I had to go away and think about this story, and then I recced it to a friend who's not a big H/D fan (who really enjoyed it too), and then it stayed on my mind until I had to read it again. And I just had to write about it in my journal. So I thought I should post it here, since the chance that you follow my journal is slim to none, and I really want you to know how much this story affected me.
I think my favourite fic of the WC so far might be Lamp in the Cooling Room. I actually groaned when I realised that the POV in this story was a six-year-old female OC. This author (and I think I might possibly know this one, which if it's right will tickle me because I'm still haven't read enough to recognise styles yet) somehow managed to win me over in just a few hundred words, and I can't imagine a better way to tell this story. The suspense is ramped up through snatches of overheard conversation and little hints of concern and fear, and it's all so real that the ending becomes that much more powerful. It's an extraordinary read, a story that I'd recommend to anyone, even if they're not H/D fans.