12 - Coming full circle
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In five days (on May 8, 2011) this meme will have existed for a whole year.
It is an extraordinary achievement, your extraordinary achievement, to have kept this going well and alive for so long. With thousands of fics and comments, this meme is one of (if not the) most amazing thing I've ever come across. Not only the amount of fic ( Read more... )
In five days (on May 8, 2011) this meme will have existed for a whole year.
It is an extraordinary achievement, your extraordinary achievement, to have kept this going well and alive for so long. With thousands of fics and comments, this meme is one of (if not the) most amazing thing I've ever come across. Not only the amount of fic ( Read more... )
Captcha (or should I say The Machine?) is clearly prompting Mandelborne.
Many possibilities:
a) LifeOnMars!AU;
b) The first time the two met was in 1973, a chance encounter when George was just a child but he was fascinated by this dark-haired handsome stranger. Anon was thinking gen, possibly turning slashy once George is older.
c) Time-travelling!Mandelborne;
d) Whatever this captcha inspires Author-Anons to write.
Now Captcha says Octobre scorn. Break-up fill? Misundertsanding?
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I suspect the feeling of deja vu is in fact jamais vu, come round again. :D
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Peter shrugged. "I wasn't keeping track of you. The pact, unbreakable, had been made." He would've been unable to shake free of it the few times he had tried. "We all end up in Westminster one way or another. Anyways, I remembered Gideon, not George."
"I-" George was temporarily lost for words. "Thank you," he settled. It was the first time he said it that night.
"It was easier, afterwards. Apparently spending certain amount of my efforts keeping you living in this timeline meant that I could more readily perceive what I could do. Your mother was right," Peter smiled. "My power did grow. In 1993, our pact ended. You entered the sphere of influence of Hague at Milibank."
"The rise of New Labour."
The memory was bittersweet. John Smith died. Peter had been unprepared for what was about to come, but of course Tony saw him and knew what they could do. "It was as if I awakened ( ... )
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I'm so glad this isn't over. I love their dynamic so much here, it's completely unlike anything I've seen for this pairing yet.
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I'm highlighting that, but there's so much more. Peter's powers, Labour's rise, George at the conference all those years ago. The wonderful way you've drawn on reality and made it a different place. Very pleased there's going to be more. &hearts
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The voice was pleasant. It lacked the reassuring stateliness that could easily penetrate the Wall of Noise in the Commons, but he was ambitious. Whatever practise George might've lacked in time-travel, his innate instinct to navigate possibilities had smoothed his path. He would be Chancellor of the Exchequer- as long as Cameron was there, and then, perhaps Prime Minister. Time-travel aside, he also possessed the purely political quality of those Westminster destined, the hypnotic way with words that relied on recursivity rather than meaning.
The hypnotic quality of himself-- Peter was older and really should know better-- didn't and couldn't ignore the eventuality of George Osborne willing to play and succumb to a game that appealed, disturbingly, to ( ... )
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It was only fair. "Come with me, George," Peter said at the end. "You are not my child."
George flinched.
It would only be the once. Once to see whether it was some fantasy concocted from nostalgia for his idealistic youth or something more twisted, damningly vampiric and preying... He had been fooled by himself before. Tony's promised friendship had turned out to be both true and chimeric ( ... )
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George approached him, formal and stiff, alone. "It is regrettable," he said, paused, "but I hope we can move beyond our past."
"Our recent past, you mean?"
George inhaled deeply before answering: "All of it."
Peter smiled. "I didn't know you for twenty years."
"I think you must have," muttered George. He had reflected, became disturbed, and grew resentful.
Peter raised an eyebrow. "You only became an MP in 2001." And almost immediately after - in fact, the minute after - he won Hartlepool. A twenty-year pact, but it had cost him eight years to fully recover from it though George Gideon had been as fast as any career politician, almost the baby of the parliament
"Yes, but," George wouldn't be able to leave with so many Conservative politicians about with modern interests; furthermore, Peter wouldn't let him- nonetheless, he was unconsciously doing so nevertheless ( ... )
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There were moments [...] he recalled with a sort of aching pleasure even as he experienced it for the first time.
"I wish you know how much I missed you, dear boy," Peter whispered afterwards.
It'll probably make me sound a pretentious arse to say so, but I think your writing style really suits the mystery. Sparse silences, half-remembered memories, disorientation - it's a great fic and very well written.
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Thank you for reading and appreciating the writing. Allow me to be more pretentious to say that it was all on purpose : )
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