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Lay Your Hands on Me by valis2 (R)
Fandom: RIPTIDE
Pairing: Nick Ryder/Cody Allen (pre-slash)
Length: 9500 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
valis2
Author Website: Author tag on Pier56
Why this must be read:
Canon tells us Nick Ryder and Cody Allen met in Vietnam during the Vietnam War, and have remained best friends, coworkers and roommates ever since. One of the most wonderful benefits of Riptide fanfiction is the ability to go back to Vietnam and watch these two men begin to form the bond they have today.
Valis is an excellent writer, and manages her subject with delicacy and honesty, a hard mixture to get it right, but she does it awesomely. Lay Your Hands on Me uses a mixture of present day and flashback to tell a story from Vietnam, showing the tenderness between these two and where it all began. It also highlights how the cases these boys work can affect them due to things that happened in the war. It's an awesome look at results of PTSD, friendship and love.
Excerpt:
Then he spots her. Her black hair is nearly indistinguishable from the dark barrels behind her, but her pale blue dress stands out, and his stomach does a flip. Blue. Like...
Memories swamp him, his throat turns dry. Savagely, he forces himself to the present. Lucy's niece--Jenny--looks terrified and bewildered. Her lips are moving, her hands outstretched toward someone. She's shaking her head, the whites of her eyes showing. Have to get her out of here. Pull it together.
A flicker of movement to his left, and Cody sees a blond head, a bright point in the dim light of the warehouse. The kidnapper, Derek, watching calmly as his goon knocks Nick to the floor. Derek's arm moves upward and out in an unmistakable gesture, and Cody's heart freezes in his chest for a split second. He's got a gun he's got a gun-- He brings up his own gun, finger on the trigger a second too late, as Derek points at Jenny and fires.
"No!" screams Cody. Derek turns, surprised, and fires in his direction. Everything is happening so fast that Cody barely has time to process it. Nick, lunging forward, knocking Jenny to the ground. Derek's arm smoothly firing round after round toward Cody. Jenny falling to the floor under Nick. The blue dress spattered with blood. A wave of hot, fierce nausea swamps him suddenly, and he stumbles behind a stack of wooden pallets, falling to his knees.
Another gunshot, and he hears Nick hiss in pain. "Get him off her," says Derek.
Nick. Without conscious thought, Cody jumps out from behind the pallets, feeling a bullet pass by so close to his ear that he puts his left hand up in fright to make sure it's still there. He hears Nick cry out, and suddenly his veins are overflowing with boiling blood, and he squeezes off a round, and then another, still moving to the side, and Derek ducks behind a barrel to get away from him. His hearing feels muffled, blocking out everything except his pulse pounding in his head, maddening, hot and hurting.
Cody's stomach is in his throat. His brain keeps replaying her falling, the blue dress, the bloodstain, her black hair. His mouth tastes like bile. The gun is jumping in his hand, the barrel is full of bullet holes--
Click. Click. He tries to pull the trigger again, but the clip's empty. Sound penetrates once more. His brain registers that he's standing out in the open, and he makes a desperate dive for cover. He can hear someone sobbing in pain, fist striking flesh, and then he's hitting the dirty floor behind a forklift, pulling another clip out of his pocket, his hand damp with sweat.
The cartridge slips out of his fingers, clattering to the floor, and he makes a desperate grab for it, shoving it forcefully into his gun. His frightened breaths sound unnaturally loud to his ears. The warehouse is eerily quiet; no one is shooting.
Lay Your Hands on Me
Pairing: Nick Ryder/Cody Allen (pre-slash)
Length: 9500 words
Author on LJ:
valis2Author Website: Author tag on Pier56
Why this must be read:
Canon tells us Nick Ryder and Cody Allen met in Vietnam during the Vietnam War, and have remained best friends, coworkers and roommates ever since. One of the most wonderful benefits of Riptide fanfiction is the ability to go back to Vietnam and watch these two men begin to form the bond they have today.
Valis is an excellent writer, and manages her subject with delicacy and honesty, a hard mixture to get it right, but she does it awesomely. Lay Your Hands on Me uses a mixture of present day and flashback to tell a story from Vietnam, showing the tenderness between these two and where it all began. It also highlights how the cases these boys work can affect them due to things that happened in the war. It's an awesome look at results of PTSD, friendship and love.
Excerpt:
Then he spots her. Her black hair is nearly indistinguishable from the dark barrels behind her, but her pale blue dress stands out, and his stomach does a flip. Blue. Like...
Memories swamp him, his throat turns dry. Savagely, he forces himself to the present. Lucy's niece--Jenny--looks terrified and bewildered. Her lips are moving, her hands outstretched toward someone. She's shaking her head, the whites of her eyes showing. Have to get her out of here. Pull it together.
A flicker of movement to his left, and Cody sees a blond head, a bright point in the dim light of the warehouse. The kidnapper, Derek, watching calmly as his goon knocks Nick to the floor. Derek's arm moves upward and out in an unmistakable gesture, and Cody's heart freezes in his chest for a split second. He's got a gun he's got a gun-- He brings up his own gun, finger on the trigger a second too late, as Derek points at Jenny and fires.
"No!" screams Cody. Derek turns, surprised, and fires in his direction. Everything is happening so fast that Cody barely has time to process it. Nick, lunging forward, knocking Jenny to the ground. Derek's arm smoothly firing round after round toward Cody. Jenny falling to the floor under Nick. The blue dress spattered with blood. A wave of hot, fierce nausea swamps him suddenly, and he stumbles behind a stack of wooden pallets, falling to his knees.
Another gunshot, and he hears Nick hiss in pain. "Get him off her," says Derek.
Nick. Without conscious thought, Cody jumps out from behind the pallets, feeling a bullet pass by so close to his ear that he puts his left hand up in fright to make sure it's still there. He hears Nick cry out, and suddenly his veins are overflowing with boiling blood, and he squeezes off a round, and then another, still moving to the side, and Derek ducks behind a barrel to get away from him. His hearing feels muffled, blocking out everything except his pulse pounding in his head, maddening, hot and hurting.
Cody's stomach is in his throat. His brain keeps replaying her falling, the blue dress, the bloodstain, her black hair. His mouth tastes like bile. The gun is jumping in his hand, the barrel is full of bullet holes--
Click. Click. He tries to pull the trigger again, but the clip's empty. Sound penetrates once more. His brain registers that he's standing out in the open, and he makes a desperate dive for cover. He can hear someone sobbing in pain, fist striking flesh, and then he's hitting the dirty floor behind a forklift, pulling another clip out of his pocket, his hand damp with sweat.
The cartridge slips out of his fingers, clattering to the floor, and he makes a desperate grab for it, shoving it forcefully into his gun. His frightened breaths sound unnaturally loud to his ears. The warehouse is eerily quiet; no one is shooting.
Lay Your Hands on Me