The Fanfiction of the Opera
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tallulahgsYes, this is me crossing the picket lines for the sake of fic ^^ (is it blacklegging they call it? I forget...)
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40fandoms.
[Title] Homeland
[Fandom] Miss Saigon
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] Post-musical. A grown-up Tam returns to the land of his birth.
Right now the plane is above the clouds and all he can see is icy white and icy blue. They could be over any country right now. It doesn't matter.
When he left America he was Tom, who has a mom on the PTA and a dad who used to be in the Marines, who plays football and is gonna go to college and can't speak any language but US English.
(Except for the dream that used to be a memory, the one where the floor is rocking and it's dark and he feels sick, and lines of light shine over them, and someone is holding him)
(Except for the very few times when he feels unfamiliar words come to his lips and knows what they mean)
(Except that some of the dumber kids in elementary school used to tell him to go back to China, and his mom is blonde)
Except that sometimes Dad calls him Tam and acts like he's going to say more, but never does. Sick of waiting for other people to explain. He knows there won't be any magic transformation when he lands in Vietnam. And there probably won't be any clues as to what happened to whoever really gave birth to him. But maybe making this trip will shake up Mom (Ellen, really) and Dad enough that they'll tell the story.
[Title] Pregame
[Fandom] West Side Story (movie)
[Rating] PG
[Notes/Summary] The night before the rumble; two of the Jets prepare.
"Hey. A-rab?"
Baby John is shambling along, hands in his pockets, looking, as usual, like his nose is about to run, and A-rab wonders why he doesn't just speed up, leave the guy behind, 'cept he waited deliberately to walk home with him.
"What?"
"The rumble, it'll..." Baby John's voice trails off. A car rushes past, sicking up headlight over them, and over the wall there's a baby crying.
"Either talk sense or shut it," A-rab says gently.
"It'll be cool, right?"
"Sure it will. Ain't it always?"
"Yeah, I know, I just... s'the first time I done something like that."
"Pfft. So do as I do. You always been fine in fights before, why's it so different now?"
A shrug. "Feels different. S'all."
"I said talk sense." Another car, and the hum of music as they walk under an open window. "Ain't like we got a choice, anyway."
"I - no. No, I guess not."
"If you're wussing out, come back to mine. We'll raid Dad's whisky stash again, give ya some Dutch courage. The damn Sharks won't know what hit 'em. How about it?"
Baby John grins - like a ten-year-old kid, it's embarrassing to be seen with him - and nods, and scurries to catch up.
Written for and crossposted to
40fandoms.[Title] Homeland
[Fandom] Miss Saigon
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] Post-musical. A grown-up Tam returns to the land of his birth.
Right now the plane is above the clouds and all he can see is icy white and icy blue. They could be over any country right now. It doesn't matter.
When he left America he was Tom, who has a mom on the PTA and a dad who used to be in the Marines, who plays football and is gonna go to college and can't speak any language but US English.
(Except for the dream that used to be a memory, the one where the floor is rocking and it's dark and he feels sick, and lines of light shine over them, and someone is holding him)
(Except for the very few times when he feels unfamiliar words come to his lips and knows what they mean)
(Except that some of the dumber kids in elementary school used to tell him to go back to China, and his mom is blonde)
Except that sometimes Dad calls him Tam and acts like he's going to say more, but never does. Sick of waiting for other people to explain. He knows there won't be any magic transformation when he lands in Vietnam. And there probably won't be any clues as to what happened to whoever really gave birth to him. But maybe making this trip will shake up Mom (Ellen, really) and Dad enough that they'll tell the story.
[Title] Pregame
[Fandom] West Side Story (movie)
[Rating] PG
[Notes/Summary] The night before the rumble; two of the Jets prepare.
"Hey. A-rab?"
Baby John is shambling along, hands in his pockets, looking, as usual, like his nose is about to run, and A-rab wonders why he doesn't just speed up, leave the guy behind, 'cept he waited deliberately to walk home with him.
"What?"
"The rumble, it'll..." Baby John's voice trails off. A car rushes past, sicking up headlight over them, and over the wall there's a baby crying.
"Either talk sense or shut it," A-rab says gently.
"It'll be cool, right?"
"Sure it will. Ain't it always?"
"Yeah, I know, I just... s'the first time I done something like that."
"Pfft. So do as I do. You always been fine in fights before, why's it so different now?"
A shrug. "Feels different. S'all."
"I said talk sense." Another car, and the hum of music as they walk under an open window. "Ain't like we got a choice, anyway."
"I - no. No, I guess not."
"If you're wussing out, come back to mine. We'll raid Dad's whisky stash again, give ya some Dutch courage. The damn Sharks won't know what hit 'em. How about it?"
Baby John grins - like a ten-year-old kid, it's embarrassing to be seen with him - and nods, and scurries to catch up.
