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"Gray. Safelike." by oddmonster (R)
Fandom: RIPTIDE
Pairing: Nick Ryder/Cody Allen
Length: 17,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oddmonster
Author Website: The Riptide Asylum (on livejournal)
Why this must be read:
Oddmonster is one of my favorite writers in this fandom. She gets the voices of the boys just *so*, and infuses her fics with an awesome yearning quality that perfectly sums up what we see between them in the canon. This story is a perfect example.
Gray. Safelike. is a case-fic that could have been pulled straight from the show's script - well, apart from the slash :) It's a pre-slash-to-slash, hurt/comfort fic that deals with Nick's yearning for Cody, his best and closest friend. As they solve the case, the guys protect each other as always, until Nick realizes, with a little help from Murray and the Roboz, that the time has come to speak up.
The story is sweet, sad, poignant and joyful by turns, and in Oddmonster's inimitable way, there's *plenty* of action. There's one moment that brings a tear to my eye no matter how often I read it. She nails the love between these boys perfectly, and I can never recommend this story enough.
"You guys all set?" Cody emerged from belowdecks in his wetsuit and Nick forced himself, as always, to look somewhere--anywhere--but at his best friend dressed in skintight neoprene. Mountains are good, he thought. Mountains are safe.
Nick took a calming breath, then turned around to find Murray wrestling the diving buoy from the Riptide's hold. He and Cody shared a smile, then both reached for it simultaneously. With a grin, Cody tossed it overboard then they both turned to the business of tanks and gear. This part was automatic by now: two tanks apiece, each fitted with a standard regulator and each with an octopus, the backup emergency regulator. In case something went wrong, they'd take turns sucking air from the same---mountains, Nick reminded himself. You're wearing a wetsuit, dumbass. Think about the mountains.
The three of them stood on deck surrounded by a mountain of electronics. Murray had brought out the big guns for this dive: gray box, other gray box with printouts, black box, and something that, when Cody bumped into it earlier, Murray had revealed to be a highly delicate experimental weather station. All of which were connected by a rat's nest of wiring to the Roboz.
As Nick watched, Murray typed something in the computer and several buttons on the first gray box lit up yellow. Roboz's screen suddenly read, THERE'S VERY LITTLE CHANCE OF THAT. Nick grinned. "Anything we should know about this safe, Boz?" he asked.
"Well, according to Mr Haskell, our client, it's a self-contained standard Lockhart model 718B-12. Gray, square, digital lock on the front" Murray shrugged. "The type of thing never meant to be used on board a boat, really," he continued.
"Let alone something to toss in the ocean as part of a lover's quarrel?" Nick asked. "How big is his ex-wife that she's running around throwing safes off boats? We get this thing back and she may decide to move to the welterweight class, start throwing us overboard."
"Nick, I've never known you to be scared of a girl before," Cody said teasingly.
Nick smirked. "Just like to be prepared before I save you from her." Cody's face fell and Nick and Murray laughed. "Seriously, what's the deal?"
Gray. Safelike. Part One
Gray. Safelike. Part Two
Gray. Safelike. Part Three
Gray. Safelike. Part Four
Pairing: Nick Ryder/Cody Allen
Length: 17,000 words
Author on LJ:
oddmonsterAuthor Website: The Riptide Asylum (on livejournal)
Why this must be read:
Oddmonster is one of my favorite writers in this fandom. She gets the voices of the boys just *so*, and infuses her fics with an awesome yearning quality that perfectly sums up what we see between them in the canon. This story is a perfect example.
Gray. Safelike. is a case-fic that could have been pulled straight from the show's script - well, apart from the slash :) It's a pre-slash-to-slash, hurt/comfort fic that deals with Nick's yearning for Cody, his best and closest friend. As they solve the case, the guys protect each other as always, until Nick realizes, with a little help from Murray and the Roboz, that the time has come to speak up.
The story is sweet, sad, poignant and joyful by turns, and in Oddmonster's inimitable way, there's *plenty* of action. There's one moment that brings a tear to my eye no matter how often I read it. She nails the love between these boys perfectly, and I can never recommend this story enough.
"You guys all set?" Cody emerged from belowdecks in his wetsuit and Nick forced himself, as always, to look somewhere--anywhere--but at his best friend dressed in skintight neoprene. Mountains are good, he thought. Mountains are safe.
Nick took a calming breath, then turned around to find Murray wrestling the diving buoy from the Riptide's hold. He and Cody shared a smile, then both reached for it simultaneously. With a grin, Cody tossed it overboard then they both turned to the business of tanks and gear. This part was automatic by now: two tanks apiece, each fitted with a standard regulator and each with an octopus, the backup emergency regulator. In case something went wrong, they'd take turns sucking air from the same---mountains, Nick reminded himself. You're wearing a wetsuit, dumbass. Think about the mountains.
The three of them stood on deck surrounded by a mountain of electronics. Murray had brought out the big guns for this dive: gray box, other gray box with printouts, black box, and something that, when Cody bumped into it earlier, Murray had revealed to be a highly delicate experimental weather station. All of which were connected by a rat's nest of wiring to the Roboz.
As Nick watched, Murray typed something in the computer and several buttons on the first gray box lit up yellow. Roboz's screen suddenly read, THERE'S VERY LITTLE CHANCE OF THAT. Nick grinned. "Anything we should know about this safe, Boz?" he asked.
"Well, according to Mr Haskell, our client, it's a self-contained standard Lockhart model 718B-12. Gray, square, digital lock on the front" Murray shrugged. "The type of thing never meant to be used on board a boat, really," he continued.
"Let alone something to toss in the ocean as part of a lover's quarrel?" Nick asked. "How big is his ex-wife that she's running around throwing safes off boats? We get this thing back and she may decide to move to the welterweight class, start throwing us overboard."
"Nick, I've never known you to be scared of a girl before," Cody said teasingly.
Nick smirked. "Just like to be prepared before I save you from her." Cody's face fell and Nick and Murray laughed. "Seriously, what's the deal?"
Gray. Safelike. Part One
Gray. Safelike. Part Two
Gray. Safelike. Part Three
Gray. Safelike. Part Four