Fic Rec!
So, I haven't recced anything on my LJ in a while, since I haven't had time to really put together a post, but I had to make an exception for this fic. Now, I may be a little biased since I helped beta this, but I really don't care. :)
People Say A Lot Of Things They Don't Mean by scribblinlenore [Burn Notice/Fall Out Boy Crossover -- Michael/Pete, Pete/Patrick, Michael/Fiona | NC-17 | 22,801 words] - Patrick is kidnapped, and Pete hires Michael to find him. This is absolutely fantastic. It may sound like a strange crossover, but Lenore makes you wonder why it hasn't been done before. The characterization is pitch perfect, especially her Michael, and I really love the way she writes all of the relationships, especially Pete/Patrick. This would fit in seamlessly as an episode of the show, but works well regardless of whether or not you know both fandoms.
Michael is dreaming when the infernal banging begins. He doesn't remember much about the dream once the racket jolts him awake, just a few fuzzy after-images. There's Fiona, smiling with such a complete lack of disappointment that it must be a hopeless fantasy or a memory from years ago. There's also, for some odd reason, a dancing bear, and even more disturbingly, Carla. That's like cold water in the face, and he rolls out of bed, his brain instantly online, calculating. He glances at the clock, just past eight, too early for a friendly visit. So it's either trouble or another party-addled hipster who's taken a wrong turn on the way home from the club. He grabs the 9mm out of the nightstand. Either way, he figures it'll come in handy.
He peers out the peephole, and standing there is a dark, skinny mess of a soon-to-be-dead man, covered in tattoos, wearing yesterday's makeup. Apparently, it's not early for him, so much as very, very late. Michael considers the possibilities, black ops maneuvers for hiding bodies that involve duct tape, cuticle scissors and a bag of quick lime. The banging gets even louder, the soon-to-be dead man really putting his back into it, and Michael flings open the door. Pistol-whipping in broad daylight, he figures, will work just as well as stealth.
The soon-to-be dead man blinks at him, all big, dark eyes of doom and quivering lip.
"I lost Patrick," he says mournfully.
If you are a fan of either of these fandoms, or this author, you owe it to yourself to check this one out. You won't be sorry.
People Say A Lot Of Things They Don't Mean by scribblinlenore [Burn Notice/Fall Out Boy Crossover -- Michael/Pete, Pete/Patrick, Michael/Fiona | NC-17 | 22,801 words] - Patrick is kidnapped, and Pete hires Michael to find him. This is absolutely fantastic. It may sound like a strange crossover, but Lenore makes you wonder why it hasn't been done before. The characterization is pitch perfect, especially her Michael, and I really love the way she writes all of the relationships, especially Pete/Patrick. This would fit in seamlessly as an episode of the show, but works well regardless of whether or not you know both fandoms.
Michael is dreaming when the infernal banging begins. He doesn't remember much about the dream once the racket jolts him awake, just a few fuzzy after-images. There's Fiona, smiling with such a complete lack of disappointment that it must be a hopeless fantasy or a memory from years ago. There's also, for some odd reason, a dancing bear, and even more disturbingly, Carla. That's like cold water in the face, and he rolls out of bed, his brain instantly online, calculating. He glances at the clock, just past eight, too early for a friendly visit. So it's either trouble or another party-addled hipster who's taken a wrong turn on the way home from the club. He grabs the 9mm out of the nightstand. Either way, he figures it'll come in handy.
He peers out the peephole, and standing there is a dark, skinny mess of a soon-to-be-dead man, covered in tattoos, wearing yesterday's makeup. Apparently, it's not early for him, so much as very, very late. Michael considers the possibilities, black ops maneuvers for hiding bodies that involve duct tape, cuticle scissors and a bag of quick lime. The banging gets even louder, the soon-to-be dead man really putting his back into it, and Michael flings open the door. Pistol-whipping in broad daylight, he figures, will work just as well as stealth.
The soon-to-be dead man blinks at him, all big, dark eyes of doom and quivering lip.
"I lost Patrick," he says mournfully.
If you are a fan of either of these fandoms, or this author, you owe it to yourself to check this one out. You won't be sorry.