Even the Smallest Ripple...
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Story: Even the Smallest Ripple
Author: aces
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2,510
Author's Summary: "It wasn’t a fine day, but stumping was stumping, and Americans had always loved their politics."
Characters/Pairings: Eight, Sam, Fitz
Warnings: None
Recced Because: I do love a little actual history when it pops up in WHO and this features American history no less. Just a quiet story that, considering American politics as it is today, made me reflect quite a bit. And I love the humor.
The wind howled through the trees and over the grass on the campus grounds, and the crowd in front of the platform huddled together en masse against the cold. There were thousands of people there that day, and it was before such a thing as PA systems; the Doctor wondered how many people could actually hear the speakers. Fitz had taken Sam’s other arm again, though the Doctor couldn’t tell if he was being polite or just trying to find a way to warm up some small part of his body. Sam was snug as could be, the Doctor knew; she’d put jeans on under her skirt.
Story: Even the Smallest Ripple
Author: aces
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2,510
Author's Summary: "It wasn’t a fine day, but stumping was stumping, and Americans had always loved their politics."
Characters/Pairings: Eight, Sam, Fitz
Warnings: None
Recced Because: I do love a little actual history when it pops up in WHO and this features American history no less. Just a quiet story that, considering American politics as it is today, made me reflect quite a bit. And I love the humor.
The wind howled through the trees and over the grass on the campus grounds, and the crowd in front of the platform huddled together en masse against the cold. There were thousands of people there that day, and it was before such a thing as PA systems; the Doctor wondered how many people could actually hear the speakers. Fitz had taken Sam’s other arm again, though the Doctor couldn’t tell if he was being polite or just trying to find a way to warm up some small part of his body. Sam was snug as could be, the Doctor knew; she’d put jeans on under her skirt.