Cold War by Sheffield (PG13)

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Hi everybody. I'm happy to be driving The Sentinel Crack Van for March. This is my first time driving the van, but I still won't  let Jim take the wheel, no matter how much he tries to intimidate me, because we all know how hard he is on his vehicles :-)

I discovered Crack Van while looking for some recs for a new fan. I was surprised at how few gen recs were here, so that is what I'm going to concentrate on. I am bi-fictional but must admit to a special weakness for the purity of brothers-in-arms friendships. I'm pretty eclectic in my tastes, but I especially love long, complex plots, alternate universes, crossovers, action, and drama wrapped up in wit and elegant writing with on-the-mark characterizations.

I always wonder when I hear fans say they will only read slash. What's not to love about fine writing, inventive plots, and great characterizations? So, I urge everyone, even if you prefer slash, to give some of these stories a try. They will be mostly gen, but I know there are a few slash stories I won't be able to resist including.

Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: none (gen)
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Dreamtime, Sheffield's Fan Fiction Page
Why this must be read:  If you think Iris, the Girl Next Door, took Blair on a wild ride, wait until you see what happens when a desperate Lee Brackett kidnaps Blair as incentive for Jim to take out the killer on Brackett's tail! Sheffield spins a yarn of escalating peril with wry, exasperated wit. Will Sandburg resourcefulness and Sentinel senses be able to save the day? Or will it take blind luck?

Excerpt:

Phone, phone, be a phone. Or a diner. A gas station. Another car. A moose, for heaven's sake! There has to be something, somewhere, in this godforsaken wilderness. He was going to have to stop muttering to himself, or else by the time Jim found him he was going to be in a psych ward somewhere, gibbering about dead Russians. Maybe they were Latvians. Or Estonians. Dammit, they could be Westonians for all he knew! Freedonians. Kidnapponians. Anthropologistonians. He shrugged deeper into the coat. Say one thing for insane Westonian kidnappers, at least they know how to do warm clothing. A hat would have been nice. Some pants would have been nicer. He wondered, academically, if it was true that bits of a person would simply fall off from frostbite. Given the usual Luck of the Sandburgs, he was taking no bets as to which bits.

Cold War