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Tempus Fugit, by Lemon Drop (R)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ: Could someone help me out with this? I'm sure she is, but I don’t know her LJ name.
Author Website: Lemon Drop's TS fic can be found at 852 Prospect
Why this must be read:
I wouldn't consider my duties as a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van reccer complete were I not to point you towards one of the loveliest and most romantic stories out there, by perhaps one of the most lyrical authors the fandom is lucky to have.
"Tempus Fugit" is a gorgeous, lush piece of storytelling. I think of it as 'the holiday story,' because it's structured around an assortment of holidays - each section is headed by a date that works within (and then past) canon, as well as the name of the holiday - Bodhi Day, Candlemas, Rosh Hashanah, and, of course, Beltane.
What I love about it, what makes me want to coax you into sitting down and reading it right this minute, is the deep and almost overwhelming feel of the piece. Unlike many of my favorite fics, 'Tempus' features no shocking twists, no chases (car or otherwise), no huge horrible events.
What it's about is Jim Ellison, finding a way to believe and something to believe in. One scene in particular gets to me (and I realize this may be because of my own spiritual issues, but it's well written and worth mentioning nonetheless.)
"Tempus" also features a nicely intertwined storyline of Naomi learning of Blair's death at the fountain, the grief it causes her and how she chooses to deal with it.
So many fans paint her as either the dumb hippie or the evil, malicious mother - I found it refreshing to read Lemon Drop's characterization. This Naomi is neither bad nor stupid; she's a woman who became a mother at perhaps too young an age, but that never lessened her bond with her son or her devotion to him.
Naomi, and, by extension, the reader, watches as Jim and Blair find comfort in and through one another. It's a tale of realization, a slice of life over the span of years spent together.
It's a gentle story, gently told. The author describes their falling in love --well, more than that, their realization that "we're in love, how could we not be in love?" -- so deftly and with such tenderness, it tightens my heart every time I read it.
If you couldn't tell, I adore this story. It's categorized as "romance," and I can't think of a better example of the genre.
Go, read now.
Tempus Fugit
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ: Could someone help me out with this? I'm sure she is, but I don’t know her LJ name.
Author Website: Lemon Drop's TS fic can be found at 852 Prospect
Why this must be read:
I wouldn't consider my duties as a
crack_van reccer complete were I not to point you towards one of the loveliest and most romantic stories out there, by perhaps one of the most lyrical authors the fandom is lucky to have."Tempus Fugit" is a gorgeous, lush piece of storytelling. I think of it as 'the holiday story,' because it's structured around an assortment of holidays - each section is headed by a date that works within (and then past) canon, as well as the name of the holiday - Bodhi Day, Candlemas, Rosh Hashanah, and, of course, Beltane.
What I love about it, what makes me want to coax you into sitting down and reading it right this minute, is the deep and almost overwhelming feel of the piece. Unlike many of my favorite fics, 'Tempus' features no shocking twists, no chases (car or otherwise), no huge horrible events.
What it's about is Jim Ellison, finding a way to believe and something to believe in. One scene in particular gets to me (and I realize this may be because of my own spiritual issues, but it's well written and worth mentioning nonetheless.)
He smiled to himself. What a fitting saint for Sandburg's birthday. The ecstatic saint indeed. He read on, learning about St. Mary Magdalene's life and her years of ecstatic visions, dictated to other nuns into six volumes, but he was stopped by this bit of information:
"It seems that God permitted her this special closeness to prepare her for the five years of desolation that followed when she experienced spiritual dryness. She was plunged into a state of darkness in which she saw nothing but what was horrible in herself and all around her. She had violent temptations and endured great physical suffering."
Oh, God, he thought prayerfully, please do not let this happen to my friend. He closed his eyes again and sank back to his knees, remembering the great physical suffering Blair had already endured. Jim knew that Blair often saw what was horrible in himself, as if through a distorted lens, because Jim also knew that Blair was a good and kind man, a man he respected and deeply, deeply loved.
A man with whom he had a profoundly carnal relationship, a sexual relationship that Jim's Church could not accept. So why am I here? Jim asked himself, feeling close to tears. He stood up quickly, ready to leave, tossing the flyer back onto the seat. Then he remembered that in the rear of the church, opposite the Lady Chapel, was a small chapel dedicated to Saint Francis, Jim's favorite saint. The bad boy who did good.
So he quietly walked back to kneel before the wooden carving of Saint Francis, who smiled placidly down at Jim. He crossed himself and folded his hands as he had when he was a child. Forgive me, Francis, he started awkwardly. I think you of all people would understand how I feel. I won't give up Blair, I won't call our love anything but what it is: a lifesaver. The saver of my life. Please give Blair the peace he deserves, and please help me be a better companion to him, the companion he deserves.
Saint Francis, of course, didn't answer, but after a few minutes more, Jim felt calmer. Not, perhaps, ready to party, not after his day, but willing to set aside his feelings and celebrate Blair's entrance into this world.
"Tempus" also features a nicely intertwined storyline of Naomi learning of Blair's death at the fountain, the grief it causes her and how she chooses to deal with it.
So many fans paint her as either the dumb hippie or the evil, malicious mother - I found it refreshing to read Lemon Drop's characterization. This Naomi is neither bad nor stupid; she's a woman who became a mother at perhaps too young an age, but that never lessened her bond with her son or her devotion to him.
Naomi, and, by extension, the reader, watches as Jim and Blair find comfort in and through one another. It's a tale of realization, a slice of life over the span of years spent together.
It's a gentle story, gently told. The author describes their falling in love --well, more than that, their realization that "we're in love, how could we not be in love?" -- so deftly and with such tenderness, it tightens my heart every time I read it.
If you couldn't tell, I adore this story. It's categorized as "romance," and I can't think of a better example of the genre.
Go, read now.
Tempus Fugit
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Like romance? Try It Happened One Night (http://www.squidge.org/archive/archive/romance/ithappened.html) - if you haven't already read it, of course.
I'm such an enabler.
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