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Need to get organized soon to go downtown for the home and garden show, but just wanted to mention that oh bloody flipping hell I am writing the Cyrano story. I knew my brain would go there as soon as Harold's did, and of course it's horrible and fucked-up and strangely compelling and... charming. It was meant to be a few sketchy scenes and now of course it's a story, and I don't know where it's going (besides the obvious place, I mean). And it's in Reese's POV, which I find much harder than Finch's, because the word and image choices are less natural to me; in this case it's particularly hard to have him be laconic when he's having conniptions over what Finch is asking him to do.
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John had dutifully read the play, which had turned out gripping in parts, confounding in others, and occasionally funny, but he hadn't entirely seized the point until Finch replaced his bookmark with a ticket to a Bach concert at Trinity Church, and he'd gone out of sheer curiosity, and seen Grace there. With Carter's help, they had already -- "just in case," Finch had said -- created a solid identity out of Detective Stills's ghostly ID badge, with John's own first name and an affiliation that would stand up to cursory investigation. So he didn't need to worry when Grace recognized him, and somewhere in the relaxed chatting that followed, Finch's purpose landed on him like a bruiser in the middle of a bar fight. He staggered, and then he felt sick, and then he asked Grace if she'd care for a drink.
"I finished it," he said now. "They're both dead by the end. Christian" -- he tapped his own chest -- "and Cyrano" -- pointing at Finch.
"And what did I say to you when we first met, Mr. Reese?" Finch said, his voice thin and cold.
"Yeah, and I was fine with that. But I don't think there's any point to jinxing it by pretending we're living out some romantic tragedy. And just because Roxane survives it all doesn't mean Grace will. Cyrano wasn't shy about being obnoxious to people with power, but he hadn't created a super-secret computer that makes the government want to kill everyone who knows about it. Why am I not just as dangerous for her as you are?"
Finch was silent, his fingers still now, staring at the screen but clearly not seeing the data on it. "Unless," Reese went on after a moment, "you just mean me to show her a good time and then vanish mysteriously. Which isn't very nice." Or fair. Or possible.
"Well, I'm sure you'll come up with something," Finch said vaguely.
"So you want me to keep the date I made with her for Thursday?"
"That is entirely up to you, of course." And now Finch turned toward him and made a horrible grimace that Reese thought was supposed to be a smile. "But you do like her. You do find her attractive."
God. "Yes. She's very… she's lovely. If I'd met her under other circumstances…"
"The circumstances are what we make of them, Mr. Reese. If you'd like to borrow some poetry books…"
"No, thanks. I'll manage."
*
So yes, there's that. I am beginning (after eight months of this, heh) to realize that I have acquired the habit of thinking in fic, and it is really not the most practical thing for me to be doing just now, but I guess I'm enjoying the results (both the words and the attention, to be honest). Other things that may or may not get written, that have been sitting in my head or have popped into it recently:
1) Okay, not really serious about the PoI/Groundhog Day crossover, but wouldn't it be intriguing?
2) Make "Sparrow" and "Goshawk" the first legs of a trilogy. I'd love to have Finch meet young Miles (so a couple of years on, at least). What would I call that one - "Penguin"?
3) The post-S7 Dear Stephen sequel. Not much of a hit count there, I suspect, but I'd enjoy it.
4) The story where James is reading "Winnie the Pooh" to Robbie's grandson, with Robbie and Laura watching, except casting everyone in the show as characters in the book. (why my brain why)
5) And yeah, I still have the beginning of "Aral's Conversations" on my hard drive, and I do intend to finish it someday.
And I will no doubt get more PoI ideas as the season gallops to a finish. (That's an ironic gallop, at the moment; I'm sure we'll get there. *waits impatiently*)
I'll try to write more when I get home.
*
John had dutifully read the play, which had turned out gripping in parts, confounding in others, and occasionally funny, but he hadn't entirely seized the point until Finch replaced his bookmark with a ticket to a Bach concert at Trinity Church, and he'd gone out of sheer curiosity, and seen Grace there. With Carter's help, they had already -- "just in case," Finch had said -- created a solid identity out of Detective Stills's ghostly ID badge, with John's own first name and an affiliation that would stand up to cursory investigation. So he didn't need to worry when Grace recognized him, and somewhere in the relaxed chatting that followed, Finch's purpose landed on him like a bruiser in the middle of a bar fight. He staggered, and then he felt sick, and then he asked Grace if she'd care for a drink.
"I finished it," he said now. "They're both dead by the end. Christian" -- he tapped his own chest -- "and Cyrano" -- pointing at Finch.
"And what did I say to you when we first met, Mr. Reese?" Finch said, his voice thin and cold.
"Yeah, and I was fine with that. But I don't think there's any point to jinxing it by pretending we're living out some romantic tragedy. And just because Roxane survives it all doesn't mean Grace will. Cyrano wasn't shy about being obnoxious to people with power, but he hadn't created a super-secret computer that makes the government want to kill everyone who knows about it. Why am I not just as dangerous for her as you are?"
Finch was silent, his fingers still now, staring at the screen but clearly not seeing the data on it. "Unless," Reese went on after a moment, "you just mean me to show her a good time and then vanish mysteriously. Which isn't very nice." Or fair. Or possible.
"Well, I'm sure you'll come up with something," Finch said vaguely.
"So you want me to keep the date I made with her for Thursday?"
"That is entirely up to you, of course." And now Finch turned toward him and made a horrible grimace that Reese thought was supposed to be a smile. "But you do like her. You do find her attractive."
God. "Yes. She's very… she's lovely. If I'd met her under other circumstances…"
"The circumstances are what we make of them, Mr. Reese. If you'd like to borrow some poetry books…"
"No, thanks. I'll manage."
*
So yes, there's that. I am beginning (after eight months of this, heh) to realize that I have acquired the habit of thinking in fic, and it is really not the most practical thing for me to be doing just now, but I guess I'm enjoying the results (both the words and the attention, to be honest). Other things that may or may not get written, that have been sitting in my head or have popped into it recently:
1) Okay, not really serious about the PoI/Groundhog Day crossover, but wouldn't it be intriguing?
2) Make "Sparrow" and "Goshawk" the first legs of a trilogy. I'd love to have Finch meet young Miles (so a couple of years on, at least). What would I call that one - "Penguin"?
3) The post-S7 Dear Stephen sequel. Not much of a hit count there, I suspect, but I'd enjoy it.
4) The story where James is reading "Winnie the Pooh" to Robbie's grandson, with Robbie and Laura watching, except casting everyone in the show as characters in the book. (why my brain why)
5) And yeah, I still have the beginning of "Aral's Conversations" on my hard drive, and I do intend to finish it someday.
And I will no doubt get more PoI ideas as the season gallops to a finish. (That's an ironic gallop, at the moment; I'm sure we'll get there. *waits impatiently*)
I'll try to write more when I get home.
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