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crack_van2009-09-23 10:54 pm
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Never Let Go by Veronica (PG)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: 28k
Author on LJ: none
Author Website: Veronica's stories on 852 Prospect
Why this must be read:
Veronica's author's notes say that this was written "for Dolimir, who wanted a first kiss, some other stuff, and handcuffs." And it has all three, as well as Jim and Blair's trademark banter, which Veronica is a master at writing. But she had me completely at this, because I am a total sucker for a quiet, hurt Jim:
"It's okay, Sandburg. I can take a hint. I took my shot and you're not interested. End of story."
If I didn't know Jim's voice as well as my own, I never would've caught it, that tiny, emotion-roughened inflection that yanked me out of my free fall into misery. I'd been avoiding looking at him but I did now, surprised and a little unsettled by what I saw.
Jim, my Jim, my self-possessed, straight-shooting Jim, could not hide behind his offhand words. He was staring past me, his jaw clenched, both hands rolled into tight fists. Twin patches of dull red had risen across those high cheekbones, and even in the dim lighting of the hotel room, I could see the pain-filled shine in his eyes.
Never Let Go
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: 28k
Author on LJ: none
Author Website: Veronica's stories on 852 Prospect
Why this must be read:
Veronica's author's notes say that this was written "for Dolimir, who wanted a first kiss, some other stuff, and handcuffs." And it has all three, as well as Jim and Blair's trademark banter, which Veronica is a master at writing. But she had me completely at this, because I am a total sucker for a quiet, hurt Jim:
"It's okay, Sandburg. I can take a hint. I took my shot and you're not interested. End of story."
If I didn't know Jim's voice as well as my own, I never would've caught it, that tiny, emotion-roughened inflection that yanked me out of my free fall into misery. I'd been avoiding looking at him but I did now, surprised and a little unsettled by what I saw.
Jim, my Jim, my self-possessed, straight-shooting Jim, could not hide behind his offhand words. He was staring past me, his jaw clenched, both hands rolled into tight fists. Twin patches of dull red had risen across those high cheekbones, and even in the dim lighting of the hotel room, I could see the pain-filled shine in his eyes.
Never Let Go