Rec: Merlyn Sickness by Prochytes
Story: Merlyn Sickness
Author: Prochytes
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1711
Author's Summary: Time’s arrow does not exclude the possibility of trick shots. (Crossover with Arrow.)
Characters/Pairings: Gwen Cooper, Jack Harkness
Warnings: None.
Recced because: I love crossovers, and one of the shows I've recently liked is Arrow, whose major villain in season 1 is played by John Barrowman as Malcolm Merlyn. This story takes the idea that Merlyn is one of Jack Harkness's identities and runs with it, with lots of wibbly-wobbly angst for all concerned. The story can be read without knowledge of the crossover.
“I don’t need lessons in morality from a cornered hustler.”
“Don’t you? All those property speculations that just happened to fall before natural disasters. Are you a fan of T. H. White, Malcolm? ‘Mr. Merlyn’ - the clue’s in the name. You know the future because you’ve already lived it.”
The chill in his spine matched the clammy moisture on his forehead. “Where are you from?”
She shrugged. “I’ve already told you. Wales. Principal exports: Caerphilly, Rugby Union, the Manics. Oh, and girls who switch their drinks. You’re looking a bit peaky there, Malcolm. Have you swallowed something that disagreed with you?”
later - Many apologies for the faulty link, and for not fixing it sooner!
Author: Prochytes
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1711
Author's Summary: Time’s arrow does not exclude the possibility of trick shots. (Crossover with Arrow.)
Characters/Pairings: Gwen Cooper, Jack Harkness
Warnings: None.
Recced because: I love crossovers, and one of the shows I've recently liked is Arrow, whose major villain in season 1 is played by John Barrowman as Malcolm Merlyn. This story takes the idea that Merlyn is one of Jack Harkness's identities and runs with it, with lots of wibbly-wobbly angst for all concerned. The story can be read without knowledge of the crossover.
“I don’t need lessons in morality from a cornered hustler.”
“Don’t you? All those property speculations that just happened to fall before natural disasters. Are you a fan of T. H. White, Malcolm? ‘Mr. Merlyn’ - the clue’s in the name. You know the future because you’ve already lived it.”
The chill in his spine matched the clammy moisture on his forehead. “Where are you from?”
She shrugged. “I’ve already told you. Wales. Principal exports: Caerphilly, Rugby Union, the Manics. Oh, and girls who switch their drinks. You’re looking a bit peaky there, Malcolm. Have you swallowed something that disagreed with you?”
later - Many apologies for the faulty link, and for not fixing it sooner!