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Silk Cut Souvenir, by st_aurafina (PG)
Fandom: HELLBLAZER
Pairing: gen
Length: 7200
Author on LJ: st_aurafina
Author Website: ?
Why this must be read: In my overview I mentioned that the annual Yuletide small fandom fic exchange has a Hellblazer presence - this fic is an example of just how amazing it can be.
Chas is definitely one of my favorite characters in the series, and he really shines here, but not in a way that requires him to be anything more than he is; the spotlight is on him in a very realistic way, showing him doing exactly what he would do.
The plot is wonderful, too: a great premise that fits right in with the themes of the comic, awesome twists, a brilliant use of Chekhov's gun. It's very well paced and the voices and characterization are spot on.
Read it, you won't regret it.
Chas was dreaming when the call came in, a comfortable dream of the kind that doesn't shame you with unattainability. He and Renee were dancing at a party, one of those church hall affairs, all balloons and curling ribbon, and Chas had his hand on Renee's backside, pleasantly pissed. Renee rested her head on his shoulder, and, as they swayed comfortably to and fro, he felt love glowing in his chest with the warmth of cheap plonk. Drunken voices rose up in song all around them, and though the tune was familiar, the words were different. Something about an albatross.
"They mate for life, you know." Renee spoke, her face glassy-eyed the way people are in dreams. Chas watched the balloons sway as the wind moved through the church hall. The door was open, and a lean figure stood in the doorway, neck craned over a sputtering match held to his cigarette. Moonlight spilled through the open door and washed the colour from everyone's faces.
He was sitting up with the phone in his hand before he was really awake, and he could still taste cheap champagne and ashes on his tongue.
"I am looking for Mr Frank Chandler?" The voice was accented, far away and tinny. Chas cleared his throat a little.
"Uh, this is he. Mr Chandler." Beside him, Renee looked up at him with narrowed eyes, then turned her head away.
"Mr Chandler, you are listed here as, uh, next of kin? For a Mr John Constantine?"
Chas felt his stomach swoop down and curl over. "Next of kin? You only need to know that if, well, if he's bloody gone and died."
Silk Cut Souvenir
Pairing: gen
Length: 7200
Author on LJ: st_aurafina
Author Website: ?
Why this must be read: In my overview I mentioned that the annual Yuletide small fandom fic exchange has a Hellblazer presence - this fic is an example of just how amazing it can be.
Chas is definitely one of my favorite characters in the series, and he really shines here, but not in a way that requires him to be anything more than he is; the spotlight is on him in a very realistic way, showing him doing exactly what he would do.
The plot is wonderful, too: a great premise that fits right in with the themes of the comic, awesome twists, a brilliant use of Chekhov's gun. It's very well paced and the voices and characterization are spot on.
Read it, you won't regret it.
Chas was dreaming when the call came in, a comfortable dream of the kind that doesn't shame you with unattainability. He and Renee were dancing at a party, one of those church hall affairs, all balloons and curling ribbon, and Chas had his hand on Renee's backside, pleasantly pissed. Renee rested her head on his shoulder, and, as they swayed comfortably to and fro, he felt love glowing in his chest with the warmth of cheap plonk. Drunken voices rose up in song all around them, and though the tune was familiar, the words were different. Something about an albatross.
"They mate for life, you know." Renee spoke, her face glassy-eyed the way people are in dreams. Chas watched the balloons sway as the wind moved through the church hall. The door was open, and a lean figure stood in the doorway, neck craned over a sputtering match held to his cigarette. Moonlight spilled through the open door and washed the colour from everyone's faces.
He was sitting up with the phone in his hand before he was really awake, and he could still taste cheap champagne and ashes on his tongue.
"I am looking for Mr Frank Chandler?" The voice was accented, far away and tinny. Chas cleared his throat a little.
"Uh, this is he. Mr Chandler." Beside him, Renee looked up at him with narrowed eyes, then turned her head away.
"Mr Chandler, you are listed here as, uh, next of kin? For a Mr John Constantine?"
Chas felt his stomach swoop down and curl over. "Next of kin? You only need to know that if, well, if he's bloody gone and died."
Silk Cut Souvenir