11 fic recs in 6 fandoms
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Alias
in the pulse (there lies conviction) by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thedaytheystop
Post-series finale, a brilliant Tom resurrection fic from Rachel's point of view.
From there Rachel manages to rent a jeep—she’d never known, before her six weeks of field school, just how Sydney did it. It turns out that there’s more than a flip of her light blonde hair and a flirtatious smile. There’s the feeling of a gun tucked into the back of her cargo pants, the strangeness of the Mongolian words as they roll off of her tongue, and the wads of cash she hands over without a second thought.
And there’s not being afraid, Rachel realizes. That’s how Sydney did it.
My So-Called Afterlife byyahtzee63
After the events of the season finale, Francie is brought back. Confused? So is she.
I say "I decided" like I calmly came to this conclusion, a-ha, yes, that's quite reasonable. It wasn't like that at all. My stomach was churning, and I thought I might hyperventilate, and for the first time ever, I understood what people meant when they said "flop sweat." All the same, I had an idea of what had happened to me, and it made sense (except for the syrup factor), so I wasn't completely losing my shit.
Battlestar Galactica
In the Still of the Night byhackthis
Kara, pre-series.
It's just about her. She likes that. She doesn't give a flying frak if other people like her art, or if they think it's shit, she creates on her own. That's what it's always about.
At the end of the day, Kara always does things on her own.
Set Light To Me Some Surprising Day byfahye
Dee, picking up the pieces in the aftermath of 'Maelstrom'
Later, she pulls out the missing half and tapes the two together, and then places the whole picture inside the cover of a book. She remembers the day of the Galactica’s decommissioning, and the Old Man unwrapping a photograph of his sons, and thinks that maybe some day many years from now she will put this safely behind glass and a polished frame and give it to her husband, and it won’t hurt him at all; it will just be a picture of his brother and a woman he once loved.
Doctor Who
Five Times Rose Tyler Didn’t Master the Art of Mascara Application byregala_electra
Rose Tyler, at several stages of her life, doesn't quite figure out how to master the art of wearing mascara properly.
It rained earlier and she’d been caught in it. He stares at her and starts laughing. She narrows her eyes but that only sets him off again. Maybe her makeup’s run a bit, but Shireen said she’d looked good (before the rain) and Rose believes it. She shuts up Mickey with a kiss and continues on her way, now smiling with complete confidence. Mickey’s stammering as she leaves and she thinks that she’s at least done something right, even though she doesn’t know what it is.
That I lost my center bylilith_morgana
Slightly AU Ten/Reinette.
"You always look the same," she says to him in the corridors of Versailles. She's nineteen years old, and about to stand bride. Should have come sooner, she thinks. Should have come for me but she is not one to grasp at illusions and fairy tales.
Pirates of the Caribbean
By Moonlight bycirce_tigana
Short Elizabeth character study, set during the rum island bit in the first movie.
She is an English Governor's daughter, the soon-to-be-intended of a Commodore in the Royal Navy.
She hugs her knees to her chest, rests her chin on the skirt of her ragged chemise. So, why did she call herself Turner? Is she in love? She fancies she may well be. A blacksmith. With sun-streaked hair and a soul that she longed to protect, even when she was but a girl.
Heart cries out to heart, and hers is calling his name.
Two of Swords bypenknife
Elizabeth, learning how to swordfight from Will.
The flagstones are cool under Elizabeth's bare feet, and the sword is heavy in her hand. She can feel the ache in her wrist and in a sharp line down her arm from shoulder to elbow. She has no intention of complaining.
Supernatural
Straight On 'Til Morning bytrollprincess
AU where Mary lives.
In Idaho, there's a girl who barely survived a demonic possession, who only stopped attacking them when Mary and John ran her down with the Impala and ran her down hard. When she's being rolled into the ambulance afterwards, she hears nothing and says nothing, and the dazed look on her face focuses on the crushed mass below her knee as the orderlies mutter about amputation.
Mary makes a point of wearing a tank top to the hospital when she and John stop there before they leave town, of showing off her scars like the proof of life they are.
After she leaves the hospital room, her mother tells Mary it's the first time she's smiled since the operation.
Torchwood
Angels in the Architecture byignipes
Tosh, after the pendant.
There is a man standing by the water. Middle-aged, graying hair, suit and tie and sensible shoes, paper coffee cup in hand. He doesn't notice the rain misting on his coat, the wind off the sea, the lunchtime crowd spilling out of the restaurants behind him.
Toshiko watches from a distance, and she wonders: sex, money, food, or music.
One of the above or all of them, she doesn't need to see his face or hear his thoughts to know. For all their mess, for all their racket and activity and pointless scurrying around, people don't think about very much.
Everything I Know About the Earth I Learned from the Sky bygoddessleila
Long story about psychic!Gwen.
She felt guilty that she’d had to concentrate that hard to find Toshiko. If it were any of the others, she wouldn’t have had to concentrate like that, she’d’ve been able to just close her eyes and know. Ianto was slowly letting go of his pain, one grudging piece at a time, but he still shone like a beacon of grief. Owen was easy. She spent too much time with Owen, leaned on him too much, not to know him. In a dark crowded room, with her eyes closed, she would still be able to find him, every single time.
And Jack. She could hear him, if she listened.
Alias
in the pulse (there lies conviction) by
thedaytheystopPost-series finale, a brilliant Tom resurrection fic from Rachel's point of view.
From there Rachel manages to rent a jeep—she’d never known, before her six weeks of field school, just how Sydney did it. It turns out that there’s more than a flip of her light blonde hair and a flirtatious smile. There’s the feeling of a gun tucked into the back of her cargo pants, the strangeness of the Mongolian words as they roll off of her tongue, and the wads of cash she hands over without a second thought.
And there’s not being afraid, Rachel realizes. That’s how Sydney did it.
My So-Called Afterlife by
yahtzee63After the events of the season finale, Francie is brought back. Confused? So is she.
I say "I decided" like I calmly came to this conclusion, a-ha, yes, that's quite reasonable. It wasn't like that at all. My stomach was churning, and I thought I might hyperventilate, and for the first time ever, I understood what people meant when they said "flop sweat." All the same, I had an idea of what had happened to me, and it made sense (except for the syrup factor), so I wasn't completely losing my shit.
Battlestar Galactica
In the Still of the Night by
hackthis Kara, pre-series.
It's just about her. She likes that. She doesn't give a flying frak if other people like her art, or if they think it's shit, she creates on her own. That's what it's always about.
At the end of the day, Kara always does things on her own.
Set Light To Me Some Surprising Day by
fahyeDee, picking up the pieces in the aftermath of 'Maelstrom'
Later, she pulls out the missing half and tapes the two together, and then places the whole picture inside the cover of a book. She remembers the day of the Galactica’s decommissioning, and the Old Man unwrapping a photograph of his sons, and thinks that maybe some day many years from now she will put this safely behind glass and a polished frame and give it to her husband, and it won’t hurt him at all; it will just be a picture of his brother and a woman he once loved.
Doctor Who
Five Times Rose Tyler Didn’t Master the Art of Mascara Application by
regala_electraRose Tyler, at several stages of her life, doesn't quite figure out how to master the art of wearing mascara properly.
It rained earlier and she’d been caught in it. He stares at her and starts laughing. She narrows her eyes but that only sets him off again. Maybe her makeup’s run a bit, but Shireen said she’d looked good (before the rain) and Rose believes it. She shuts up Mickey with a kiss and continues on her way, now smiling with complete confidence. Mickey’s stammering as she leaves and she thinks that she’s at least done something right, even though she doesn’t know what it is.
That I lost my center by
lilith_morganaSlightly AU Ten/Reinette.
"You always look the same," she says to him in the corridors of Versailles. She's nineteen years old, and about to stand bride. Should have come sooner, she thinks. Should have come for me but she is not one to grasp at illusions and fairy tales.
Pirates of the Caribbean
By Moonlight by
circe_tiganaShort Elizabeth character study, set during the rum island bit in the first movie.
She is an English Governor's daughter, the soon-to-be-intended of a Commodore in the Royal Navy.
She hugs her knees to her chest, rests her chin on the skirt of her ragged chemise. So, why did she call herself Turner? Is she in love? She fancies she may well be. A blacksmith. With sun-streaked hair and a soul that she longed to protect, even when she was but a girl.
Heart cries out to heart, and hers is calling his name.
Two of Swords by
penknifeElizabeth, learning how to swordfight from Will.
The flagstones are cool under Elizabeth's bare feet, and the sword is heavy in her hand. She can feel the ache in her wrist and in a sharp line down her arm from shoulder to elbow. She has no intention of complaining.
Supernatural
Straight On 'Til Morning by
trollprincessAU where Mary lives.
In Idaho, there's a girl who barely survived a demonic possession, who only stopped attacking them when Mary and John ran her down with the Impala and ran her down hard. When she's being rolled into the ambulance afterwards, she hears nothing and says nothing, and the dazed look on her face focuses on the crushed mass below her knee as the orderlies mutter about amputation.
Mary makes a point of wearing a tank top to the hospital when she and John stop there before they leave town, of showing off her scars like the proof of life they are.
After she leaves the hospital room, her mother tells Mary it's the first time she's smiled since the operation.
Torchwood
Angels in the Architecture by
ignipesTosh, after the pendant.
There is a man standing by the water. Middle-aged, graying hair, suit and tie and sensible shoes, paper coffee cup in hand. He doesn't notice the rain misting on his coat, the wind off the sea, the lunchtime crowd spilling out of the restaurants behind him.
Toshiko watches from a distance, and she wonders: sex, money, food, or music.
One of the above or all of them, she doesn't need to see his face or hear his thoughts to know. For all their mess, for all their racket and activity and pointless scurrying around, people don't think about very much.
Everything I Know About the Earth I Learned from the Sky by
goddessleilaLong story about psychic!Gwen.
She felt guilty that she’d had to concentrate that hard to find Toshiko. If it were any of the others, she wouldn’t have had to concentrate like that, she’d’ve been able to just close her eyes and know. Ianto was slowly letting go of his pain, one grudging piece at a time, but he still shone like a beacon of grief. Owen was easy. She spent too much time with Owen, leaned on him too much, not to know him. In a dark crowded room, with her eyes closed, she would still be able to find him, every single time.
And Jack. She could hear him, if she listened.
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