Rec: "Critical Angle," by Calapine
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Story: Critical Angle
Author: Calapine
Rating: All Ages
Word count: 940
Characters: Tegan, Five
Summary: They say it's better here than anywhere else.
Recced because: Tegan is so well drawn here as the complex, confrontational and vulnerable person she is. This fic unravels the trauma that Tegan undergoes from traveling with the Doctor, tackles their complex relationship and how very distant and alien the fifth doctor can be. There are too many wonderful lines to list, but this one especially struck me: "She’ll think of Earth and he’ll tell her about all the wonderful places in the universe she’s never going to see because they’re too busy helping the not so wonderful places." Nothing is nice or neat in this fic. But despite that, it is the little moments -- Tegan dreaming of being a car mechanic, tea in the rain room, and Tegan's colonizing the cloister room -- that offer some humanity in the harsh and clinical prose.
A haunting fic.
excerpt:
Tegan’s reflection is still. Her eyes are her own. It does not matter; fear curses her. Once your body is stolen, it is never entirely your own again. She blames everyone but herself; somebody should have told her that there really was a universe out there and that nobody bothers with health warnings.
Story: Critical Angle
Author: Calapine
Rating: All Ages
Word count: 940
Characters: Tegan, Five
Summary: They say it's better here than anywhere else.
Recced because: Tegan is so well drawn here as the complex, confrontational and vulnerable person she is. This fic unravels the trauma that Tegan undergoes from traveling with the Doctor, tackles their complex relationship and how very distant and alien the fifth doctor can be. There are too many wonderful lines to list, but this one especially struck me: "She’ll think of Earth and he’ll tell her about all the wonderful places in the universe she’s never going to see because they’re too busy helping the not so wonderful places." Nothing is nice or neat in this fic. But despite that, it is the little moments -- Tegan dreaming of being a car mechanic, tea in the rain room, and Tegan's colonizing the cloister room -- that offer some humanity in the harsh and clinical prose.
A haunting fic.
excerpt:
Tegan’s reflection is still. Her eyes are her own. It does not matter; fear curses her. Once your body is stolen, it is never entirely your own again. She blames everyone but herself; somebody should have told her that there really was a universe out there and that nobody bothers with health warnings.