New Avengers Snippets!
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rabidsamfan11. Sleeper
Oct 18 06
Disclaimer: The New Avengers are copyrighted, but not by me. I think Canal+ or Mark One Productions owns the rights at the moment. Which means, of course, that this is fanfic – me playing in someone else's sandbox. Even moreso, anything in dark blue is a scene taken straight from the screen, dialogue and all, that either didn't hit the novelizations, or that didn't hit them in a way that satisfied my sense of the character arcs that I'm exploring. Links to quotes and screencaps (where they appear) are courtesy of bromfield hall.
As a rule
*** means I'm still adding onto a piece or scene and
### means I'm satisfied with that bit for now.
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http://www.bromfieldhall.co.uk/tnaquotes5.htm
http://www.bromfieldhall.co.uk/sleeperpics.htm
Summary: For them as hasn't seen it lately: The boffins have come up with a wonderful idea – a fine dust which puts the bad guys to sleep almost instantaneously. Unfortunately, the bad guys get their hands on it and as a result, one fine Sunday morning, only Steed, Gambit and Purdey are in the way of the biggest bunch of bank robberies in London.
Scenes:
Drabble: Reminded
"What little black book?" Purdey exclaimed. For one awful moment she remembered 'Terry', gloating over his double's murder. She'd driven the image out of her head, forgotten deliberately, or thought she had.
But the real Gambit was here and now and 'Terry' had never looked at 'Lolita' with that particularly fond glint in his eye.
"A slim volume of hints for a growing boy," Gambit quipped, and the knot in her insides loosened. 'Terry' hadn't been much of a punster, either, and her Gambit most definitely was.
Come to think of it, she'd forgotten the big fat kiss as well…
###
Epilogue
When they woke up, it was Tuesday.
Gambit came round first, more than a little surprised to find himself hooked up to the medical paraphernalia of coma. He lay still for a moment, looking at the hospital ceiling and wondering if the chopper had crashed. The last thing he remembered was trying to get Steed up into one of the pilot's seats before Purdey passed out completely. But a little mental inventory didn't turn up any damage, except for bruises he'd already known about.
So why was he in hospital? He didn't feel nearly ill enough to justify IVs and heart monitor wires. And he definitely didn't feel that he'd done anything to himself that would warrant the catheter.
He sat up, setting off alarms, and looked to either side. The bed he was in was one of two dozen, placed around a hospital ward. Steed was sleeping in the next bed over, equally bedecked with clutter. Beyond Steed Gambit recognized the boffin who'd given the lecture on S-95, one of the generals, and – handcuffed to their bedrails – several of the breaker boys who'd been sitting around the cafeteria at the heliport.
"Purdey?" Every other patient in the room was male. But she had to be here somewhere. Gambit started unhooking himself from the machines.
"Gambit…" The sleepy mutter from Steed relieved him of one worry. "I'm trying to sleep."
"By the look of that chin, you've been sleeping," Gambit told him. "For a week."
"Three days," a familiar voice said, and Gambit looked up to find Dr. Kendrick and a pair of nurses coming in the door.
"Three days?" Gambit repeated, too momentarily startled to protest being pushed back onto the pillow. "We've been asleep for three days?"
"Side effect of the inoculations, we think," Kendrick said, signalling one of the nurses to pull the curtains around the bed while he pulled out his ophthalmoscope and started peering into Gambit's eyes. "How do you feel?"
"I feel fine," Gambit said. "Hungry is all."
"Any dizziness? Numbness?"
"No," Gambit answered, beginning to feel a bit worried in spite of himself. "Should there be?"
Kendrick snorted. "You shouldn't have slept for three days, if the information given my office was correct. I'd like to make sure that there wasn't any damage done."
***
Alternate versions
Ficbits and Dialogue notes
Thinking Out Loud
The sequence where they drop Purdey off is a blast to watch slow-mo. Gambit is acting on pure impulse when he kisses her hand, I think, but she's made a few more calculations before she kisses him back. And he looks so poleaxed, in a pleased kind of way! Makes you wonder how much wine they got through at dinner… It must have been a fairly riotous evening before Steed started trying to reach Frank Harding (hardy?). I wonder if they went to a play or performance before the restaurant? Could have done, I suppose, and Steed probably picked up the tab for that too, given the way that both of them thanked him for the "evening".
For my own enjoyment, I have just decided that Purdey, Gambit and Steed went to the movies between the time they went to the demonstration and dinner. And saw "Silver Streak"… I can just see the three of them afterwards, discussing the Mancini score and comparing it to other films – and with Steed telling "train" stories from his own wild career.
n.b. Purdey certainly can fly the helicopter. But how does Steed get into the front seat?
In My Not So Humble Opinion
Absolutely one of the best episodes ever, if only for the indelible images of London asleep. Add to that the dinner and goodnights for the trio, Steed and Gambit doing the awkward dance between friends and colleagues, Charlie, and Purdey's amazing escape from the bad guys and you've got me grinning at the screen pretty steadily.
Best scene… Good night at Purdey's place. Oh, definitely!
my TNA fic links
Oct 18 06
Disclaimer: The New Avengers are copyrighted, but not by me. I think Canal+ or Mark One Productions owns the rights at the moment. Which means, of course, that this is fanfic – me playing in someone else's sandbox. Even moreso, anything in dark blue is a scene taken straight from the screen, dialogue and all, that either didn't hit the novelizations, or that didn't hit them in a way that satisfied my sense of the character arcs that I'm exploring. Links to quotes and screencaps (where they appear) are courtesy of bromfield hall.
As a rule
*** means I'm still adding onto a piece or scene and
### means I'm satisfied with that bit for now.
---
http://www.bromfieldhall.co.uk/tnaquotes5.htm
http://www.bromfieldhall.co.uk/sleeperpics.htm
Summary: For them as hasn't seen it lately: The boffins have come up with a wonderful idea – a fine dust which puts the bad guys to sleep almost instantaneously. Unfortunately, the bad guys get their hands on it and as a result, one fine Sunday morning, only Steed, Gambit and Purdey are in the way of the biggest bunch of bank robberies in London.
Scenes:
Drabble: Reminded
"What little black book?" Purdey exclaimed. For one awful moment she remembered 'Terry', gloating over his double's murder. She'd driven the image out of her head, forgotten deliberately, or thought she had.
But the real Gambit was here and now and 'Terry' had never looked at 'Lolita' with that particularly fond glint in his eye.
"A slim volume of hints for a growing boy," Gambit quipped, and the knot in her insides loosened. 'Terry' hadn't been much of a punster, either, and her Gambit most definitely was.
Come to think of it, she'd forgotten the big fat kiss as well…
###
Epilogue
When they woke up, it was Tuesday.
Gambit came round first, more than a little surprised to find himself hooked up to the medical paraphernalia of coma. He lay still for a moment, looking at the hospital ceiling and wondering if the chopper had crashed. The last thing he remembered was trying to get Steed up into one of the pilot's seats before Purdey passed out completely. But a little mental inventory didn't turn up any damage, except for bruises he'd already known about.
So why was he in hospital? He didn't feel nearly ill enough to justify IVs and heart monitor wires. And he definitely didn't feel that he'd done anything to himself that would warrant the catheter.
He sat up, setting off alarms, and looked to either side. The bed he was in was one of two dozen, placed around a hospital ward. Steed was sleeping in the next bed over, equally bedecked with clutter. Beyond Steed Gambit recognized the boffin who'd given the lecture on S-95, one of the generals, and – handcuffed to their bedrails – several of the breaker boys who'd been sitting around the cafeteria at the heliport.
"Purdey?" Every other patient in the room was male. But she had to be here somewhere. Gambit started unhooking himself from the machines.
"Gambit…" The sleepy mutter from Steed relieved him of one worry. "I'm trying to sleep."
"By the look of that chin, you've been sleeping," Gambit told him. "For a week."
"Three days," a familiar voice said, and Gambit looked up to find Dr. Kendrick and a pair of nurses coming in the door.
"Three days?" Gambit repeated, too momentarily startled to protest being pushed back onto the pillow. "We've been asleep for three days?"
"Side effect of the inoculations, we think," Kendrick said, signalling one of the nurses to pull the curtains around the bed while he pulled out his ophthalmoscope and started peering into Gambit's eyes. "How do you feel?"
"I feel fine," Gambit said. "Hungry is all."
"Any dizziness? Numbness?"
"No," Gambit answered, beginning to feel a bit worried in spite of himself. "Should there be?"
Kendrick snorted. "You shouldn't have slept for three days, if the information given my office was correct. I'd like to make sure that there wasn't any damage done."
***
Alternate versions
Ficbits and Dialogue notes
Thinking Out Loud
The sequence where they drop Purdey off is a blast to watch slow-mo. Gambit is acting on pure impulse when he kisses her hand, I think, but she's made a few more calculations before she kisses him back. And he looks so poleaxed, in a pleased kind of way! Makes you wonder how much wine they got through at dinner… It must have been a fairly riotous evening before Steed started trying to reach Frank Harding (hardy?). I wonder if they went to a play or performance before the restaurant? Could have done, I suppose, and Steed probably picked up the tab for that too, given the way that both of them thanked him for the "evening".
For my own enjoyment, I have just decided that Purdey, Gambit and Steed went to the movies between the time they went to the demonstration and dinner. And saw "Silver Streak"… I can just see the three of them afterwards, discussing the Mancini score and comparing it to other films – and with Steed telling "train" stories from his own wild career.
n.b. Purdey certainly can fly the helicopter. But how does Steed get into the front seat?
In My Not So Humble Opinion
Absolutely one of the best episodes ever, if only for the indelible images of London asleep. Add to that the dinner and goodnights for the trio, Steed and Gambit doing the awkward dance between friends and colleagues, Charlie, and Purdey's amazing escape from the bad guys and you've got me grinning at the screen pretty steadily.
Best scene… Good night at Purdey's place. Oh, definitely!
my TNA fic links
