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Failure to Connect: Please Try Again Later by jsdeanis (PG)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: Susan Crichton, John Crichton
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
Farscape fandom has enjoyed the emergence of several talented new authors over the last year, and since![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van is all about pimping good fic, I'm beyond pleased to be able to rec this promising first fic.
jsdeanis also dabbles in the season 4 Terra Firma storyline, crafting a marvelously rich portrait of one of the most nebulous characters in Farscape: John Crichton's sister, Susan. We see the infamous prodigal through the eyes of one who loved him, yet wasn't blind to his flaws, and who is all too aware of the changes three and a half years have wrought. jsdeanis' Susan searches for a glimpse of her brother in the stranger who returned home wearing his face.
She didn't know this man.
Black leather shielding his body as he shielded his emotions. A familiar face with a stranger's eyes.
He had Mom's eyes, innocent and hopeful yet resigned to the pain.
The loping gait was unchanged but it was a sharp contrast with the defensive posture he adopted amongst them. Controlled movements, always on guard. Tense, constrained energy, muscles poised, classic fight or flight reflexes finely honed.
He'd fight. She'd seen the gun strapped to his thigh - right hand hovering, caressing, reassuring himself. Seen him hide the thing under his pillow. A weapon giving the comfort he wouldn't allow his family to give.
If she could bring herself to comfort him.
So different from before, when his studied nonchalance, his deliberate denial, his frightened withdrawl from their mother's suffering had enraged her, made her want to scream at him. Frightened for him, wanting him to be prepared for the coming hurt, not to ignore it, letting it blindside him, unprepared for the intensity of the pain. To defend himself.
He'd learnt that lesson it seemed. She didn't want to know what had happened to school him so well, to mark him so deeply.
Failure to Connect: Please Try Again Later
Pairing: Susan Crichton, John Crichton
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
Farscape fandom has enjoyed the emergence of several talented new authors over the last year, and since
crack_van is all about pimping good fic, I'm beyond pleased to be able to rec this promising first fic. jsdeanis also dabbles in the season 4 Terra Firma storyline, crafting a marvelously rich portrait of one of the most nebulous characters in Farscape: John Crichton's sister, Susan. We see the infamous prodigal through the eyes of one who loved him, yet wasn't blind to his flaws, and who is all too aware of the changes three and a half years have wrought. jsdeanis' Susan searches for a glimpse of her brother in the stranger who returned home wearing his face.
She didn't know this man.
Black leather shielding his body as he shielded his emotions. A familiar face with a stranger's eyes.
He had Mom's eyes, innocent and hopeful yet resigned to the pain.
The loping gait was unchanged but it was a sharp contrast with the defensive posture he adopted amongst them. Controlled movements, always on guard. Tense, constrained energy, muscles poised, classic fight or flight reflexes finely honed.
He'd fight. She'd seen the gun strapped to his thigh - right hand hovering, caressing, reassuring himself. Seen him hide the thing under his pillow. A weapon giving the comfort he wouldn't allow his family to give.
If she could bring herself to comfort him.
So different from before, when his studied nonchalance, his deliberate denial, his frightened withdrawl from their mother's suffering had enraged her, made her want to scream at him. Frightened for him, wanting him to be prepared for the coming hurt, not to ignore it, letting it blindside him, unprepared for the intensity of the pain. To defend himself.
He'd learnt that lesson it seemed. She didn't want to know what had happened to school him so well, to mark him so deeply.
Failure to Connect: Please Try Again Later
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And while you're there, you might want to check out Ruminations of a First Time Father (http://shriftweb.org/leviathan/archive/9/ruminationsof.html), Behind the Lakka (http://shriftweb.org/leviathan/archive/8/behindthe.html), and Waiting (http://shriftweb.org/leviathan/archive/9/waiting.html).