ext_9501 (
toestastegood.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2008-11-04 01:15 pm
And You Can Be My Long Lost Pal by amazingly_me (PG)
Fandom: HEROES
Pairing: None - gen (Caitlin)
Author on LJ:
amazingly_me
Author Website: -
Why this must be read: Caitlin is a character who hasn't had a lot of fic written about her in the Heroes fandom. In this piece, we find her in the alternate future, struggling to find her feet and help people where she can. She's a strong, independant character here who certainly doesn't need Peter to come to her aid -
amazingly_me's characterisation of her is inspiring.
The man who was yesterday shouting at the guards (you locked me in this goddamn room goddamn you, you can't lock me in this goddamn place and not pay some goddamn attention --) is today slumped with his back against the cell door, glaring flatly across the cell. Maybe, Caitlin thinks, he is silently raging against ankles. Goddamn ankles, them and their goddamn nerve, wearing those goddamn socks...
She has to work not to laugh as she sits down next to him.
"Did I offend you?" He says.
She tries not to sound startled that he spoke first. "Offend me?"
"Yesterday," he says, "when I was cursing. Did I offend you?"
He sounds so surprisingly old-fashioned that she stifles a laugh. It's a pleasant surprise, really, especially for a girl who spent most of her teenage years teasingly asking her brother what assorted cuss words meant. You built a colorful vocabulary when your after school job was bartending in the family pub.
And You Can Be My Long Lost Pal
Pairing: None - gen (Caitlin)
Author on LJ:
Author Website: -
Why this must be read: Caitlin is a character who hasn't had a lot of fic written about her in the Heroes fandom. In this piece, we find her in the alternate future, struggling to find her feet and help people where she can. She's a strong, independant character here who certainly doesn't need Peter to come to her aid -
The man who was yesterday shouting at the guards (you locked me in this goddamn room goddamn you, you can't lock me in this goddamn place and not pay some goddamn attention --) is today slumped with his back against the cell door, glaring flatly across the cell. Maybe, Caitlin thinks, he is silently raging against ankles. Goddamn ankles, them and their goddamn nerve, wearing those goddamn socks...
She has to work not to laugh as she sits down next to him.
"Did I offend you?" He says.
She tries not to sound startled that he spoke first. "Offend me?"
"Yesterday," he says, "when I was cursing. Did I offend you?"
He sounds so surprisingly old-fashioned that she stifles a laugh. It's a pleasant surprise, really, especially for a girl who spent most of her teenage years teasingly asking her brother what assorted cuss words meant. You built a colorful vocabulary when your after school job was bartending in the family pub.
And You Can Be My Long Lost Pal
