The Seventh Doctor, Ace, Curtis LeMay, and an oddly familiar giggling man in a wheelchair. Nuclear war, messed up timelines, megadeath, and a Doctor with the cold-blooded side showing. Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff, paradox, history, real stakes, twists, and the bodycount the Doctor always leaves behind himself. Seven can be dark, and he is here, and the shadows of his other selves are with him.
This is what I want from Who fanfic. This. Thanks very much for the rec,
clocketpatch. I'm very glad to have read it. 