This is my letter to the World that never wrote to Me (PG)
Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: Gen (Suzie Costello, Jack Harkness, OCs)
Length: One-shot
Author on LJ: sariagray
Author Website: Master fic list on LJ
Why this must be read: Russell T. Davies wanted to have Suzie as a reoccurring villain, but due to circumstances under his control (first Indira Varma working on 3 lbs, then her pregnancy), he never did get to revisit the character during the first two seasons of Torchwood. As a result, the character of Suzie Costello has little to no backstory about the events that made her turn her back on Torchwood and made her hell-bent on killing her father. This fic creates a possible backstory for Suzie, and the fic does it well. Originally for the tw_femficfest.
One night, when she was still young enough to be otherwise oblivious to such things, she crept into the kitchen for a glass of milk after a bad dream. From the crack in the doorway, she saw her father strike her mother across the cheek. He shouted that she couldn’t give him “a proper heir, a son” and her mother sobbed foreign words like “inebriate” and “alcoholic.” Wariness turned into an outright fear that guided her, fleet-footed, back to the safety of her bed and her pile of stuffed toys. At some point during the endless night, that fear fossilized into a hard, small knot of anger.
This is my letter to the World that never wrote to Me
Pairing: Gen (Suzie Costello, Jack Harkness, OCs)
Length: One-shot
Author on LJ: sariagray
Author Website: Master fic list on LJ
Why this must be read: Russell T. Davies wanted to have Suzie as a reoccurring villain, but due to circumstances under his control (first Indira Varma working on 3 lbs, then her pregnancy), he never did get to revisit the character during the first two seasons of Torchwood. As a result, the character of Suzie Costello has little to no backstory about the events that made her turn her back on Torchwood and made her hell-bent on killing her father. This fic creates a possible backstory for Suzie, and the fic does it well. Originally for the tw_femficfest.
One night, when she was still young enough to be otherwise oblivious to such things, she crept into the kitchen for a glass of milk after a bad dream. From the crack in the doorway, she saw her father strike her mother across the cheek. He shouted that she couldn’t give him “a proper heir, a son” and her mother sobbed foreign words like “inebriate” and “alcoholic.” Wariness turned into an outright fear that guided her, fleet-footed, back to the safety of her bed and her pile of stuffed toys. At some point during the endless night, that fear fossilized into a hard, small knot of anger.
This is my letter to the World that never wrote to Me