February Recs Challenge, Day 20: QaF Fic
Argh, I am vexed! The story I wanted to rec tonight has recently been f-locked, and I can't seem to find a public version of it. Alas.
Ah well, on to the next fic in the queue. I am sort of freaking out because I have only...*counts*...five more QaF slots for this month, and so many more fics I want to rec! Meep!
The Tick Tick Boom by soundczech
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst
Summary: The first anniversary of the Prom. Angst.
My Comments:
Okay, I admit it -- I have a soft spot for post-bashing fics. They hit all my hurt/comfort buttons. Combine that with Brian's silent longing for Justin in early S3, and you have a fic that makes me squirm with all the delicious angst.
This fic imagines that Brian's birthday and the bashing anniversary fall sometime before 307 -- and that Brian and Justin's shared experience can't help but draw them to each other even though they're technically not together any more. There's lots of gorgeous imagery in this, but the ending especially is perfect. *happy, angsty sigh*
Excerpt:
"I didn't order this," Brian says.
"I bet you didn't have a cake," Justin says. He holds a match to a tealight and lifts it up before Brian's face. "Blow out your candles."
Brian gazes at him above the flickering light of the candle, below the fluorescent glow of the overhead lights. Justin's hair is so long now, but Brian can picture the thick white scar beneath all that hair as if it were on display in front of him. His body throbs all over for a single second, but Justin is smiling as if he doesn't remember what happened a year ago on Thursday. Such a pretty smile.
Brian blows out the candle.
He takes a knife and slices the donut in two. He hands the considerably larger slice to Justin and says, "Did you bake it yourself?"
Justin laughs a little, but then his smile dims. Brian can see it all coming back behind his eyes, Chris Hobbs and hospital and that terrible absence of memory, the tremor of his hands, those fucking headaches that assault him without warning. Brian wonders if Ethan knows that Justin likes to drink chocolate milk and watch tv after the bad nightmares. He wonders if he can trust Justin to Ethan's care.
"Brian," Justin says miserably.
Neither of them eats the donut.
If you enjoy, please leave the author some love!
Oh, and also a quick pimp: our second story discussion is now up over at classicshorts. We're discussing The Open Door by Saki. Feel free to drop by even if you're not a member. :-)
Ah well, on to the next fic in the queue. I am sort of freaking out because I have only...*counts*...five more QaF slots for this month, and so many more fics I want to rec! Meep!
The Tick Tick Boom by soundczech
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst
Summary: The first anniversary of the Prom. Angst.
My Comments:
Okay, I admit it -- I have a soft spot for post-bashing fics. They hit all my hurt/comfort buttons. Combine that with Brian's silent longing for Justin in early S3, and you have a fic that makes me squirm with all the delicious angst.
This fic imagines that Brian's birthday and the bashing anniversary fall sometime before 307 -- and that Brian and Justin's shared experience can't help but draw them to each other even though they're technically not together any more. There's lots of gorgeous imagery in this, but the ending especially is perfect. *happy, angsty sigh*
Excerpt:
"I didn't order this," Brian says.
"I bet you didn't have a cake," Justin says. He holds a match to a tealight and lifts it up before Brian's face. "Blow out your candles."
Brian gazes at him above the flickering light of the candle, below the fluorescent glow of the overhead lights. Justin's hair is so long now, but Brian can picture the thick white scar beneath all that hair as if it were on display in front of him. His body throbs all over for a single second, but Justin is smiling as if he doesn't remember what happened a year ago on Thursday. Such a pretty smile.
Brian blows out the candle.
He takes a knife and slices the donut in two. He hands the considerably larger slice to Justin and says, "Did you bake it yourself?"
Justin laughs a little, but then his smile dims. Brian can see it all coming back behind his eyes, Chris Hobbs and hospital and that terrible absence of memory, the tremor of his hands, those fucking headaches that assault him without warning. Brian wonders if Ethan knows that Justin likes to drink chocolate milk and watch tv after the bad nightmares. He wonders if he can trust Justin to Ethan's care.
"Brian," Justin says miserably.
Neither of them eats the donut.
If you enjoy, please leave the author some love!
Oh, and also a quick pimp: our second story discussion is now up over at classicshorts. We're discussing The Open Door by Saki. Feel free to drop by even if you're not a member. :-)