Nice, thoughtfully done with excellent attention to detail. I especially liked the end scene, with Rover on Jason's lap and all the parts scattered around. I have three favorite stories about the "Tin Can," and this is one of them.

Author's Response:

Thanks! Although now I'm wondering what other 'favorite' stories you have.... could one of them be 'Someone to Watch Over Me'? ;-)

BTW, I haven't made my way through all of your fics yet (kids, work, and writing my own stuff seem to be taking a lot of time... go figure), but I've loved every one I've read! Keep posting!

Again, more Technicolor Disturbedverse classic. The OC was easy to identify/sympathize with (the scene of the girl on the bicycle especially powerful), and his view of the attacking G-Forcers was nothing more than horrific in a world that's already grim and hardcore. And yet, on the other side, our five heroes are just doing their jobs. There's a lot of fan discussions about how tough it must be to be a professional killer. They should just read this piece.

A favorite of mine. I love stories that start you thinking, and this one is both complicated and sad.

Love the little details, the bubbles of Ken's recovery. I can almost feel the hangover, too. Excellent work.

Nice symbolism, very sad and poignant. Nice work!

Oh, this is fun. Full of laugh-out-loud moments and an excellent punchline. One of my favorite lines: "You know, where I come from, we call that training."

A sorely underrated story. This has to be one of my favorites of a long list of favorites of yours. Specifically, you demonstrate Joe's dark sense of humor that a lot of fans miss ("Counterstrike of the Vomiting Dead"--HA!). Add to that a wonderfully dark atmosphere, and you have a powerful story.

The first paragraph is the saddest I've read in the BotP universe. "You will look at the lump in the next bed over and look down at the eight feet of fine blue wool carpet that separate your beds and think that it seems to represent the smallest distance that the two of you can bear to have between you." That's just painful to think of Mark viewing Princess in those terms. But then again, you never actually said it was Princess, did you? Then again, who else could hear someone quietly breathing thirty feet away?

I could see Mark longing for brighter horizons, and you know what's even sadder? The fact that I, as the reader, am grieving what he's currently leaving behind more than he is.

*Cough*

To quote: "I'll be in my bunk." 

A nasty, nasty part of me wants to see Jay pass his annual.