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Sound Tracking by Terri (PG13)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: hints of Bob/Gerard, Frank/Mikey/Pete, but mostly gen
Length: 45,380 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
turps33
Author Website: On AO3 & Fic Master List on LJ
Why this must be read:
Gerard's band has been taken from him, Bob helps him find them.
This is an awesome space AU with a truly original and intriguing premise that shapes not only the setting/universe but also the story and how it develops. The characters are wonderful, shaped by their pasts and struggling to change and become something more, a little larger than life (when is Gerard not!) but still so very human. It's a story that has everything: space ships and action and adventures, tragedy and loss and grief, friendship and love, silliness and humour.
Excerpt from the story:
Bob runs his finger over a burn mark on the wall. He feels dizzy after chasing this for so long, and being in this place doesn't help. He can feel the echoes of hundreds of past songs, their melodies abruptly cut off, leaving impressions of terror in their place. A background to the one beat that remains. It's louder now. Slower. More. It washes over Bob, making him grit his teeth against the vibrations that shudder through his body.
Hand resting on the stunner tucked against his hip, Bob forces himself to move, pushing through the throbbing sound, past the broken terminals and dusty couches that line the walls. He steps over an abandoned shoe to push open another door - nails dragging along a rusty floor - and finally, he knows he's arrived.
The room is cavernous, empty space with two bars at either side, a stage at the far end. Bottles lie on their sides, liquid spilled in dried pools and the air holds the faint scent of alcohol, sickly sweetness mixed with underlying decay.
Feet sticking to the floor, Bob slowly walks forward, cringing against the sound that fills the room, feeling and hearing it at the same time. Bob freezes in place when he sees something move - a shift in the shadows on the stage.
Immediately Bob draws his stunner, holding it easily as he inches forward, never looking away from those moving shadows. He's half way across the room when he realises it's a humanoid. One curled forward on its knees, back bowed and hair falling to the floor.
"I don't want to hurt you," Bob says, projecting calm, even as his own heart is racing.
The humanoid - the man - looks up then, and for an instant hope is apparent in the curve of his smile, the way he straightens. Then his shoulders slump, misery apparent as he looks at Bob and says, slowly, "shoot me, I don't care."
His voice is little more than a rasp, blood flecking his lips with each word.
Sound Tracking (or here)
Pairing: hints of Bob/Gerard, Frank/Mikey/Pete, but mostly gen
Length: 45,380 words
Author on LJ:
turps33Author Website: On AO3 & Fic Master List on LJ
Why this must be read:
Gerard's band has been taken from him, Bob helps him find them.
This is an awesome space AU with a truly original and intriguing premise that shapes not only the setting/universe but also the story and how it develops. The characters are wonderful, shaped by their pasts and struggling to change and become something more, a little larger than life (when is Gerard not!) but still so very human. It's a story that has everything: space ships and action and adventures, tragedy and loss and grief, friendship and love, silliness and humour.
Excerpt from the story:
Bob runs his finger over a burn mark on the wall. He feels dizzy after chasing this for so long, and being in this place doesn't help. He can feel the echoes of hundreds of past songs, their melodies abruptly cut off, leaving impressions of terror in their place. A background to the one beat that remains. It's louder now. Slower. More. It washes over Bob, making him grit his teeth against the vibrations that shudder through his body.
Hand resting on the stunner tucked against his hip, Bob forces himself to move, pushing through the throbbing sound, past the broken terminals and dusty couches that line the walls. He steps over an abandoned shoe to push open another door - nails dragging along a rusty floor - and finally, he knows he's arrived.
The room is cavernous, empty space with two bars at either side, a stage at the far end. Bottles lie on their sides, liquid spilled in dried pools and the air holds the faint scent of alcohol, sickly sweetness mixed with underlying decay.
Feet sticking to the floor, Bob slowly walks forward, cringing against the sound that fills the room, feeling and hearing it at the same time. Bob freezes in place when he sees something move - a shift in the shadows on the stage.
Immediately Bob draws his stunner, holding it easily as he inches forward, never looking away from those moving shadows. He's half way across the room when he realises it's a humanoid. One curled forward on its knees, back bowed and hair falling to the floor.
"I don't want to hurt you," Bob says, projecting calm, even as his own heart is racing.
The humanoid - the man - looks up then, and for an instant hope is apparent in the curve of his smile, the way he straightens. Then his shoulders slump, misery apparent as he looks at Bob and says, slowly, "shoot me, I don't care."
His voice is little more than a rasp, blood flecking his lips with each word.
Sound Tracking (or here)