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Imperfect by Molly (PG?)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ: Not known
Author Website: http://www.voyeuse.net/stories/sindex.htm
Why this must be read:
This is beautiful writing, in a deceptively low key style. In the author's notes, Molly writes Additionally...I find this to be an odd story, for me. For all its length (and for me, this is pretty long), not much happens. In fact, what does happen probably leaves off in such a place to need a sequel, but I can't promise that will happen. So it is what it is, for now, and I hope that's enough. Meaning, it's approaching slash, but not quite there.
And while I agree that a sequel would be nice (but sadly, I doubt there's one forthcoming), I don't particuarly agree that nothing much happens - it's just that the 'action' takes place mainly as a series of reflections in Jim's head. Written in Jim's POV, this fic touches on Jim's relationship with his brother, the way his view of the world has been affected by his senses (which is handled in an original and refreshing way), and of course on his relationship with Blair. Almost as good are the tantalising glimpses of Blair that we see, viewed through Jim's eyes so that his motivations are only as clear to us as they are to Jim. I really like this fic - it's so good that I don't mind that it's not *actually* slash - it stands without it.
I had trouble picking a quote for this, since I had several different quotes to choose from. I eventually selected this one, since it's taken from near the beginning and won't give too much away.
Until eventually Blair spoke again, quiet, cautious, sounding very much like a man having conversations with the angel and devil sitting on his shoulders. "You want to know a secret?"
"Um... okay, sure."
"Well, you asked. You said to let you in the secret. So tell me. You really want to know one of my secrets?"
"Sandburg, you-- okay, shoot. A secret."
"Okay, a secret. I don't want to be out here."
"That's no secret, Chief." Jim frowned slightly. "Your teeth are chattering."
"That's not the secret. The secret is where I'd rather be."
"Reading up on some obscure neo-pagan ritualistic sacrificial practice?"
"Funny, Jim. You know, forget it."
"Fine, fine. Where would you rather be? And if you say out on some hot date, you'll regret it."
"See, there's the thing. Already there. I just wish it were somewhere warmer."
Jim blinked, mostly because the tone of Blair's voice went nearly all the way to convincing him that the meaning implicit in the words was being entirely imagined by his own sleep-deprived, bored mind. He played the last few phrases they'd spoken over in his head, just to be sure, and wouldn't you know, he wasn't imagining things. So he blinked again. "Sandburg?"
Imperfect, by Molly.
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ: Not known
Author Website: http://www.voyeuse.net/stories/sindex.htm
Why this must be read:
This is beautiful writing, in a deceptively low key style. In the author's notes, Molly writes Additionally...I find this to be an odd story, for me. For all its length (and for me, this is pretty long), not much happens. In fact, what does happen probably leaves off in such a place to need a sequel, but I can't promise that will happen. So it is what it is, for now, and I hope that's enough. Meaning, it's approaching slash, but not quite there.
And while I agree that a sequel would be nice (but sadly, I doubt there's one forthcoming), I don't particuarly agree that nothing much happens - it's just that the 'action' takes place mainly as a series of reflections in Jim's head. Written in Jim's POV, this fic touches on Jim's relationship with his brother, the way his view of the world has been affected by his senses (which is handled in an original and refreshing way), and of course on his relationship with Blair. Almost as good are the tantalising glimpses of Blair that we see, viewed through Jim's eyes so that his motivations are only as clear to us as they are to Jim. I really like this fic - it's so good that I don't mind that it's not *actually* slash - it stands without it.
I had trouble picking a quote for this, since I had several different quotes to choose from. I eventually selected this one, since it's taken from near the beginning and won't give too much away.
Until eventually Blair spoke again, quiet, cautious, sounding very much like a man having conversations with the angel and devil sitting on his shoulders. "You want to know a secret?"
"Um... okay, sure."
"Well, you asked. You said to let you in the secret. So tell me. You really want to know one of my secrets?"
"Sandburg, you-- okay, shoot. A secret."
"Okay, a secret. I don't want to be out here."
"That's no secret, Chief." Jim frowned slightly. "Your teeth are chattering."
"That's not the secret. The secret is where I'd rather be."
"Reading up on some obscure neo-pagan ritualistic sacrificial practice?"
"Funny, Jim. You know, forget it."
"Fine, fine. Where would you rather be? And if you say out on some hot date, you'll regret it."
"See, there's the thing. Already there. I just wish it were somewhere warmer."
Jim blinked, mostly because the tone of Blair's voice went nearly all the way to convincing him that the meaning implicit in the words was being entirely imagined by his own sleep-deprived, bored mind. He played the last few phrases they'd spoken over in his head, just to be sure, and wouldn't you know, he wasn't imagining things. So he blinked again. "Sandburg?"
Imperfect, by Molly.
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