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Doctor Who Rec
Nov. 16th, 2010 08:27 amStill existing almost entirely on a diet of fresh air and Sherlock, but ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brate7 managed to sneak in a rec for a delightful Doctor Who fic, Mad Nursing Skills by Sahiya. It's a very sweet, gentle hurt/comfort fic, appropriately leavened with humor and completely in character. Sahiya has all of the voices down, but she's especially good at allowing Rory to shine, in his understated way, and remind me of why he was my favorite part of S5:
"No," the Doctor said with a sigh. "Look, Rory, I appreciate the concern, but all I really want is to be left alone in a dark room for six hours."
Rory looked at him. Then he sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Walk to the loo and back."
The Doctor opened his eyes. "What?"
Rory shrugged. "If you can walk to the loo and back in a reasonable amount of time without falling over, I'll leave you alone. Otherwise you're stuck with me. You're ill. I'm a nurse. I'm constitutionally incapable of leaving you on your own like this."
The Doctor groaned and sat up. Or tried to. He got about halfway there and stopped, bracing himself with his arms and breathing deeply. "I hate you."
Rory stood up to give him some room. "You're not the first to say that."
brate7 managed to sneak in a rec for a delightful Doctor Who fic, Mad Nursing Skills by Sahiya. It's a very sweet, gentle hurt/comfort fic, appropriately leavened with humor and completely in character. Sahiya has all of the voices down, but she's especially good at allowing Rory to shine, in his understated way, and remind me of why he was my favorite part of S5:"No," the Doctor said with a sigh. "Look, Rory, I appreciate the concern, but all I really want is to be left alone in a dark room for six hours."
Rory looked at him. Then he sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Walk to the loo and back."
The Doctor opened his eyes. "What?"
Rory shrugged. "If you can walk to the loo and back in a reasonable amount of time without falling over, I'll leave you alone. Otherwise you're stuck with me. You're ill. I'm a nurse. I'm constitutionally incapable of leaving you on your own like this."
The Doctor groaned and sat up. Or tried to. He got about halfway there and stopped, bracing himself with his arms and breathing deeply. "I hate you."
Rory stood up to give him some room. "You're not the first to say that."
