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Bargaining stage, by Astrogirl (PGP, rated PG-13)
Fandom: BLAKES 7
Pairing: Avon/Blake (Blake/Avon? Semantics?)
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astrogirl2
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Why this must be read:
bargaining stage
Pairing: Avon/Blake (Blake/Avon? Semantics?)
Author on LJ:
astrogirl2Author Website: ?
Why this must be read:
There it is.
The one I kept for the very last day of the month, because I wanted so badly to rec it. And now I'm somewhat at a loss for words.
This fic is the fic I always wanted to read because everything I like about B7 is in it.
Avon's characterisation is excruciatingly painfully *true*. The despair, the emptiness, the obsessive destructive love for Blake... That's it.
Blake. Ah, Blake, the committed rebel who puts the Cause above all. Above Avon. Whom he loves, no doubt, but... Not quite the way Avon wants to be loved. A love that isn't reciprocated. I hated Blake in this fic for being so much himself and loved him for exactly the same reason.
Oh, and there's an alien who can fulfil wishes -with a price to pay.
(And the writing... *gasps in delight*)
And suddenly, she was there. Avon looked up, saw her smiling at Blake, that smile she had had for him in the village, and for her victim. He wanted to lunge at her, rip at her throat, no matter how futile such action might be, but he was cemented to the spot, even his voice paralyzed.
"You wished to speak with me, Roj Blake?" Her voice held that same note of chill amusement that Avon remembered.
Blake was gazing at her with something sickeningly like awe. "Yes," he breathed. Then, bolder, more himself: "Yes. I understand I have you to thank for my life."
The smile became a laugh. "Oh, you have that one to thank." A nod of the head toward Avon. "He valued you more than wealth, or safety, or the defeat of the Federation." She was looking at Avon now, a shining mockery in her eyes.
And Blake's were widening. "Defeat...?" He looked at Avon, accusing, angry. More angry than he had been at his own death, and clearly written on his face was: "Avon you had the chance to destroy the Federation with a word...!" Avon knew that look, knew it far, far too well. It was the look of a man betrayed.
If he had been able to move, he would have slumped to the floor.
Blake held his gaze for a moment more, then turned deliberately back to the alien, his best rabble-rousing manner firmly in place. "If you could help..." he began. But she reached out, stopped him with a finger to his lips.
If there's only one fic you need to read in B7 to be convinced that this fandom is awesome, and that the characters are just among the best who've been on TV... go read
The one I kept for the very last day of the month, because I wanted so badly to rec it. And now I'm somewhat at a loss for words.
This fic is the fic I always wanted to read because everything I like about B7 is in it.
Avon's characterisation is excruciatingly painfully *true*. The despair, the emptiness, the obsessive destructive love for Blake... That's it.
Blake. Ah, Blake, the committed rebel who puts the Cause above all. Above Avon. Whom he loves, no doubt, but... Not quite the way Avon wants to be loved. A love that isn't reciprocated. I hated Blake in this fic for being so much himself and loved him for exactly the same reason.
Oh, and there's an alien who can fulfil wishes -with a price to pay.
(And the writing... *gasps in delight*)
And suddenly, she was there. Avon looked up, saw her smiling at Blake, that smile she had had for him in the village, and for her victim. He wanted to lunge at her, rip at her throat, no matter how futile such action might be, but he was cemented to the spot, even his voice paralyzed.
"You wished to speak with me, Roj Blake?" Her voice held that same note of chill amusement that Avon remembered.
Blake was gazing at her with something sickeningly like awe. "Yes," he breathed. Then, bolder, more himself: "Yes. I understand I have you to thank for my life."
The smile became a laugh. "Oh, you have that one to thank." A nod of the head toward Avon. "He valued you more than wealth, or safety, or the defeat of the Federation." She was looking at Avon now, a shining mockery in her eyes.
And Blake's were widening. "Defeat...?" He looked at Avon, accusing, angry. More angry than he had been at his own death, and clearly written on his face was: "Avon you had the chance to destroy the Federation with a word...!" Avon knew that look, knew it far, far too well. It was the look of a man betrayed.
If he had been able to move, he would have slumped to the floor.
Blake held his gaze for a moment more, then turned deliberately back to the alien, his best rabble-rousing manner firmly in place. "If you could help..." he began. But she reached out, stopped him with a finger to his lips.
If there's only one fic you need to read in B7 to be convinced that this fandom is awesome, and that the characters are just among the best who've been on TV... go read
bargaining stage