There is so much brilliant Generation Kill fic showing up these days - it's bliss as a reader and scary as a writer! Anyway, this is a wee gift for
shoshannagold (who wanted Nate recovering post OIF) and
trolleys (who wanted Nate drunk-dialing Brad and also Brad breaking his leg, Nate stopping by to see he's okay and ending up practically moving in). I managed the
(
Read more... )
Comments 76
isn't that just what its all about!!!!
(oh, and butter is always funny - i totally agree)
Reply
Thanks for reading! <3
Reply
"What sort of butterfly was it, sir?" Christeson asked, no doubt that Nate would have the answer.
AND THEN NATE DOES. I love this line, and I love this fic, even though it was painful. Which is not something I usually dive right into.
Reply
And yeah, Nate's the kind of guy who either has the answer, or will make damn sure he can find it for you.
Reply
Reply
I love the description of Nate's restlessness and he slowly finding his way.
Thank you!
Reply
As for the butter (oh, Nate). It almost happened to me once. Except it was oil on the floor and I didn't break my arms but just sprained my wrist a bit. :)
Reply
I hope you got more sympathy than Nate!
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment