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crack_van2009-05-13 01:40 am
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The Heist by Heather Flaherty (PG-13)
Fandom: Magnificent 7
Pairing: None
Length: ~19k
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Heather Flaherty
Why this must be read:
Ezra angst for Ezra's lovers, Ezra been hurt big time, and the gang were to there to save him.
Excerpt:
He saw no sign of the others. They were not coming. His guts twisted with despair. They abandoned him. Gawd he could not believe how much it hurt, it burned a hole in his gut, like nothing had before. He figured at least JD would have talked the others into getting him back or maybe convinced Buck to help him out. Nothing no one, he was on his own again. He had been on his own before, but this time it was different. This time it burned and ate his gut because, unlike all the other times before, this time he understood what it felt like to belong, to have friends. To lose those friends and that support to be stripped of that shelter found in family, to be suddenly thrust back out on his own, hurt. The lonely pain of ostracism seared through him like nothing he had ever experienced before. He realized he was truly alone. His despair blossomed and spread like a fever, gawd it hurt. He had to save his own precious neck, again. At least it was something he was good at.
The Heist
Pairing: None
Length: ~19k
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Heather Flaherty
Why this must be read:
Ezra angst for Ezra's lovers, Ezra been hurt big time, and the gang were to there to save him.
Excerpt:
He saw no sign of the others. They were not coming. His guts twisted with despair. They abandoned him. Gawd he could not believe how much it hurt, it burned a hole in his gut, like nothing had before. He figured at least JD would have talked the others into getting him back or maybe convinced Buck to help him out. Nothing no one, he was on his own again. He had been on his own before, but this time it was different. This time it burned and ate his gut because, unlike all the other times before, this time he understood what it felt like to belong, to have friends. To lose those friends and that support to be stripped of that shelter found in family, to be suddenly thrust back out on his own, hurt. The lonely pain of ostracism seared through him like nothing he had ever experienced before. He realized he was truly alone. His despair blossomed and spread like a fever, gawd it hurt. He had to save his own precious neck, again. At least it was something he was good at.
The Heist