Because Jacobi has been stalking me-- in a movies and posters sense, unfortunately, rather than a following me home one-- I thought I would rec some good, well written Jacobi. Title:
Cafestrovalva (Though I preferred "Tea's Company"!) Pairing:
13, 250 ish--Lots of words. Lots. Summary:
“You could very easily be poisoning these people. You might be attempting to weaken this time line by feeding it a steady diet of anachronisms—softening it up in preparation for a larger plan. You might
, Master, be capable of anything. Or at least of anything but running a tea shop.
Will make you want biscuits. Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian): x_losficWhy this must be read:
You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll put the kettle on! Really, though, it's hands down a good story. A good fluffy
story. With a plot. Not to mention that x_losfic
's characterization is spot on, as usual. I think the most memorable thing about this fic is the slow, realistic relationship development. My favorite thing in a longfic is watching my favorite ship grow realistically, over a period of time (with tea.) This one delivers on all counts. Excerpt:
Fifteen minutes later, having irritated a record number of people in the given time (borrowing a businessman’s iPhone, barging into a pub during the football and demanding they change all the televisions to various news-stations, running up to no less than seven worried-looking people in the street, demanding to know what they were Running From, and consequently enduring four conversations about unsatisfying relationships, two whinges about the economy, and one panicked slap), the Doctor slumped back into the teashop. The Master sat at the section the Doctor had occupied earlier, enjoying a madeleine with his tea.
“You know,” the Doctor said, sitting down gingerly in an attempt not to be half-absorbed by the sofa, “I had madeleines with Proust once...”
“Really, Doctor? I’d love to hear about it.”
The Doctor perked up. “Well—”
“In a hundred words or fewer.”
He slumped down in a sulk again. “Well, if you’re going to be like that about it. Who ever heard of Proust abridged? Even anecdotally?” Really, sometimes the Master missed the whole point of things.
The Master had the gall to chuckle. “Try your tea, my dear.”Link to the story: Here!