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crack_van2011-02-23 01:34 pm
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Alone and Colder by Shaitanah (Teen and Up)
Fandom: ANGEL: THE SERIES
Pairing: (no abbreviations, please)
Length: 865 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Shaitanah
Why this must be read: This fic picks up early in the post-"Not Fade Away" comics, where Los Angeles has become "Hell-A," Angel is missing in action, and Connor is struggling to reconcile his recently-restored memories of his actual life with the "normal" ones Angel traded Wolfram & Hart for. There's a quite a conflict there, between a bloodthirsty, angst-ridden, suicidal and homicidal teenager with a penchant for ear trophies and Oedipal complexes and a stable, mature young man headed to a top American college with employment prospects that don't involve demons and a romantic history that doesn't involve anyone his father has macked on (that we know of).
The series never really explores that dichotomy--we get a few glimpses in which Connor's regained his memories and seems to be trying to help rather than kill/imprison/otherwise torture Angel--but this fic does. It's a bluntly eloquent stream of consciousness that feels right for the character and both of his selves as he tries to reconcile everything he knows with everything he is. Throw in a nicely drawn Spike, and you've got a winner.
First Dad drinks blood. Second Dad kills blood-drinkers. Third Dad… would run for the hills, screaming.
Life is a fucking soap opera.
The flames in his head, they never burn out.
When he was six years old, he lost a toy car in his friend’s backyard. He never did find it and he never asked his parents to replace it even though it used to be his favourite toy.
He understands now that the little plastic police car was never really lost. Or at least, it was never in his possession. Because when Connor was six, he was hunting monsters in Quor’Toth.
Somehow it doesn’t seem weird in the slightest.
Alone and Colder
Pairing: (no abbreviations, please)
Length: 865 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Shaitanah
Why this must be read: This fic picks up early in the post-"Not Fade Away" comics, where Los Angeles has become "Hell-A," Angel is missing in action, and Connor is struggling to reconcile his recently-restored memories of his actual life with the "normal" ones Angel traded Wolfram & Hart for. There's a quite a conflict there, between a bloodthirsty, angst-ridden, suicidal and homicidal teenager with a penchant for ear trophies and Oedipal complexes and a stable, mature young man headed to a top American college with employment prospects that don't involve demons and a romantic history that doesn't involve anyone his father has macked on (that we know of).
The series never really explores that dichotomy--we get a few glimpses in which Connor's regained his memories and seems to be trying to help rather than kill/imprison/otherwise torture Angel--but this fic does. It's a bluntly eloquent stream of consciousness that feels right for the character and both of his selves as he tries to reconcile everything he knows with everything he is. Throw in a nicely drawn Spike, and you've got a winner.
First Dad drinks blood. Second Dad kills blood-drinkers. Third Dad… would run for the hills, screaming.
Life is a fucking soap opera.
The flames in his head, they never burn out.
When he was six years old, he lost a toy car in his friend’s backyard. He never did find it and he never asked his parents to replace it even though it used to be his favourite toy.
He understands now that the little plastic police car was never really lost. Or at least, it was never in his possession. Because when Connor was six, he was hunting monsters in Quor’Toth.
Somehow it doesn’t seem weird in the slightest.
Alone and Colder