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As Close As It Gets To Home - airgiodSLV (NC-17)
Fandom: BANDOM - ensemble
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Ryan/Brendon, Jon/Spencer, Gabe/William
Length: 52,175 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
airgiodslv
Author Website: AO3
Summary: Ryan takes in a breath, retreating from Spencer’s mind to brush against the newcomer, but when he reaches there’s nothing there. Telepath police consultant AU.
Why this must be read: This is one of the stories in bandom I must have read more than a dozen times and yet somehow, I never ever get sick of it. The storyline is compelling and clever, it has a few unexpected twists and emotional turns that are just as amazing the 10th read as the first. The characters ring so true, you'll end up wishing you were a telepath too. Not to mention: there's so much of it! 50k+, um, yes please. :D
“Are you ever going to find a partner for Urie?” Frank asks, and Gerard nearly jumps out of his shoes.
“Jesus Christ,” he complains, heart still racing in protest at the start. “Can you knock?”
“You’re supposed to be telepathic,” Frank points out, grinning like the evil bastard he is. “Can’t you feel me coming or something?”
“I was concentrating,” Gerard mumbles, cheeks warm, but the truth is he’s exhausted. His awareness starts slipping when he doesn’t grab enough meals and hours of actual sleep.
“You’re tired.” Frank is too perceptive, always. He pulls out the chair on the other side of Gerard’s desk and takes a seat. If this were six months ago, he’d be standing behind Gerard’s desk, working the knots out of his shoulders and laying a kiss at the nape of his neck.
It isn’t, though, so Gerard stops thinking about it.
“Big case,” he responds, which is answer enough between the two of them. “It’s about to get kicked over to us; they think a telepath will be able to infiltrate and gain enough information to take the syndicate down.”
“The syndicate,” Frank echoes, and then, “You’re not talking about Toro.”
Gerard nods, and rubs the heels of his hands over his eyes until the resulting white spots start to hurt more than the original headache.
“Jesus Christ,” Frank says again. “They want one of your kids on that?”
It’s not exactly an insult. Telepaths aren’t usually sent in on long-term, high-stress jobs like this, out in the field with no touchstones for stability. They mostly consult, or get called in for emergencies that last for a few tense hours before they can walk away and decompress.
“Yeah,” Gerard answers finally, blinking his eyes as the case files on his desk waver back into focus. “They’ve been trying to get someone inside close enough to bust him for months, without success. They don’t think anyone else can do it.”
Frank’s curled up in the chair, chin on his knee and looking thoughtful. “Which one are you sending?” he asks. “Smith’s the most level-headed, but Ross has got nerves of steel, and balls to match. Though they’re going to scream bloody murder when you try split them up, you know.”
Gerard does know. Thankfully for his headache, it won’t come to that. “I’m putting in Urie.”
As close as it gets to home
Note:airgiodslv posted this as a series with part 2 being a prequel to part 1. However as a sort of sidestory, bexone wrote her own version of the Chicago branch of telepath police consultants, which can be found here. I suppose you can look at it as if the AO3 series is the original and bexone's fic is an AU of that. But regardless of where and how it ties in, it's an amazing story and definitely worth a the read.
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Ryan/Brendon, Jon/Spencer, Gabe/William
Length: 52,175 words
Author on LJ:
airgiodslvAuthor Website: AO3
Summary: Ryan takes in a breath, retreating from Spencer’s mind to brush against the newcomer, but when he reaches there’s nothing there. Telepath police consultant AU.
Why this must be read: This is one of the stories in bandom I must have read more than a dozen times and yet somehow, I never ever get sick of it. The storyline is compelling and clever, it has a few unexpected twists and emotional turns that are just as amazing the 10th read as the first. The characters ring so true, you'll end up wishing you were a telepath too. Not to mention: there's so much of it! 50k+, um, yes please. :D
“Are you ever going to find a partner for Urie?” Frank asks, and Gerard nearly jumps out of his shoes.
“Jesus Christ,” he complains, heart still racing in protest at the start. “Can you knock?”
“You’re supposed to be telepathic,” Frank points out, grinning like the evil bastard he is. “Can’t you feel me coming or something?”
“I was concentrating,” Gerard mumbles, cheeks warm, but the truth is he’s exhausted. His awareness starts slipping when he doesn’t grab enough meals and hours of actual sleep.
“You’re tired.” Frank is too perceptive, always. He pulls out the chair on the other side of Gerard’s desk and takes a seat. If this were six months ago, he’d be standing behind Gerard’s desk, working the knots out of his shoulders and laying a kiss at the nape of his neck.
It isn’t, though, so Gerard stops thinking about it.
“Big case,” he responds, which is answer enough between the two of them. “It’s about to get kicked over to us; they think a telepath will be able to infiltrate and gain enough information to take the syndicate down.”
“The syndicate,” Frank echoes, and then, “You’re not talking about Toro.”
Gerard nods, and rubs the heels of his hands over his eyes until the resulting white spots start to hurt more than the original headache.
“Jesus Christ,” Frank says again. “They want one of your kids on that?”
It’s not exactly an insult. Telepaths aren’t usually sent in on long-term, high-stress jobs like this, out in the field with no touchstones for stability. They mostly consult, or get called in for emergencies that last for a few tense hours before they can walk away and decompress.
“Yeah,” Gerard answers finally, blinking his eyes as the case files on his desk waver back into focus. “They’ve been trying to get someone inside close enough to bust him for months, without success. They don’t think anyone else can do it.”
Frank’s curled up in the chair, chin on his knee and looking thoughtful. “Which one are you sending?” he asks. “Smith’s the most level-headed, but Ross has got nerves of steel, and balls to match. Though they’re going to scream bloody murder when you try split them up, you know.”
Gerard does know. Thankfully for his headache, it won’t come to that. “I’m putting in Urie.”
As close as it gets to home
Note:
airgiodslv posted this as a series with part 2 being a prequel to part 1. However as a sort of sidestory, bexone wrote her own version of the Chicago branch of telepath police consultants, which can be found here. I suppose you can look at it as if the AO3 series is the original and bexone's fic is an AU of that. But regardless of where and how it ties in, it's an amazing story and definitely worth a the read.