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Just got back from family Christmas visits (multiple), so I've barely had enough time to read my own gift, never mind start browsing the rest of the archive - but OMG, people, just like last year I have been so lucky with my gift story! I got OVER 15,000 WORDS of Twin Peaks goodness, which is... *sits in open-mouthed admiration*

If It had to Perish Twice is a massive, intricate, deliciously plotty post-canon Cooper/Albert fic, written from Albert's POV - and what a fantastic Albert it is, in all of his snarky glory! The slash is beautifully done, weaved gently into the main plot rather than dominating it, and not shying away from tough questions, like - well, don't most of us think of Cooper as straight, anyway? Albert-the-sarcastic-bastard, making scathing comments to himself about the stupidity of falling for a straight guy, just broke my heart into so many little pieces.

The author pays wonderful homage to the show, with lots of subtle references to, among other things, the Black Lodge/White Lodge mythology and the aftermath of Coop's possession. We don't learn how Cooper got rid of BOB, exactly, but we learn that he did, and that the years since then have hardly been a picnic. The plot is as great as the characterizations, with a masterfully executed twist that... well, I mustn't tell, of course! Suffice it to say that, once you start reading, you really have to continue to the end!

Quoting all of my favorite lines would be pretty much impossible, so I'll just pick out one of the many wonderful bits of dialogue, to hopefully whet your appetite:

The country highway had a forty-five speed limit, which Cooper met and held. He had always been a stickler for adherence to stupid laws like that. Albert said, “At this rate, we won’t get to Prophetstown until the evening rush hour. If there is an evening rush hour. The last instance of gridlock around here was probably caused by a three-buggy pileup on the way to the county fair.”

“I find gridlock to be a very harmonious experience.”

Albert said what he always said when Cooper indulged his own particular brand of insanity: “Okay” with just enough incomprehension and sarcasm under that one word that he might get an explanation.

Cooper obliged. “All those cars are unified in a desire to go in a single direction.” His smile was brighter than the sun through the leaves. “A mutual will straining for motion.”

Albert rolled his eyes. “And the little old lady at the front of the line whose will is straining much more slowly.”

“Life is more enjoyable with an optimistic mindset.”

“And it’s less frustrating without one.”

Cooper returned his gaze to the landscape without comment or reaction, but the feeling that he was disappointed disconcerted Albert more than he liked to let on. Albert prided himself on never caring about the opinions of others, but Cooper . . . Cooper was different in ways Albert had little desire to confront.

In short: Go! Read! Enjoy! You won't regret it.


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