rec: Common Issues in Child Care
It's my last rec of the week. Thanks for coming along with me and letting me tell you guys about my favorite fics once again. This one just went up yesterday but I've loved it ever since I read it on lj and when I saw it on the "most recent" update list it was like a present to make my last recc day all that much easier.
Story: Comon Issues in Child Care
Author: neveralarch
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 4873
Author's Summary: From a prompt by aralias: "Some sort of Gallifrey babyfic - yes, that's what's happening here." Set in a idyllic future of the canon, where both the K-9s are there and also Elbon is not a zombie.
Characters: Irving Braxiatel, K-9, Leela, Narvin, Other Character(s), Other Character(s), Other Character(s), Romana II, Romana II, The Doctor (8th)
Warnings: None
Recc'ed because: Gallifreyans can handle all of the machinations and political manouverings from millennia-old society, but add one tiny humanoid baby and...well. I am not all that familiar with the Gallifrey chronicles but loved all of the characters that show up here and how they all deal differently with the little baby that the Eighth Doctor drops in their laps. This really is a delight of a fun story, told in a round robin format as the baby changes hands, and the characterizations are a peach.
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"Goodbye, Romana, I'll be back tonight! Tomorrow at the latest."
"Doctor!"
The TARDIS dematerialized.
The baby started to cry.
"Rassilon's trampoline," said Romana. Her arms were getting tired from holding the baby at arms length. She sat down and set the baby on her desk. It stopped crying for a moment, looking down at its own legs and the wood underneath them. Romana smiled tentatively at it, in an effort to reassure.
The baby looked up, saw her face, and started to cry again.
“Now,” said Romana, trying to recall the child’s name. The Doctor had said it a number of times, but she’d been more concerned with other things at the time. “Now, Baby, stop crying. You can stay if you can keep a stiff upper lip and sit quietly.” She hesitated, and reached out a hand to pat the child awkwardly on the head. “There.”
The baby snuffled. Romana smiled at it again, going so far as to wipe a few of its tears away from its hot cheeks. Then it sneezed once more, all over her hand. Romana moaned in a very dignified way.
“Right,” she said. “This calls for delegation.”
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Story: Comon Issues in Child Care
Author: neveralarch
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 4873
Author's Summary: From a prompt by aralias: "Some sort of Gallifrey babyfic - yes, that's what's happening here." Set in a idyllic future of the canon, where both the K-9s are there and also Elbon is not a zombie.
Characters: Irving Braxiatel, K-9, Leela, Narvin, Other Character(s), Other Character(s), Other Character(s), Romana II, Romana II, The Doctor (8th)
Warnings: None
Recc'ed because: Gallifreyans can handle all of the machinations and political manouverings from millennia-old society, but add one tiny humanoid baby and...well. I am not all that familiar with the Gallifrey chronicles but loved all of the characters that show up here and how they all deal differently with the little baby that the Eighth Doctor drops in their laps. This really is a delight of a fun story, told in a round robin format as the baby changes hands, and the characterizations are a peach.
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"Goodbye, Romana, I'll be back tonight! Tomorrow at the latest."
"Doctor!"
The TARDIS dematerialized.
The baby started to cry.
"Rassilon's trampoline," said Romana. Her arms were getting tired from holding the baby at arms length. She sat down and set the baby on her desk. It stopped crying for a moment, looking down at its own legs and the wood underneath them. Romana smiled tentatively at it, in an effort to reassure.
The baby looked up, saw her face, and started to cry again.
“Now,” said Romana, trying to recall the child’s name. The Doctor had said it a number of times, but she’d been more concerned with other things at the time. “Now, Baby, stop crying. You can stay if you can keep a stiff upper lip and sit quietly.” She hesitated, and reached out a hand to pat the child awkwardly on the head. “There.”
The baby snuffled. Romana smiled at it again, going so far as to wipe a few of its tears away from its hot cheeks. Then it sneezed once more, all over her hand. Romana moaned in a very dignified way.
“Right,” she said. “This calls for delegation.”
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