crack_van | Street of Dreams by Meredith Bronwen Mallory (PG)

Fandom: BAND OF BROTHERS
Pairing: Gen, Guarnere
Author on LJ:

garnettrees
Author Website: Horizon
Why this must be read: I had a tough time choosing which fic of Meredith's to rec here; she's written a number of very good Winters/Nixon stories, and if you want more of her, you should definitely go take a look. But this stark, stylized story filled a gap that desperately needed filling, both in the fandom and in the canon: what, exactly, makes Bill Guarnere the way he is in "Day of Days" and beyond? What kind of a relationship did he have with his brother, and what did it mean? This story does an amazing job of interweaving past and present, dream and reality, so that Guarnere's childhood memories of his brother come to bear on his (very convincingly portrayed) relationships with the other men. Deeply, deeply satisfying.

He looks up at Adam-- Adam will know, that's what he's there for, to be annoyed by his little brother, to teach him how to pitch, to pull him out of trouble. Adam's mouth is red too, though-- a big red 'O', bright as Easter tulips, blooming like the palms of Jesus nailed to the cross. A disturbing sense of doubleness clutches at his shoulders, yanks at his spine-- he's looking at the sanctuary of St. Andrew's Catholic Church, at Adam's First Communion, when he spilled just a little of the wine-- Christ's blood-- down the front of his pristine white shirt. A jarring, a jolt; it's just Adam again, Adam on the fire escape, red and screaming. Except he isn't screaming, only trying-- the sound gurgles, and the red is blood and Adam is dead, right there on the chill black iron bars.

"Bill," says Adam, without moving his mouth, "Bill--"

That's a lie. That's not what happened. The truth is that Bill Guarnere never dreamed at all.

Street of Dreams

Street of Dreams by Meredith Bronwen Mallory (PG)

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