Fandom: Doctor Who/Nero Wolfe
Characters: Delgado!Master, Archie Goodwin, Jo Grant, Martha Jones, Tenth Doctor, Third Doctor, Nero Wolfe
Rating: All Ages
Length: 15,292 words
Author Links:
leviathan0999 /
leviathan at A Teaspoon and an Open MindTheme: Casefic; Crossovers/fusions; Female characters; Science fiction; Time Travel
Summary: Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin have solved a lot of tough cases in their careers as detectives. But never one like the one that begins with the new arrival in the Plant Rooms. Before it ends, they'll deal with a tattooed lady, miniaturized corpses, and Things from Another World!
Disclaimer: The reccer has never actually read the
Nero Wolfe novels. She has only seen the A&E television series with Timothy Hutton.
Reccer's Notes: From the note by Archie Goodwin that begins this tale, I suspected that the story was going to be wibbly-wobbly-timey-whimey in nature. When the titular orchid first appears in Nero Wolfe's sanctuary, I guessed that the Doctor was leaving it as a thank you gift; except that the Doctor had messed up the timeline and was leaving the thank you gift *before* Wolfe had done something for the Doctor. (Given how much the Doctor's driving sucks, this is entirely within the realm of possibility.) This writer, however, has created an even *more* complicated, time-warping plot than I could have imagined.
The author has an engaging narrative style, which, importantly, helps to keep the
Doctor Who fan's attention, since it is a long time before any
Whoniverse characters appear--unless, of course, you count the TARDIS as a "character," since she is both seen and heard early on in this fanfic. I adore the description of the sound the TARDIS makes, from the point of view of an outsider, who's never heard her before:
“Yeah, I heard it. Siren?” I gave that some thought. “I suppose it could have been. It seemed a bit wheezy for that. I expect a siren to be able to catch its breath.”
Leviathan doesn't slack off once the Tenth Doctor and Martha arrive, and he continues to absorb the reader with his wry tone:
“Ah, yeah!” the tall man's accent was English, his voice enthusiastic, “lovely morning, really, just lovely! You're Archie Goodwin!”
“Thanks,” I told him. “I wasn't sure.”
He grinned even more broadly, looking over between me and the black girl. “See, Martha, what did I tell you? The wit, the wit, the looks-- Not so much the charm, yet, but you have to like the wit!”
Story Link: The Orchid ThiefMy apologies to the mods for the double post.