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crack_van2004-04-23 08:15 pm
stephiepenguin.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2004-04-23 08:15 pm
Sparks, by Natalie (PG-13)
Fandom: ROSWELL
Pairing: Michael/Maria
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: again, unknown
Why this must be read:
You know all those fics where there are sparks between person a and person b? How they're fiery and passionate and you can see the tension? (those two sentences were slightly sardonic voice)
This fic, although there are sparks, is not one of those fic. When Maria and Michael touch, there are literally sparks. And they want to make them. They want to touch each other and make the sparks, and it is one long allegory about teenagers and uncontrollable hormones in a distinctly alien way.
The characterisation is wonderful - Isabel is just right, bossy and in control, and Liz is perfect, and over all this is a lovely, moderate length fic with some enjoyable plot and in character dialogue.
I give it four and a half out of five crack vans.
"No, come back from the dark side! You too, Max!" Argh! They were both getting that glazed over, puppy dog look on their face. Maria snorted. Yeah, if the puppy dogs were in heat. Maria dragged both of the goony, love birds up the stairs to Liz's room. She sat them down on the bed, then though better of it and pulled Max to his feet. "Okay, I know you both are having your own horny visions here but we have a problem."
"I thought you had a problem, Maria." Liz said confused.
"I do, so does Michael, so do you," Pointing to Max. "And Isabel because Michael and my problem isn't nearly as easy to conceal as visions in the eraser room." Maria took a deep breath. "We have sparks."
Silence.
Max and Liz looked at each other sharing a silent exchange: Has she lost it? Turning back to Maria they spoke in unison. "Sparks?"
"Yeah, you know, lights, explosions, fireworks."
"Metaphorically, right?" Max asked.
Maria smiled tightly. "No offense, Max but do you think I'd be talking to you about this if they were *metaphoric* sparks? No, we are talking about the real thing. Michael had to make the lights at school explode just to cover."
"What?" Isabel responded through gritted teeth. Glad you stuck to that no touching rule, Maria, she thought. God! Didn't anyone else know the meaning of self-control?
Pairing: Michael/Maria
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: again, unknown
Why this must be read:
You know all those fics where there are sparks between person a and person b? How they're fiery and passionate and you can see the tension? (those two sentences were slightly sardonic voice)
This fic, although there are sparks, is not one of those fic. When Maria and Michael touch, there are literally sparks. And they want to make them. They want to touch each other and make the sparks, and it is one long allegory about teenagers and uncontrollable hormones in a distinctly alien way.
The characterisation is wonderful - Isabel is just right, bossy and in control, and Liz is perfect, and over all this is a lovely, moderate length fic with some enjoyable plot and in character dialogue.
I give it four and a half out of five crack vans.
"No, come back from the dark side! You too, Max!" Argh! They were both getting that glazed over, puppy dog look on their face. Maria snorted. Yeah, if the puppy dogs were in heat. Maria dragged both of the goony, love birds up the stairs to Liz's room. She sat them down on the bed, then though better of it and pulled Max to his feet. "Okay, I know you both are having your own horny visions here but we have a problem."
"I thought you had a problem, Maria." Liz said confused.
"I do, so does Michael, so do you," Pointing to Max. "And Isabel because Michael and my problem isn't nearly as easy to conceal as visions in the eraser room." Maria took a deep breath. "We have sparks."
Silence.
Max and Liz looked at each other sharing a silent exchange: Has she lost it? Turning back to Maria they spoke in unison. "Sparks?"
"Yeah, you know, lights, explosions, fireworks."
"Metaphorically, right?" Max asked.
Maria smiled tightly. "No offense, Max but do you think I'd be talking to you about this if they were *metaphoric* sparks? No, we are talking about the real thing. Michael had to make the lights at school explode just to cover."
"What?" Isabel responded through gritted teeth. Glad you stuck to that no touching rule, Maria, she thought. God! Didn't anyone else know the meaning of self-control?