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Word Count: 260,000
Summary: It’s been ten years since Liz Parker brought Max Evans back from the dead, evening the score between them. But now Max needs one more favor.
Allow me to be upfront and admit that this recommendation is biased, as Mockingbird39 is a friend, though she did not become so until after I had completely creeped her out by stalking her fics for a few years.
One of my favorite aspects of Mockingbird’s stories is how she brings widely varying parts of the world to life. I’ve never been to St. Petersburg, Santa Monica, Boston (not even in the fall), or Roswell, but thanks to Mockingbird, I feel like I know quite a bit about each locale. She has such a tangible, tactile way of writing that makes me feel like I know what a Dasha bar tastes like, what the Pacific ocean smells like, why the Red Sox are worth cheering for, and how it feels to visit a beloved one in prison.
And there we get into the meat of this story. Because it isn’t simply Mockingbird’s gifted writing style that sets this story apart, it isn’t even the angst (which, as usual, makes me cringe) or how deftly she handles it, preventing it from drowning out the many beautiful moments. It’s the captivating drama and adventurous plot. Mockingbird makes legal work look exciting. And if that doesn’t adequately illustrate the depth of her talent, I don’t know what will.
Even after all my babbling, I’m still struggling to explain without spoilers why it is that I keep returning to this utterly engrossing story years after I left the Roswell fandom. Perhaps I should just let the fic’s numerous awards speak for me: Click Here.
My only critique: Because the author is a horrible, horrible person, she has left the sequel, Helpless, MIA. I’ve attempted to remedy this by threatening her, but unfortunately she remains unimpressed. Apparently she is no longer sufficiently creeped out by my stalking methods.