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"Entitled" by Nope, PG-13
Fandom: Sapphire and Steel
Pairing: None
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nopejr
Author Website: http://nopespace.com/allfics.htm
Why this must be read: My favorite type of Sapphire and Steel fic is fic set during an assignment. This fic is a brilliant look at a break in Time from the perspective of the person caught in the middle of it. Nope manages to capture the bizarre feel to a break while at the same time showing how everything looks just fine to the person stuck in the middle.
You look up. It's the blonde woman from before, you think. Blonde in blue. Of course it's the same woman. Who else could it be? You think: this is the help desk. She smiles, just a little. In response, perhaps. Maybe your face changes with the words. Like having a telephone voice. A help desk face. This is the help desk.
You say. "What's your assignment?"
"The library," she says, something in her voice, almost amusement. "I'm Sapphire."
She holds out her hand. You take it and tell her your name and she smiles and taps the plate.
"Just like it says on the desk," she says. She's still holding your hand, as if she's testing your grip. Hers is firm but gentle, her fingers warm to the touch.
"Just like it says on the desk," you agree. "Can I help you?"
Her eyes are very, very blue. She says, "Perhaps," and finally lets go, turning a little to look around at the stacks. "Are you the only one working tonight?"
"That's right," you say. "Were you looking for one of the others? You've just missed Jill, I'm afraid; she always sneaks out early on... days like today."
Tuesday, says the computer. Thursday, says the stamp.
"I can take a message," you say.
"No," she says. "No message."
"What are you looking for?" you ask.
"My colleague," she says, smiling faintly. Not a student then, not even a mature one. "He's over there."
You look automatically. He is: a stiff man in an outdated suit, glaring at the books.
Entitled
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
nopejrAuthor Website: http://nopespace.com/allfics.htm
Why this must be read: My favorite type of Sapphire and Steel fic is fic set during an assignment. This fic is a brilliant look at a break in Time from the perspective of the person caught in the middle of it. Nope manages to capture the bizarre feel to a break while at the same time showing how everything looks just fine to the person stuck in the middle.
You look up. It's the blonde woman from before, you think. Blonde in blue. Of course it's the same woman. Who else could it be? You think: this is the help desk. She smiles, just a little. In response, perhaps. Maybe your face changes with the words. Like having a telephone voice. A help desk face. This is the help desk.
You say. "What's your assignment?"
"The library," she says, something in her voice, almost amusement. "I'm Sapphire."
She holds out her hand. You take it and tell her your name and she smiles and taps the plate.
"Just like it says on the desk," she says. She's still holding your hand, as if she's testing your grip. Hers is firm but gentle, her fingers warm to the touch.
"Just like it says on the desk," you agree. "Can I help you?"
Her eyes are very, very blue. She says, "Perhaps," and finally lets go, turning a little to look around at the stacks. "Are you the only one working tonight?"
"That's right," you say. "Were you looking for one of the others? You've just missed Jill, I'm afraid; she always sneaks out early on... days like today."
Tuesday, says the computer. Thursday, says the stamp.
"I can take a message," you say.
"No," she says. "No message."
"What are you looking for?" you ask.
"My colleague," she says, smiling faintly. Not a student then, not even a mature one. "He's over there."
You look automatically. He is: a stiff man in an outdated suit, glaring at the books.
Entitled