Reviewer: Clover Signed
Date: October 26, 2017
Title: Chapter 16: A Barrack or a Malt House
Wow. It takes me a while to warm up to the completely-different-universe stories, just cause I love our heroes so much. But I hung in with this one and holy cow, this chapter completely hooked me.
Oh. Holy. Fuck. He knew exactly what she meant. Track nine on the CD he'd loaned her. It really was perfect. Not that he didn't feel like panicking at the idea, but there was nothing he wouldn't try to get her through this. He could worry about his pride later. "Close your eyes." She obeyed, squeezing them closed. His heart lurched violently as he opened his mouth. "Breathe in, breathe out," he sang quietly, tentatively, voice cracking on the last word. She nodded hard, threading her fingers through his, squeezing his hand. He took a convulsive breath, fought back the gut-wrenching terror that he knew didn't hold a candle to hers right now, and forced himself to keep going. "Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in…"
So after reading this, I went ahead and listened to Breathe in, breathe out --- it had been a while, and I was riveted. Can't wait for the next chapter now! You got me! :)
Author's Response: Thank you so much! I have a Thing with a capital T for singing Jim. That scene was thousands of words in the making. Very glad you appreciated it :)