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crack_van2009-03-16 08:52 pm
creedcascade.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-03-16 08:52 pm
Entry tags:
Crossroads by DC and Kallie [R]
Fandom: TOUR OF DUTY
Pairing: Myron Goldman/Zeke Anderson
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dawnchsr
Author website: Notes From the Underground
Why this must be read:
Two words. Myron angst. No one can suffer like Myron Goldman.
And Zeke taking care of Myron is classic in our fandom. Enough said.
Controlled distance is the best way to salvage the remnants of our tenuous friendship.
Most nights, I wish he'd lose it completely and throttle me. Make me stop before I go this far. I almost knocked him flat on his ass, for God's sake, and he's standing here acting like nothing happened. Striking an officer gets you five to twenty during wartime so the throttling isn't likely. Luckily, striking a sergeant is apparently a freebie.
He's fussing over me. Trying to get my boots off. Amazing. "Stop, Zeke. I'm fine." I'm not sure he heard me. My voice is nothing more than a harsh whisper. The whiskey has mercifully taken over; assuring me I'll be out and dreamless for a few good hours. My last conscious thought is of Zeke standing over me, taking care of me. Leaving me thoroughly ashamed of my treatment of the best friend I ever had.
CROSSROADS
Pairing: Myron Goldman/Zeke Anderson
Author on LJ:
dawnchsr Author website: Notes From the Underground
Why this must be read:
Two words. Myron angst. No one can suffer like Myron Goldman.
And Zeke taking care of Myron is classic in our fandom. Enough said.
Controlled distance is the best way to salvage the remnants of our tenuous friendship.
Most nights, I wish he'd lose it completely and throttle me. Make me stop before I go this far. I almost knocked him flat on his ass, for God's sake, and he's standing here acting like nothing happened. Striking an officer gets you five to twenty during wartime so the throttling isn't likely. Luckily, striking a sergeant is apparently a freebie.
He's fussing over me. Trying to get my boots off. Amazing. "Stop, Zeke. I'm fine." I'm not sure he heard me. My voice is nothing more than a harsh whisper. The whiskey has mercifully taken over; assuring me I'll be out and dreamless for a few good hours. My last conscious thought is of Zeke standing over me, taking care of me. Leaving me thoroughly ashamed of my treatment of the best friend I ever had.
CROSSROADS
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