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Anniversary/Blood/Home sweet home by Stacie
Even more than military guys, Michael Biehn has played cops. And that's what he is in Strapped, det. Matthew McRae from a section that deals with illegal firearms.
Don't know the movie? Neither did I when I found Stacie's wonderful stories. All I knew was, that McRae had browbeaten a boy into being his snitch and things went wrong for the kid. It was more than enough knowledge, because Stacie's stories aren't about the movie in any way, they are about the hardship of being a cop.
Fandom: MICHAEL BIEHN CHARACTERS - Det. Matthew McRae from Strapped
Length: two ficlets, one story of about 11.000 words
Author on LJ: not, as far as I know
Author Website: Stacie's stories can be found on the Phoenix Michael Biehn Archive
Why this must be read:
Ever thought being a cop was glamorous? Heroic? Think again. Stacie shows the hardship of living a cop's life, what it can cost a person and how sometimes only bad choices can be made - choices that, when they go wrong, go wrong horribly. She shows the gritty, non-glamorous part of a cop life and it's nothing like it's depicted in the movies. It's hard work for a lousy pay, and often it's very sad work.
Reading her three stories, you can't help but feel for this struggling cop who keeps trying to do the right thing despite the odds.
Excerpt (from 'Home sweet home')
Detective Matthew McRae, despite his best efforts, was not working on Thanksgiving. He'd offered to trade, so he wouldn't be home on the holiday, but amazingly enough, he'd had no takers. He thought about going out for dinner, but instead decided to show a bit of holiday spirit that he definitely didn't feel: he had a turkey TV dinner. Hungry Man frozen turkey breast, with corn, stuffing, and chocolate cake. He pulled it from the oven and tossed it on the counter, burning his fingers as he pulled back the foil. Sucking on his singed fingers, he poured himself another large glass of Jack Daniels, turned the TV to some football game or another, and started on his Thanksgiving feast.
The turkey was still frozen in the middle, the stuffing tasted like spackle, and the chocolate cake was hockey-puck hard. The corn seemed edible, but he'd never liked corn. Fortunately, the Jack Daniels was just right. He toasted the unappetizing tray, and drained the glass.
He was about to settle on the worn sofa when he heard a tentative knock on the door. For a split second, he felt his breath catch in what could only be hope. He actually hadn't thought about his ex-wife, Kelly, all day. Part of that was due to the Jack Daniels, but part of him was slowly moving on, at least he hoped. He even smiled back at the pretty bank teller yesterday. Of course, she looked just like Kelly, with dark straight hair and hazel eyes, but it was a start.
The knock sounded again, a bit louder, and McRae shook himself from his reverie and walked to the door. He took a deep breath before opening it, and looked out to the hallway. It was empty. He heard a voice say, "Hey!" and looked down into a pair of wide dark eyes.
"Yes?" McRae said. He recognized the kid as one who lived in his building, but since nobody here ever introduced themselves, he didn't know the kid's name.
"You the cop, right?" the kid asked, peering around him into the small apartment.
"Yeah. I'm McRae. You are...?"
"Anthony."
The kid kept peering around him. "What can I do for you, Anthony?" McRae said, leaning against the doorway to give the kid a better view.
"Nice place. Smells good."
"It's my dinner. Aren't you having Thanksgiving?"
"Nah, my mom gotta work. She works over at the Starlight. She says Thanksgiving's one of the busiest days of the year."
McRae recognized the Starlight. It was a strip club about five blocks away. He'd even briefly considered going there himself for their Holiday Special--Breasts, Legs, and Thighs for $20. He chastised himself as he looked at the kid standing in his doorway.
"Why don't you come in? I have some food leftover. It's just a TV dinner but..." He was talking to an empty doorway. Anthony scurried under his arm and headed for the bar stool where McRae had left the tray. He picked up the fork and began eating like it had been days since his last meal.
"That's probably cold," McRae said. "I can heat it up for you."
"Nah, that's OK," Anthony replied. "Got anything to drink?"
McRae glanced at the nearly empty glass of Jack Daniels sitting on the table. "Water," he said. Anthony shrugged. McRae filled a glass from the tap and slid it over to him.
McRae watched him eat, and then asked again, "Anthony, did you come here for a reason?"
Anthony took a big bite of turkey, then said, "Mama said if there's ever any trouble, come here, cause you a cop."
"And are you in trouble?"
"I ain't. But you is."
"Me? Why?"
Anthony shoveled the corn into his mouth, and stuffed the chocolate cake into his pocket. He then hopped off the barstool, backing away from McRae. "You seen your car lately?" he asked, then continued backing to the door. "Thanks for dinner."
Anniversary
Blood
Home sweet home
Don't know the movie? Neither did I when I found Stacie's wonderful stories. All I knew was, that McRae had browbeaten a boy into being his snitch and things went wrong for the kid. It was more than enough knowledge, because Stacie's stories aren't about the movie in any way, they are about the hardship of being a cop.
Fandom: MICHAEL BIEHN CHARACTERS - Det. Matthew McRae from Strapped
Length: two ficlets, one story of about 11.000 words
Author on LJ: not, as far as I know
Author Website: Stacie's stories can be found on the Phoenix Michael Biehn Archive
Why this must be read:
Ever thought being a cop was glamorous? Heroic? Think again. Stacie shows the hardship of living a cop's life, what it can cost a person and how sometimes only bad choices can be made - choices that, when they go wrong, go wrong horribly. She shows the gritty, non-glamorous part of a cop life and it's nothing like it's depicted in the movies. It's hard work for a lousy pay, and often it's very sad work.
Reading her three stories, you can't help but feel for this struggling cop who keeps trying to do the right thing despite the odds.
Excerpt (from 'Home sweet home')
Detective Matthew McRae, despite his best efforts, was not working on Thanksgiving. He'd offered to trade, so he wouldn't be home on the holiday, but amazingly enough, he'd had no takers. He thought about going out for dinner, but instead decided to show a bit of holiday spirit that he definitely didn't feel: he had a turkey TV dinner. Hungry Man frozen turkey breast, with corn, stuffing, and chocolate cake. He pulled it from the oven and tossed it on the counter, burning his fingers as he pulled back the foil. Sucking on his singed fingers, he poured himself another large glass of Jack Daniels, turned the TV to some football game or another, and started on his Thanksgiving feast.
The turkey was still frozen in the middle, the stuffing tasted like spackle, and the chocolate cake was hockey-puck hard. The corn seemed edible, but he'd never liked corn. Fortunately, the Jack Daniels was just right. He toasted the unappetizing tray, and drained the glass.
He was about to settle on the worn sofa when he heard a tentative knock on the door. For a split second, he felt his breath catch in what could only be hope. He actually hadn't thought about his ex-wife, Kelly, all day. Part of that was due to the Jack Daniels, but part of him was slowly moving on, at least he hoped. He even smiled back at the pretty bank teller yesterday. Of course, she looked just like Kelly, with dark straight hair and hazel eyes, but it was a start.
The knock sounded again, a bit louder, and McRae shook himself from his reverie and walked to the door. He took a deep breath before opening it, and looked out to the hallway. It was empty. He heard a voice say, "Hey!" and looked down into a pair of wide dark eyes.
"Yes?" McRae said. He recognized the kid as one who lived in his building, but since nobody here ever introduced themselves, he didn't know the kid's name.
"You the cop, right?" the kid asked, peering around him into the small apartment.
"Yeah. I'm McRae. You are...?"
"Anthony."
The kid kept peering around him. "What can I do for you, Anthony?" McRae said, leaning against the doorway to give the kid a better view.
"Nice place. Smells good."
"It's my dinner. Aren't you having Thanksgiving?"
"Nah, my mom gotta work. She works over at the Starlight. She says Thanksgiving's one of the busiest days of the year."
McRae recognized the Starlight. It was a strip club about five blocks away. He'd even briefly considered going there himself for their Holiday Special--Breasts, Legs, and Thighs for $20. He chastised himself as he looked at the kid standing in his doorway.
"Why don't you come in? I have some food leftover. It's just a TV dinner but..." He was talking to an empty doorway. Anthony scurried under his arm and headed for the bar stool where McRae had left the tray. He picked up the fork and began eating like it had been days since his last meal.
"That's probably cold," McRae said. "I can heat it up for you."
"Nah, that's OK," Anthony replied. "Got anything to drink?"
McRae glanced at the nearly empty glass of Jack Daniels sitting on the table. "Water," he said. Anthony shrugged. McRae filled a glass from the tap and slid it over to him.
McRae watched him eat, and then asked again, "Anthony, did you come here for a reason?"
Anthony took a big bite of turkey, then said, "Mama said if there's ever any trouble, come here, cause you a cop."
"And are you in trouble?"
"I ain't. But you is."
"Me? Why?"
Anthony shoveled the corn into his mouth, and stuffed the chocolate cake into his pocket. He then hopped off the barstool, backing away from McRae. "You seen your car lately?" he asked, then continued backing to the door. "Thanks for dinner."
Anniversary
Blood
Home sweet home