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51stcenturyfoxTitle: Time Agency Awards Banquet, 5094
Author: 51stCenturyFox
Characters: John Hart
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 250
Summary: Bit of a character study.
John gripped the engraved disc of hypersteel and glass as he stepped out for a biting breath of air. It was a bizarre little object - half indestructible, half fragile - and cold to the touch.
He ran a thumb over the lettering. Technological marvel it was; the name was alterable with the whack of a few buttons. He could change it along with his aliases, if he'd brought any baggage on a mission, which of course he wouldn't. I'd be a dead giveaway, no? He needed his strap and the clothes on his back and a prodigious number of weapons.
If he ever went back to the homeworld (and if he'd had a house) he could hang it in a hallway, along with the others he'd received over the years. An I Love Me wall. He could stare at it when he felt that his life, his accomplishments, had been a bit of a joke. Which wouldn't really make them less of a joke.
Intelligence Gathering, Top Capture Rate, Marksmanship. Most of his were labelled Marksmanship.
None of these really meant... anything.
Who would care in another hundred years, when this disc had long ago rolled through a recycle queue, its glass surface pitted and illegible and steel bits destined for a second or tenth life as a handful of bullets or a baby's first spoon?
John considered flinging the disc off the balcony or stuffing it into a bin, but tucked it into his jacket instead.
He heard the band strike up again and hoots and whistles from the ballroom. The official and serious part of the evening was over and it was time for the frivolity, the toasts, the "fun" awards.
With a smirk, he headed in as he considered who might be first in the running for "Rear of the Year".
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laurab1 made artwork! John's medal. Thank you!
A/N: Listening to a little Bowie this morning.
Author: 51stCenturyFox
Characters: John Hart
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 250
Summary: Bit of a character study.
John gripped the engraved disc of hypersteel and glass as he stepped out for a biting breath of air. It was a bizarre little object - half indestructible, half fragile - and cold to the touch.
He ran a thumb over the lettering. Technological marvel it was; the name was alterable with the whack of a few buttons. He could change it along with his aliases, if he'd brought any baggage on a mission, which of course he wouldn't. I'd be a dead giveaway, no? He needed his strap and the clothes on his back and a prodigious number of weapons.
If he ever went back to the homeworld (and if he'd had a house) he could hang it in a hallway, along with the others he'd received over the years. An I Love Me wall. He could stare at it when he felt that his life, his accomplishments, had been a bit of a joke. Which wouldn't really make them less of a joke.
Intelligence Gathering, Top Capture Rate, Marksmanship. Most of his were labelled Marksmanship.
None of these really meant... anything.
Who would care in another hundred years, when this disc had long ago rolled through a recycle queue, its glass surface pitted and illegible and steel bits destined for a second or tenth life as a handful of bullets or a baby's first spoon?
John considered flinging the disc off the balcony or stuffing it into a bin, but tucked it into his jacket instead.
He heard the band strike up again and hoots and whistles from the ballroom. The official and serious part of the evening was over and it was time for the frivolity, the toasts, the "fun" awards.
With a smirk, he headed in as he considered who might be first in the running for "Rear of the Year".
laurab1 made artwork! John's medal. Thank you!A/N: Listening to a little Bowie this morning.
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Date: 2009-01-10 04:51 pm (UTC)The phrase isn't mine. Everybody in military/government work has an arseload of plaques and certs. ;)
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Date: 2009-01-13 10:53 am (UTC)And... http://laurab1.livejournal.com/346897.html
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Date: 2009-01-17 02:33 am (UTC)I have NEVER seen Supernatural. Am clearly missing out on the hot by this loserish omission.
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Date: 2009-01-17 07:21 am (UTC)Seriously though, the fic is outstanding, absolutely amazing. The RPS is out of this world.
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Date: 2009-01-17 01:22 pm (UTC)That banner of yours. Jeez.
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Date: 2009-01-17 04:36 pm (UTC)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lPs_I3FmcA
That's the link to Daddy Winchester's bum, at the beginning.
As for the boys... I think I might picspam the half-naked ones later. *thinks Jensen's belly hair*
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Date: 2009-01-17 04:54 pm (UTC)Will be watching for picspam when you go nuts.
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Date: 2009-01-17 04:41 pm (UTC)I love the idea of this being recycled into a baby's spoon. It's the little details like this, the contrast, that really bring a fic to life. Very nice writing.
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Date: 2009-01-17 04:55 pm (UTC)Thank you, that's really nice to hear!
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Date: 2009-05-05 09:09 pm (UTC)There's a surface wit and polish about all these stories that is very like the masks that Jack and John present to the world (and to some extent, to each other). But you slip in these touches, these moments that suggest a kind of rawness or emptiness beneath it all, something that goes a long way to explain their connection and need. It seems to go deeper with John, who is perhaps the more damaged of the two (at least at this stage) and whose surface is correspondingly more glassy (like the disc here).
I notice this especially here, with the recycling image and the vanity wall, and think back to "Hypnos" and ahead to "Mission of Mercy," which I see as a moment of synthesis where the various threads of all the stories come together. It's subtle and easy to miss, because the wit and sparkle satisfy so well in their own right -- but it does sneak up on you. You sly fox, you.