Rec: Fic: M7 A Matter of Trust by Lacey McBain
Not a lot of you are Magnificent Seven fans, I know, but I have to rec this anyway. First of all, it's set in the same storyline as my The Tale of a Deed. So I'm kind of thrilled and awed. But compliment to me or not, that wouldn't make it something I'd recommend automatically.
No, I'm recommending it because it's beautifully written, tender and wonderful. Also, it's by Lacey McBain. laceymcbain! Plenty of you should recognize her from her wonderful SGA stories. I'd think that would be enough to make you read it, really. I know it would me.
She writes:
Title: A Matter of Trust (Missing Scene)
Author: Lacey McBain
Pairing: Vin/Ezra
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~6500
Summary: Inspired by auburnnothenna’s wonderful fic The Tale of a Deed, she wrote: "Vin figured that maybe, if he got drunk enough, Ezra might sit in the tub and finally let out some of the grief that he'd been carrying around since Virginia City - since the war really - either that or he'd just drink himself into passing out. Either way, Vin would be around to watch his back. Sometime during the night, he would get a promise out of Ezra; a promise to stay in Four Corners until Vin returned."
And I felt compelled to fill-in what might’ve happened in those hours between the entry into the bathhouse and Vin leaving to find Ezra’s horse. The original is not slash, although there are definitely overtones, and this piece should fall after the lines I’ve quoted above (from Part 3).
A Matter of Trust
It's her first M7 story and the first thing she's written in a while, so read and give feedback.
That's how it works. See the feed part of 'feedback'? Yeeeees, we all live for that stuff. It fuels us when we're depressed or frustrated, when we think we're writing the most cliched, ill-begotten mishmash piece of trash ever penned or typed (even when it is true), when the washing machine overflows soap suds everywhere, stomach viruses and bosses attack, and the temperature hits the triple digits Fahrenheit about the time the electrical bill arrives and the back account lets out a death rattle. So feed the author. She'll appreciate it. And she'll have a little more will to write the next thing. Which I'll appreciate, too.
Meanwhile, if I want any feedback I'd better write something. Arrrgh. Ard.
No, I'm recommending it because it's beautifully written, tender and wonderful. Also, it's by Lacey McBain. laceymcbain! Plenty of you should recognize her from her wonderful SGA stories. I'd think that would be enough to make you read it, really. I know it would me.
She writes:
Title: A Matter of Trust (Missing Scene)
Author: Lacey McBain
Pairing: Vin/Ezra
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~6500
Summary: Inspired by auburnnothenna’s wonderful fic The Tale of a Deed, she wrote: "Vin figured that maybe, if he got drunk enough, Ezra might sit in the tub and finally let out some of the grief that he'd been carrying around since Virginia City - since the war really - either that or he'd just drink himself into passing out. Either way, Vin would be around to watch his back. Sometime during the night, he would get a promise out of Ezra; a promise to stay in Four Corners until Vin returned."
And I felt compelled to fill-in what might’ve happened in those hours between the entry into the bathhouse and Vin leaving to find Ezra’s horse. The original is not slash, although there are definitely overtones, and this piece should fall after the lines I’ve quoted above (from Part 3).
A Matter of Trust
It's her first M7 story and the first thing she's written in a while, so read and give feedback.
That's how it works. See the feed part of 'feedback'? Yeeeees, we all live for that stuff. It fuels us when we're depressed or frustrated, when we think we're writing the most cliched, ill-begotten mishmash piece of trash ever penned or typed (even when it is true), when the washing machine overflows soap suds everywhere, stomach viruses and bosses attack, and the temperature hits the triple digits Fahrenheit about the time the electrical bill arrives and the back account lets out a death rattle. So feed the author. She'll appreciate it. And she'll have a little more will to write the next thing. Which I'll appreciate, too.
Meanwhile, if I want any feedback I'd better write something. Arrrgh. Ard.