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resonant8: I don't suppose *you* want to write Fraser/Ray/Ray?

Or, barring that, Asylum!Fraser/Ray?

I couldn't quite manage Fraser/Ray/Ray, I'm afraid, Asylum!Fraser/Ray it is.

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Ray had been in Canada for less than a day, but it felt like longer. It was the same with the watching curling: time just seemed to slow down somehow.

Fraser had found him a room and made him up a bed and everything, but Ray couldn't sleep. He'd been laying in here restlessly for a couple hours now, ever since Fraser'd turned off the TV and patted him on the back and sent him off with some speeches on the importance of a good night's rest.

A good night's rest. Not likely. It was after three, according to the clock in the corner. Less than six hours now.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Fraser, because that wasn't it. Fraser knew what he was doing, most of the time. Pretty much all the time, even. How many times had Ray seen Fraser mess up?

Besides, he had to trust Fraser. He didn't have a choice. He was stuck here, in fucking Canada, completely helpless, and there wasn't a thing he could do except trust that Fraser was going to fix everything right.

Fuck.

Ray jumped upright in bed at a knock on the door, but he didn't have a chance to react, think anything through, before a soft voice came with it.

"Ray?"

Just Fraser. Okay.

Ray fought his way out of all the sheets and blankets and pillows covering the Consulate bed, and fumbled his way to the door, opening it halfway to squint out into the hall.

Fraser was standing in the middle of the hall in nothing but his goofy longjohns.

"Fraser, what the hell?"

"Ah, Ray. I thought you were still up -- I could hear you tossing and turning. I thought I'd come and check if you were all right."

For a minute, Ray couldn't even say anything to that, but Fraser just looked back at him all bland and sincere while Ray glared at him.

"Actually, Fraser, I'm not all right," Ray said, once he could talk again. "I'm really not all right. I'm currently wanted for murder and trapped in the great and boring country of Canada, how about you?"

Fraser frowned, just a little bit. "It's going to be all right, Ray."

It was possible the thing that pissed Ray off the most was that when Fraser said that, Ray believed him.

Ray leaned against the doorframe and began to bang his head slowly against the wood.

"Ray!" Fraser's hand was on Ray's shoulder, squeezing, and Ray stopped butting his head so he could look over at Fraser's face.

Fraser looked alarmed. Fraser looked like he cared. Fraser said he was his partner and his friend and that everything was going to be all right, and Fraser looked like he meant everything he said.

There weren't that many people who'd look at Ray like that in his life. He didn't have to even think much to figure what the last time was.

Fuck, fuck, *fuck*.

Ray swallowed around something in his throat. "You're going to get me free tomorrow?"

Fraser didn't back away, and his eyes didn't move away from Ray's, but he nodded. "Yes, Ray."

"So I'll be out of here," Ray said slowly, and Fraser nodded again. "So I can just go home. So, really, this -- this'll be just like a vacation. Adventures in Canada. Postcards and moose. And you know what they say about vacations, right, Fraser?"

Fraser's face had gotten more and more serious as Ray babbled on, staring at Ray as he kept on talking.

"What's that?" Fraser said, sounding almost worried.

"It doesn't count," Ray said, firmly as he could; "you can do whatever the hell you want." And he let go of the door to pull on the collar of Fraser's longjohns, pull him forward close enough for Ray to slam their mouths together.

Fraser kissed him back, more than Ray was really expecting, and Ray pulled back and laughed a little to himself. "You guys do this in Canada?"

"I'm pretty sure the practice is a worldwide one, Ray," Fraser said, kind of snarky, but his hand was on Ray's waist, and this time he kissed Ray.

And this was all sorts of stupid, Ray knew, but it was Fraser, too. And if he couldn't trust Fraser he couldn't trust anybody. There wasn't any choice.

He took Fraser's hand and pulled him into the room with him, closing the door behind them.

Comments

[estrella30.livejournal.com]

Oh yay!

*sniff*

I've missed my doses of pearl-fic. Yay for this!

*licks you*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*licks you back*

Heh. You make it sound vaguely vitamin-like.