The West Coast Two-Step by aeroport_art (NC-17)
Fandom: GENERATION KILL
Pairing: Brad Colbert/Nate Fick, Brad Colbert/f
Length: 36,000
Author on LJ: aeroport_art
Author Website: LJ
Why this must be read:
In the mini, Brad states, "there are no cowboys." In this story, aeroport_art makes them actual cowboys. And the result is brilliant. She builds a while world here: Reno, NV, year 1888, with Brad as our trusty Sheriff. Nate shows up after a grisly shoot-out, piquing Brad's interest. Their interaction is wonderfully prickly, befitting the lawmen they both are. The rest of Bravo 2 is also here, all fully themselves as Brad's deputies, Nate's coworkers, or residents of the town. This story uses so many elements from canon, skillfully weaving them into the Old West. The result is gorgeous and tactile and so much fun:
"And I know you know already, but proper introduction: you're in Washoe County's one-and-only Reno. Population four thousand, and home to the dullest lot of lawmen west of the Mississippi.” Ray makes a wounded noise from somewhere.
The stranger tilts his head back and drains the rest of his water. Brad's eyes slide down, following the bobbing up-and-down motion of his Adam's apple. When the stranger resurfaces, the bright red of his moist lips contrasts with the dusty film that covers the rest of his face, his clothes. "I'm Nathaniel Fick," he says as Brad's eyes snap back up, "but call me Nate." He extends a hand.
The West Coast Two-Step
Pairing: Brad Colbert/Nate Fick, Brad Colbert/f
Length: 36,000
Author on LJ: aeroport_art
Author Website: LJ
Why this must be read:
In the mini, Brad states, "there are no cowboys." In this story, aeroport_art makes them actual cowboys. And the result is brilliant. She builds a while world here: Reno, NV, year 1888, with Brad as our trusty Sheriff. Nate shows up after a grisly shoot-out, piquing Brad's interest. Their interaction is wonderfully prickly, befitting the lawmen they both are. The rest of Bravo 2 is also here, all fully themselves as Brad's deputies, Nate's coworkers, or residents of the town. This story uses so many elements from canon, skillfully weaving them into the Old West. The result is gorgeous and tactile and so much fun:
"And I know you know already, but proper introduction: you're in Washoe County's one-and-only Reno. Population four thousand, and home to the dullest lot of lawmen west of the Mississippi.” Ray makes a wounded noise from somewhere.
The stranger tilts his head back and drains the rest of his water. Brad's eyes slide down, following the bobbing up-and-down motion of his Adam's apple. When the stranger resurfaces, the bright red of his moist lips contrasts with the dusty film that covers the rest of his face, his clothes. "I'm Nathaniel Fick," he says as Brad's eyes snap back up, "but call me Nate." He extends a hand.
The West Coast Two-Step