Rec: Vermin in the Lower Zoo by Daystar Searcher
Story: Vermin in the Lower Zoo
Author: Daystar Searcher
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 2138
Author's Summary: What if 'The Edge of Destruction' had marked the end of the Doctor's moral ambiguity in a different way, and his character had transitioned not into a hero, but a villain? One who demanded punishment for insubordination, and a price for ferrying two stowaways home.
Characters/Pairings: Barbara Wright, Ian Chesterton, Susan Foreman, The Doctor (1st)
Warnings: Explicit Sex, Non-Con
Recced because: Anyone who knows me knows that I don't read fic with sex in because the sec never seems to be important. So you know this one must be good. In this case the sex isn't important - but that in itself is important. It is a horrifyingly dystopian AU, but there is something compelling about it, in the way that Ian and Barbara deal with the situation they find themselves in, that makes it hard to stop reading and harder to forget.
But we didn’t do anything wrong! raged the part of her that never forgot that this was unjust, unfair, that they had done nothing but tell him the truth. Do you realize, you stupid old man…
“Barbara.” A hand on her shoulder. Ian, naked and collared as well and as nervous as her, even after all this time, even if for his sake she pretended not to see it. “If you’ve changed your mind-we don’t have to go along. We can take our chances. Next time the TARDIS lands-”
“No.” She shook her head, tears blurring her vision. She grabbed at his hand, squeezed. “No, I want to go home.”
Ian squeezed her hand back, and then carefully set his tie next to the rest of his neatly folded clothes. He’d folded hers as well. He didn’t say, if he can even get us home, and Barbara felt a rush of gratitude so strong that in any just universe it would have shattered the looming white TARDIS walls, the cold sterile surface of the table, the hateful control collars.
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Author: Daystar Searcher
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 2138
Author's Summary: What if 'The Edge of Destruction' had marked the end of the Doctor's moral ambiguity in a different way, and his character had transitioned not into a hero, but a villain? One who demanded punishment for insubordination, and a price for ferrying two stowaways home.
Characters/Pairings: Barbara Wright, Ian Chesterton, Susan Foreman, The Doctor (1st)
Warnings: Explicit Sex, Non-Con
Recced because: Anyone who knows me knows that I don't read fic with sex in because the sec never seems to be important. So you know this one must be good. In this case the sex isn't important - but that in itself is important. It is a horrifyingly dystopian AU, but there is something compelling about it, in the way that Ian and Barbara deal with the situation they find themselves in, that makes it hard to stop reading and harder to forget.
But we didn’t do anything wrong! raged the part of her that never forgot that this was unjust, unfair, that they had done nothing but tell him the truth. Do you realize, you stupid old man…
“Barbara.” A hand on her shoulder. Ian, naked and collared as well and as nervous as her, even after all this time, even if for his sake she pretended not to see it. “If you’ve changed your mind-we don’t have to go along. We can take our chances. Next time the TARDIS lands-”
“No.” She shook her head, tears blurring her vision. She grabbed at his hand, squeezed. “No, I want to go home.”
Ian squeezed her hand back, and then carefully set his tie next to the rest of his neatly folded clothes. He’d folded hers as well. He didn’t say, if he can even get us home, and Barbara felt a rush of gratitude so strong that in any just universe it would have shattered the looming white TARDIS walls, the cold sterile surface of the table, the hateful control collars.
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