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I'll Fly Away, the end
2/9/06 11:39 pmTitle: I’ll Fly Away
Author: Roxy
Paring: Pete/Clark
Rating: ranges from PG to R
Historical Fic challenge for SV Historical
I’d like to give big hugs and thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
treetracer, for convincing me it wasn’t crap, and to tabaqui for helping it read less like crap.
Actualy, smart-assness aside, I’m kind of pleased with this fic. I wanted to tell a story about a time in our history that was painful and hopeful and horrible all at once. This story ends on a note that can be interpreted anyway you like. Happy? Not happy? It’s up to you. The story that inspired this fic has yet to prove to have a happy ending. Entirely IMHO.
And I didn’t get TQ to check this bit so boo-boos are mine.
( He picked up the soaking towel and rinsed, rinsed, rinsed until it was nearly clean. He grit his teeth and pushed bits of matter down the sink drain. Tears rolled down his face and he wiped his eyes, his running nose. How much time did he have? He dressed in clean clothes and rolled up the ruined clothes in the towel—fuck it, this motel just lost a mother-fucking towel…he stood with the ball of material in his arms, the weight of the wet fabric triggering something in him. He saw Clark’s tear-tracked face again and again, calling his name—and he left him. He left him and was gone. )
Author: Roxy
Paring: Pete/Clark
Rating: ranges from PG to R
Historical Fic challenge for SV Historical
I’d like to give big hugs and thanks to
treetracer, for convincing me it wasn’t crap, and to tabaqui for helping it read less like crap.Actualy, smart-assness aside, I’m kind of pleased with this fic. I wanted to tell a story about a time in our history that was painful and hopeful and horrible all at once. This story ends on a note that can be interpreted anyway you like. Happy? Not happy? It’s up to you. The story that inspired this fic has yet to prove to have a happy ending. Entirely IMHO.
And I didn’t get TQ to check this bit so boo-boos are mine.
( He picked up the soaking towel and rinsed, rinsed, rinsed until it was nearly clean. He grit his teeth and pushed bits of matter down the sink drain. Tears rolled down his face and he wiped his eyes, his running nose. How much time did he have? He dressed in clean clothes and rolled up the ruined clothes in the towel—fuck it, this motel just lost a mother-fucking towel…he stood with the ball of material in his arms, the weight of the wet fabric triggering something in him. He saw Clark’s tear-tracked face again and again, calling his name—and he left him. He left him and was gone. )
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