As Michael saw it, it was as if Nikita was being stoical and complaisant, like if the fire within her had been dowsed and he hated this Nikita. This was a Nikita reminiscent of the little girl her mother abused and Michael wanted that Nikita gone. And when he was spending time out of mind, he felt she was basically… annoying.
Oh, Michael. We always find her annoying.
At this moment Michael was aware of the little time he had to spend as Nikita’s loving-husband, cognizant that his dementia was about to take center stage again. He needed to make her understand his feelings in a clear concise fashion, fearful that the other Michael, the oblivious one, would kick her to the curve after taking advantage of her.
Wanna bet that "clear concise fashion" is going to involve athletic sex?
He held both her wrists in a vice grip
An oldie-but-goodie.
This man before her was not the funny Michael, the nice Michael or even the real Michael; instead a strange Michael – except for his perfect naked body, stood before her.
Well, yeah, except for that.
When the nurse approached the heart lung machines, Nikita realized that Michael was being kept alive by the use of artificial means and she quietly wept at the realization.
Her thoughts went to the last time they spoke and she thought, "You knew this didn't you, you knew you were going to die... I won't have it Michael, get off your ass you insensitive boob - I am with child!"
Live, damn you! LIIIIIIVE!
How many Michaels and Nikitas
are
there in this story?
Oh those coma patients, so insensitive.
Hey, it worked for John Crichton. "Come back to life, or I'll let your baby roll off your bier and onto the floor and go PLOP like an overripe [Dana: hide your eyes] tomato!"
"Kick her to the curve"? Ow.
"Vice grip" is my favorite. Just begging for an SVU crossover, know what I'm saying?
The only novel length fic I know is "Adena 1950" but it is Homicide/ James Ellroy and thus, not everyone's flavor. It kicks ass, though, in a fucking tragic sort of way.
My Wire/Homicide will be novel length if I'm irresponsible enough to finish it.(Not that I'm reccing myself as that will only be interesting to the Simonverse obsessed, like myself.)
"We few, we gloomy few,
we band of bunkies..."
ETA: I should have said the only *other* novel length fic I know, because I read Fay's and "Lust over Pendle" and, um, something else from another post on this topic. Sorry. Duh.
The only novel length fic I know is "Adena 1950" but it is Homicide/ James Ellroy and thus, not everyone's flavor. It kicks ass, though, in a fucking tragic sort of way.
I keep hearing about this one. I need to finish up Homicide so I can start reading fic.
I need to finish up Homicide so I can start reading fic.
Heh. Fic's what got me into Homicide. Seriously, the producers owe erikaj a finder fee or something.
It is the Ultimate Tragic H:LOTS Fic.(And not spoily, so you could read it cause it's AU-ish. Although it doesn't look it, since the nose job...bad-dum-pum)
Ultimate Comic Homicide Fic is Valeria's "Munch Ado About Nothing."
Obviously, I hitched my wagon to Vali's star and I've not looked back.
ETA: Aw, Calli. Thanks, bunk.
Balmeristas take a field trip to Blown Deadline...that would rule.
