ext_4058 ([identity profile] mandysbitch.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2005-07-02 04:28 pm
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Whatever Happened to Baby Mandy by Teanna ("L for Language")

Helloooooo... I'm [livejournal.com profile] mandysbitch and I'll be recommending West Wing fic at the [livejournal.com profile] crack_van this month (and Oz but we'll get to that later. Naturally, if anyone can find me an Oz/West Wing crossover by the 15th I'll be a happy girl...). It's been a long time since I've been in the driver's seat of the van, I'm not sure I remember how it's done. Where the fuck is reverse? ;)

Okay, let's get on with it. In TWW fandom you'll find me reccing a bit of everything. Expect some girlslash, expect some boyslash, expect something old, something new, something borrowed... eh... something you might not have seen before. And FEEDBACK kiddies. Always. Otherwise Auntie [livejournal.com profile] mandysbitch will cut off your habit.

Fandom: THE WEST WING
Pairing: Mandy/ Josh (mostly Mandy/ Neuroses)
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] gatefiction
Author Website: Road Kill
Why this must be read:

A)it's one of my favourite West Wing stories of all time.
B) it's one of the reasons why [livejournal.com profile] mandysbitch has her name.

Teanna has such a loose and funky-free style. It's highly addictive and extraordinarily compelling. It's particularly effective here where Mandy is the central character and the neuroses going on in her head is an important element to the story. You get a real feel for a character the show handled clumsily (before unceremoniously ditching). Between this story and Out Here in the Fields by Sabine (already recced here) Mandy is resurrected in fanfic.

But if you need further incentive, read this because we all know what it's like to be an outsider, to be the one that doesn't quite fit in and is never good enough. In here you'll see a little something of someone you know, if not yourself.


Josh is in their room, he's standing by the window, tapping his fingers slowly
against the glass - tap, tap, tap.

She shuts the door behind her and walks to the closet, to take out her bags.

"You know," says Josh, "I didn't have time to sit Shiva for him. When he… I
just flew there and then back, back to the campaign."

She says nothing; she has nothing to say, to this.

"Not that we're very religious. Not at all. But… It's like I never, we didn't ever
find the time to just, you know, talk."

She's surprised to find that her throat is dry and that speaking, for once,
speaking is hard.

"You and your Dad? Or you and me?"

He turns.

"Mandy, I…"

"What, you're gonna say 'this isn't going to work, Mandy?' Don't bother; I've
heard it already, tonight. After Leo, _your_ carefully rehearsed lines won't
sound quite so good, you know."

Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Yeah, whatever.


Whatever Happened to Baby Mandy