FICs: Time to Kill & Sympathy for the Devil & Night Thoughts

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Since angst fic is my absolute favorite type of fic, this rec possed quite a challenge for me to choose only three. Therefore I had to set some parameters:
1) I am not re-reccing anything as almost everything I've recced already is angst
2) Since there is so little cross-posting between FF.N and LJ, I decided to go for all FF.N fics as most people who will view this are LJers. So hopefully this will introduce you to some new fic.

Title: Time to Kill
Author: Zubeneschamali
Pairing/Characters: Don, Benny Natale
Rating: T
Length: 8,675 words (2 chapters)
Summary: What if there was another reason for Benny Natale to hang around L.A. after killing Leah Wexford — like getting revenge on the FBI agent who thwarted him five years ago in Albuquerque?
Note: AU for In Security.
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's a great angst fic and unique from most others due to its unusual point of view. The entire fic is told from Natale's pov from beginning to end. Part of the reason I like this fic so much is because the thought of Benny going after Don crossed my mind during the episode when we learned Benny was staying in LA and I was really hoping he'd try something along these lines. Plus I love the idea of Don having to drive himself away from help so that Benny can exact his revenge.


"You're pretty smart for a Fed, you know that?" Not that Benny was admitting to anything here, but it was pretty impressive that the guy was starting to figure things out, considering that he was under some serious stress at the moment.

"So what did they want you to do in return?" the agent asked. "You got Leah's address in exchange for what? Can't be information; you're already in WITSEC. What are you supposed to do for them, Benny?"

"What do you think?" he asked, gesturing slightly with the gun he held.

Eppes' eyes flickered down to the Sig before going back to the road. The streetlights were sparser up here, the time spent in shadow greater between the flashes of orange-tinted light. Then he shook his head. "That'd be a little too much of a happy coincidence for you, wouldn’t it? Besides, if someone in the FBI had it in for me, it's a hell of a lot easier to lay down some friendly fire in the middle of an operation somewhere."

The guy was good. Benny opened his mouth to tell him to shut up, then shrugged. It didn't matter if he figured out why he was driving himself to his own execution. He'd be dead by the end of the night either way. Out loud he asked, "So what do you think?"

There was silence for a moment. Then Eppes said slowly, "I think someone in the FBI told you where to find Leah. I think they wanted you to do something in return, but you decided to shaft them. But then you thought that as long as you were here in town, you'd get a little revenge in. So you've been following me around until you could add kidnapping a federal agent to your list of charges."

"Kidnapping ain't all I'm gonna do," he said casually, watching the flinch that Eppes couldn't hide once he caught the meaning of his words.





Time to Kill

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Title: Sympathy for the Devil
Author: DreamBrother
Pairing/Characters: Don
Rating: T
Length: 1,369 words
Summary: Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, but what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game.
Note: Dark fic!
Why I'm reccing this fic: Beyond the fact that it is a great Don angst fic? Well, the situation Don finds himself in is different from what would be expected. Instead of Charlie being used to get to Don, Don is targetted to get to Charlie who has been whisked to safety along with Alan, leaving Don as the only way to find him. The only problem? Getting Don to actually talk and give them what they want to know.


“So, for a last shot at a get out of jail free card, how about you tell me now where my employers might find the elusive Dr. Eppes?” he asked.

The agent in front of him licked dry lips before answering, “Which country haven’t I said already? Hmm… how about Tanzania? I hear it’s nice this time of year, and my brother always hated the cold. He might be there. Let me know if you find him, yeah?” Yes, this agent had mildly surprised him with his knowledge of internationally recognized countries. He’d gotten though the majority of them in the 26 hours of his captivity. Of course, there was also the charm in how, in spite of the amount of pain inflicted on him, he stuck to the same tune. Country upon country upon country; each getting more ridiculous than the previous one. As if the mathematician and his father would be sent into the jungles of Africa for their own protection. The gall some people had, especially at such a pivotal moment in their lives…

“Now, now, let’s not have that. You must be running out, surely. Just so we’re clear, any chances of you being freed in return for your brother showing up is past, the 25 hour window given to your family is closed. So, last chance to be selfish: where is your brother?”

“Liechtenstein, perhaps?”





Sympathy for the Devil

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Title: Night Thoughts
Author: shaolingrrl
Pairing/Characters: Charlie, Don
Rating: T
Length: 1,838 words
Summary: What if Don did not start therapy?
Note: Dark fic!
Why I'm reccing this fic: Charlie comes in from the garage past midnight to find his brother sitting alone in the dark... with his gun. Great little ficlet showing what might have happened to Don without Bradford's help. Dark and angst, a brilliant combination in my opinion, especially when it is poor Don at the center of it.


"I may not be able to help, but I still think sleep is a good idea," says Charlie. Somehow he's maintaining his casual tone. "Why don't you just give me the gun and head up to bed?"

Don glances back at Charlie. He snorts. "Give you my gun? You'd probably shoot your foot off. At least if I ever get shot with my own gun, you'll know I did it on purpose."

Charlie goes cold.

One corner of Don's mouth twists up as he stares at the pistol in his lap. "Because...if I ever get shot with my own gun, the bullet will go--here." He lifts the gun--he moves so fast--and points the muzzle at the middle of his forehead.





Night Thoughts