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aj said it best when she said, "Honestly, this is not an amazingly fantastic show. I mean, there are some definite rough spots, but for real? Most of those are blown away for me because of the little character moments that make me jump up and down." So true, lady. So true.
This week's episode killed me, with the partner-development and the coffee scene and the wall scene and WOW. The treatment of music in this show is wonderful, too - see: my journal header, but also the diversity of tracks used. Love it!
And now, for the Non-Shippers, I found myself breaking my Mega Writer's Block by writing...Dani/Charlie! OMG!
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TITLE: The Edge Of
FANDOM: Life, Dani/Charlie
RATING: LOL SEX
DISCLAIMER: T'ain't mine.
The Edge Of
Life, 8th December 2007
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NOTES: No, really, I ain't shipping them. Quickly written, quickly dismissed, quickly re-embraced.
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I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
"You Make Me Smile", Blue October
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“This didn’t happen.”
“Well, it did happen.”
“It didn’t, I mean that.”
“It’s impossible to say something didn’t happen, when it obviously did, considering that-"
“If you continue that sentence, I will throw you out, hide your clothes and call the SWAT team.”
“I have no problem with being naked. It’s natural.”
“Please, please shut up.”
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Particularly messy murders leave scars on more than just the parties involved. Ask Charlie Crews, with his hidden prison tatts and sudden need for Vitamin C; murder’s a bitch and so are the people who commit it.
He’s being driven home by his partner, and she’s quiet. This isn’t exactly world-shattering, but she’s more than quiet, pensive or horrified or angry or tired, and her hands are gripping the wheel making her knuckles whiter than the thin line that used to be her mouth.
“You okay?”
“Sure.”
Right.
Dani pulls the car over, expertly, into a spot and gets out of the car. She’s half-way across the street when Charlie calls out the window “this is your house”, and he only knows she heard him by the way her body seems to deflate like a lead balloon.
“It’s fine, Reese.” Stumbling out of the car, locking it behind him, he runs over the road and forgets about his coat on the backseat. It’s not cold though, but she seems like she is, and he realises the dead, mutilated kids they just left behind in the morgue has effected her more than he originally thought.
“I have a couch,” she mutters, and they walk together, apart, to her front door and through to her empty, impersonal apartment and he wonders if he should grab his coat because he doesn’t think she has spare blankets.
It’s 2am, and no-one speaks.
He doesn’t exactly know when she jumped on top of him, but he knows it went from Pardon? to WHOA when his head cracked against the wall and a framed print of some faceless American landscape that he’s certain came with the apartment.
She’s tiny, and her mouth is all over him and the Sane Detective part of him wants to stop but the Charlie Crews, Normal Human Male and Still Getting Over a 12 Year Dry Spell part is overriding like an overbite.
“Reese,” he manages, but she’s stuck her tongue in and – hey – she’s lost her shirt and her plain black t-shirt bra is more than he can handle. “Dani!”
Her hair is everywhere. “You, look like, a crazy woman. What...?” Breathless is an understatement, but he tries to be the voice of reason.
“This doesn’t mean anything, Crews,” she pants. He forgets to be Zen when his hormones overwhelm his brain, and everything goes to black when his pants go down with her.
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She’s tiny, but there’s curves and lines and breasts, and she’s soft like a girl but still as hard as Detective Daniela Reese is in the bull pit. Rough, pulling his hair and pushing against him; not allowing him to take the reins until she says so and he knows this is just her way of forgetting those kids but hell, it’s helping him too.
Charlie flips her, and she’s submissive for a moment, allowing him to trace around and play maps along her stomach. She touches his tattoos, dark, smudged prison jobs meaning “zen” and “hope” and “whatever”; before she almost lunges like a tiger and he’s taken again.
When they come separately, it’s strange and she cries but she hides her face.
It’s the best lay he’s had since getting out of jail, but he’d never tell her that, so he rolls away and waits until he hears the breathing of sleep.
It will be weird in the morning, he thinks. For now, he rolls back to her and wraps her up, because for once, she deserves to be more than just protected.
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“Should we talk about this?”
“Pass me my pants.”
“I think it’s going to affect our working relationship.”
“Shirt.”
“I’ve seen you naked.”
“If you don’t shut up, Crews, I swear to God…”
“Here’s your bra. That goes on before the shirt.”
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Fin.
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Bless them. And bless Sarah Shahi for being so cute.
aj said it best when she said, "Honestly, this is not an amazingly fantastic show. I mean, there are some definite rough spots, but for real? Most of those are blown away for me because of the little character moments that make me jump up and down." So true, lady. So true.This week's episode killed me, with the partner-development and the coffee scene and the wall scene and WOW. The treatment of music in this show is wonderful, too - see: my journal header, but also the diversity of tracks used. Love it!
And now, for the Non-Shippers, I found myself breaking my Mega Writer's Block by writing...Dani/Charlie! OMG!
--
TITLE: The Edge Of
FANDOM: Life, Dani/Charlie
RATING: LOL SEX
DISCLAIMER: T'ain't mine.
The Edge Of
Life, 8th December 2007
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NOTES: No, really, I ain't shipping them. Quickly written, quickly dismissed, quickly re-embraced.
---
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
"You Make Me Smile", Blue October
---
“This didn’t happen.”
“Well, it did happen.”
“It didn’t, I mean that.”
“It’s impossible to say something didn’t happen, when it obviously did, considering that-"
“If you continue that sentence, I will throw you out, hide your clothes and call the SWAT team.”
“I have no problem with being naked. It’s natural.”
“Please, please shut up.”
---
Particularly messy murders leave scars on more than just the parties involved. Ask Charlie Crews, with his hidden prison tatts and sudden need for Vitamin C; murder’s a bitch and so are the people who commit it.
He’s being driven home by his partner, and she’s quiet. This isn’t exactly world-shattering, but she’s more than quiet, pensive or horrified or angry or tired, and her hands are gripping the wheel making her knuckles whiter than the thin line that used to be her mouth.
“You okay?”
“Sure.”
Right.
Dani pulls the car over, expertly, into a spot and gets out of the car. She’s half-way across the street when Charlie calls out the window “this is your house”, and he only knows she heard him by the way her body seems to deflate like a lead balloon.
“It’s fine, Reese.” Stumbling out of the car, locking it behind him, he runs over the road and forgets about his coat on the backseat. It’s not cold though, but she seems like she is, and he realises the dead, mutilated kids they just left behind in the morgue has effected her more than he originally thought.
“I have a couch,” she mutters, and they walk together, apart, to her front door and through to her empty, impersonal apartment and he wonders if he should grab his coat because he doesn’t think she has spare blankets.
It’s 2am, and no-one speaks.
He doesn’t exactly know when she jumped on top of him, but he knows it went from Pardon? to WHOA when his head cracked against the wall and a framed print of some faceless American landscape that he’s certain came with the apartment.
She’s tiny, and her mouth is all over him and the Sane Detective part of him wants to stop but the Charlie Crews, Normal Human Male and Still Getting Over a 12 Year Dry Spell part is overriding like an overbite.
“Reese,” he manages, but she’s stuck her tongue in and – hey – she’s lost her shirt and her plain black t-shirt bra is more than he can handle. “Dani!”
Her hair is everywhere. “You, look like, a crazy woman. What...?” Breathless is an understatement, but he tries to be the voice of reason.
“This doesn’t mean anything, Crews,” she pants. He forgets to be Zen when his hormones overwhelm his brain, and everything goes to black when his pants go down with her.
--
She’s tiny, but there’s curves and lines and breasts, and she’s soft like a girl but still as hard as Detective Daniela Reese is in the bull pit. Rough, pulling his hair and pushing against him; not allowing him to take the reins until she says so and he knows this is just her way of forgetting those kids but hell, it’s helping him too.
Charlie flips her, and she’s submissive for a moment, allowing him to trace around and play maps along her stomach. She touches his tattoos, dark, smudged prison jobs meaning “zen” and “hope” and “whatever”; before she almost lunges like a tiger and he’s taken again.
When they come separately, it’s strange and she cries but she hides her face.
It’s the best lay he’s had since getting out of jail, but he’d never tell her that, so he rolls away and waits until he hears the breathing of sleep.
It will be weird in the morning, he thinks. For now, he rolls back to her and wraps her up, because for once, she deserves to be more than just protected.
---
“Should we talk about this?”
“Pass me my pants.”
“I think it’s going to affect our working relationship.”
“Shirt.”
“I’ve seen you naked.”
“If you don’t shut up, Crews, I swear to God…”
“Here’s your bra. That goes on before the shirt.”
---
Fin.
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Bless them. And bless Sarah Shahi for being so cute.
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And coffee.
And kick-ass sunglasses.
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Oh, I'm here through a link within a link. I think. But, I'm glad I made it. Great fic.
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(Danke.)
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and seeing his prison tatsand being tiny and awesome and AHAHAHA, Charlie notices the breasts!"Here's your bra. That goes on before the shirt."
<3 HE WOULD TOTALLY TORTURE HER HERE TOO. I love them.
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I'm all for the prison tatt refs. Although it's totes going to become CLICHE, like him eating fruit or meditating or blowing up an iPod. I LOVE THEM.
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Charlie blowing up an iPod.. *CACKLE*
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(P.S. Bet it turns out that Ted funneled his lunch money into a secret snack account.)
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Also, 'Life Babies' makes me grin like a loon. Ahahahaha!
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love for VDOfannishness?We should make icons to this effect. Or be passive aggressive when they come about, y'know.
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Just wait til I get home - Little Charlie with a cowlick, Ted with early salt-and-pepper hair and Dani pushing boys over in the schoolyard with Junior Aviators on.
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Little Charlie with a cowlick! Dani in little khaki shorts with her hands jammed on her hips and GLARING at people twice her size! Charlie and Dani could be next-door neighbors and their parents are all friends and stuff (Charlie was wrongly put in detention for five years because of a rather weird incident in Kindergarten that Charlie's still trying to figure out and that's how he met Ted!) and Charlie's dad is all "You take care of that little girl in school there, Charlie!"
Not know, of course, that Dani's been shaking down Charlie's friends for their milk money since she turned five and realized that if you ran everywhere you could kick really hard and being tiny can sometimes be awesome.
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Little Dani in her low-cut Converse and messy pigtails, smooshing peanut butter sandwiches into Little Roman's face because he was trying to pay the other little girls to roll up the hems of their skirts or something.
Lil Ted was put into detention for offering a valet service to the teachers. How he could drive, or see over the wheel, remains a mystery...
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YAY.
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And he'd make her wear a reindeer-covered knit jumper at Christmas time, and she'd hate him. YAY
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This show better last or I will be very upset. *does the non-cancellation dance*
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AND I AM TOTES DOING THE NON-CANCELLATION DANCE. Can we give it proper moves? Maybe a Charlie-esque biting of a pear?
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Hot.
Love it!
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Now, after that eloquent statement all I can say is THAT was hot. THAT I can buy. Every day of the week and twice on Sundays.
Mmm, Sundays...
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Cake on Sundays is EVEN MORE awesome!
(thanks :)
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Thank you soooooo much for this joy! :)
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So, I was going to friend you to keep up with the fic, and just thought I'd be polite and say so.
So...so.
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For now, he rolls back to her and wraps her up, because for once, she deserves to be more than just protected. ! Wonderful.
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Charlie flips her, and she’s submissive for a moment, allowing him to trace around and play maps along her stomach. She touches his tattoos, dark, smudged prison jobs meaning “zen” and “hope” and “whatever”; before she almost lunges like a tiger and he’s taken again.
Oh man.
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HELLO, I LOVE THEM (AND THIS)
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Then I saw the post. AHAHAHAHAHAHA I geddit. *wanders away*
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[/Sisqo et al]
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Perfect.
Beautiful.
moremoremoremoremoremore pleeeeeeeease!!! ^_^
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Also, I blame you that I'm up past my bedtime. :)
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Currently being rec'd (for shows that ended too soon) and I gotta second! Now I think I'm going to rewatch both seasons...