Rec: Fight Our Own Shadows
Story: Fight Our Own Shadows
Author: apolesen
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 8190
Author's Summary: Something worse than a nightmare haunts Clara’s sleeping mind. [AU of the Clara arc, picking up sometime after 'The Name of the Doctor'. This fic is basically possible to read without previous knowledge of Faction Paradox.]
Characters/Pairings: Clara Oswin Oswald, Faction Paradox, The Doctor (11th)
Warnings: Alternate Universe, General, Horror, Mystery
Recced because: Okay, this one will likely not be coherent. At all. There will be a lot of screaming and flailing because Eleventy-Eighth Doctor Adventures. Go look up the Faction Paradox. TARDIS-Wiki. Do this. Because this fiction?! My gods... I had the pleasure of stumbling across this last night and I was so utterly blown away, it immediately hopped the line for reccing Right Nao. If you know the EDAs you have an advantage (and you know how creepy these bad guys are), if not - like I said, TARDIS-Wiki - because this is a fiction every Whovian Needs to Read. I am that serious.
I have often made mirror comparisons between Eight and Eleven. I have reflected one against the other and - everyone knows the Love I harbor for my two 'Es'. I make no small matter of that fact. But this? This fiction makes sooo much sense. The second I started reading, I wanted this as Canon because 'OMG, the Sense-Making!'. I don't understand how no one put this together before, but I suppose it took the genius of this writer to not only draw the concept out, but lay it all out so perfectly. My only problem? THERE ARE NO REVIEWS AT THEIR ELJAY. And only ONE at Teaspoon. This blows my mind. I don't understand how that happened. So I am bringing this here and imploring you all to read. Because this? This is an epic fiction - the sheer concept so grand I felt my brain tilt. And if you read it, you will understand what I mean. Because - PERFECTION.
She slept poorly, but she could not remember if she dreamed. Next morning, when she came into the kitchen, the Doctor was busy making a full English breakfast.
‘Sleep well?’ he asked as he lobbed fried eggs onto two plates.
‘Alright,’ Clara said, thinking it was better to bend the truth. She poured herself tea and sat down. ‘What about you?’
‘Oh, I don’t sleep much,’ the Doctor said brightly, moved the tomatoes from the frying-pan and brought the plates over.
‘What do you do all night? Tinker with the TARDIS?’
‘There’s always something that needs doing,’ he said and gestured at her to eat. As she started eating her breakfast (excellent, as the Doctor’s cooking so often was), her thoughts went back to her nightmare from the other night. It felt distant now, but considering she had it the night before last, she remembered it remarkably well. She decided to ask.
‘Can you dream that you’re asleep?’
The Doctor shrugged.
‘You can dream anything.’
‘But it’s pretty weird. Dreaming you’re asleep, and then waking in the dream, but still being asleep, because you’re dreaming.’
‘How do you know you’re not awake?’
Yes. You must read this. EVERYONE MUST READ THIS. Then tell them how genius they are. We might get more excellence like this for it...
*HUGS*
Mandy
Author: apolesen
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 8190
Author's Summary: Something worse than a nightmare haunts Clara’s sleeping mind. [AU of the Clara arc, picking up sometime after 'The Name of the Doctor'. This fic is basically possible to read without previous knowledge of Faction Paradox.]
Characters/Pairings: Clara Oswin Oswald, Faction Paradox, The Doctor (11th)
Warnings: Alternate Universe, General, Horror, Mystery
Recced because: Okay, this one will likely not be coherent. At all. There will be a lot of screaming and flailing because Eleventy-Eighth Doctor Adventures. Go look up the Faction Paradox. TARDIS-Wiki. Do this. Because this fiction?! My gods... I had the pleasure of stumbling across this last night and I was so utterly blown away, it immediately hopped the line for reccing Right Nao. If you know the EDAs you have an advantage (and you know how creepy these bad guys are), if not - like I said, TARDIS-Wiki - because this is a fiction every Whovian Needs to Read. I am that serious.
I have often made mirror comparisons between Eight and Eleven. I have reflected one against the other and - everyone knows the Love I harbor for my two 'Es'. I make no small matter of that fact. But this? This fiction makes sooo much sense. The second I started reading, I wanted this as Canon because 'OMG, the Sense-Making!'. I don't understand how no one put this together before, but I suppose it took the genius of this writer to not only draw the concept out, but lay it all out so perfectly. My only problem? THERE ARE NO REVIEWS AT THEIR ELJAY. And only ONE at Teaspoon. This blows my mind. I don't understand how that happened. So I am bringing this here and imploring you all to read. Because this? This is an epic fiction - the sheer concept so grand I felt my brain tilt. And if you read it, you will understand what I mean. Because - PERFECTION.
She slept poorly, but she could not remember if she dreamed. Next morning, when she came into the kitchen, the Doctor was busy making a full English breakfast.
‘Sleep well?’ he asked as he lobbed fried eggs onto two plates.
‘Alright,’ Clara said, thinking it was better to bend the truth. She poured herself tea and sat down. ‘What about you?’
‘Oh, I don’t sleep much,’ the Doctor said brightly, moved the tomatoes from the frying-pan and brought the plates over.
‘What do you do all night? Tinker with the TARDIS?’
‘There’s always something that needs doing,’ he said and gestured at her to eat. As she started eating her breakfast (excellent, as the Doctor’s cooking so often was), her thoughts went back to her nightmare from the other night. It felt distant now, but considering she had it the night before last, she remembered it remarkably well. She decided to ask.
‘Can you dream that you’re asleep?’
The Doctor shrugged.
‘You can dream anything.’
‘But it’s pretty weird. Dreaming you’re asleep, and then waking in the dream, but still being asleep, because you’re dreaming.’
‘How do you know you’re not awake?’
Yes. You must read this. EVERYONE MUST READ THIS. Then tell them how genius they are. We might get more excellence like this for it...
*HUGS*
Mandy