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crack_van2010-08-09 02:46 am
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Tuesday's Child: Lessons of Grace by Joy K (PG)
Fandom: MAGNIFICENT SEVEN
Pairing: None
Length: 356k
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joyful_noiz
Author Website: The author's stories listed on Blackraptor
Why this must be read: Between this story and the previous one in the series, Joy K did a breath-taking job of filling in the blanks for the boys' histories in the ATF AU. One interesting thing about ATF, Ezra pointedly is not corrupt, a marked departure from canon. Yet his mother still very much is. Here Joy explains exactly how someone "raised" by a gold-digging narcissist turned into a federal agent with a strong, though sometimes hidden, sense of morality. And she centers it around a truly great OFC who has no romantic designs on anyone.
The emotions are strong in this one. It's both heart-breaking and heart-warming. I must have read it half a dozen times.
The story
Pairing: None
Length: 356k
Author on LJ:
joyful_noizAuthor Website: The author's stories listed on Blackraptor
Why this must be read: Between this story and the previous one in the series, Joy K did a breath-taking job of filling in the blanks for the boys' histories in the ATF AU. One interesting thing about ATF, Ezra pointedly is not corrupt, a marked departure from canon. Yet his mother still very much is. Here Joy explains exactly how someone "raised" by a gold-digging narcissist turned into a federal agent with a strong, though sometimes hidden, sense of morality. And she centers it around a truly great OFC who has no romantic designs on anyone.
The emotions are strong in this one. It's both heart-breaking and heart-warming. I must have read it half a dozen times.
"Hallo?" slurred the southerner.
"Ezra?" queried the caller.
"Wissen Sie wie späht es ist?"
"Yes, I know what time it is. It's 7:00 p.m."
"Es ist drei Uhr morgens," replied the grumpy agent.
"Three in the morning? Oh Ezra, I'm sorry. I thought we were on twelve hours difference."
"Fletcher? Sind Sie das?" Ezra sat up and gathered his senses. There was only one reason Fletcher North would contact him. Something was wrong.
"Yes, Ezra. It's me. Would you speak English? My German is pretty rusty."
"Ich spreche Englisch," countered Ezra, insisting that he was speaking English. He was so ingrained in the German culture that he didn't realize he was speaking German. "I’m even dreaming in German," he said softly before turning his attention to his caller. "What's wrong? Is it my mother?"
The story