And Then There Were Two

[gwassh0ppa]

Title: And Then There Were Two
Pairing: C/G, G/L
Disclaimer: LtM not mine
Rating: T
Summary: You try not to think of the warmth seeping through Loker's jacket, or Cal's leg pressed deliberately against your own.
A/N: No beta, all mistakes are mine. This is for Pineapple, happy birthday, kid. Listen to Volcano by Damien Rice for the full effect. For

Comments

[tinlizzie82]

That is positively masterful even though i otherwise wouldn't get the whole Gill/Loker ship I totally believe it in this story. Personally I think it was Loker left in the limo since Cal so totally deserves that. And besides, if it was Cal I want him to get out and spen the night. LOL!

[the_popsicle]

I LOVE the ambiguity here I was think it wss Loker the whole way through (still kinda do) but boy you had me right till the end. So well written.

[doctorbabe]

Wow, this is awesome! I love how it can be read as multiple ships. You did a great job of shifting backward/forward in time. It was very easy to follow and really made the story that much more interesting. Great fic!

[lorenluvsjeff33]

lakjdflakfjdklajfdalkfjda << this is me right now. that was awesome and hot and amazing and like eight gillion other words that i could totally come up with if i were any more coherent. i read it the first time through thinking it was loker but on my second read through, i was leaning toward cal. FJDLS. you are amazing. that is all. =]

[vivrebarefoot]

Jaw dropped. I, I don't know what to do with that! I'm totally torn. I WANT it to be Cal in the limo but Loker in the limo would make a ridiculous amount of sense. I've never even contemplated C/L before. And now, I may have to rewatch the eps to see if it's canon. Because right now I think it really might be. O.o

That's powerful writing. Making me rethink some ships. Oh, and this line:

They're practically breathing each other's air at the moment and if you didn't know any better, you'd say they were in lust.

Except he's looking at you.

This is CALLIAN. Loooooooooks. Hotness. The whole thing drips of hotness.