FIC: "Four Things" (Buck; gen)
Due to some weirdness right now, this journal is deleted, but it'll be back soon. In the meantime, I'm posting my Drop into Holland fic for hiyacynth here. Thanks to nullsechs, who listened to me ramble about trauma, and to abyssinia4077, who beta-ed and talked to me about bleeding to death. We are cheery people.
( 'Four Things' [Buck; gen] )
( 'Four Things' [Buck; gen] )
Okay, what an amazing opening sequence. The second paragraph, particularly, killed me. This sentence: Buck thinks maybe five years. is so brilliant. You're right there with Buck, on this tiny thin ledge between reason and insanity, and it just makes me weep for poor strapping Buck who's never ever going to be the golden boy again.
all Buck could smell was his wounds.
First: Eew. Second: More eew plus ow. Third: omg poor poor Buck is so in the same hospital as poor poor Joe. Someone should sue.
Sure, there are still nights-but he doesn’t remember the nights, mostly, and if he doesn’t remember they can’t be all that bad.
Saddest sentence ever.
Oh, wait, then there's this thast might just win: Because he’s four bullet-holes heavier, and that’s a weight no one should have to shoulder.
“I’ve got no legs,” Buck says evenly. “Oh, Christ.”
O won't you please stop breaking my heart? Please? This line kills me. It's too sad and perfect and beautiful and broken and Buck.
“You a medic now, Lip?” Buck tries to peer over Lipton’s shoulder at the clearing beyond, where the snow is red and rutted as though a plow passed through. After a moment he feels his legs leave him again, his legs and the log and the whole cold spinning world, and he closes his eyes. “Boy, you get to be everything.”
Please excuse my quoting your entire paragraph, but it is so fucking brilliant I couldn't choose just one bit of it. I could *hear* Buck saying these words. I can *hear* where his voice gets all thin and brittle, where it squeaks, can see where his eyes flit all around.
And then OMG Johnny! I was really not expecting that. He's so... JOHNNY. I love you.
And yes, the winner for the best, saddest ending line ever goes to: and you’re lucky if you even know four things about people before it takes them away because oh god the circular, agonizing beauty of this story is unbearable.
You rock my world. Thank you so much.
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Okay, what an amazing opening sequence. The second paragraph, particularly, killed me. This sentence: Buck thinks maybe five years. is so brilliant.
Eeee, so happy to hear this. I actually wrote the opening sequence in my head while I was walking along the street on a lunch break, and then typed it up when I got back to work, so it still feels very strange to me. I forget where it came from, sort of. :)
And then OMG Johnny! I was really not expecting that. He's so... JOHNNY. I love you.
I had so much fun putting Johnny in. I was like "So, who would get really pissed off at the replacement and then articulate it? --Hello, Johnny Martin!"
You rock my world. Thank you so much.
You're very, very welcome. I'm just thrilled you liked it.
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Still with the Buckfic love...
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