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crack_van2006-03-15 09:20 pm
caz963.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-03-15 09:20 pm
Entry tags:
Adamant, by skywaterblue (PG)
Fandom: THE WEST WING/X-MEN MOVIEVERSE
Pairing: no pairing
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
skywaterblue
Author Website:
Why this must be read:
This may seem at first glance to be rather an... odd crossover - and perhaps it is, but it's wonderfully written and characterised.
The story centres on the 12 year old Josh Lyman, and an encounter with his grandfather...
...Magneto, with whom he's not supposed to have contact. Tori has written another fic in this universe, and mentions that she's working on more, so perhaps if everyone that reads this pesters her, we might get some more! She's incorporated all the things we know about Josh that make him such a screw-up, added some teenage angst and insecurity - and made him an empath - not just any kind of empath, but a projectile empath - someone who can make others feel what he's feeling.
Josh shrugged and looked at his feet, feeling ashamed. He should have stood up for his grandfather and Mr. Xavier, he knew that. He should have told his parents the truth, but -- "I wanted to come home. I never wanted to go to the school, I just wanted to stop having the nightmares, and feeling things I shouldn't... I don't want to be better at it. I want to stay here and be normal." His Schwinn rolled over to his grandfather's side, and with a rotating motion of his index finger, the metal bits to the axel to the front wheel flew into his hand. Josh frowned, "What are you doing to my bike?"
"Fixing it," His grandfather answered, crouching down and rolling the wheel over. He pinched the bent spokes between his fingers, running them up slowly and straightening the metal. "Is that what your mother said? That if you stay here, and keep quiet, you can be /normal/?" His grandfather pulled his hands back, and the wheel stood on it's own, then rolled backward, the frame rising to match it. The parts levitated in the air, dancing in a complex spiral, as his grandfather motioned them back into place with all the grace of a classical conductor. Josh wondered why he'd thought that. It was a strange metaphor, and it tickled at the back of his head before somehow becoming less important.
"No," Josh answered, taking a step back. "She didn't need to say it."
Anyway, I liked the story - so here it is!
Adamant
and Tori wrote a commentary to go with it - which is well worth a read here
Pairing: no pairing
Author on LJ:
skywaterblueAuthor Website:
Why this must be read:
This may seem at first glance to be rather an... odd crossover - and perhaps it is, but it's wonderfully written and characterised.
The story centres on the 12 year old Josh Lyman, and an encounter with his grandfather...
...Magneto, with whom he's not supposed to have contact. Tori has written another fic in this universe, and mentions that she's working on more, so perhaps if everyone that reads this pesters her, we might get some more! She's incorporated all the things we know about Josh that make him such a screw-up, added some teenage angst and insecurity - and made him an empath - not just any kind of empath, but a projectile empath - someone who can make others feel what he's feeling.
Josh shrugged and looked at his feet, feeling ashamed. He should have stood up for his grandfather and Mr. Xavier, he knew that. He should have told his parents the truth, but -- "I wanted to come home. I never wanted to go to the school, I just wanted to stop having the nightmares, and feeling things I shouldn't... I don't want to be better at it. I want to stay here and be normal." His Schwinn rolled over to his grandfather's side, and with a rotating motion of his index finger, the metal bits to the axel to the front wheel flew into his hand. Josh frowned, "What are you doing to my bike?"
"Fixing it," His grandfather answered, crouching down and rolling the wheel over. He pinched the bent spokes between his fingers, running them up slowly and straightening the metal. "Is that what your mother said? That if you stay here, and keep quiet, you can be /normal/?" His grandfather pulled his hands back, and the wheel stood on it's own, then rolled backward, the frame rising to match it. The parts levitated in the air, dancing in a complex spiral, as his grandfather motioned them back into place with all the grace of a classical conductor. Josh wondered why he'd thought that. It was a strange metaphor, and it tickled at the back of his head before somehow becoming less important.
"No," Josh answered, taking a step back. "She didn't need to say it."
Anyway, I liked the story - so here it is!
Adamant
and Tori wrote a commentary to go with it - which is well worth a read here