WIP Wednesday [2020-04-22]

[thrillingdetectivetales]

WIP Wednesday!



What do you beauties have cookin' this week?

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Andy/Eddie Amnesia (continued)

[muccamukk]

A bit that I wrote last night while I was definitely not supposed to be writing something else.

"I'm sorry," Andy said. He'd known that his investigation was going to hurt Jones, but he hadn't thought of the consequences of dredging the war up again. "You don't have to tell me any more about it, if you don't want to."

Jones looked up sharply, the sun through the trees catching his eyes and making the bluer than the sky. "Andy, if you asked me to, I'd go back to die on those damn islands. Talking ain't no thing."

"I wouldn't ask that of anyone," Andy replied, but Jones' eyes stayed steady on his, and now he had to wonder. Jones expression told him that he would have asked exactly that, no, would have expected it. "You've seen enough combat," he said, but he knew the words were hollow even as he said them, that they were like the mummery show he'd put on in the letters to "his" boys: an opinion he thought Ack-Ack would hold, not something real.

Jones shook his head, dismissing Andy's fakery. "I wondered, you know, if that was why you didn't answer my letters." He looked away after he said that, turning to pick up larger branches to build around his stack of tinder, and Andy saw a tinge of colour in his ears. He had not, Andy believed, meant to admit so much.

"That wasn't why," was all Andy could say, but he wished he could promise Jones that he would never have cut off a man for failing to die for his country. He wished he could be sure that wasn't the man the war had turned him into.

"I know that," Jones replied. He pulled out his lighter, and the flames burst through the tinder to the wood, creating a cheerful blaze in moments.

[zippitgood]

Not sure these really count as WIPs as these were just jotted down to get them out of my head.

Psychologist!Ray
Gunny Wynn gives him Ray Person’s card for a just in case emergency. “Thought you might need something a little less by the book. A bit more unconventional than what we’re used to” were his parting words to Nate when he left the paddle party. He also left him with a wink. Nate’s never sure what to make of it when Gunny starts taking care of him instead of the other way around.

PTSD AU
It’s the meet cute that never should’ve turned into a meet cute and Ray’s the one that loudly says it to everyone he meets in Nate’s life. Especially because they’re not supposed to work.

He still sometimes wakes up covered in brusies from Ray’s thrashing. Still has more days than not where he’s exhausted talking Ray out of whatever nightmare he woke up from, whatever haunting visions from the war he’s still seeing behind his eyes.

Ray’s not his type. Loud, brash, covered in tattoos, and an irreverence for authority that should grate on Nate’s nerves but he only finds it endearing.

This series will kill me

[scandalinbohemia]

Moving on to Bastogne times. Different setting, same strategy (bantering my way through the plot hoping nobody notices):

“You’re in a good mood,” Dick observed, the corner of his mouth curling up gently.

“And you're not.” Nix sat on the collapsed tree trunk next to Dick, inching close enough that their shoulders touched. Pity to let that precious body warmth disperse. “Thought the news would cheer you up.”

Dick made a face. “Ask me again when they'll have sent us more than one day worth of rations and a bandolier of ammo each.”

“More’s coming,” Nix assured him.

“You think or you know?”

“I know. The signals are still set. They're going to fly back every day while the weather holds.”

“If the weather holds,” Dick replied, but he sounded a little heartened.

“It’ll hold. They're gonna fatten us like geese; you'll see. You'll be foie gras before you know it.”

Now Dick was smiling proper, in his demure way--a real smile, not a grimace.

“This is the part where I ask you what that is.”

“A French delicacy,” Nix answered, true to the script. “Tastes like fat and suffering.”

“Sounds French all right.”