FICs: The Fugitive & Set the Fire

[valeriev84.livejournal.com]

Here are two wonderful, angsty Don fics that aren't (as far as I know) posted anywhere on LJ.

Title: The Fugitive
Author: Zubeneschamali
Pairing/Characters: Don, (Charlie, Alan, Megan, Colby, David)
Rating: T
Length: 139,634 words (16 chapter + epilogue)
Summary: Inspired by the classic story, an innocent man wrongly convicted of murder must flee for his life and his freedom while seeking the truth.
Note: AU, branching off after Money for Nothing. In this world, there was no mysterious DOJ assignment for Megan, no Janus List, and there never will be.
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is an excellent and detailed fic. It starts shortly after Don is convicted of murdering Special Agent Liz Warner in an attempt to prevent her discovery of his criminal activities within the FBI from coming to light. Luckily for him, a minor quake causes his prison bus to crash, allowing him to do what nobody expects... run. As he desperately attempts to uncover Liz's true killer on his own, he must also evade the FBI, led by the determined agent who investigated his case, ... and the assassin hired to take him out.
The story unfolds beautifully and the cross country descriptions are fantastic. The slow way that the conspiracy behind the corruption and murder unfolds is masterfully done.


[Don] was forced further down the alley, then down one of the side branches farther away from the main street. It was extraordinarily quiet for the heart of such a big city; off in the distance, he could hear a horn honking, followed by a siren, but the only sounds close by were the rustle of a newspaper lying on the ground and their own quiet footfalls. The man behind him was close enough to touch, but with a gun barrel digging into his back, there was nothing he could do. It was looking increasingly like he wasn’t going to get a chance to do anything at all.

They took a few more steps, and the man said, "Stop." A hand pressed on his shoulder. "On your knees."

His breathing started coming faster, the fight-or-flight response kicking in with a vengeance now that it was too late to do either. He twisted his hands, feeling some give in the leather, but not enough to set him free in time. The hand on his shoulder pushed harder, and he was forced to kneel, facing the rough brick wall of a nameless alleyway that looked like it was going to be his tomb. He tried to swallow, but his mouth was completely dry.

Then he heard the unmistakable click of the Sig being cocked, and he knew it was over. Liz, I'm sorry, he thought as he closed his eyes.





The Fugitive

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Title: Set the Fire
Author: Lisa Paris
Pairing/Characters: Don, Charlie, Alan, Megan, Colby, David
Rating: T
Length: 23 chapters + prologue & epilogue
Summary: First of all, he was conscious of the quiet. Of the cold, and the unearthly silence . . .
Note: This fic is posted in two places (that I know of). The first is fanfiction.net, where it is still being posted one chapter at a time. The second is the fanrush forums, where all the chapters are already posted. The problem with the second site is that there is no central list with all the chapters, only a listing of all the threads started by the author.
Why I'm reccing this fic: A wonderfully angsty fic. After successfully infiltrating a criminal organization, Don becomes a target in order to prevent him from testifying in court... and for personal revenge. The only problem? Don puts up a struggle when cornered and throws off the plan. The end result? The bullet meant to kill him, though hitting his head, doesn't kill him. Unbeknownst to the hitmen, he lies alive where he was dumped. Will the others find him in time?
Or will Don die, cold and alone?


Redondo picked the photograph and stared at it again. A small frown puckered his forehead as he studied the celluloid image. He didn’t much like being duped, but this man had managed to fool him. Usually, he could smell an undercover Fed a mile away – but Eppes still pulled the wool over his eyes. Well, it was time to face the reckoning.

The bastard was so gonna pay.

He knew a lot about the man in the photograph now. He had made it his personal mission. His life, his family, his favourite bottled beer – the brand of aftershave he wore. Even the research had been hard for him. Talk about rubbing salt in a wound. If ever a man was his nemesis - it was Special Agent Don Eppes. It wasn’t just about ability, although Eppes had been clever enough. To gain access to their operation spoke volumes, it was more a question of trust.

Oh, yeah, Eppes had impressed him in lots of ways.

In too many personal ways.

The insolence, the focus, the hard, determined streak. Oh, yeah, Eppes had impressed him all right. In retrospect, he should have suspected something - should have known Eppes was working the inside. But by then, he had already fallen for the man. Fallen. Hook, line and sinker.

Redondo exhaled, slowly. His hand trembled against the glass of the tumbler. It was a crying shame he couldn’t take care of this one himself. Too bad he couldn’t pull the trigger. Nothing would give him greater pleasure than to personally teach Eppes a lesson. It was tempting, so tempting to take the risk, to do it for self-gratification. He closed his eyes for a second and pictured the gun in his hand.

“There’s one more thing I want you to do for me,” his voice was cold and dry like winter leaves. “Whoever you get to do it - I want them to tell Eppes why. The bullet comes courtesy of Carmine Redondo. I want the bastard to die knowing that.”


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Don saw the parking lights gleam on the gun. The dull, grey metal of the silencer barrel. He looked straight into its deadly eye and knew there was no way out. Not this time – maybe not ever. Perhaps it had just been inevitable. Not so much a question of if but more of a when and how. Don sensed the change in the man’s demeanour; felt the buck of the gun in his hand. Ironically, he felt preternaturally aware in the last, precious moments of life.

For a split second, time seemed to waver . . .

The concrete floor was cold beneath him. There was a sharp smell of gasoline. Car tires squealed in the distance and echoed through the underground spaces. Don was conscious of mild surprise, then a feeling of sudden dismay.

‘It couldn’t . . . it was going to end like this. So careless – he’d been stupid and careless. My fault, it’s all my fault. So sorry, Charlie . . . Dad . . .’

And then his skull exploded in a blossom of white. A brief starburst of sudden agony.


Updated!Fanrush forum version (Click the link Find all threads started by Lisa Paris. The first chapter should be on the last page, with the others being on the second to last page.)

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Fanfiction.net version

Comments

[admiralandrea.livejournal.com]

The Fanrush link for the second story doesn't appear to work - it just goes to a page saying no matches found...

[valeriev84.livejournal.com]

Oh, damn. This is part of why I really hate forum based fic sites!

Okay, I'm going to try something else. I'll link to the author's page, from there click the link Find all threads started by Lisa Paris. From here, the first chapter should be on the last page (currently number 3) and the others on the second to last page (currently number 2).

Hope that works.