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Life After by lyl_devil (R)
Title: Life After
Fandom: Burn Notice
Pairing: past Michael/Fiona
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lyl_devil
Author Website: Her LJ
Why this must be read: Who doesn't love a good post-apocalyptic AU? This is one of two that I'm reccing, and it's really fantastic. The gritty detail, the gory determination to keep going, the heart ache – it's all very real, and very Michael.
Excerpt:
Nobody goes into the suburbs anymore. What was once an idyllic land of children laughing and timeless Americana, has turned into a desolate wasteland of grey depression. Michael hated the suburbs before, but it’s nothing compared to his vile hatred of them now. The new American ghetto, filled with wild animals, rabid people and an oppressive weight of death that Michael hasn’t felt since that time in the Congo.
Walking along the deserted streets, an M-16 up and ready, his eyes scan every crumbling brick, every caved-in roof and every overgrown plant, wishing he was anywhere else. Danger lurks behind every shadow – sometimes the danger is the shadow – and Michael has learned the hard way to be prepared for everything.
“Two o’clock, Mike,” rasps a voice in his ear, Sam still one of the few who can get away with calling him Mike.
Michael keeps his gun trained forward, but lets his eyes flick to the shadow ahead and to his right; a shadow with one too many bumps to be cast by the slowly rusting Miata.
A tilt of his head conveys the danger to the three men behind him, all of whom are well versed in the art of reading Michael’s every move, just like he is theirs. They’ve worked hard to become this coordinated, this tightly bound together, and the training Michael insisted on pays off every time one of his teams comes back alive. Two spotters and four on the ground, and Michael would trust every one of them with his life. In fact, he has.
Another step forward is all it takes to get the figure in the shadow to attack, and a bullet is all it takes to stop it.
Life After
Fandom: Burn Notice
Pairing: past Michael/Fiona
Author on LJ:
lyl_devil Author Website: Her LJ
Why this must be read: Who doesn't love a good post-apocalyptic AU? This is one of two that I'm reccing, and it's really fantastic. The gritty detail, the gory determination to keep going, the heart ache – it's all very real, and very Michael.
Excerpt:
Nobody goes into the suburbs anymore. What was once an idyllic land of children laughing and timeless Americana, has turned into a desolate wasteland of grey depression. Michael hated the suburbs before, but it’s nothing compared to his vile hatred of them now. The new American ghetto, filled with wild animals, rabid people and an oppressive weight of death that Michael hasn’t felt since that time in the Congo.
Walking along the deserted streets, an M-16 up and ready, his eyes scan every crumbling brick, every caved-in roof and every overgrown plant, wishing he was anywhere else. Danger lurks behind every shadow – sometimes the danger is the shadow – and Michael has learned the hard way to be prepared for everything.
“Two o’clock, Mike,” rasps a voice in his ear, Sam still one of the few who can get away with calling him Mike.
Michael keeps his gun trained forward, but lets his eyes flick to the shadow ahead and to his right; a shadow with one too many bumps to be cast by the slowly rusting Miata.
A tilt of his head conveys the danger to the three men behind him, all of whom are well versed in the art of reading Michael’s every move, just like he is theirs. They’ve worked hard to become this coordinated, this tightly bound together, and the training Michael insisted on pays off every time one of his teams comes back alive. Two spotters and four on the ground, and Michael would trust every one of them with his life. In fact, he has.
Another step forward is all it takes to get the figure in the shadow to attack, and a bullet is all it takes to stop it.
Life After