The Interview
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Story: The Interview
Author: Llywela
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2187
Author's Summary: Sarah asks Harry for a favour; a meandering bit of fluff with a sting in its tail.
Characters/Pairings: Harry Sullivan, Luke Smith, Rani Chandra, Sarah-Jane Smith
Warnings: None
Recced because:
Harry Sullivan was mentioned (briefly) in this week's episode of Doctor Who, and it's not the first time he's been reference either. For a companion who spent surprisingly little time actually onboard the TARDIS (just a season and a bit... and most of that time the TARDIS was MIA) he has a surprising fandom sticking power. He's old-fashioned, a bit bumbling, and utterly endearing. He is also quite a difficult character to nail down in fic without turning him into a caricature. This fic manages it with gusto.
Even though it is mostly dialogue (a stream of silly interview questions) it perfectly captures both Harry Sullivan and Sarah-Jane Smith and their strong, slightly-teasing friendship. I laughed out loud several times while reading, and came away feeling like I now know infinitely more about these characters and their lives than I did going in. There is some sorrow as well, but the fic doesn't dwell on it. This is a story about friendship and how it endures and enriches us.
And it is beautiful.
"Sarah, is there a point to all these questions?"
"I told you, I'm practicing. I know the questions are a bit random and silly, I got them out of a magazine to save time, but it's just a warm-up to get me back into the swing of things. Okay. What do you consider your greatest achievement?"
"My medical degree."
"What do you think about women's lib?"
"Now that really is a trick question. One wrong word and you'll brain me. Pass."
"Chicken. Oh, all right. What quality do you most admire in a person?"
"Er…hard to say. Integrity, perhaps."
"What do you hate more than anything?"
"My stepmother's sprouts."
"I'm serious, Harry."
"So am I!"
Story: The Interview
Author: Llywela
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2187
Author's Summary: Sarah asks Harry for a favour; a meandering bit of fluff with a sting in its tail.
Characters/Pairings: Harry Sullivan, Luke Smith, Rani Chandra, Sarah-Jane Smith
Warnings: None
Recced because:
Harry Sullivan was mentioned (briefly) in this week's episode of Doctor Who, and it's not the first time he's been reference either. For a companion who spent surprisingly little time actually onboard the TARDIS (just a season and a bit... and most of that time the TARDIS was MIA) he has a surprising fandom sticking power. He's old-fashioned, a bit bumbling, and utterly endearing. He is also quite a difficult character to nail down in fic without turning him into a caricature. This fic manages it with gusto.
Even though it is mostly dialogue (a stream of silly interview questions) it perfectly captures both Harry Sullivan and Sarah-Jane Smith and their strong, slightly-teasing friendship. I laughed out loud several times while reading, and came away feeling like I now know infinitely more about these characters and their lives than I did going in. There is some sorrow as well, but the fic doesn't dwell on it. This is a story about friendship and how it endures and enriches us.
And it is beautiful.
"Sarah, is there a point to all these questions?"
"I told you, I'm practicing. I know the questions are a bit random and silly, I got them out of a magazine to save time, but it's just a warm-up to get me back into the swing of things. Okay. What do you consider your greatest achievement?"
"My medical degree."
"What do you think about women's lib?"
"Now that really is a trick question. One wrong word and you'll brain me. Pass."
"Chicken. Oh, all right. What quality do you most admire in a person?"
"Er…hard to say. Integrity, perhaps."
"What do you hate more than anything?"
"My stepmother's sprouts."
"I'm serious, Harry."
"So am I!"