Everything on this page is fiction. Any resemblance or reference to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Dear fellow listsibs, Falcone is a wonderful writer of prose that borders on the poetic. She asked me to post this, her first excursion into the world of Magnificent Seven, it's a short, but very sweet PWP - I know you'll like it! MAC

Fandom: Magnificent Seven - ATF A/U (with thanks to MOG)
Title: The Jacket
Author: Falcone
Warnings: none, preslash
Pairing: Vin/Ezra
Archive: Yes
Comments to email addy: gailh@fanninelectric.com

The Jacket
by Falcone

Vin turned to Standish with a laugh.

"Here, Ez, what about this 'un. Ain't no rips or tears...few stains, but it's in perty good shape." as he held the old denim jacket up. It clearly dated from the '60...or perhaps even earlier. There were spots that had been neatly mended, and bits of thread where there had been embroidery.

They were in the clothing area of St. Anthony's outreach mission. Ezra was yet again going undercover, and Tanner had offered to help find him something suitable.

Standish took it between thumb and index finger gingerly, and twisted it around to look at it, with a surprised look on the handsome face. "You ah correct, Mr. Tannah, it is indeed intact." He glanced over at Vin. "Ah you certain this will be acceptable?"

A shadow passed over Vin Tanner's face, reflection of time spend on the street, "Yeah, Ez...it'll be just fine. No holes is better'n patched holes...any day. Any way...make you feel better...we'll sew some patches on."

A few minutes had the jacket paid for, in pocket change and $1.00 bills...and the two were back out on the street, standing in the shadow of the church. Vin glanced over at Ezra Standish, now, Stanton. The T-shirt was mostly intact, only a little frayed around the neck and sleeves, the jeans, not quite a coat of paint...as Larabee tended to wear his. Scuffed, well broken in boots...the hair uncombed and whiskers making an appearance...but surprisingly neat and clean, as only Ezra could be. "It's more the way he stands, and moves...as much as what he wears...but them high dollar suits don't hurt though.

"I'll meet you at your apartment, after dark." Ezra said, as he pulled the jacket on. The sun was almost on the horizon, and the evening breeze was chill. Vin nodded in agreement and turned to his bike. Throwing a leg over and sitting, he turned to watch Ezra walk to his own hog. Standish stepped into the sunlight, and the old jacket was washed with golden light. Color began to glow, as thread hidden in the weave of the denim caught the light.

For a second, Ezra was swathed in a wash of color and patterns...spirals, knotwork bands and triskelons, a mystic knight on a black steel horse, then he pulled out into traffic and he was gone...their undercover agent...riding into darkness.

The End

Everything on this page is fiction. Any resemblance or reference to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.