tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-01-01:1354966eloriekameloriekameloriekam2013-08-05T22:32:35Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2012-01-01:1354966:77246Doctor Who fic- Whispers from a Black Hole: Bright2013-07-24T23:50:38Z2013-08-05T22:32:35Zpublic4<b>Title</b>: Whispers from a Black Hole: Bright<br /><b>Author</b>: <span style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://eloriekam.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://eloriekam.dreamwidth.org/'><b>eloriekam</b></a></span>/<span style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://eloriekam.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif' alt='[livejournal.com profile] ' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' width='17' height='17'/></a><a href='http://eloriekam.livejournal.com/'><b>eloriekam</b></a></span><br /><b>Rating</b>: Teen<br /><b>Disclaimer</b>: I promise to return Ten to the BBC with only slight damage.<br /><b>Word Count</b>: 4700<br /><b>Author's Notes</b>: This fic is from <i>ages</i> ago. Ages. Seriously. Like, a thousand years internet time or something. It might even be my first DW fic kitten--I'm not sure. I was squeeing about something or other on someone's journal, I think... *does some research*, yep on <span style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://who-in-whoville.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif' alt='[livejournal.com profile] ' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' width='17' height='17'/></a><a href='http://who-in-whoville.livejournal.com/'><b>who_in_whoville</b></a></span>'s LJ and I was talking to <span style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://laialda.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif' alt='[livejournal.com profile] ' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' width='17' height='17'/></a><a href='http://laialda.livejournal.com/'><b>laialda</b></a></span>. Somehow, my brain went, "oooh, let's do this with Ten and Jenny because telepathy!" Then, when I went to write it, my muse demanded more context, so before I knew it, I was following Ten's disjointed thoughts through the whole thing. And Ten can be pretty disjointed even without the snarky muse stops and starts.<br />Spoilers for and dialogue from The Doctor's Daughter; very strong hints at Journey's End events.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://eloriekam.dreamwidth.org/77246.html#cutid1">New and different, resolving oh so fast.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=eloriekam&ditemid=77246" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments