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het_reccersFandom Category: Touching Evil
Pairing: Susan Branca/David Creegan
Fic Title: Things i did when i was dead
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
falseeeyelashes
Link: http://falseeeyelashes.livejournal.com/216782.html
Rating/Warning(s): sex
Genre: general, angst, drama
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: People probably don't even remember this show. Touching Evil was a USA Network adaptation of a British serial, but it was short lived. Jeffrey Donovan (Burn Notice's main star) played detective Creegan, who was a cop recovering from a gunshot wound to the head that stripped him of his impluse control and sense of shame. His partner was Susan Branca. Though I watched only the 8 or so episodes of this show that aired, I always loved it to death and was really saddened to see its cancellation.
Now, years later, I hit gold with this fic. Seriously well written, and in-character, this fic plays out one way the obvious sexual tension between Susan and Creegan could have played out. If you watched this show at all, you should give this fic a go.
After the park and after the sun and the boats, them, she starts seeing other men – she starts going out on dates, again.
She says hi to strangers. Sometimes.
It’s after her third date with Karl when Creegan finally gets wind of it. She blames Enright, or Rivers, but she’s not sure how either of them would have known. She’s really not even sure how Creegan knows. But he does. He knows that she’s seeing someone, and it’s enough.
She parks the car at the crime scene and pockets the keys.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she begs off.
“You embarrassed? Are you dating a midget? Are you dating someone incredibly, devastatingly awkward and the very thought of introducing him to your illustrious partner makes you tremble in her boots?” He leers at her with that one; she gives him The Look.
“Is he someone I know? Is that why you don’t want to tell us? Oh, are you dating Bernal?” Creegan bursts into a huge laugh with that one. “Or no. Are you dating a woman? Jesus Christ. Please tell me it’s because you’re dating a woman.”
Susan spins around and flips him off. Creegan waggles his eyebrows.
“None of the above,” she says.
“Okay, okay. The lady likes a little mystery. I can respect that.” He is mercifully quiet for a moment. There are only a handful of sips left in her cup of coffee and Susan tries to savor them. Each successive sip is cooler, staler than the last; the coffee had tasted burnt to begin with and she throws it away.
“You’re bored with him already, that’s it. That’s it,” Creegan pushes, draws his last two words out, all long and slow and knowing.
He takes her silence for assent. He is not incorrect, but she’s not going to tell him that. She’ll make him work for these things.
“…the thing is,” Creegan is saying, “you’ve got to keep it interesting. Dirty text messages, that sort of thing. I’ve been told that men like that.”
“You’ve been told?” she echoes. She’s not really listening. She missed the first part of his monologue about keeping the relationship hot, or whatever, and really only tuned in when she caught the phrase dirty text messages. She regrets throwing away the cup of coffee, empty as it was. She needs something to do with her hands. She settles for her pockets.
“Yeah, sure. Hey – hey, Rivers, back me up here. Men love dirty text messages. Am I right?”
Rivers pulls that funny face, the face that says “I have no idea what you’re talking about but I’m amused all the same” and laughs softly.
With his mouth, he says: “Absolutely. It’s, like, the twenty-first century version of phone sex.”
Susan frowns. She holds up a hand and shakes her head.
“That’s enough of that.”
She wants to wipe that shit-eating grin off Creegan’s face. He snickers behind her as she walks off. She lifts the yellow caution tape and steps over the curb.
He follows.
Pairing: Susan Branca/David Creegan
Fic Title: Things i did when i was dead
Author:
falseeeyelashesLink: http://falseeeyelashes.livejournal.com/216782.html
Rating/Warning(s): sex
Genre: general, angst, drama
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: People probably don't even remember this show. Touching Evil was a USA Network adaptation of a British serial, but it was short lived. Jeffrey Donovan (Burn Notice's main star) played detective Creegan, who was a cop recovering from a gunshot wound to the head that stripped him of his impluse control and sense of shame. His partner was Susan Branca. Though I watched only the 8 or so episodes of this show that aired, I always loved it to death and was really saddened to see its cancellation.
Now, years later, I hit gold with this fic. Seriously well written, and in-character, this fic plays out one way the obvious sexual tension between Susan and Creegan could have played out. If you watched this show at all, you should give this fic a go.
After the park and after the sun and the boats, them, she starts seeing other men – she starts going out on dates, again.
She says hi to strangers. Sometimes.
It’s after her third date with Karl when Creegan finally gets wind of it. She blames Enright, or Rivers, but she’s not sure how either of them would have known. She’s really not even sure how Creegan knows. But he does. He knows that she’s seeing someone, and it’s enough.
She parks the car at the crime scene and pockets the keys.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she begs off.
“You embarrassed? Are you dating a midget? Are you dating someone incredibly, devastatingly awkward and the very thought of introducing him to your illustrious partner makes you tremble in her boots?” He leers at her with that one; she gives him The Look.
“Is he someone I know? Is that why you don’t want to tell us? Oh, are you dating Bernal?” Creegan bursts into a huge laugh with that one. “Or no. Are you dating a woman? Jesus Christ. Please tell me it’s because you’re dating a woman.”
Susan spins around and flips him off. Creegan waggles his eyebrows.
“None of the above,” she says.
“Okay, okay. The lady likes a little mystery. I can respect that.” He is mercifully quiet for a moment. There are only a handful of sips left in her cup of coffee and Susan tries to savor them. Each successive sip is cooler, staler than the last; the coffee had tasted burnt to begin with and she throws it away.
“You’re bored with him already, that’s it. That’s it,” Creegan pushes, draws his last two words out, all long and slow and knowing.
He takes her silence for assent. He is not incorrect, but she’s not going to tell him that. She’ll make him work for these things.
“…the thing is,” Creegan is saying, “you’ve got to keep it interesting. Dirty text messages, that sort of thing. I’ve been told that men like that.”
“You’ve been told?” she echoes. She’s not really listening. She missed the first part of his monologue about keeping the relationship hot, or whatever, and really only tuned in when she caught the phrase dirty text messages. She regrets throwing away the cup of coffee, empty as it was. She needs something to do with her hands. She settles for her pockets.
“Yeah, sure. Hey – hey, Rivers, back me up here. Men love dirty text messages. Am I right?”
Rivers pulls that funny face, the face that says “I have no idea what you’re talking about but I’m amused all the same” and laughs softly.
With his mouth, he says: “Absolutely. It’s, like, the twenty-first century version of phone sex.”
Susan frowns. She holds up a hand and shakes her head.
“That’s enough of that.”
She wants to wipe that shit-eating grin off Creegan’s face. He snickers behind her as she walks off. She lifts the yellow caution tape and steps over the curb.
He follows.
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