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crack_van2011-06-01 09:02 am
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Mia, by Francesca (NC-17)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Blair/Jim
Length: ~11.000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cesperanza
Author Website: Francesca's TS Fiction and Francesca at Prospect 852
Why this must be read:
Hi! I'mbirggitt, and I'll be driving the Sentinel's Van this month. *g*
And my first offering is one of my all times favorite stories in Sentinel fandom: Mia by Francesca. Francesca has been recced all over the place, and there is a reason for it. Her writing is always amazing, accurate, and full of emotion. This story is no exception: it's a first time story, with oblivious Jim and Blair, partner's perceived betrayal, an amazing, surprising plot and OMG! the angst! THE ANGST! It hurts so beautifully!
Francesca's summary is: Jim Ellison meets the woman of his dreams And yes, he does. In a very tricky, twisted way, that's what happens here. Except... it's no :D
You really should read this to discover how this works *g*
Now, let's have a little taste
"That isn't the point!" Blair yelled; his face was turning red.
I. Didn't. Know!" I didn't. I couldn't have. Couldnt — can't — be true. Can't.
"I. Don't. Believe. You!" Blair was tensing, tensing — shit, Blair was going to hit him — and Jim was tensing, too, waiting for the first blow. They were going to be at blows, soon — Jesus! "You've got everything — fucking everything — and you just had to have — "
" — You're out to lunch! — "
" — just had to prove — "
" — Quit it! — "
" — One fucking thing! — "
" — I mean it, goddammit! — "
" — One fucking thing that was mine. Mine. Mia."
" — Sandburg, shut — !"
"You were supposed to be my friend," Blair said. "My best friend," and Jim was so staggered by this whole conversation ("You knew" — "smell me in a crowded room" — "David and Bathsheba" — "you've got everything") that he never even saw it coming, just suddenly Blair drew his arm back and his fist was soaring forward and then bang he was reeling backwards, more shocked than hurt by the impact. And then Blair was on top of him, and he was trying to grab hold of Blair's arms, trying to restrain him without hurting him, and Blair was going at him like a wild animal, hair flying, arms flying, near tears by the sound of him, and Jim grabbed Blair's wrists in his hands and they struggled, stumbling backwards hard against the table, which skittered and gave way, suddenly, sliding a foot or two, sending them hard onto the floor.
Oh, yes... angst!
So, go read Mia, and let Francesca know how awesome writer she is :D
Pairing: Blair/Jim
Length: ~11.000 words
Author on LJ:
cesperanzaAuthor Website: Francesca's TS Fiction and Francesca at Prospect 852
Why this must be read:
Hi! I'm
birggitt, and I'll be driving the Sentinel's Van this month. *g* And my first offering is one of my all times favorite stories in Sentinel fandom: Mia by Francesca. Francesca has been recced all over the place, and there is a reason for it. Her writing is always amazing, accurate, and full of emotion. This story is no exception: it's a first time story, with oblivious Jim and Blair, partner's perceived betrayal, an amazing, surprising plot and OMG! the angst! THE ANGST! It hurts so beautifully!
Francesca's summary is: Jim Ellison meets the woman of his dreams And yes, he does. In a very tricky, twisted way, that's what happens here. Except... it's no :D
You really should read this to discover how this works *g*
Now, let's have a little taste
"That isn't the point!" Blair yelled; his face was turning red.
I. Didn't. Know!" I didn't. I couldn't have. Couldnt — can't — be true. Can't.
"I. Don't. Believe. You!" Blair was tensing, tensing — shit, Blair was going to hit him — and Jim was tensing, too, waiting for the first blow. They were going to be at blows, soon — Jesus! "You've got everything — fucking everything — and you just had to have — "
" — You're out to lunch! — "
" — just had to prove — "
" — Quit it! — "
" — One fucking thing! — "
" — I mean it, goddammit! — "
" — One fucking thing that was mine. Mine. Mia."
" — Sandburg, shut — !"
"You were supposed to be my friend," Blair said. "My best friend," and Jim was so staggered by this whole conversation ("You knew" — "smell me in a crowded room" — "David and Bathsheba" — "you've got everything") that he never even saw it coming, just suddenly Blair drew his arm back and his fist was soaring forward and then bang he was reeling backwards, more shocked than hurt by the impact. And then Blair was on top of him, and he was trying to grab hold of Blair's arms, trying to restrain him without hurting him, and Blair was going at him like a wild animal, hair flying, arms flying, near tears by the sound of him, and Jim grabbed Blair's wrists in his hands and they struggled, stumbling backwards hard against the table, which skittered and gave way, suddenly, sliding a foot or two, sending them hard onto the floor.
Oh, yes... angst!
So, go read Mia, and let Francesca know how awesome writer she is :D