And this one's set in the AFT universe. Don't worry, it's also in English.
Crossroads
Author: allaire mikháil
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (TV series)
Pairing: Chris Larabee / Ezra Standish
Rating: PG
Summary: Ezra and the liberating freedom of burning your bridges behind you.
Beta thanks to: thenightsfall
ATF AU setting, 350 words, Ezra POV.
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Crossroads
It was time to go. He'd more than outstayed his welcome, he was sure of that.
He'd tried to pretend, to ignore that he'd never really been one of them, having no other choice but to stay on the outskirts of their tightknit group, always on the outside looking in.
Having no choice.
Ezra Standish sighed. That was the true crux of the matter. The 'choice' part.
He'd learned his lesson from the very best, Maude, and it had been reinforced -- should he have ever dared to forget -- after the disaster that had been Atlanta. Then after the repercussions of his disastrous first case here in Denver. He didn't belong. And since he had no hopes left to change what seemed predestined to be his fate for all eternity, he might as well stop trying. Why go out of his way to avoid confrontations with his colleagues, why swallow the verbal abuse Larabee unfailingly hurled his way whenever he was in one of his famous black moods?
But still, the situation might have been salvageable. Until yesterday. Until he, himself, must have lost whatever few brain cells he'd still possessed, and acted like a madman. In the middle of another furious dressing down in Larabee's office, the blond team leader in his face, yelling, plainly furious, he'd taken a temporary leave of sanity and -- kissed the other man. Faced with Larabee's stunned non-reaction, which, thankfully, hadn't even included the expected punch in the mouth, Ezra had simply... left.
Evidently it was quite simple. Burn your bridges, leave your... friends, that is, associates, leave your work, leave Denver.
It was more than time to go.
Ezra locked the condo behind himself, went to his Jag. A moving van would take care of his remaining possessions the next day. Outside, he stared in open-mouthed surprise at the Dodge Ram blocking his entryway, and at the silent, determined figure behind its wheel, clearly prepared to wait however long it took.
Upon seeing him, Chris Larabee got out immediately, stepped closer. And Ezra found himself praying to be given a reason to stay.
"The Magnificent Seven" (TV series) drabble by allaire mikháil, ATF AU setting, 350 words, Chris/Ezra, Ezra POV, rated PG.
Inspired, of all things, by Ezra-centric gen fan fiction. The culprits: Violette and Heather F. or rather, their stories.
Read-through by Lumina~ and declared fit to make it on its own -- thank you, honey! <g>
Comments
You're the second one to say that! <waves to Lumina~> But...but see, it's ultimately your fault! You've made me acquire a taste for those drabble/ficlet/short stories, and now I'm happy I can write anything at all, even if it's only comparatively short. Better than nothing -- I intend to lure my muses into false security and slip them a story once they're not longer on guard. <eg>
An let me tell you, I too once believed that this whole short is better than nothing thing worked. And now I seem to only be writing short things and getting nowhere with my longher ideas. And I'm still looking for a good alpha/beta-reader for my E/C novel (yes, that's a hint , Zaunpfahl!).
*catches fencing post*
No problem! Here I am! <g>
And boy, 'novel' sure sounds wonderful!
Hm, yes novel sounds wonderful, problem will be to get me to write it. So some little pestering and kicking would be helpful on occasion . I think the longets I've written lately was a Sk/K-story of about 5.000 words and a novel should have a lot more than that.
And I must admit that I've only started to count words since beginning these drabbles. Before that, I only counted in KB, and that only as long as a story didn't have some fancy formatting. <i><sigh></i> -- Still, I never got over the onehundredandsomething KB of my B5 story, and it was <i>work</i> to write that one.
Well. :-)
Oh, and by the way, how far are you in getting your webpage ready for posting? Can't wait to see that one online!
I count words for the drabbles. Yes, I'm able to count to 100 .
Never bothered with the longer stuff until I ran into a zine publisher who did submissions based on word-count. And professional zines do too.
Loved you B5-stories. Guess there's no chance you'll ever write more, is there?
Webpage? Which webpage? Don't even mention that one. One of the few things that make me hate poetry.
As for your webpage -- you hate it 'cause it means linking all poems to the poetry mainpage, right? <g> Believe me, I can imagine!
Would love to read more of you're B5-stuff. I too still like Michael and Jeff. Need someone to pester you?
You are absolutely right where the webpage is concerned. Maybe I'll just put it online without the poetry-page and only linke from the fandom-pages to the poems. I'm still amazed by the tons of suff I've written over the years.
And I still don't know whether I should also link the German slash-stories.