#fix-it march

[promiseyouwillwrite]

A fix-it fic rec for "fix-it March"

@fellow-travelers-events

gold-skinned, eager baby

by @lispenard-street

It all starts with a postcard. A postcard, followed by late night phone calls; long evenings spent pacing the creaky floors of a newly-rented San Francisco apartment. More phone calls, more pacing. Tim picks up the postcard. He puts it down. He worries it between his fingers, then in the same breath vows to burn it and never think of it again.   Hawk calls, and Tim answers. A postcard turns into a plane ticket, which turns into a ten dollar bill, fare for a ferry ride.  It starts with a postcard. Everything else is on Tim. 

[promiseyouwillwrite]

A fix-it fic rec for "fix-it March"

@fellow-travelers-events

we'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac

by @jesterlesbian

He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had. The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket. An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one. “What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?”

Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco.

prompted by Anonymous