FIC: In Debt (Sharpe/Jane, Jane/Rossendale, Sharpe/Rossendale)
Title: In Debt
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Pairing: Sharpe/Jane, Jane/Rossendale, Sharpe/Rossendale
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Lothlorien and sons_of_gondor.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: I may march over the hills and far away alongside Richard Sharpe, but Bernard Cornwell, the lucky, lucky man, owns the rogue, not me.
Summary: Of all the things Sharpe was prepared for, he wasn't ready for this sort of betrayal.
Notes: Written for the seans_50 February Film Challenge using Sharpe's Revenge as inspiration. Also written for the "Rage" challenge prompt (#19) at sharpe_thinking and for kittylass, who is being extremely patient as I am being extremely slow in whipping the LotRPS boys into shape for her. This, then, is a bonus fic written for her that does not factor into her winnings from the help_haiti auction, but rather is both teaser and apology as other characters continue to drag their heels and refuse to behave for me on paper.
(The force of the blow shuddered up Sharpe's arm, his fist still curled into itself...)
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Pairing: Sharpe/Jane, Jane/Rossendale, Sharpe/Rossendale
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Lothlorien and sons_of_gondor.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: I may march over the hills and far away alongside Richard Sharpe, but Bernard Cornwell, the lucky, lucky man, owns the rogue, not me.
Summary: Of all the things Sharpe was prepared for, he wasn't ready for this sort of betrayal.
Notes: Written for the seans_50 February Film Challenge using Sharpe's Revenge as inspiration. Also written for the "Rage" challenge prompt (#19) at sharpe_thinking and for kittylass, who is being extremely patient as I am being extremely slow in whipping the LotRPS boys into shape for her. This, then, is a bonus fic written for her that does not factor into her winnings from the help_haiti auction, but rather is both teaser and apology as other characters continue to drag their heels and refuse to behave for me on paper.
(The force of the blow shuddered up Sharpe's arm, his fist still curled into itself...)