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The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most by Chrystie (NC-17)
Fandom: GENERATION KILL
Pairing: Nate Fick/Brad Colbert
Length: 9882
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
passionofmind
For Valentines we're going to have a fic that is about love, and what we'll do for it. Like the last rec, this is another fic dealing with one of the hard issues. DADT is no longer in force, but while it was, it was a difficult thing to deal with - and for slashfic in this fandom, it's a big thing. While many fics gloss over it, this one hits it head on, and in a big way.
This fic deals with what would happen if Brad was accused under DADT. As a man who's always been lifer - career Marine - Brad has to come to terms with discharge and where he goes from there. The characterisation is fantastic - Brad's conflict and how he deals with it; Nate's help and understanding. It shows them as real guys with real problems, and holds a candle to their failings as well as their strengths. While this doesn't have a happy ending, per se, it's hopeful, and feels all the more real for it.
Brad Colbert loves exactly three things: his Yamaha R1, the United States Marine Corps and Nathaniel Fick.
As far as partners go, you can’t get better than Nate. He’s gorgeous, intelligent, and full of so much idealism you don’t know whether to kiss him or clock him. These are things everybody knows.
After two years of living together, Brad’s learned that Nate breaks number two pencils in frustration when he can’t get his words to flow just right. That he loves an In-N-Out burger when he’s having a bad day and you can wake him at any time of the night for sex and he’ll never get annoyed.
Brad’s taken him up on it enough times to know.
On a grey November day, Brad receives a piece of paper that changes his life forever.
Nate is taking a shower; he wants to try some new Indian place around the corner. It’s been ages since they’ve gone out and Brad’s craving samosas.
Brad is stricken, scanning the letter with his eyes over and over for some sort of mistake. There’s no way this can be happening, they’ve been so careful and Brad’s military conduct has been nothing short of impeccable.
He’s only just gotten back. They’ve only just settled into the comfortable rhythm of couples who are separated by months and continents.
“I half expected you to join me.” Nate says all big smile and damp hair as he enters the bedroom. He starts digging through the closet for a button up, but glances back over his shoulder at Brad, one hand on the sleeve of his favorite dress shirt.
“Brad?” Nate questions, letting the sleeve fall from his fingers as he comes to stand in front of where Brad is perched at the foot of the bed, crumpled letter in his hand.
“What’s that?” Nate asks motioning to the paper in Brad’s grip. Brad makes no movement to stop him, so Nate gently plucks it from his grasp. Brad can see Nate’s eyes narrow as he scans the contents, his mouth opening in disbelief.
“I don’t understand,” he says, voice slightly off. His eyes dart back and forth between Brad and the letter. After a long time he asks, “How did this happen?” The hand with the letter falls to his side, defeated.
Brad feels something warm trickle slowly across his cheek.
“I don’t know.”
The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most
Pairing: Nate Fick/Brad Colbert
Length: 9882
Author on LJ:
passionofmindAuthor Website: Generation Kill Fan Fic
Why this must be read:For Valentines we're going to have a fic that is about love, and what we'll do for it. Like the last rec, this is another fic dealing with one of the hard issues. DADT is no longer in force, but while it was, it was a difficult thing to deal with - and for slashfic in this fandom, it's a big thing. While many fics gloss over it, this one hits it head on, and in a big way.
This fic deals with what would happen if Brad was accused under DADT. As a man who's always been lifer - career Marine - Brad has to come to terms with discharge and where he goes from there. The characterisation is fantastic - Brad's conflict and how he deals with it; Nate's help and understanding. It shows them as real guys with real problems, and holds a candle to their failings as well as their strengths. While this doesn't have a happy ending, per se, it's hopeful, and feels all the more real for it.
Brad Colbert loves exactly three things: his Yamaha R1, the United States Marine Corps and Nathaniel Fick.
As far as partners go, you can’t get better than Nate. He’s gorgeous, intelligent, and full of so much idealism you don’t know whether to kiss him or clock him. These are things everybody knows.
After two years of living together, Brad’s learned that Nate breaks number two pencils in frustration when he can’t get his words to flow just right. That he loves an In-N-Out burger when he’s having a bad day and you can wake him at any time of the night for sex and he’ll never get annoyed.
Brad’s taken him up on it enough times to know.
On a grey November day, Brad receives a piece of paper that changes his life forever.
Nate is taking a shower; he wants to try some new Indian place around the corner. It’s been ages since they’ve gone out and Brad’s craving samosas.
Brad is stricken, scanning the letter with his eyes over and over for some sort of mistake. There’s no way this can be happening, they’ve been so careful and Brad’s military conduct has been nothing short of impeccable.
He’s only just gotten back. They’ve only just settled into the comfortable rhythm of couples who are separated by months and continents.
“I half expected you to join me.” Nate says all big smile and damp hair as he enters the bedroom. He starts digging through the closet for a button up, but glances back over his shoulder at Brad, one hand on the sleeve of his favorite dress shirt.
“Brad?” Nate questions, letting the sleeve fall from his fingers as he comes to stand in front of where Brad is perched at the foot of the bed, crumpled letter in his hand.
“What’s that?” Nate asks motioning to the paper in Brad’s grip. Brad makes no movement to stop him, so Nate gently plucks it from his grasp. Brad can see Nate’s eyes narrow as he scans the contents, his mouth opening in disbelief.
“I don’t understand,” he says, voice slightly off. His eyes dart back and forth between Brad and the letter. After a long time he asks, “How did this happen?” The hand with the letter falls to his side, defeated.
Brad feels something warm trickle slowly across his cheek.
“I don’t know.”
The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most