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He lays in the reins by Shimere277 (PG-13)
Fandom: Drake's Venture
Title: He lays in the reins
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shimere277
Author's website: index of Shimere's fics is here
Why this must be read: Because it's excellent, and much more than simple standing At first sight it's an AU, a reincarnation fic where our heroes live in opposite camps during America's civil war, although it's not quite, IMO, South against North; the conflict between the men is more subtle - is there even a conflict? Doughtie sounds so disillusioned in this fic, and much too open-minded and tolerant to take sides. Their meeting is full of angst and longing. The fic is historically perfectly accurate, and plotty, full of details that make it a real great reading one of those stories you can read ten times and still discover something new (I especially like the last part and Thomas' thoughts at the end). Fanfic at its best.
It is moderately slashy - sex is not what matters here. Note the presence of Thomas Dougthie's young brother John who plays a very important part here.
Three days later, John returned from the battle of Logan’s Crossroads, muddy, missing his shoes, his left arm rudely bandaged. “I was a prisoner, but they let me go - I don’t know why. I should try to rejoin my unit.”
“You lost,” said Thomas. “Crittenden was an idiot. Those that aren’t dead or in retreat have deserted. You should be one of them.”
“I am honor bound…”
Thomas embraced his brother, placing two fingers over his lips. “Hush. Don’t speak of it now. I’ve been worried sick. You don’t have to decide tonight.”
“I’ve a letter for you,” John said sullenly, handing Thomas an envelope. At first, he thought it was from one of the Confederate commanders because it was on their stationary, but it turned out to be from Captain Francis. “We ran off in a hurry. The Yanks took whatever they could find,” John explained.
Thomas didn’t open it right away, despite (or perhaps because of) John’s curiosity. Again, he felt the churning dread in the pit of his stomach, but this time he knew it had nothing to do with any danger to his brother. “I’ll call Charles. We’ll get you cleaned up, and have a proper supper.”
While John was being attended, Thomas sat in front of the fireplace staring at the envelope. There was something familiar about the captain’s hand. He knew that if he opened it, his life would change forever, and thought for a moment of tossing it into the fire.
He broke the seal.
Really? Get you a cup of coffee or anything you like, and read this.
He lays in the reins
Title: He lays in the reins
Author on LJ:
shimere277Author's website: index of Shimere's fics is here
Why this must be read: Because it's excellent, and much more than simple standing At first sight it's an AU, a reincarnation fic where our heroes live in opposite camps during America's civil war, although it's not quite, IMO, South against North; the conflict between the men is more subtle - is there even a conflict? Doughtie sounds so disillusioned in this fic, and much too open-minded and tolerant to take sides. Their meeting is full of angst and longing. The fic is historically perfectly accurate, and plotty, full of details that make it a real great reading one of those stories you can read ten times and still discover something new (I especially like the last part and Thomas' thoughts at the end). Fanfic at its best.
It is moderately slashy - sex is not what matters here. Note the presence of Thomas Dougthie's young brother John who plays a very important part here.
Three days later, John returned from the battle of Logan’s Crossroads, muddy, missing his shoes, his left arm rudely bandaged. “I was a prisoner, but they let me go - I don’t know why. I should try to rejoin my unit.”
“You lost,” said Thomas. “Crittenden was an idiot. Those that aren’t dead or in retreat have deserted. You should be one of them.”
“I am honor bound…”
Thomas embraced his brother, placing two fingers over his lips. “Hush. Don’t speak of it now. I’ve been worried sick. You don’t have to decide tonight.”
“I’ve a letter for you,” John said sullenly, handing Thomas an envelope. At first, he thought it was from one of the Confederate commanders because it was on their stationary, but it turned out to be from Captain Francis. “We ran off in a hurry. The Yanks took whatever they could find,” John explained.
Thomas didn’t open it right away, despite (or perhaps because of) John’s curiosity. Again, he felt the churning dread in the pit of his stomach, but this time he knew it had nothing to do with any danger to his brother. “I’ll call Charles. We’ll get you cleaned up, and have a proper supper.”
While John was being attended, Thomas sat in front of the fireplace staring at the envelope. There was something familiar about the captain’s hand. He knew that if he opened it, his life would change forever, and thought for a moment of tossing it into the fire.
He broke the seal.
Really? Get you a cup of coffee or anything you like, and read this.
He lays in the reins