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puddingsmith ([personal profile] hope) wrote2006-10-11 06:09 pm
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Remix authors are announced!!

Yay! not sure if I'm supposed to/allowed to post it in my own lj, but eh! I wrote it. So:
Remix Title: Negative Space
Remix Author: [livejournal.com profile] angstslashhope
Original Story: Lacuna
Original Author: [livejournal.com profile] innie_darling
Rating: R
Pairings: Dean/Cassie, John/OFC

This was so damn fun to write. I was a pinchhitter; woke up at 8am to discover an email saying "help! remix something by [livejournal.com profile] innie_darling!" then hammered out these 5000+ words in about 12 hours, before hitting Derry up for a beta and sending it off. Phew!

And of course I had to take the approach I did, heh. In the original, [livejournal.com profile] innie_darling takes a closer look at Cassie & Dean's relationship. In my version, I hijack her 'verse to see what it looked like from John's perspective. (oh come ON. you KNOW me, of COURSE that's the angle I took.)

Anyhoo. Hurrah!

PS. anyone guess it was me?

[identity profile] kimonkey7.livejournal.com 2006-10-11 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
MEEEP!

Sorry, but: *major icon love*

Sam is SO Ponyboy.

Yay!
innie_darling: (dean breaks my heart)

[personal profile] innie_darling 2006-10-11 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Can I just say that this was such a lovely surprise? I was sure that this story wouldn't be touched for the remix, since it's got the off-putting second-person narration, the unpopular Dean/Cassie pairing, and is so slow and meandering. And you went and turned all of those things into strengths for your version, and I'm just floored by it.

The background of Dean mourning Sam. YES! While I don't doubt the sincerity of Dean's love for Cassie, I tried to make it clear that it was also a case of him meeting her at the psychological moment. And he only says he loves her once she comes back.

The hand not pulling down on his wrist you grip in his hair, pushing the side of his head against your collarbone, not letting him turn again, not looking back. Oh, that hurtful physical intimacy!

When Dean wakes he doesn't speak, just moves his body in a slow surge upward . . . the brass amulet seems strangely upraised against his chest, like the rest of him's sinking into itself. This is such a sharp and painful picture. You are AMAZING.

Classical mythology jokes! You are unbelievable!

I really hadn't pictured Jill (who got much more backstory in "Field Trip") and John ever getting together - they're both too in love with their dead spouses for me to write it, but you made it work, made their familiarity a comfort.

Oh, you included the EMF meter! I love that part!

Is the girl Sammy's with Irene? Or did "Sunshine State" come out too late and it's just a coincidence?

Oh, the park scene. I cannot tell you how much love I have for your version of it, the way you chopped up the language to account for differing perceptions of cadences and speech patterns, the way John sees so much, and most of all for the way neither John nor Cassie can ever completely lay Dean bare. And it's the little things too: his face open and joyful, laughing, bruise-marred and a goddamn purple shirt, of all things and You can see the power below the skin in the bones of Dean's wrists and especially a challenge to put to the person Dean's shared his name with, as if he's given it to her keeping, to destroy or hold safe, power over both of them.

hair still sleep-tousled and fresh red bite marks on his throat below the fading bruise What a gorgeous picture.

Dean's standing by the water, his back to you, peering out over the surface of it. You take a breath, kick out quick and sharp, boot heel connecting to the vulnerable back of his knee, his leg buckling. And here is where I lost it, because Dean is thinking about this new life that's opening up before him (and what a perfect setting you've created for it), and John is destroying it as he thinks necessary. The whole sparring scene is so powerfully written.

Oh, Dean broaching the subject of sticking around - giving secondary reasons but not hiding his primary one - is so good!

"I want to get it," Dean says, voice low, a serrated edge to it and it doesn't break, is already broken. . . . He rocks a little under the touch, rocks into it. Oh, God, DEAN!

You tighten your grip, shake him a little, say instinctually, "Don't look back, okay?" And you've come so beautifully full circle.

Thank you so very much for this lovely fic!