"It's Time I Had Some Time Alone" for exeterlinden

[sageness]

For: exeterlinden
Title: It's Time I Had Some Time Alone
Author: Sage
Fandoms: Last Night/Hard Core Logo
Pairing: Craig Zwiller/Joe Dick
Rating: Adult
Length: 3600~ words
Acknowledgments: Many thanks to petronelle for encouragement and beta.
Warning: ( skip) apocalyptic doppelganger porn. Impending death soonish but not within the span of the fic.
Summary: Joe

Comments

[exeterlinden]

Oh man. Holy cow. This is fantastic.

When I requested this I hadn't even considered how amazingly appropriate it would be to place Joe Dick in the middle of the apocalypse. But wow. There should be a whole subgenre of apocalypse!Joe fic.

I love how Joe's narrative is always about Billy, and that Craig never really gains an identity in Joe's mind, except for not-Billy. It's somehow incredibly bleak and darkly sensual at the same time: Joe listing all the little differences, painting a vivid and intimate image of both Craig and Billy, who are at the same time different and the same.

By the end, you have the reader yearning just as much as Joe is for some resolution - for Craig to offer that resolution, or for Billy to have just left a message.

But this: Joe won't say goodbye; he can't. and this: He knows in his heart that it's over: Billy would've found him, would've called him back by now, if only to joke that he'd look for him later, in hell, heh..

...It hurts, but it's just right.

Thank you so much for this :)

[sageness]

Oh yay, thank you!! I'm so glad it worked for you! \o/

And yes, all Joe wants is for Billy to be at his side again, poor guy. *pets Joe & his great big, needy, fucked up heart*

[china_shop]

Joe throws another box at him, and the look of surprise on the guy's face is so Billy just then that Joe waits for the automatic "fuck you" or "asshole" or even the old, impatient glare, and waits.

The guy's staring at him hard. "What?"

"Nothing." Joe finds another three empty boxes and kicks them at Billy. No, the guy. Whatever.

This took my breath away. Just that moment of waiting, confusion on Craig's part, let-down on Joe's. The whole thing is brilliant and painful and so very very Joe. (Why did I ever think this could be crack?)

[sageness]

Thank you! I'm so glad you think it works. Joe loves so HARD, the stupid, fucked up lug. *gives him a cookie*

They are two of the most utterly depressing movies I've ever seen, China! Making crack out of them would need, like, an AU or something. Or a Canadian shack. *g*

[china_shop]

Heh. That just makes me kind of tempted to see if I could... *g*

[sageness]

*feeds muses* :D

[verushka70]

Can't imagine why I never thought of a LN/HCL xover before. Seems so obvious now (and way *hot*). Wish I'd thought of it. What a delectable mix of melancholy and erotic. Guh. It's so wonderfully angsty-hot, I can hardly stand it. To wit:

He didn't mean to go that fast but shit. The shoulders, the neck. "Billy," he says, "oh fuck, Bill."

So angsty-hot. And your Joe is so...

Joe won't say goodbye; he can't. He says, "Have a drink with me?"

...so very Joe. Ouch. (In a good way.)

[sageness]

Thank you! I'm so pleased you liked it. And yes, I adore Joe to pieces, even if he does look for all his answers in the bottle. He has nothing to lose, so he might conceivably do *anything*.

*pets him*

[mergatrude]

Ouch! This one burns, Sage. Well done.

[sageness]

Thank you! \o/

[atrata]

I am so happy there is Craig Zwiller in the world, because he gets to fuck EVERYONE and it is ALWAYS EXCELLENT. Even when it's also ouchy, like this is. I love Joe, and the not-Billy identity he gives Craig, and all the little awful apocalyptic-yet-sensual details. Bleh, I don't think I'm making much sense, but basically: YAY.

[sageness]

Oh yay, thank you!

And this: apocalyptic-yet-sensual may be the best feedback ever. Because THAT IS JOE. *g*