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crack_van2007-06-09 04:20 pm
ebstarr4.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2007-06-09 04:20 pm
Reconcilable Differences by Mrs. Eyre (K)
Fandom: ER
Pairing: Luka/Abby
Author on LJ: none (I think)
Author Website: ff.net profile
Why this must be read:
I meant to post this earlier last week, as a flipside of the coin that was C. Midori's Carter/Abby story. This is Luka and Abby, written years ago before the reconciliation. My favorite thing about the story is the way Abby's recovery from her addiction (remember that?) and Luka's ties to his past form such an integral part of the reasons why their love story unfolds the way it does. There's also a pretty pungent characterization of Carter that plays up his childish, petty side -- but the pungency is also warm and forgiving.
Don't be fooled by the typos, this story is as rich and aged and flavorful as a good red wine. It is also full of heart and wit and warmth, and a genuine understanding of human error. Mrs. Eyre's Abby is especially masterfully characterized, prickly and tough and vulnerable and very much an alcoholic. This is classic Luka/Abby.
It seemed to Luka that he had slept for only a matter of minutes. A squint at the clock disabused him of this notion. 2.10 am. He'd had a whole two hours sleep. And what had woken him? He listened intently. There. Who in the name of God was knocking on his door at this hour? Someone must have the wrong door. Go away. Please. No, there it was again. Swinging long legs over the side of the bed he sat, head bowed, gathering himself for the effort of answering. Dragging a tee shirt over his head and pulling on his jeans he stood, a little unsteady, and made for the stairs. "Alright, I'm coming!" he called, and then shook his head, realising he had spoken in Croatian. Stiff with sleep his fingers fumbled with the latch before he finally prevailed and swung the door open in the middle of another bout of knocking.
Whatever Luka had been expecting it wasn't this. Abby didn't wait for an invitation but pushed past him, trailing the unmistakable fumes of alcohol behind her. Expelling a deep breath she threw herself onto the couch, head back, eyes closed.
"Did I wake you?"
Not trusting himself to answer Luka stood over her. There are times when it doesn't hurt to state the obvious, and he decided that this was one of those times.
"You're drunk."
"Do you have medical training or something?" she said. "Yes, I'm drunk".
Reconcilable Differences
Pairing: Luka/Abby
Author on LJ: none (I think)
Author Website: ff.net profile
Why this must be read:
I meant to post this earlier last week, as a flipside of the coin that was C. Midori's Carter/Abby story. This is Luka and Abby, written years ago before the reconciliation. My favorite thing about the story is the way Abby's recovery from her addiction (remember that?) and Luka's ties to his past form such an integral part of the reasons why their love story unfolds the way it does. There's also a pretty pungent characterization of Carter that plays up his childish, petty side -- but the pungency is also warm and forgiving.
Don't be fooled by the typos, this story is as rich and aged and flavorful as a good red wine. It is also full of heart and wit and warmth, and a genuine understanding of human error. Mrs. Eyre's Abby is especially masterfully characterized, prickly and tough and vulnerable and very much an alcoholic. This is classic Luka/Abby.
It seemed to Luka that he had slept for only a matter of minutes. A squint at the clock disabused him of this notion. 2.10 am. He'd had a whole two hours sleep. And what had woken him? He listened intently. There. Who in the name of God was knocking on his door at this hour? Someone must have the wrong door. Go away. Please. No, there it was again. Swinging long legs over the side of the bed he sat, head bowed, gathering himself for the effort of answering. Dragging a tee shirt over his head and pulling on his jeans he stood, a little unsteady, and made for the stairs. "Alright, I'm coming!" he called, and then shook his head, realising he had spoken in Croatian. Stiff with sleep his fingers fumbled with the latch before he finally prevailed and swung the door open in the middle of another bout of knocking.
Whatever Luka had been expecting it wasn't this. Abby didn't wait for an invitation but pushed past him, trailing the unmistakable fumes of alcohol behind her. Expelling a deep breath she threw herself onto the couch, head back, eyes closed.
"Did I wake you?"
Not trusting himself to answer Luka stood over her. There are times when it doesn't hurt to state the obvious, and he decided that this was one of those times.
"You're drunk."
"Do you have medical training or something?" she said. "Yes, I'm drunk".
Reconcilable Differences