Where Were You When...?
For the end of the week, here’s a fic that takes us back to the beginning.
Story: Where Were You When...?
Author: JJPOR
Rating: teen
Word Count: 2823
Author's Summary: Some people make history. Some people participate in history. Most of us just watch it from the sidelines. Happy 47th birthday, Who!
Characters/Pairings: Barbara Wright, Ian Chesterton, Susan Foreman, The Doctor (1st)
Warnings: none
Reced because: I love outsider stories, in which we see familiar characters through the eyes of strangers. JJPOR shows us the events in a certain London junkyard on an evening in 1963 from the POV of three OCs. Their identity is both surprising and obvious, and consistent with canon.
“Just a bird,” Terry said. George relaxed, hand creeping away from the pistol again. “Not bad looking, mind you.” Terry practically leered at the mirror.
“Bloody hell, son,” George spluttered as she came into his own field of vision. The girl was slim, darkly pretty, but… “She’s carrying her school bag!”
“Give her a couple of years,” Terry grinned as the girl walked past the van, oblivious to his gaze.
“You’re disgusting,” George told him. “Youngsters today…you’ve got it on the brain!”
“What?”
“It!”
Go, read, and if you enjoy, please let the author know.
Story: Where Were You When...?
Author: JJPOR
Rating: teen
Word Count: 2823
Author's Summary: Some people make history. Some people participate in history. Most of us just watch it from the sidelines. Happy 47th birthday, Who!
Characters/Pairings: Barbara Wright, Ian Chesterton, Susan Foreman, The Doctor (1st)
Warnings: none
Reced because: I love outsider stories, in which we see familiar characters through the eyes of strangers. JJPOR shows us the events in a certain London junkyard on an evening in 1963 from the POV of three OCs. Their identity is both surprising and obvious, and consistent with canon.
“Just a bird,” Terry said. George relaxed, hand creeping away from the pistol again. “Not bad looking, mind you.” Terry practically leered at the mirror.
“Bloody hell, son,” George spluttered as she came into his own field of vision. The girl was slim, darkly pretty, but… “She’s carrying her school bag!”
“Give her a couple of years,” Terry grinned as the girl walked past the van, oblivious to his gaze.
“You’re disgusting,” George told him. “Youngsters today…you’ve got it on the brain!”
“What?”
“It!”
Go, read, and if you enjoy, please let the author know.