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The House that Jack Built, by Kat (PG13)
Fandom: ALIAS
Pairing: primarily Jack-centric gen; background Jack/Laura Bristow
Author on LJ: bishclone
Author’s Website: Dumb Show
Why this must be read:
This is one of the first Jack pieces I found when dipping my toe in the Alias fandom, and it is still one of my favourites (along with nanda’s lockdown, and Elizabeth’s ____, both previously rec’ed). This is a wonderful portrayl of Jack--layered, but not always deep and meaningful in his actions. This is Jack, as himself, as a husband, a friend, and a father.
This story is also full of *history,* the world as it (seemed to be) was, spanning the length of Jack’s career with the CIA and SD-6. A fascinating look at a fascinating character.
The House that Jack Built
Pairing: primarily Jack-centric gen; background Jack/Laura Bristow
Author on LJ: bishclone
Author’s Website: Dumb Show
Why this must be read:
This is one of the first Jack pieces I found when dipping my toe in the Alias fandom, and it is still one of my favourites (along with nanda’s lockdown, and Elizabeth’s ____, both previously rec’ed). This is a wonderful portrayl of Jack--layered, but not always deep and meaningful in his actions. This is Jack, as himself, as a husband, a friend, and a father.
This story is also full of *history,* the world as it (seemed to be) was, spanning the length of Jack’s career with the CIA and SD-6. A fascinating look at a fascinating character.
- There were a certain number of assumptions that accompanied Jack Bristow.
Stuffed shirt. (From the kid who delivered his newspaper)
Cute Old Man. (Landlady, arguably older than he was, failed actress)
Distant father (Francie, that friend of Sydney's, her teachers, her friends)
Gruff (the bank teller)
He has a box beneath his bed full of the detritus of his life, faded photographs and crumpled ticket stumps.
Most days, he wished those assumptions were all that was true about him.
The House that Jack Built
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