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Title: Sing Along My Soul To Take
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beanside and nilchance
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Never happened, not mine. Is Fiction, you see.
Verse: Deathknell
No one had told him what set Kane off, but he didn't need to know. All Jason had needed was to see Jensen's stricken face and Jeff's horror, and he was already telling them that he'd take care of it. Never mind that Kane would probably kill him for leaving Jeff alone with the other (perfectly capable) guards. Kane would just have to deal with it.
It only took a few minutes to get everything loaded on a snowmobile hitch. Then he was on his way, bouncing over the snow. One of the good things about being in a compound was that there weren't that many ways to get out. A quick tap of the radio confirmed that Kane left by the back gate twenty five minutes ago.
With the powdery snow, it wasn't going to be easy to track him, but from the sound of it, Kane wasn't really trying to cover his tracks as much as running like hell. Still, it was going to be a long afternoon. And he only had so long, if the weather report was right. Weatherman said that there was another line of storms coming through sometime around midnight. Not like the perpetual night wasn't enough of a handicap.
Hours passed under the growl of the engine, the hiss of the snow flying in his wake. No telling how long Kane could survive. No telling how long he could run. Jason was about ready to admit defeat, to think about bedding down for the night when the sky lit on fire above him.
Aurora Borealis, the scientists called it. He called it what his people would have--a miracle. Maybe a miracle born of atmosphere and ions, but it was still a miracle. He stared for a moment, watching the play of reds and golds, fading into glorious lush green, and a movement caught his eye--something not part of the miracle on display above them.
But-- he thought, seeing the human shape pitch forward into a drift-- maybe it was a different kind of miracle after all.
Christian didn't stir when Jason roared up, didn't so much as twitch. As bad a sign as that was, Jason knew that he had to get things set up, or neither of them will mould it.
Christian made a soft noise of protest when Jason hefted him, tossing over the seat in front of him. It was the best sound he'd heard today. Jason sped for the pile of rocks that the locals called "wolf's jaw." It wasn't much, but it was the only windblock he'd seen in miles. The tent was an Alaskan specialty, made of stretched and waterproofed elk hide. It had a hole in the top to let out the smoke, and best of all, it went up fast. The air mattress was next, a necessity. Sleeping on the cold ground would kill them almost as fast as the snow.
Next in was the trailer hitch itself. Under the storage compartment, a large propane stove/heater waited for him. Jason turned it on high, and dumped Christian on the bed. He was breathing, but it was no where near steady, and his pulse was faint and thready. Cursing, Jason ducked back out of the tent, using the small shovel to quickly pack snow around the bottom of the tent for insulation and to hold it steady in the coming blizzard.
Even near-dead, Christian didn't make it easy to get him out of wet clothes. The struggles might've been half hearted, but they were enough to slow him down. Christian twisted and growled, elbowed and bit. Jason hated himself a little for getting hard.
By the time Jason got Kane naked, he was breathing hard. Christian laid on the bed like a broken doll, skin a disturbing shade of...what was that word? Celadon, his brain provided. A pale, slightly green blue shade. Yeah. That. Even as he moved to pick up Christian, to pull him to the center of the bed, he fought a shiver. In no way did he want to touch that clammy skin. He'd fileted fish that were more appealing. Reminding himself that he'd done worse, he bent, scooping up Christian, and taking a flailing hand to his chin.
Another minute to get Christian arranged in the bed, and Jason stripped off his coat, laying it body heat-side down. It was nowhere near enough, but it was a start. Then he dumped his clothing on the back of the snowmobile. Anything, so they wouldn't get soaked. Christian's clothes, he hung on the back of the stove. By morning, they'd be dry and toasty.
Next on top of Christian were the furs. Soft and made to hold in heat, they provided a good barrier between the survival blanket and skin.
After he'd checked the fastenings of the tent one last time, Jason took a deep breath and slid under the pile of furs. He gathered Christian close, an echo of every erotic dream he'd had since meeting Kane. The cold wasn't a pleasant sensation to say the least. Like stripping to his underwear and hugging a snowman. It hurt, and every molecule of his body wanted to pull back, to shy away from the pain, but he couldn't. He'd been through worse without failing. Instead he let his mind pull away, let it go to whatever place it had gone while he was a slave.
He would do this. He wouldn't fail Christian. Or Jeff. It was odd, to think that a Hawaiian would care what a kea man thought of him. It had been the haole who had cut their island off during the plagues. Then, when they realized that Hawaii hadn't been hit as hard as the rest of the world, then they remembered their pacific state.
By then, it had been too late. Hawaii was lost to the United States like so many of their outlying states. Jeff didn't want to bring Hawaii back in. He just wanted open trade relations, or so he said. Jason believed him. Jeff had honor.
"Cmon, Kane. You're too tough for this bullshit." Jason squirmed closer, biting his lip and shivering as he pressed Christian's face into the curve of his neck. Jesus. His balls were never coming out ever again. It would be worth it, if they could get through this.
Kane was shivering, Jason realized abruptly. That was good. That was wonderful. Maybe they'd both survive this night.
Outside, the wind had kicked up, blowing over the tent's opening in an eerie hiss that was still comforting. When he'd slid outside to relieve himself, the snow had begun to come down in sheets. He'd been afraid to move more than a few feet away for fear of getting lost in the swirling whiteout.
When he slid back into the tent, Christian was moving restively, muttering softly to himself. "Shh," Jason murmured. "S'okay, Christian. You're okay." To his surprise, Christian stopped talking, but he still thrashed ineffectively. Jason slid under the covers and stroked a hand down Christian's warm back. "You're okay. I'm here. No worries, kâne." He still found it funny that Christian's very name in Hawaiian meant sweetheart. "I've got you."
Jason curled himself against Christian, feeling the stress of the day finally starting to drain away. Unfortunately, it was leaving exhaustion in its wake. He could feel his eyes getting heavy, his head starting to nod. That wouldn't do. He had to stay awake to tend to the tent in case of problems. "Did you know that your last name is a God's name? 'strue. In the beginning, there was just the void, and Iao, the source of all creation. Iao breathed out Mana, the breath of life. A geek like you would call it the Force. Then, Iao brought forth Kane, the creator. Iao spoke the word Ola into the void, and creation began."
Jason was still talking as he dozed off, hands resting on Kane's back, keeping him close, offering his warmth.
He woke to lips on his, and demanding fingers knotted in his dredlocks, pulling him close. Kane's eyes were still closed, suture tight. "Chris?" Jason managed, trying to sound light. "Hey, you feeling-"
Kane fumbled down the zipper of his pants and smothered Jason into silence with his lips.
Tentative, Jason kissed him back, still not entirely sure he wasn't dreaming. Kane pulled back the moment he tried to deepen the kiss, moving along his throat, nipping at his jawbone. Still fumbling with the button, Christian started to slide down, kissing his way over Jason's shoulders, moving with something near desperation.
"Chris?" Jason asked, nudging at Kane's hands. "Chris."
Christian nuzzled at Jason's crotch, mouthing his cock through the thin fabric. Jason finally got a good look at his half-open eyes, and felt his stomach tighten. Wherever Kane was, it wasn't here with Jason.
"Stop. Chris, wait. Stop."
The button slid loose from its confinement, and Christian's hand slid into Jason's pants.
"Kane," Jason said harshly. "Stop."
Christian froze for a heartbeat, then jerked back from Jason like he'd been shocked. He backward crawled away from Jason until he ended up on his knees next to the cot. "I'm sorry," he whispered, voice choked. "I'm sorry."
"Chris. Look at me." Jason slid onto the ground next to him. "Look at me. You're safe. Jeff sent me after you."
He could see the moment Christian figured it all out. His eyes hooded somehow, that brittle sharp-edged shell sliding into place. "Jason," he finally said.
"Yeah. Get back in the bed, kekoa. You're going to freeze your ass off. Again," he added pointedly.
"Oh." Kane slid back under the furs, and Jason got up, zipping and buttoning his pants securely.
"How're you feeling?" Jason grabbed some dehydrated broth, and put a cup of snow on the heater. The metal clattered briefly in his shaky hands.
"Like I got hit with a stick." Kane glanced around slowly, understanding dawning. "You came after me."
"Yeah. Couldn't leave a dumbass white boy like you alone out here. Polar bears might try to make off with your virtue." As the snow melted to water, Jason added the soup mix and stirred it absently. "Jesus, Kane. What the hell were you thinking? Do you know how close you came to getting dead?"
"Yeah. Not your problem, Jason," Kane said curtly, eyes narrowing.
"The hell it isn't."
"Momoa."
A lesser man would have taken the hint, the threat of imminent violence in that one word. Jason prided himself on being willing to tread where angels wouldn't dare, but even he took a deep breath.
"Chris," Jason finally said, keeping his voice low and soft, like he was talking to a newly freed slave instead of a trained assassin who would rip his head off without provocation. "You have to know that it is my problem. In case you hadn't noticed... I care about you. And I care about Jensen and Jeff."
"You shouldn't." Kane's head drooped, his gaze skittering elsewhere. "Not about me."
"Why?"
Jarred, Kane looked at him. "What the hell do you mean, why?"
"Why shouldn't I care about you? You're an attractive, successful, strong man. Just what I happen to like in a person."
"I'm not a person."
Jason sat next to Christian on the bed. "You sure look like one. You damn well froze like one."
"Cut the shit, Jason. I can play the game, but I'm not a person. I'm Morgan's goddamn weapon, and that's all I'll ever be, no matter what I tell myself. And whenever I let myself think otherwise, people die."
Somehow, it always came back to that crazy old bitch, didn't it?
"You're more than her weapon, Christian. You and Jensen. And you know what?"
"What?" Christian's voice could flay flesh from bone. And if he backed down now, he was never going to get another shot.
"Whether you like it or not, I do care for you." Moving slow enough that Christian could pull away if he wanted, Jason lifted his hand to cup Christian's cheek. "You try to pretend that you don't need anyone, but that's bullshit. Everyone needs people. Everyone."
"And you think I need you?"
"Need? Maybe. Maybe not. Want? Now that's another thing entirely." Jason leaned closer, letting his lips brush lightly over Christian's, waiting for the explosion.
It came, but it wasn't the stiff right hook he'd been expecting. Instead, Christian's fingers slid into his dreds, rough fingers scraping over his scalp, pulling him closer. Jason opened, letting Christian devour his mouth with a single minded intensity.
As far as explosions went, this wasn't half bad, Jason thought. He took control, letting his tongue curl around Kane's, teasing gently as he pressed the smaller man back to the furs.
Breaking the kiss, Jason pressed his forehead against Kane's and teased, "Are you purring?"
"I'm humming," Christian said, sounding just as likely to kill Jason as he ever did, and slid his leg up around Jason's hips. It pushed them together in ways that tempted Jason. He could just, Kane would let him, but...
"Sure." Touching Kane's knee, Jason nudged his leg back down. "Slow, Kane. I'm not an easy date. Too fucking cold anyway."
Kane grunted, annoyed, but pulled Jason down for more kisses.
This wasn't an answer, Jason knew, not for Jensen's self-mutilation or for Kane bolting out into white death. It wasn't close. But for the night, it would do.
Title: Sing Along My Soul To Take
Authors:
beanside and nilchanceRating: R
Disclaimer: Never happened, not mine. Is Fiction, you see.
Verse: Deathknell
No one had told him what set Kane off, but he didn't need to know. All Jason had needed was to see Jensen's stricken face and Jeff's horror, and he was already telling them that he'd take care of it. Never mind that Kane would probably kill him for leaving Jeff alone with the other (perfectly capable) guards. Kane would just have to deal with it.
It only took a few minutes to get everything loaded on a snowmobile hitch. Then he was on his way, bouncing over the snow. One of the good things about being in a compound was that there weren't that many ways to get out. A quick tap of the radio confirmed that Kane left by the back gate twenty five minutes ago.
With the powdery snow, it wasn't going to be easy to track him, but from the sound of it, Kane wasn't really trying to cover his tracks as much as running like hell. Still, it was going to be a long afternoon. And he only had so long, if the weather report was right. Weatherman said that there was another line of storms coming through sometime around midnight. Not like the perpetual night wasn't enough of a handicap.
Hours passed under the growl of the engine, the hiss of the snow flying in his wake. No telling how long Kane could survive. No telling how long he could run. Jason was about ready to admit defeat, to think about bedding down for the night when the sky lit on fire above him.
Aurora Borealis, the scientists called it. He called it what his people would have--a miracle. Maybe a miracle born of atmosphere and ions, but it was still a miracle. He stared for a moment, watching the play of reds and golds, fading into glorious lush green, and a movement caught his eye--something not part of the miracle on display above them.
But-- he thought, seeing the human shape pitch forward into a drift-- maybe it was a different kind of miracle after all.
Christian didn't stir when Jason roared up, didn't so much as twitch. As bad a sign as that was, Jason knew that he had to get things set up, or neither of them will mould it.
Christian made a soft noise of protest when Jason hefted him, tossing over the seat in front of him. It was the best sound he'd heard today. Jason sped for the pile of rocks that the locals called "wolf's jaw." It wasn't much, but it was the only windblock he'd seen in miles. The tent was an Alaskan specialty, made of stretched and waterproofed elk hide. It had a hole in the top to let out the smoke, and best of all, it went up fast. The air mattress was next, a necessity. Sleeping on the cold ground would kill them almost as fast as the snow.
Next in was the trailer hitch itself. Under the storage compartment, a large propane stove/heater waited for him. Jason turned it on high, and dumped Christian on the bed. He was breathing, but it was no where near steady, and his pulse was faint and thready. Cursing, Jason ducked back out of the tent, using the small shovel to quickly pack snow around the bottom of the tent for insulation and to hold it steady in the coming blizzard.
Even near-dead, Christian didn't make it easy to get him out of wet clothes. The struggles might've been half hearted, but they were enough to slow him down. Christian twisted and growled, elbowed and bit. Jason hated himself a little for getting hard.
By the time Jason got Kane naked, he was breathing hard. Christian laid on the bed like a broken doll, skin a disturbing shade of...what was that word? Celadon, his brain provided. A pale, slightly green blue shade. Yeah. That. Even as he moved to pick up Christian, to pull him to the center of the bed, he fought a shiver. In no way did he want to touch that clammy skin. He'd fileted fish that were more appealing. Reminding himself that he'd done worse, he bent, scooping up Christian, and taking a flailing hand to his chin.
Another minute to get Christian arranged in the bed, and Jason stripped off his coat, laying it body heat-side down. It was nowhere near enough, but it was a start. Then he dumped his clothing on the back of the snowmobile. Anything, so they wouldn't get soaked. Christian's clothes, he hung on the back of the stove. By morning, they'd be dry and toasty.
Next on top of Christian were the furs. Soft and made to hold in heat, they provided a good barrier between the survival blanket and skin.
After he'd checked the fastenings of the tent one last time, Jason took a deep breath and slid under the pile of furs. He gathered Christian close, an echo of every erotic dream he'd had since meeting Kane. The cold wasn't a pleasant sensation to say the least. Like stripping to his underwear and hugging a snowman. It hurt, and every molecule of his body wanted to pull back, to shy away from the pain, but he couldn't. He'd been through worse without failing. Instead he let his mind pull away, let it go to whatever place it had gone while he was a slave.
He would do this. He wouldn't fail Christian. Or Jeff. It was odd, to think that a Hawaiian would care what a kea man thought of him. It had been the haole who had cut their island off during the plagues. Then, when they realized that Hawaii hadn't been hit as hard as the rest of the world, then they remembered their pacific state.
By then, it had been too late. Hawaii was lost to the United States like so many of their outlying states. Jeff didn't want to bring Hawaii back in. He just wanted open trade relations, or so he said. Jason believed him. Jeff had honor.
"Cmon, Kane. You're too tough for this bullshit." Jason squirmed closer, biting his lip and shivering as he pressed Christian's face into the curve of his neck. Jesus. His balls were never coming out ever again. It would be worth it, if they could get through this.
Kane was shivering, Jason realized abruptly. That was good. That was wonderful. Maybe they'd both survive this night.
Outside, the wind had kicked up, blowing over the tent's opening in an eerie hiss that was still comforting. When he'd slid outside to relieve himself, the snow had begun to come down in sheets. He'd been afraid to move more than a few feet away for fear of getting lost in the swirling whiteout.
When he slid back into the tent, Christian was moving restively, muttering softly to himself. "Shh," Jason murmured. "S'okay, Christian. You're okay." To his surprise, Christian stopped talking, but he still thrashed ineffectively. Jason slid under the covers and stroked a hand down Christian's warm back. "You're okay. I'm here. No worries, kâne." He still found it funny that Christian's very name in Hawaiian meant sweetheart. "I've got you."
Jason curled himself against Christian, feeling the stress of the day finally starting to drain away. Unfortunately, it was leaving exhaustion in its wake. He could feel his eyes getting heavy, his head starting to nod. That wouldn't do. He had to stay awake to tend to the tent in case of problems. "Did you know that your last name is a God's name? 'strue. In the beginning, there was just the void, and Iao, the source of all creation. Iao breathed out Mana, the breath of life. A geek like you would call it the Force. Then, Iao brought forth Kane, the creator. Iao spoke the word Ola into the void, and creation began."
Jason was still talking as he dozed off, hands resting on Kane's back, keeping him close, offering his warmth.
He woke to lips on his, and demanding fingers knotted in his dredlocks, pulling him close. Kane's eyes were still closed, suture tight. "Chris?" Jason managed, trying to sound light. "Hey, you feeling-"
Kane fumbled down the zipper of his pants and smothered Jason into silence with his lips.
Tentative, Jason kissed him back, still not entirely sure he wasn't dreaming. Kane pulled back the moment he tried to deepen the kiss, moving along his throat, nipping at his jawbone. Still fumbling with the button, Christian started to slide down, kissing his way over Jason's shoulders, moving with something near desperation.
"Chris?" Jason asked, nudging at Kane's hands. "Chris."
Christian nuzzled at Jason's crotch, mouthing his cock through the thin fabric. Jason finally got a good look at his half-open eyes, and felt his stomach tighten. Wherever Kane was, it wasn't here with Jason.
"Stop. Chris, wait. Stop."
The button slid loose from its confinement, and Christian's hand slid into Jason's pants.
"Kane," Jason said harshly. "Stop."
Christian froze for a heartbeat, then jerked back from Jason like he'd been shocked. He backward crawled away from Jason until he ended up on his knees next to the cot. "I'm sorry," he whispered, voice choked. "I'm sorry."
"Chris. Look at me." Jason slid onto the ground next to him. "Look at me. You're safe. Jeff sent me after you."
He could see the moment Christian figured it all out. His eyes hooded somehow, that brittle sharp-edged shell sliding into place. "Jason," he finally said.
"Yeah. Get back in the bed, kekoa. You're going to freeze your ass off. Again," he added pointedly.
"Oh." Kane slid back under the furs, and Jason got up, zipping and buttoning his pants securely.
"How're you feeling?" Jason grabbed some dehydrated broth, and put a cup of snow on the heater. The metal clattered briefly in his shaky hands.
"Like I got hit with a stick." Kane glanced around slowly, understanding dawning. "You came after me."
"Yeah. Couldn't leave a dumbass white boy like you alone out here. Polar bears might try to make off with your virtue." As the snow melted to water, Jason added the soup mix and stirred it absently. "Jesus, Kane. What the hell were you thinking? Do you know how close you came to getting dead?"
"Yeah. Not your problem, Jason," Kane said curtly, eyes narrowing.
"The hell it isn't."
"Momoa."
A lesser man would have taken the hint, the threat of imminent violence in that one word. Jason prided himself on being willing to tread where angels wouldn't dare, but even he took a deep breath.
"Chris," Jason finally said, keeping his voice low and soft, like he was talking to a newly freed slave instead of a trained assassin who would rip his head off without provocation. "You have to know that it is my problem. In case you hadn't noticed... I care about you. And I care about Jensen and Jeff."
"You shouldn't." Kane's head drooped, his gaze skittering elsewhere. "Not about me."
"Why?"
Jarred, Kane looked at him. "What the hell do you mean, why?"
"Why shouldn't I care about you? You're an attractive, successful, strong man. Just what I happen to like in a person."
"I'm not a person."
Jason sat next to Christian on the bed. "You sure look like one. You damn well froze like one."
"Cut the shit, Jason. I can play the game, but I'm not a person. I'm Morgan's goddamn weapon, and that's all I'll ever be, no matter what I tell myself. And whenever I let myself think otherwise, people die."
Somehow, it always came back to that crazy old bitch, didn't it?
"You're more than her weapon, Christian. You and Jensen. And you know what?"
"What?" Christian's voice could flay flesh from bone. And if he backed down now, he was never going to get another shot.
"Whether you like it or not, I do care for you." Moving slow enough that Christian could pull away if he wanted, Jason lifted his hand to cup Christian's cheek. "You try to pretend that you don't need anyone, but that's bullshit. Everyone needs people. Everyone."
"And you think I need you?"
"Need? Maybe. Maybe not. Want? Now that's another thing entirely." Jason leaned closer, letting his lips brush lightly over Christian's, waiting for the explosion.
It came, but it wasn't the stiff right hook he'd been expecting. Instead, Christian's fingers slid into his dreds, rough fingers scraping over his scalp, pulling him closer. Jason opened, letting Christian devour his mouth with a single minded intensity.
As far as explosions went, this wasn't half bad, Jason thought. He took control, letting his tongue curl around Kane's, teasing gently as he pressed the smaller man back to the furs.
Breaking the kiss, Jason pressed his forehead against Kane's and teased, "Are you purring?"
"I'm humming," Christian said, sounding just as likely to kill Jason as he ever did, and slid his leg up around Jason's hips. It pushed them together in ways that tempted Jason. He could just, Kane would let him, but...
"Sure." Touching Kane's knee, Jason nudged his leg back down. "Slow, Kane. I'm not an easy date. Too fucking cold anyway."
Kane grunted, annoyed, but pulled Jason down for more kisses.
This wasn't an answer, Jason knew, not for Jensen's self-mutilation or for Kane bolting out into white death. It wasn't close. But for the night, it would do.
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Date: 2009-04-16 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-04-16 07:32 pm (UTC)*snuggles you both for the Kane/Momoa love*
Whoops! Posted in the wrong place the first time *facepalm* - or not *double facepalm*
Date: 2009-04-16 07:37 pm (UTC)So much to love - Jason's strong, determined POV; cracked, needy Christian and the 2 of them hot and entwined together under fur. What's not to love?
I'm glad you guys are still keeping up with this fic. I need to go back and read it again from the beginning!
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Date: 2009-04-16 07:48 pm (UTC)Looking forward to more.
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Date: 2009-04-16 10:13 pm (UTC)Ahem. *calms down*
This is awesome. Loving the Jason/Kane interaction. LOVING IT.
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Date: 2009-04-16 10:19 pm (UTC)and the image of momoa and kane fucking kissing i am not soon forgetting that.
*hugs you both* WEEEEE
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Date: 2009-04-16 10:27 pm (UTC)Broken!Kane is a wonderful wonderful thing. *g*
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Date: 2009-04-17 12:05 am (UTC)please ma'ams....may I have some more? ;_;
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Date: 2009-04-17 12:37 am (UTC)I'm definitely missing some of Kane and Jensen bonding though, especially what happened after the last chapter. Thank you!
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Date: 2009-04-17 12:50 am (UTC)Now that I've gotten that out of my system... loved this. Love the fucked up view CK has of himself and his place in the world, love the no nonsense way Jason ignores it and gets his say in anyways.
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Date: 2009-04-17 01:28 am (UTC)Lovely and heartbreaking, as always. I particularly liked this outside view of Chris and how truly fucked up he is.
Please ma'am, I want some more?
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Date: 2009-04-17 04:30 am (UTC)Love that even for a moment I was taken away from the reality of 100F weather to a cold and wintry night.
You guys are awesome :)
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Date: 2009-04-17 05:10 am (UTC)I love how similar Chris and Jensen are, their brotherliness is nicely outlined here... but it's so, so frustrating--no matter how much they each care about the other, they keep coming back to thinking that they're just doom and death to all around them. Each for the same reason with different manifestations. Yet, they get so trapped in themselves and their own minds that they can't snap out of it. They are both Morgan's, but they're also both unrehabbed slaves and it really does make a difference. No matter how much they care about others and especially want to keep each other safe, all too often it seems that they arrive at the conclusion that the best way to do that is to take themselves out of the picture.
I love that we're finally getting some progress on Chris and Jason's relationship. They're a very intriguing pairing, especially as they're written in this 'verse. Now, we just have to wait for Chris to fess up to Jason about what made him run in the first place... and hopefully they'll make it back to the compound alive and in one piece and then figure out what to do about the news that sent Chris running.
I also love how Jason has managed to fit himself into both Chri and Jensen's lives in a way that neither Jeff nor Jared can. He really seems to get their psychology or rather how to respond to it and get them on track. Right now, he's kind of the glue that's holding everything together, and I'm really curious to see where things go from here!!
Love this, brilliant as always!! :D Can't wait for more!! :D Thank you so much for writin and posting!! :D
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