What I've been reading today:

[dira]

It's been at least several days - possibly longer - since I was rendered totally glazed and incoherent by a piece of fic, but today, here I am, glazed and incoherent and gibbering at you, because viggorlijah posted Parallel Connections Over Symmetric Spaces, 37,000 words of Numb3rs fic. Don/Charlie and, for those of you who, like me, have never seen an episode of Numb3rs, Don is the FBI agent brother, and Charlie is the brilliant mathematician brother.

Uh. Yeah.

But, a) it's really hot and b) it's really well-written, and c) OMG RAMIFICATIONS.

It's not just that I'll read anything - although the evidence suggests that that is in fact the case, and rhyssj I'm looking at you here - it's that I will read, and love, anything*, no matter how fucked up and bizarre, if you, the author, a) think through the ramifications and b) give them to me. I don't want the worst case scenario - the one where everyone ends up irreparably broken and alone - because, really, this is supposed to be entertainment - but don't give me some blue-sky best either, where adult sibling incest, or male pregnancy, or gender-confused gypsy princesses, or being gay for/with your cop partner, turns out to be all sugarplums and roses and rainbows and cheering crowds at the precinct. Give me--well, give me Parallel Connections Over Symmetric Spaces.


* Except Stella/Fraser, Summer/Ryan, and Sam/Jack. Sorry. I just can't.