FIC: The Voice in Your Head May Not Be God-It Could Just Be Slammin' Sammy Meade

[rachel_wilder]

Title: The Voice in Your Head May Not Be God-It Could Just Be Slammin' Sammy Meade
Author: rachel_wilder
Rating: T (aka PG-13)
Disclaimer: All characters who appear in these stories belong to their respective creators, including Imagine Entertainment, NBC Universal Television Studio and Film 44.
Summary: A post-ep for 2.3. Written for fnl_laundrylist challenge #13. Someone

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[shelbecat]

First of all, killer title. I love it.

"You got anything else to say, Street?" the coach asked.

"Yeah," Jason replied. "I quit."

I like the abruptness of this. Jason had a little speech (he would), but then he just throws this in Coach's face. That's Jason perfectly.

People in glass houses shouldn't throw rocks.

Tim looked over at the silent television. It was his subconscious. He knew it.

Turnabout is fair play, Timmy Riggins.

"Are you allowed to mock me?" Tim asked out loud. "Aren't you supposed to comfort me and take up my burdens?"

Tim's version of talking to God is fabulous. Looking at the TV! But I like that there is a seriousness here. Tim can be serious and really think about the meaning of his actions. He's not so irresponsible that he doesn't think he's accountable for his own actions. Maybe he gives himself too much accountability. The "just take it...take it from me" is spot-on Riggins.

'Cause I'm not smart like Lyla and I'm not smooth with the ladies like you. I'm Jason Street and I could throw a football and that was it. And then I was Jason Street who could teach someone to throw a football and it wasn't like before, it wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad either," Jason choked out

I don't usually like Jason - you know. I sort of take him because I love Tim/Jason, but this is so touching. The tears feel honest, like not outright sobbing, but the burden of carrying the feeling that he just doesn't fit anymore is finally too much for him.

"He cut your nuts off, Six," Tim replied.

Well said, Tim.

"I can do my own seatbelt, you know," Jason had said.

"I've seen how long it takes you, Six," Tim had replied. "I'd like to get to Mexico before we're eligible for Social Security."

The slash...it writes itself.

Tim didn't know about any doctor in Mexico and what he could or couldn't do to help Jason, but he knew that he hadn't been able to get across that field last season. He didn't know if he could ever forget what had happened, but he could drive this truck with the funny gear stuff on the column down to Mexico and give Jay the best chance at a normal life since that kid hit him a year ago.

This could almost have been the end point. It's Tim saying he doesn't know much, but he knows he'll do whatever he can to help Jay. That's their relationship encapsulated in those few sentences.

[rachel_wilder]

I write fic to get your feedback...and now I just wish I ended the story earlier!

And you will love Jason. You will.

[shelbecat]

As you should, as you should.

As for ending the fic earlier - maybe you need a better beta ;)

[rachel_wilder]

Yeah, I've been trying to figure out how to cut her loose.

[shelbecat]

I heard she can be bribed with chocolate. Could be a rumor.