rec: Shock Treatment
Story: Shock Treatment
Author: fourzoas
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1692
Author's Summary: Regeneration is a private affair.
Characters: Nine, Ten, Martha Jones
Warnings: None
Recc'ed because: Martha Jones stumbles across a newly regenerated Ninth Doctor while stranded in 1969. This fic doesn't pull its punches in either the trauma or the resolution; it's a quick, dark little tale, the kind that you are glad to have read, but sad to have experienced, in a way. Very well done.
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Martha didn’t know how long she sat there with him, watching him shifting into and out of consciousness, wiping away the cold sweat that appeared on his brow when what she could only imagine was a nightmare overtook him. When he finally awoke, his mood was sullen and ice. He pulled the sheet from his body, lowered himself to the floor, and strode from the room without glancing back at her. Stunned, Martha began to clean up the mess in the med bay, wondering what she should do next.
“You’re still here? Can’t get rid of you lot; like bloody warts you are.” He sneered, then turned to leave the room, his body entombed in black and leather. “Get out and don’t come back.”
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Author: fourzoas
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1692
Author's Summary: Regeneration is a private affair.
Characters: Nine, Ten, Martha Jones
Warnings: None
Recc'ed because: Martha Jones stumbles across a newly regenerated Ninth Doctor while stranded in 1969. This fic doesn't pull its punches in either the trauma or the resolution; it's a quick, dark little tale, the kind that you are glad to have read, but sad to have experienced, in a way. Very well done.
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Martha didn’t know how long she sat there with him, watching him shifting into and out of consciousness, wiping away the cold sweat that appeared on his brow when what she could only imagine was a nightmare overtook him. When he finally awoke, his mood was sullen and ice. He pulled the sheet from his body, lowered himself to the floor, and strode from the room without glancing back at her. Stunned, Martha began to clean up the mess in the med bay, wondering what she should do next.
“You’re still here? Can’t get rid of you lot; like bloody warts you are.” He sneered, then turned to leave the room, his body entombed in black and leather. “Get out and don’t come back.”
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