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Rec Category: Carson Beckett
Pairing: Janet Fraiser/Carson Beckett.
Category: Angst, Crossover.
Warning: Character Death.
Author on LJ:
helsinkibaby
Author's Website: Linky Link
Link: Between the Day and the Twilight
Why This Must Be Read: A post-heroes fic. This fic is heart breaking in its reality, Carson returns from Atlantis, to find the one person he never expected to find. Helsinki’s writing is fantastic as always, this fic had me believing that Janet had really come back to Carson. Their relationship is perfectly crafted and believable.
: “Janet Fraiser looks just like he remembers her, casually dressed in jeans and a white shirt. Her red hair falls loose around her shoulders, just the way he likes it, and she smiles at him as she leans against the doorframe. He knows her well enough to note the slight tension around her lips, see the slightest hint of nerves flitting through her eyes. Quite why she’d be nervous when he’s the one who stood by her graveside, watched her coffin being lowered into the cold earth, his arm around her sobbing daughter, is a tale for another time though, because he’s far more interested in figuring out what the hell is going on here.”
Pairing: Janet Fraiser/Carson Beckett.
Category: Angst, Crossover.
Warning: Character Death.
Author on LJ:
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Author's Website: Linky Link
Link: Between the Day and the Twilight
Why This Must Be Read: A post-heroes fic. This fic is heart breaking in its reality, Carson returns from Atlantis, to find the one person he never expected to find. Helsinki’s writing is fantastic as always, this fic had me believing that Janet had really come back to Carson. Their relationship is perfectly crafted and believable.
: “Janet Fraiser looks just like he remembers her, casually dressed in jeans and a white shirt. Her red hair falls loose around her shoulders, just the way he likes it, and she smiles at him as she leans against the doorframe. He knows her well enough to note the slight tension around her lips, see the slightest hint of nerves flitting through her eyes. Quite why she’d be nervous when he’s the one who stood by her graveside, watched her coffin being lowered into the cold earth, his arm around her sobbing daughter, is a tale for another time though, because he’s far more interested in figuring out what the hell is going on here.”