sincerely, one of the coolest things about rewriting a fic from an alternate POV is discovering that there was a bunch of shit happening in the character's head that I didn't even know about when I was writing the original POV.
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sincerely, one of the coolest things about rewriting a fic from an alternate POV is discovering that there was a bunch of shit happening in the character's head that I didn't even know about when I was writing the original POV.
I've read @meriwetherwrites's baby you're a bad idea series so many times that I sometimes genuinely forget that Jimmy doesn't make it out of S5.
new Justified fic chapter: smart enough to recognize a bad idea, ch 24/26
The Raylan POV companion to baby you're a bad idea.
Raylan slams his way through the door with Nelson at his back. He turns the lights on and sees—Jesus Christ, a man crouched down over a body with a bullet through the head, and he's opening up the dead guy’s shirt. In the ugly glare of the fluorescent lights, Raylan sees a black tattoo on that pale chest and for a minute his ears roar and he thinks that’s Tim, Tim’s dead. Then the man looks up at him and Raylan realizes no, Tim’s alive, that body is someone else, something that oughta be impossible. “Jesus, Tim,” he croaks. He hopes—he can’t make out the features well enough to tell who it is, which one of the supposed-to-be-dead guys it is from that photo Tim’s got. He hopes it’s not Petrosyan.
new Justified fic chapter: smart enough to recognize a bad idea, ch 23/26
The Raylan POV companion to baby you're a bad idea. In this chapter, Raylan feels really, really good, and then really, really bad.
Tim downs his glass in one and refills it, then opens the pizza boxes. “Forget Vasquez, I coulda shot out Boyd’s tires early on, we coulda taken a mil or so, tied him up and dumped him somewhere, then took off saying we’d spotted him leaving the state—” “What, take the money, go to Mexico, start a cult? You do look good in a bathing suit.” That gets a smile out of Tim. He’s got pizza sauce on his mouth and his hair’s every which way and there’s a hickey starting on his neck and his bathrobe barely covers his thighs, and Raylan loves him so much it hurts. “Somethin’ like that. Maybe a little further, someplace English-speaking. Only Spanish I know is cop Spanish and dirty words.” “I’ll keep it in mind.” Raylan wonders who taught him the dirty words.
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fuck it friday
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They fuck a lot, the next two weeks. It’s easier than talking about how either one of them’s feeling over the idea that sooner or later, Raylan’s supposed to be moving to Florida. Thing is, Raylan’s still hoping that he’ll find some way around it that means he’s not a shitty person, and he’s not sure if he’d be a shitty person if he convinces Winona to give up on Miami and come back to Lexington when he doesn’t have anything to offer her here. And Tim doesn’t ever push him about it, either—Raylan almost wishes he would, wishes anybody was pushing him to figure anything out other than how to convict Boyd Crowder’s crew of a whole lot of crimes. That part, it turns out, is looking pretty easy. Everybody’s scrambling to get themselves out of trouble, hurrying to flip on Boyd, and anybody who isn’t, well, Jimmy generally has some kind of information that’s enough for a warrant, or at least enough to put pressure on somebody. “I guess Jimmy turned out to be worth somethin’ as a CI,” he admits to Tim. “Yeah, we get ‘em all to plead guilty, I might get away with not being cross-examined about fucking him,” Tim deadpans. “You think Ava’s gonna do the same?”
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new Justified fic chapter: smart enough to recognize a bad idea, ch 21/26
The Raylan POV of baby you're a bad idea.
When Tim eventually comes into the bedroom, his eyes are kind of red, and he bites out, “Yeah, they’re prob’ly broken, I’ve had broken ribs before and I know how it feels. And yeah, I told the doctor just to tell me how lucky I was not to’ve broken anything so I could tell you that. And maybe it hurts pretty bad sometimes, but I can still get done everything needs done, and there’s a whole lot needs doing right now.” It fucking kills Raylan, seeing Tim standing there with that bruise livid on his side, explaining how he only lied to Raylan so he could keep on doing his job, because Tim’s body is supposed to be a machine, not something that gets in his way. “I don’t know what do,” he admits. It’s not like it was with Winona, when he used to say Just tell me what you want me to do to fix it when he knew all along what he really ought to do and just didn’t want to. No, with Tim, it’s an honest bafflement, and he suspects it’s because maybe there’s no way at all for him to fix it.
new Justified fic chapter: smart enough to recognize a bad idea, ch 25/26
The Raylan POV companion to baby you're a bad idea.
“How the fuck did I end up being the one who survived?” Raylan doesn’t have the faintest idea how to answer that question. “Charm,” he says before he can stop himself. Tim actually laughs at that. It echoes in the close space of the shower. “Funny.”
new Justified fic chapter: smart enough to recognize a bad idea, ch 22/26
The Raylan POV of baby you're a bad idea.
“Boyd wouldn’t let anybody kill me but him.” Raylan knows, because nobody’s killing Boyd but him. Sometimes, when he’s feeling real poetic and introspective and has had narcotic pain medication, he thinks that Boyd put a claim on Raylan’s life down in that coal mine, and he put his own claim on Boyd’s life in Ava’s house years ago, when he pulled that trigger and missed Boyd’s heart, and one or the other of ‘em’s coming to collect soon. Tim snorts. “All I’m saying is, Ava starts to pull, you damn well better shoot her.”