Brigadier-tastic!

Yes, there's an awful lot of horrible stuff going on in the world at the moment. Heinz and Britain's Next Top Model are in for a particularly large amount of clue-bat hitting.

But here, in my little corner of the internet, I've had enough political wrangling for one day.

Instead, have a piece of fanfiction. The first in-any-way substantial piece of fanfiction I've finished in a very long time. It's in Doctor Who fandom, featuring the 8th and 9th Doctors and a special guest fresh from his appearance in Battlefield. It contains, I am sorry to say, no slash, smut, sex, or suggestion of any kind. It is entirely gen. It does, however, contain a large amount of angst, and hurt/comfort.

My thanks to liminereid for being my human thesaurus, and to darwinianwoman for grammar nitpicking; and to both of them for generally being online all day to listen to me faff.

Comments are love - constructive criticism is good, I want to be a better writer, but to do that I will also need to sustain the little bit of faith in myself that I seem to have got going, somehow.

( Cut for gratuitous psychological cruelty, and gratuitous cuteness )