nineveh_uk

In my last post I mentioned that Josephine Tey's Miss Pym Disposes was leading me to commit fic. This is the fic. It is not the fic I am supposed to be writing, nor the fic I am writing instead of the fic I am supposed to be writing, but it is fic and I have written it.

As is obvious from the title, a debt is owed to ankaret's Lois Sanger Disposes.

This is Part (1). It doesn't contain major spoilers (an important non-murderous plot event is referred to, but unfolds differently than in canon), but Part (2) will do so.

Miss Vane Disposes

( Part 1 )

This one's for azdak, who having introduced me to "17 Moments of Spring" and then started writing fic about it, inevitably set me off on the same track. I'll have you know the second person narrative is canonical...

( Strange, friend )

Further to my previous post, a cross-over fic that I am never going to write, life being too short and also it being one of those fics which are fun in the abstract, but ultimately a cut and paste of the names unless you’re going to write the really long version, which I am not (though if I had any skills in that direction I could almost be tempted to try a vid). It’s under a cut because it contains a major spoiler for Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, namely the identity of the mole*.

( In which Peter Wimsey is in fact a Russian spy )

*I do hope that someone somewhere has written a TTSS/The Wind in the Willows crossover.

custardpringle asks a very important question.

He was a colorless shrimp of a child...

tree_and_leaf linked to this Wimsey/Doctor Who crossover, constructed around an alternative explanation for the Sayers short story The Image in the Mirror. As the best bit about the original is the depiction of contemporary solutions for excess babies, this is a story crying out to be improved with aliens (I usually prefer to improve with dragons, but they take up a lot of room. I think Nine Tailors is probably the one for dragons). Unfortunately the flashes of pretty convincin’ dialogue are interspersed with rather less convincing dialogue, a rather dim Peter, and very annoying Rose (OK, I find Rose in fic annoying a lot of the time). The story omits whatever it is that Rose must have put in Peter’s drink to get him to tell her all about Harriet over lunch at the Ritz. Her suggestions that he “snog [Harriet] senseless” and that she’s just playing hard to get do offer some explanation of how he managed to get things so disastrously wrong over the next year or so, however. I'm presently re-reading Have His Carcase. Page by page I am astonished at how impressively Peter makes a hash of his relationship with Harriet. There are practically Miles Vorkosigan levels of idiocy involved.

Anyway, I thought that Peter and the Doctor (and Rose) were left, one dead alien later, with a bit of unfinished business.

( Once again, the inevitable ensued. )

It occurs to me that I ought to mention (i.e. shamelessly promote) my first ever Wimseyfic, which was also a Doctor Who crossover starring Nine and Captain Jack in that familiar fanfic setting (well, I was writing a lot about Slytherins at the time) the slightly dull Society party: 1927.