rec: the polar bears' golf club
(I feel a little bad, I promised all Romana, all the time. Slight fail.)
Story: The Polar Bears' Golf Club
Author: Doyle
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 4543
Author's Summary: 40th century Echlin has one of the most famous centres of time travel research in the galaxy. Rose and Ace have some nitro-9, a bronze medal in gymnastics (under-7s category) and a couple of really enormous false moustaches. No contest, really...
Characters/Pairings: Ace McShane, Rose Tyler
Warnings: None given. (This is becoming a trend...)
Recced because: It's FUNNY. Rose and Ace, if you think about it, would be FANTASTIC a team and this fic showcases exactly that. There's cross-dressing, ridiculous plans, the inevitable Doctor comparing, "Lots of planets have a Scotland", there just isn't any bad. This fic is really all about the hilarious exchanges between Ace and Rose as they try to rescue their respective Doctors. Look, there's not really a lot more I need to say about this fic beyond it's very very funny so here, have a snippet again.
The big problem with Plan B was that there was no Plan B.
“We could put the keys back,” Rose said, just because it was something to do.
Ace swallowed a huge bite of her very-much-like-bacon sandwich before answering. “I think we should keep them.”
“In case we find the combinations and try again?”
“Nah, just ‘cause it’ll annoy the Dean.”
“Our fingerprints are on them, too,” Rose said, concentrating on balancing one of the beer mats on its corner. “I don’t think they even know about fingerprints here, though. We could invent that, if we really do end up stuck here till we’re eighty. Set up as detectives. I’ll be Miss Marple and you can be… I dunno, who’s old and likes blowing things up?”
“That could be our Plan B. Blowing things up.”
“What things?”
And a perfectly good plan died at the conception stage.
...Did I mention the funny? Everyone needs a good laugh midweek!
Story: The Polar Bears' Golf Club
Author: Doyle
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 4543
Author's Summary: 40th century Echlin has one of the most famous centres of time travel research in the galaxy. Rose and Ace have some nitro-9, a bronze medal in gymnastics (under-7s category) and a couple of really enormous false moustaches. No contest, really...
Characters/Pairings: Ace McShane, Rose Tyler
Warnings: None given. (This is becoming a trend...)
Recced because: It's FUNNY. Rose and Ace, if you think about it, would be FANTASTIC a team and this fic showcases exactly that. There's cross-dressing, ridiculous plans, the inevitable Doctor comparing, "Lots of planets have a Scotland", there just isn't any bad. This fic is really all about the hilarious exchanges between Ace and Rose as they try to rescue their respective Doctors. Look, there's not really a lot more I need to say about this fic beyond it's very very funny so here, have a snippet again.
The big problem with Plan B was that there was no Plan B.
“We could put the keys back,” Rose said, just because it was something to do.
Ace swallowed a huge bite of her very-much-like-bacon sandwich before answering. “I think we should keep them.”
“In case we find the combinations and try again?”
“Nah, just ‘cause it’ll annoy the Dean.”
“Our fingerprints are on them, too,” Rose said, concentrating on balancing one of the beer mats on its corner. “I don’t think they even know about fingerprints here, though. We could invent that, if we really do end up stuck here till we’re eighty. Set up as detectives. I’ll be Miss Marple and you can be… I dunno, who’s old and likes blowing things up?”
“That could be our Plan B. Blowing things up.”
“What things?”
And a perfectly good plan died at the conception stage.
...Did I mention the funny? Everyone needs a good laugh midweek!