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February 2008
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Doctor Who

Valentine's Day, This Year
by koshiroryuu/puipui

[ Martha | PG13 | 1/1 ]

I love Martha, and I will never, ever tire of stories dealing with The Year That Never Was. This story is both heartbreaking and hopeful, and nearly made me cry because it's *Martha,* and what she did was incredible.

    Martha Jones is one of the very few people who remembers the first time Valentine's Day this year happened, and she's the only one who remembers it from below, who felt the ground and smelled the air. She's the only one who knows. She met people and touched people and talked to people, and sometimes, at night, she lies awake and racks her brain to remember anything about them that she can, anything at all, that isn't one big blur. But she talked to so many people that year, she saw so many faces, and it all just ran together after a while, and so that whole day was mostly a rush, nothing different, with nothing to tell her that all of those faces would need remembering someday, nothing unusual to make her stop and actually look.



And Then They Lived
by sadieko

[ Iroh/Toph, Zuko/Mai | PG13 | 1/1 ]

This isn’t a relationship I’d ever imagined as a *pairing,* and may squick some people badly, but this is *glorious.* Despite being wildly implausible, Toph and Iroh’s voices still ring true. I *adore* both Iroh and Toph’s interaction with Zuko, because Zuko is a giant dork and I like seeing him suffer. heh.

    “Isn’t he like five hundred years older than you?” Sokka asked. He had his hand on his chin as he worked his way through some serious mental calculations, but by the look on his face, the answers he was coming up with were deeply disturbing.

    “I think it’s only about a hundred or so,” Toph corrected him as she messily pinned her hair back, “But he is at least twice as old as my father. Hey,” she said, waving in Katara’s direction, “Make sure you mention that in the letter to my parents.”

As an extra bonus, there’s also a comic following Iroh and Toph’s married life, and Zuko’s mental breakdown.

Only Might
by jetamors

[ Hamma | PG13 | 1/1 ]

I think most of fandom agrees that 3.08 was one heck of a creepy episode, primarily because of Hamma and what she’s capable of doing. This fic takes place during her years of captivity, and follows her down the path to murder (and insanity).

    Hamma watched all of them, people and animals alike, and considered her own situation carefully in light of what she saw. Her fellow prisoners were no help; if any of them had the ability to escape, they would have done so long ago. But the rats and the guards held a key. There were really only two sorts of people, Hamma decided: the powerful and the powerless. And the only way to gain power was through strength: brute physical force, or bending, or intelligence, or an iron will.

by sporkyadrasteia

[ Hamma | R | 1/1 ]

This Hamma fic is even darker than the last; there is no shying away from the brutality of the Fire Nation prison here (although I found the rape a bit gratuitous, all considered).

    You are alone in this locked cell in this rocking ship of steel and it is this fact more than anything that humiliates you.

    Had you left in the previous raid, you would have been with Akna the healer and Chupun, your neighbor. Had you submitted to the raid before that, you would have been in the comfort of the great Pikatti, who could pin an otter seal 100 paces away with his ice daggers, and perhaps that brave young son of Kara who had only begun his first lessons before the Fire ships docked. But, while as you have failed as have your family, friends and heroes, you have no one to hug, no one to talk to, no one to share your fears.

    And you hate these men of flame and metal for making the life of the last Southern waterbender painful as well as meaningless.

The 10th Kingdom

Waking Hours
by kittu9

[ Christine, Virginia, Tony | PG13 | 1/1 ]

This story remembers that fairy tales are often dark, and the people imperfect. This story is creepy, and deeply disturbing: Christine slowly looses control, and slips over the edge.

    It’s subtle at first—one doesn’t reach precipices like this without a journey of some sort, even if the quest is just another late-night run to the All-In-One Mart—and Christine can at first ignore it.

    (But she is so unhappy, and deeply sickened by her child, as one possessed. The bitterness leaks out a little more every day.)

Storm Hawks

Storm Hawks

[ untitled ]
by lacewood

[ Storm Hawks ensemble | G | 1/1 ]

Okay, so Storm Hawks is a children’s show--it still shouldn’t be so *ridiculously* hard to find good fics for the fandom. Thankfully, I stumbled across this fic which delivers some of the backstory canon shies away from, and remains in character.

    Finn couldn't have told you what exactly he'd been expecting the Condor to look like, but logically, logically, cool, awesome, and babe magnet had been somewhere on the list of adjectives he'd had in mind.

    "Resident of Atmos' biggest junkyard", on the other hand, had not.

    "It's a piece of junk," he said, unimpressed. "This is the Condor?"

    "Well, it says so right there on the hull," Junko pointed out.

Doctor Who/Pern

Doctor Who/Pern

Saving Jade
by Azar

This blending of universes works surprisingly well. The writing itself is excellent, and Martha’s reaction to the fire lizards is wonderful. I grew out of Anne Anne McCaffrey’s novels some years back, but I admit that there’s a teenage girl inside of me who is still in love with the idea of fire lizards.

    They both heard that something at the same moment--a musical, animal, alien cry that pierced her to the bone with its sheer beauty. The Doctor's smile trebled in size, his eyes darting about for the source of that haunting call. "There!" he cried finally in delight, pointing back up toward the cliff.

    Martha's eyes followed and her breath caught. At first, the figure perched on the rock seemed like a golden statue. Then it spread delicate, gleaming wings and cried out again.

    "Oh my God. Is that--?"

    The Doctor grinned, drinking in her awe as though it were nourishment. "Is it what?"

    "A..." Her mind having gone inexplicably blank, she struggled to find the word. "...a dragon?"

Pirates of the Caribbean/Harry Potter

Pirates of the Caribbean/Harry Potter

by Penknife

[ Jack Sparrow, OCs | PG | 1/1 ]

This is a crossover that works brilliantly. I’m charmed by Penknife’s vision of Jack at Hogwarts--he’s so incredibly *Jack Sparrow,* despite being made a part of the HP world.

    "Jack Sparrow," the boy says. "This is my parrot." He holds up what looks like an egg. It might be a parrot's egg. It might, for that matter, be a rock.

    "Sparrow isn't a wizarding name," the blond boy says. "What were your parents?"

    "What were yours, mate?"

    "Wizards," the boy says witheringly. "I don't suppose yours are."

    "Much more better," the boy says. "My da was a pirate king, you see, and he carried off the queen of the mermaids. Never minded a bit of fishiness." He waggles his fingers suggestively. They don't look webbed to Daniel.

Doctor Who

Doctor Who

Hitchcock Bottle Blonde
by LizBee

[ Ten/Rose, Romana, Martha, Donna | PG13 | 1/1 ]

I’m not an Old School Who fan, but I’m still not thrilled with the direction to show took towards the end of the second season, and into the third. LizBee has opinions on New Who as well, and she turned them into fic: brilliant, wonderful, funny fic.

The fic makes fun of everyone, but there’s still affection evident towards the characters. And while Rose wasn’t my favourite character, I love what this fic does with her, and hope that she ended up with a happy ending somewhere along these lines.

    The realisation was this: she was going to have to kill the Doctor. Either that, or break open the walls between dimensions and retrieve Rose Tyler from alternate universe oblivion. But in the short term, killing the Doctor was going to be easier.

by chicklet73

[ Ten, Martha | G | 1/1 ]

This fic is an absolute delight. Martha is sparkly, and Ten is charming, and their interaction is a joy to read. I haven’t seen very many episodes with Martha yet, but I hope that there are at least a few Doctor-Martha scenes able to match this fic in pure bantery fun.

    Something occured to him and he abruptly turned, grinned at his reflection, and winked.


    That was rather endearing. Charming, even.

    Perhaps, on second thought, it wasn’t all Martha’s fault. Perhaps the poor girl couldn’t help herself. Shaking his head, he clicked his tongue. He was older and wiser and the superior species on top of that; he should have known better even though he really didn’t know - wow. Dropping in a graceful tumble to sit cross-legged, he tilted the mirror down on its stand until it was about an inch from his face. Winked again. Really, maybe he ought to be more careful. He tried winking with the other eye. Just as charming. Raised an eyebrow. Oh dear – more so. Perhaps a wink without the smile…

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