fine with past Rose/Doctor, or past Rose/Doctor/Jack. No Martha pairings please (although I&apos;m happy with one-sided Martha/Doctor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;cantralian&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://cantralian.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://cantralian.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;cantralian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; writes as a heads up. I&apos;m pretty sure this type of fic doesn&apos;t exist, so if you can prove me wrong I will absolutely love you.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Feel free to remove post if it aint welcome. :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 18:44:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Looking For Recs</title>
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  <description>I’m relatively new to the Doctor Who fandom, and started watching the series with the Ninth Doctor.  I haven’t really read any fanfic in this fandom so far, and was looking for a few recs for the aftermath of a certain episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over on Youtube, (I live in the U.S.--we don’t get this episode until next week, I think) I just finished watching the season 3 Doctor Who episode titled &lt;i&gt;42&lt;/i&gt;. I loved it, and just wondered if anyone knows of any fanfic that deals with the episode, or its aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also wondered if there were any other fanfics where Nine or Ten are possessed.  Just those two, since I&apos;ve only ever seen this newest series.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 18:38:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It was a Beautiful Fic</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve come not to rec the Doctor but to seek him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m looking for a fic.  I recall it being beautiful and I recall finding it somehow through this community but I have hunted and searched and can&apos;t find it here.  Of course I don&apos;t remember the title or the author&apos;s name (mind like a steel sieve, me) but it was one of those post Parting of the Ways, recently departed Ninth Doctor walking through fond memories throughout his many lives.  One of the memories was of Susan and a pony.  Another was Jack, Rose, and himself at a bar.  They&apos;re drink and he&apos;s so full of love for them it breaks my heart.  Another is Sarah Jane with plant monsters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it back when I wasn&apos;t tagging favorites, oh so long ago, perhaps even last year:-)  Can anyone help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2007 18:43:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>10th/Rose recs, please?</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m looking for some Ten/Rose fics, with Martha in them (post Doomsday but maybe with an alternative ending where Rose is still with the Doctor or she returns), if it&apos;s possible. If not, I would like to read some Ten/Rose, I miss her too much,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2007 14:35:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>multiple recs, tenth doctor</title>
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  <description>Organized by ep they come after/have spoilers for.  All are Ten&apos;n&apos;Martha, varying from gen to shippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smith &amp; Jones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://calapine.livejournal.com/368898.html&quot;&gt;UST&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;calapine&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://calapine.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://calapine.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;calapine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;PG.  Like star-crossed lovers. Only not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Now first things first: wardrobe.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Something wrong with my clothes?&quot; asked Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, you can&apos;t go out in that little...&quot; He realised that in-between the pointing finger and eyebrow movement, he was staring somewhere significantly lower than her eyes. &quot;You can&apos;t go out like that,&quot; he said as he turned away to look very intently at the console. &quot;It&apos;ll probably be cold or raining or volcanic.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Volcanic?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yeah...we probably shouldn&apos;t go outside if it&apos;s volcanic.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/lifeonmartha/84032.html&quot;&gt;A Planet Near Arcturus&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;nostalgia_lj&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://nostalgia-lj.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://nostalgia-lj.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;nostalgia_lj&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;R.  If he doesn&apos;t intend to keep her then there&apos;s nothing to stop him sleeping with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;So,&quot; she says, stretching on that bed that isn&apos;t hers and never will be, &quot;Earth girls are easy?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they&apos;re not. They&apos;re terrifyingly complex and their emotions are enough to confuse even a man who had to negotiate his way through the labyrinthine courtships of Gallifrey (no, don&apos;t think about her, don&apos;t think about any of them) and who won a game of postal chess against an unbeaten planet-sized AI (that&apos;s better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &quot;Yeah, a bit.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha doesn&apos;t mind one bit, because he hasn&apos;t yet taught her to expect too much. He is careful not to make a promise when he kisses her (don&apos;t make one to her either), because she isn&apos;t staying and is mere nerve-endings.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/lifeonmartha/85564.html&quot;&gt;Remorse for Any Death&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;doyle_sb4&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://doyle-sb4.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://doyle-sb4.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;doyle_sb4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;G.  One last kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s sad and it’s terrifying and wonderful every time, that moment when he feels his cells pass the point of no return, that feeling like sliding into sleep and the knowledge that this is the last time he’ll be seeing through these eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the very last thing he sees is always different. The Earth sky. Gallifrey turning to ash. People he’s loved and left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it’s Martha Jones.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://misscam.livejournal.com/272198.html&quot;&gt;Five Times After Goodbye&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;PG-13.  Twenty years after she said one goodbye, she wonders if this is a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is no mistaking the sound of the TARDIS - ancient, timeless, sounding a little bit like someone forgot to oil it. Even so, Martha is rather convinced she is hearing things - right up until the TARDIS materializes in her living room and the Doctor steps out, smiling at her as if they only saw each other yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, for him twenty years might be yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Martha Jones!&quot; he beams. &quot;I was... Hang on, did you redecorate? Blimey, you are fast. Thought about entering the Universe Games? You might get a bronze. Well, if you lose your affinity for green.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stares at him and he stares back for a moment, eyes very brown, browner than she remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I haven&apos;t been gone five minutes while you tried to calm your mum,&quot; he says after a moment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Shakespeare Code&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://calapine.livejournal.com/371037.html&quot;&gt;Breathing Space&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;calapine&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://calapine.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://calapine.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;calapine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;G.  Martha blows the candle out, but the Doctor&apos;s still awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid5&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;ve been rude, haven&apos;t I?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor stole a sideways look at Martha, able to see her really quite well in the darkness, but she hadn&apos;t moved. He couldn&apos;t see her face, but guessed from her breathing that she was still very much awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Rose,&quot; he said, &quot;Rose would have told me I was being rude. And she&apos;d have told me to apologise.&quot; Martha still didn&apos;t move, and her breathing hadn&apos;t changed. Maybe she was asleep after all. &quot;I&apos;m sorry, Martha.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gridlock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/lifeonmartha/113483.html&quot;&gt;Second Invitation&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;parrotfish&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://parrotfish.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://parrotfish.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;parrotfish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;G.  Twice in one day. However obliquely, Martha knew that the Doctor had invited her twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid6&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;’Does the Tardis end?’ is not a simple question?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, no. It depends what you mean by ‘end.” If you mean, ‘At any given point in time and space, does the Tardis occupy the universe in its entirety?’ then the answer is, ‘No.’ But if you mean, ‘Does the Tardis encompass infinite possibilities the execution of which can result in the presentation of infinite simultaneous manifestations relative to known configurations of existence?’ the answer is, ‘Yes.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the hell does that mean?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor grinned, looking truly relaxed for the first time in hours. “It means it’s bigger on the inside.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://calapine.livejournal.com/375029.html&quot;&gt;The Long Road to Nowhere&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;calapine&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://calapine.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://calapine.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;calapine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;G.  Glimpses of the past (or Martha finds out stuff about the Doctor&apos;s deep Time Lord emo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid7&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;One of your people?&quot; asked Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What happened to her?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha couldn&apos;t see what had changed, but suddenly the Doctor was standing there, framed in white, his eyes bright as they fixed on hers, and she felt like she had noticed the precipice far, far too late. Martha held her breath, and found she couldn&apos;t look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;She fought the war,&quot; he said, &quot;and the war won.&quot;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/lifeonmartha/110940.html&quot;&gt;Nothing But Flowers&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;violetisblue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://violetisblue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://violetisblue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;violetisblue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;NC-17.  There&apos;s flowers, sex and breakfast in bed, but the honeymoon&apos;s still over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid8&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Look, just say you&apos;re not answering, that I&apos;m a horrible rude bint and I don&apos;t get any more sweets--&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I didn&apos;t say I wasn&apos;t answering, just didn&apos;t know the question was tormenting you so.&quot; He cocked an eyebrow at her, hair fanning straight up from his scalp like a featherdress. &quot;I mean, I must have sex, right? What&apos;s the alternative?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How about asexual reproduction, just for starters? Parthenogenesis. Gemmules. Cell regeneration, there&apos;s a obvious guess--&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Darling wee itsy-bitsy time-babies woven on great big clackety-clacking looms--&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/lifeonmartha/125889.html&quot;&gt;Placebo&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;iamsab&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://iamsab.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://iamsab.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;iamsab&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;PG? (no author rating.) Ten and Martha after the conversation at the end of Gridlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid9&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Doctor looks away. “So!” he leaps to his feet. “To space and time we go?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not yet,” says Martha, but she stands. What she knows about him is that he’s angry, terribly angry and almost as lonely. That Rose was a palliative but not a cure, and that she, Martha, didn’t sign on as his doctor to heal his lonely soul. Goddamned broken men, always ruin the best girls, Martha thinks. None of us can resist the urge to fix ‘em.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://chicklet73.livejournal.com/274434.html&quot;&gt;Inevitable&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;chicklet73&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chicklet73.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chicklet73.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;chicklet73&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;G.  The Doctor is absolutely positively sure that it&apos;s time for Martha to go home. Immediately. Maybe. One trip, one story, one pair of platform shoes. Will he be snookered again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid10&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she did fancy him, it was really all her own fault (and reason number six million and two that they needed to part ways, pronto). It’s not as if he was encouraging it at all. Not in the least. Not once in the short time they’d known each other; not since the moment they met in the hosp--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something occured to him and he abruptly turned, grinned at his reflection, and winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was rather endearing. Charming, even. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Lazarus Experiment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/42number/34750.html&quot;&gt;Our Lack of Social Skills&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;zauberer_sirin&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://zauberer-sirin.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://zauberer-sirin.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;zauberer_sirin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;R. The pretty clothes made them do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid11&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;“This started because…” he murmurs. She takes his hand and puts it behind her, on her back, her fingertips over her spine one two three as if counting vertebrae. “Oh, right,” a bit distracted, but kissing her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He feels soft and edgy, all bones under her touch –she wonders if Time Lords need to shave, how it´s the hair growth in his species; she catches herself wondering about the colour and taste and feel of his blood when she bites his lower lip a bit too much - hey -sorry -no, it´s fun and he bites back, softer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has to admit it: there will always be a (great) part of microscope-curiosity in her desire for him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=12590&quot;&gt;Closer to Fine&lt;/a&gt;, by Etherati.  &lt;br /&gt;PG.  The Doctor is very good at pretending that he’s fine, but he’s running on fumes, and hiding in the shadows is no way to replenish your light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid12&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;It had started with the ice skating, the frozen-blue mineral lakes. No monsters, no crazy experiments or ancient enemies or great threats to the fabric of the universe, thankfully, but that planet was freezing — not intolerably so, but definitely enough to chill her to shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she’d skated, and he’d made an attempt, and he’d tried to keep the smiling mask in place. It had slipped here and there. Not enough to see what was underneath it; just enough to see that something was there, writhing and hurting and white-hot. The happiness had only been genuine for a moment, when they were tired and red-faced from the wind and wobbling from too long spent in the awkward skates and he’d let himself fall into a nearby snowdrift, sending a great puff of blue powder up around himself. He grinned at the night sky as the flakes fell and caught on his eyelashes, frosting his pale skin, and he’d laughed, and she’d laughed, and for just a second, everything had been all right again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://chicklet73.livejournal.com/281155.html&quot;&gt;Contact&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;chicklet73&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chicklet73.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chicklet73.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;chicklet73&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;G.  This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Or, at least, a cup of warm milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid13&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;She came over to sit beside him. “Are you OK? I thought I heard you shouting...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah. Well. Yes. I was just working on a bit of problem-solving, tweaking some of the TARDIS software, and we had a bit of what you could call a ‘critical error’ but I was calling it something more colorful and maybe tapping the console gently with a mallet and then I hit my own finger in the process and might have raised my voice about that which is probably what you heard and I hope you don’t mind that we might not have any hot water for your next three showers and actually, I’m lying. I couldn’t sleep. Well, I could sleep. I did sleep. Had a rather unpleasant dream.” He took a deep breath, unsure of exactly how that had slipped out but relatively sure it was Martha’s fault. The girl was like truth serum in cute boots (or food-festooned sleepwear, for that matter).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://eve11.livejournal.com/300199.html&quot;&gt;The Wind&apos;s Will&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;eve11&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://eve11.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://eve11.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;eve11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;G.  On Kurhan, the Doctor learns that neither he nor Martha are very good skaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid14&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I was sure I was better at this, once,&quot; the Doctor says, staring up at the black, star-specked sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, he doesn&apos;t mind the fall. This expanse of cold, entropic space at his back is just what he needs. Sky above, sky below; the mineral ice is clear as glass. The only break is from the distant bluish snowdrifts, winds hollowing out the space underneath the tips until they look like waves about to break. And if he closes his eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage. Burning, screaming--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;--long has it been?&quot;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Human Nature&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lizbee.livejournal.com/643953.html&quot;&gt;Huntsman&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;lizbee&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lizbee.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lizbee.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;lizbee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;PG-13. &quot;A passing huntsman heard Red Riding Hood&apos;s cries...&quot;  Martha knows where fairy tales come from.  She just never expected to be part of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid15&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;It was the same dream, every night. Why had she only realised that now? Because she was traveling through time and space with an alien, and that wasn&apos;t exactly a lifestyle conducive to long, introspective conversations about dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same dream, about a corridor and a door. Where had she seen that before? It was so vivid, like something from her childhood. She used to have recurring dreams about swimming pools. A corridor and a door and a secret on the other side---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shot to the surface. &quot;Bloody Harry Potter,&quot; she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing at all, she&apos;d just been plagiarising Jo Rowling in her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn&apos;t mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She submerged again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was getting cold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/lifeonmartha/184391.html&quot;&gt;The Future in Sepia&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;lizbee&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lizbee.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lizbee.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;lizbee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;PG-13.  Martha has seen the future, a sepia picture of mud, death and wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid16&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Martha has seen the future, a sepia picture of mud, death and wire. It horrified her when she was little, an old-fashioned vision of Hell. It horrifies her now, bacteria in trench mud eating away at feet, lungs consumed by mustard gas, a generation of men crushed by a machine they couldn&apos;t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she&apos;s starting to get used to the idea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family of Blood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/smith_n_jones/38517.html&quot;&gt;Oversight&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;fyrdrakken&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://fyrdrakken.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://fyrdrakken.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;fyrdrakken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;PG-13.  It was simply untrue that he&apos;d never considered the possibility that &quot;John Smith&quot; might fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid17&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;It honestly never occurred to him that if he fell in love as a human it wouldn&apos;t be with Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was something so safe about letting Martha Jones and John Smith work things out for themselves. Because they both knew it wasn&apos;t really him, not the Doctor -- it was a safe normal human. If Martha stopped being interested, or they managed to completely cock things up between them, then all she had to do was open the watch and undo it all. He&apos;d go back to being the Doctor, and they could both pretend John Smith had never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if things went well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no hurry on opening the watch, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the universe needed the last Time Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he could take a little sabbatical.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/smith_n_jones/42366.html&quot;&gt;And Jelly Babies&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;gnimaerd&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://gnimaerd.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://gnimaerd.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;gnimaerd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;PG.  A little snippet of domestic life as the sole breadwinner in a house with a hungry doctor to support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid18&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Oh, brilliant,” he grins, examining his handful, “lovely – green ones. I like green ones. Do you like green ones? I’ve got red in here as well, you know, they’re always good. And yellow. And black – yuck. I don’t like black. I used to, but not anymore. But the green ones are good. Do you want a green one?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Doctor,” she can’t help but feel fonder of him than she should. She wants to ruffle his hair, all of a sudden, as he rests one elbow on the counter and selects a green jelly baby from the pile to proffer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sure.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your loss,” he bites off its head and continues to grin at her as he chews.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Implied Big Bad Spoilers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ionlylurkhere.livejournal.com/9719.html&quot;&gt;The Game of Making&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;ionlylurkhere&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ionlylurkhere.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ionlylurkhere.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ionlylurkhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;R.  Martha discovers what the Doctor really likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid19&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here is how the game is played:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells him an early memory, a formative experience. He explains to her how he could manipulate it to change her personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both become excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the crucial moment, he asks &quot;Are you sure this is what you want?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says &quot;Make me, Time Lord.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <description>Hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m new to the fandom and I thought that the folks of this Comm could help me. I’m desperate to find and read some good 9th Doctor/Rose Fiction, any rating, though, NC-17 is my favorite, being naughty as I am. Can anyone make some recommendations for me?</description>
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  <description>Okay, so I&apos;m in a babyfic mood. Anyone know where I can find some babyfics of these pairings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stargate Atlantis: John/Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Stargate SG-1: Jack/Sam&lt;br /&gt;Law &amp; Order: SVU: Elliot/Olivia&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who: 9/Rose and 10/Rose</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2006 06:32:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I saw a few posts down someone searching for fics and no one seemed to mind, I thought I&apos;d give it a go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m relatively new to the Doctor Who fandom but I&apos;ve already managed to misplace the whereabouts of a fic or two I&apos;d love to see if they were continued.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is a Rose and I think Ten pairing.  It could have been Nine, but I think it was Ten.  It was something to do about the Doctor being captured by some sort of alien being and was being experimented on.  However, this experimentation was at the hands of some rogue scientist and the other aliens were horrified once they learned about it.  It might have had to do with the Doctor&apos;s memories...  Anyhow, the Doctor turned crazy, wild almost, and only Rose could get him to calm down somewhat.  For some reason I&apos;m thinking feathers are associated with these aliens.  (Sorry for the disjointedness and wandering description, hopefully it makes sense to someone.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one I&apos;m looking for isn&apos;t really about the Doctor, it&apos;s about Jack being left on the satellite.  He made his way down to earth or some place and he&apos;s basically selling himself to the captain/owner of a spaceship for a night or so, to get passage on the ship.  The owner is pretty scary and has all sorts of unpleasant things planned for Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, hope it&apos;s ok to ask this here and any help would be appreciated, thanks!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:38:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Last First Doctor</title>
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  <description>The Last First Doctor, by amberite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=7599&quot;&gt;http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=7599&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;author&apos;s summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The frightening new adventure of Rose Tyler coming into her own after Doomsday. We will see intimacy, poetic justice, some aphorisms, and familiar unfamiliar places. Not a reunion fic, but did I mention that it travels in time?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken TARDIS and broken Rose meet in the Alt Universe.  The language is gorgeous, the feeling that we, as readers, are being pulled with Rose into an alien sensorium where the only thead in common is terrible loss and withering pain, but the powerful urge to survive and move on and embrace life again is there as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some drawings and photos are imbedded in the text, and though I&apos;m not a fan of this in general, it&apos;s not too distracting, and I imagine some people will enjoy what it lends to the story.  Oh, and it&apos;s got Mickey and Jake!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2006 01:44:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Multiple Recs - Various Rating, Various Pairings</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/users/loneraven/428465.html&quot;&gt;After Ever Happily&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;loneraven&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://loneraven.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://loneraven.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;loneraven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Lovely gen story, focusing on the Doctor and story-telling, over the years and the different incarnations of the Doctor. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are no monsters on Gallifrey. Nothing chases children through their dreams, no ghosts, no bogeymen, no bears on the pavement cracks. They sleep easy, and they wake up and there are stiff, stylised tales of tradition and the endless passage of time, but no monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No heroes, either, but no-one ever talks about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must be it, the Doctor muses, padding barefoot around the console room of the TARDIS. Round and round, fretfully round and round, avoiding the cracks as the ship drifts lazily through the darkness of interstellar night. He’s seen the real universe now, and that must be why he can’t ever sleep any more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://regala-electra.livejournal.com/185218.html&quot;&gt;Parts&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;regala_electra&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://regala-electra.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://regala-electra.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;regala_electra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Hot, great long fic in which Rose and the Doctor go from looking to touching. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She has been looking. And of course she likes what she sees. She&apos;s not blind. It&apos;s intoxicating and while Cassandra had blathered about hormones, as if they were a curse, Rose enjoys the giddy sensations that can bubble forth with just a glance at a right angle, a glimpse at the corner of her eye. Entertaining a private notion locked away securely in her mind is perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, having her private notions broadcast over the mass network of giant screens at a bar at the Joxpreliin Platform has pretty much been one of her most embarrassing days ever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/users/the_royal_anna/43961.html&quot;&gt;Birthday Girl&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;the_royal_anna&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://the-royal-anna.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://the-royal-anna.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;the_royal_anna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Rose&apos;s twentieth birthday.&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rose is twenty today – no longer a teenager, although she hadn&apos;t thought about it until half-way through breakfast. She thinks she should feel old but she doesn&apos;t. She feels reckless, maybe because this morning he gave her a bracelet, and it&apos;s the kind of bracelet you give a girl when you&apos;ve never bought a girl a bracelet before. At the back of her head a little voice whispers that nine hundred years is a long time to wait to give a girl a bracelet. So she sits swinging her legs from her perch on the edge of the console, in spite of what he&apos;s said before about disrupting the centrifugal something-or-other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lilith-morgana.livejournal.com/271424.html&quot;&gt;That I lost my center&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;lilith_morgana&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lilith-morgana.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lilith-morgana.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;lilith_morgana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Slightly AU Ten/Reinette. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;You always look the same,&quot; she says to him in the corridors of Versailles. She&apos;s nineteen years old, and about to stand bride. Should have come sooner, she thinks. Should have come for me but she is not one to grasp at illusions and fairy tales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh, I really don&apos;t,&quot; he replies, smiling. &quot;Quite pleased with this appearance, though – you could say I&apos;m on an up-and-up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn&apos;t matter to her that he speaks with an accent she did not know existed, or that his words are unfamiliar and oddly harsh to her ears. She can see into his eyes as they sit down in the privacy of her room; read new secrets in them every brief moment he gives her. That is enough. She never demands the truth about him, only asks for the mission he has in Paris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why this place?&quot; she asks. &quot;Why Versailles?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Because this is a place where the impossible happens,&quot; he says, but unconvincingly. &quot;And I&apos;m afraid I can&apos;t stay long.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s searching for something in her life and Reinette knows that it&apos;s not her. She is merely an accident.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://aeshna-uk.livejournal.com/1498.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;Encounters on the Slow Road&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;aeshna_uk&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://aeshna-uk.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://aeshna-uk.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;aeshna_uk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Jack/Sarah-Jane.  One night stand with unexpected results. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid5&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He grinned and leaned in to press a quick kiss against her lips. &quot;What time do you need to leave?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Checkout is by eleven, I think, but I really do need to be underway before then.&quot; She stretched, feeling fresh aches and bruises that she couldn&apos;t regret for a moment. &quot;What about you, Jack?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh, I&apos;m easy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn&apos;t help herself. &quot;I&apos;d noticed.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It&apos;s one of my best features.&quot; He chuckled, then said, &quot;It&apos;s been fun.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It has.&quot; Sarah stroked a lock of dark hair back from his forehead, understanding that this was a one-off and finding that she didn&apos;t mind. Liaisons like this were brief, mayfly things, glorious in their span but not made to last beyond the moment. &quot;Thank you, Jack.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/users/anniesj/442323.html&quot;&gt;Thank Your Lucky Stars&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;anniesj&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://anniesj.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://anniesj.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;anniesj&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Rose doesn&apos;t look back. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid6&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She manages to bring Wilson the lottery money for the week. The plastic dummies watch lifelessly as she hands over the envelope. He asks her out, like he always does. She gives him lip, like she always does. They each go home alone. She kisses her mum on the cheek and her mum tells her she&apos;s wearing too much eyeliner again. She calls Mickey. He tells her he loves her; she shimmies her way out of reciprocating. Again. She goes to sleep. She dreams about corsets and Christmas and warm, warm fingers wrapped tightly around her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm clock rings. She wakes up lonely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://cherryice.livejournal.com/141497.html&quot;&gt;Everyone You Know&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;cherryice&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://cherryice.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://cherryice.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;cherryice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Brilliant Jack character study, set after &apos;The Doctor Dances&apos; and focusing on how Jack feels about those missing two years.  &lt;a name=&quot;cutid7&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He thinks he should probably be homesick, but there&apos;s no place he&apos;d rather be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor is standing in the doorway of the TARDIS, arms crossed and shadowed in the faint light cast from inside. He could be watching the threads, a show (celebration) put on by the planet&apos;s sentient flora every two centuries, but Jack can feel the weight of his eyes, knows that he&apos;s watching him, watching Rose, watching him watch Rose. Jack just smiles and tips his face to the night breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is warm, soft, full of wonder, and Jack closes his eyes and commits it to memory – Rose&apos;s soft laughter, the texture of the grass against his palms, the smell of curry drifting from the meal half-eaten on the TARDIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree he&apos;s propped against flexes a little, brushes his cheek with a soft crinkle of leaves. He smiles and runs a hand down the bark, then Rose is there, pulling him to his feet. &quot;Come on,&quot; she says, eyes still wide and staring at the sky around them. There are threads of gossamer caught in her hair and the wind pulls at them, winding silver around her. &quot;I bet the view is amazing from that rise,&quot; she says, pulling at his hand, and they are off, laughing, cool breeze on their faces and darting through the warmth of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor is watching them, and Jack wonder if Rose knows why. Knows that the Doctor may have been here for this celebration before, watched the trees release their silk and heard them rustle their leaves in song; but he has never seen this, seen Jack and Rose running through the grass and gossamer and starlight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/users/themonkeycabal/109661.html&quot;&gt;Steal Me Away&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;themonkeycabal&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://themonkeycabal.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://themonkeycabal.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;themonkeycabal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Jack reunites with Rose and the Doctor some time after the events in &apos;Parting of the Ways&apos;. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid8&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alright, that was enough of that. He felt his jaw tightening, but he tried for light and friendly. &quot;Hey, maybe you&apos;d clue me in. See, I&apos;ve got this little blank spot where a couple of years used to be, and--&quot; The man&apos;s smile broadened into a grin, and Jack&apos;s words died on his lips. Oh, God, he knew that grin. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have an organised DW rec post &lt;a href=&quot;http://nuit-belle.livejournal.com/26148.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; in my lj - it hasn&apos;t been updated in a while, though.</description>
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  <category>tenth doctor</category>
  <category>ninth doctor</category>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 13:10:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tenth Doctor: &quot;Downtime&quot; by Cryptile</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Story title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=6149&quot;&gt;Downtime&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;cryptile&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://cryptile.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://cryptile.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;cryptile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; So much for leaving at Christmas . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why You Should Read It:&lt;/b&gt; It&apos;s quite obvious that some time must have passed between &quot;The Christmas Invasion&quot; and &quot;New Earth&quot; (They even moved the TARDIS). &lt;br /&gt;So, why were they staying? What happened in between? &quot;Downtime&quot; is Cryptile&apos;s answer to that and it&apos;s  magnificently done. &lt;br /&gt;Her take on the Doctor is quite unique, a bit more alien and a good bit more crazy than usual, but in my opinion just plain perfect for the post-regeneration.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 08:06:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tenth Doctor: &quot;Mockingbird&quot; by icebluenothing</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Story title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://icebluenothing.livejournal.com/126619.html&quot;&gt;Mockingbird&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://icebluenothing.livejournal.com/126619.html&quot;&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://icebluenothing.livejournal.com/126845.html&quot;&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;icebluenothing&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://icebluenothing.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://icebluenothing.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;icebluenothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Rose was convinced -- even though he looked nothing like the man she&apos;d met, this new man was still the Doctor. Unless it was all a lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why You Should Read It:&lt;/b&gt; Because it will have you on the edge of your seat.  It combines a great, exciting, unpredictable plot with spot on characterizations and dialogs. Just perfect!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Aug 2006 23:18:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>multiple recs/Author rec: misscam</title>
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  <description>(Quite possible, that everyone here already knows &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;s stories, but I&apos;m going to rec her anyway, just in case...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just say, read everything &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has ever written, indeed I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; say read everything &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has ever written -- &lt;a href=&quot;http://misscam.livejournal.com/221479.html&quot;&gt;here is her fic master list&lt;/a&gt; -- but I will point out some of my favorites, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eight Doctor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://misscam.livejournal.com/194232.html&quot;&gt;Today&apos;s Not Over Yet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Tomorrow, the world is ending, and today, he is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why You Should Read It:&lt;/b&gt; This story is the ultimate &quot;What would you do if it was your last day on Earth?&quot; for the Doctor (who is able to cheat a little of course, thanks to his TARDIS). Beautifully done, with great references to past (and future) companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nine/Rose&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/1018782.html&quot;&gt;Measures of Time&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Another wound of the time war, another fall, just as when Gallifrey burned and she became the last of her kind in the Universe. Just as he did. She alone but for him, and he alone but for Rose. He repaired her then. He&apos;ll repair her now. She saved him then. She&apos;ll save him now, save them both. She loves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Mature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why You Should Read It:&lt;/b&gt; A wonderful Rose/Nine story, giving the basic scenario of &quot;The Parting of the Way&quot; a different turn. But what makes this really outstanding is the way &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; uses the TARDIS like a full character. Done before, but never better than here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ten/Rose&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/1724400.html&quot;&gt;How to Live&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; He&apos;s decided she will live. Everything else becomes a matter of how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Mature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why You Should Read It:&lt;/b&gt; Read it for the &quot;to die for&quot; Ten-voice, read it for the perfect lines, read it for the angst, read it for the smut... it has everything and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/1475904.html&quot;&gt;Ten Lessons the Doctor Learned From Sex and One He Didn&apos;t&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; He&apos;s always known sex is more than the act itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Mature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why You Should Read It:&lt;/b&gt; As I first stumbled over a rec for this, I feared it would be one of those awful &quot;I try to be funny&quot;-fics or some mindless PWP -- boy was I wrong! It &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; about sex, all right, but a fic with more insight in a character is really hard to find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/1427940.html&quot;&gt;Come Tomorrow&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; He clearly shouldn&apos;t have labelled Rose &apos;do not shag under any circumstances&apos; quite so strongly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why You Should Read It:&lt;/b&gt; With a summary line like that, what else do I have to say? Maybe that fun and smut is just the one part, angst, depth and complexity is the other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/2043291.html&quot;&gt;Rest of a Life&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; There is no happily ever after with him. She&apos;s learned it. She just wishes she hadn&apos;t, that she could live in an illusion of the two of them, for the rest of their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Mature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why You Should Read It:&lt;/b&gt; Cause it&apos;s so sexy and so funny and then &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many more stories from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;misscam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://misscam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;misscam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and all great: &lt;a href=&quot;http://misscam.livejournal.com/221479.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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