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crack_van2006-05-08 12:33 pm
lakester.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-05-08 12:33 pm
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No song has gone unsung by tahlia (PG13)
Fandom: THE WEST WING
Pairing: Zoey gen, some Zoey/Charlie, Zoey/Jean-Paul
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daygloparker
Author Website: As you sleep
Why this must be read: Because it's Zoey, and Zoey has always been in the cracks of the show - this is a five-things fic that shows how easily she could have slipped down them. It's five ways her life could have gone and by the end you're very glad they're five ways it didn't. The veering off from canon is both slight and plausible though the consequences are major.
The sketches of possibility are short and sparse, but the author makes you ache for Zoey with every word.
She swallows the tequila shot to wash away the taste of her own vomit in her mouth. It's been three months, but it hasn't gone away; the sight of Josh in a wheelchair, trying to smile under the lights of the cameras, only makes it stronger. It doesn't take long for the alcohol to affect her, and her body moves with slightly more feeling to the music in the crowded basement, and maybe it feels good. Maybe it feels good to feel so free after all this time, and to not care that there are at least two pairs of eyes watching her that aren't classmates of hers.
She stumbles through Georgetown and barely makes it to her floor before she's in the bathroom, vomiting. Maybe she cries a little, too. In the hallway, students are still breaking down boxes, unpacking their possessions for another year of learning. It occurs to her that she used to make fun of girls like her, the ones who came to college and got wasted on their first night. She's sure not to slam the door when she finally reaches her room, because it's almost four in the morning and Stacey is sleeping.
This happens more than once, and a few more times than she can remember.
No song has gone unsung
Pairing: Zoey gen, some Zoey/Charlie, Zoey/Jean-Paul
Author on LJ:
daygloparkerAuthor Website: As you sleep
Why this must be read: Because it's Zoey, and Zoey has always been in the cracks of the show - this is a five-things fic that shows how easily she could have slipped down them. It's five ways her life could have gone and by the end you're very glad they're five ways it didn't. The veering off from canon is both slight and plausible though the consequences are major.
The sketches of possibility are short and sparse, but the author makes you ache for Zoey with every word.
She swallows the tequila shot to wash away the taste of her own vomit in her mouth. It's been three months, but it hasn't gone away; the sight of Josh in a wheelchair, trying to smile under the lights of the cameras, only makes it stronger. It doesn't take long for the alcohol to affect her, and her body moves with slightly more feeling to the music in the crowded basement, and maybe it feels good. Maybe it feels good to feel so free after all this time, and to not care that there are at least two pairs of eyes watching her that aren't classmates of hers.
She stumbles through Georgetown and barely makes it to her floor before she's in the bathroom, vomiting. Maybe she cries a little, too. In the hallway, students are still breaking down boxes, unpacking their possessions for another year of learning. It occurs to her that she used to make fun of girls like her, the ones who came to college and got wasted on their first night. She's sure not to slam the door when she finally reaches her room, because it's almost four in the morning and Stacey is sleeping.
This happens more than once, and a few more times than she can remember.
No song has gone unsung