Okay. So here's the deal. I'd love to blame this fanfic to
Person of Interest winning the People's Choice award for Best New TV Show so as to make myself look all prescient and shit, but the simple truth is, this bitch has been torturing me night and day since
Number's Crunch aired. It's gone from 23 pages, down to 9 pages, up to 18 pages, and finally settled in right around 13.25 pages. It has changed so much I cannot recognize my original story in the final product but for the opening hook, which has remained maddeningly constant throughout. Hopefully, all this gutting and re-stuffing and gutting and re-stuffing and gutting has been worth it, molding something from nothing that I won't have an overwhelming urge to either gut or re-stuff again tomorrow.
So here ya go. A lil somethin-somethin from the show that owns me at the moment. I'm not entirely sold on the title, so if y'all see potential, feel free to pony up your suggestions. And as always, feedback and reaction, whether good or bad, is always welcome and appreciated.
Title: Until Tomorrow Then
Author: dodger_winslow
Pairing/Characters: Gen. Reese. Finch. Mentions of Carter and Fusco.
Rating: Um ... PG13 for mild to moderate potty mouth?
Summary: There were times—usually times that involved starlight and binoculars—that Reese wondered exactly where Finch stopped and his machine began. There were other times—usually times that involved alcohol and extreme exhaustion—that he pondered the possibility that Finch
was the machine and the machine was Finch. And yet other times when he neither wondered nor pondered anything, but rather
knew, beyond all reasonable doubt, that Finch was the most human man he’d ever known.
Warnings: Numbers Crunch. You
gotta have seen
Numbers Crunch. And also, it would probably help with the story, too.
Word Count: 6400ish
A/N: The episodic dialog, rather obviously, is not written by me.
( Until Tomorrow Then )