lale is like a muse, only bitchier

[schmerica]

I said:

Heeeee. What do you want me to write?

Lale said:

omg, write a story about this screencap:

http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y159/pearlo/raykfrannie.jpg

I said:

Fraser, he says all women are our sisters -- which, okay, maybe that's true, but the part he doesn't get is that some women are a lot more our sisters than others.

Frannie -- she's not really my sister. But she's Ray Vecchio's sister, and I am Ray Vecchio. Which means anyway you look at it, she's more my sister than anybody else is, which means what we're doing is maybe pretty twisted whatever way you look at it.

I haven't been to church since I moved out of my mom and dad's house, but Frannie goes every week, and once in a while when we're making it, she gets really upset and pushes me away and starts pacing around the apartment talking about how she's gonna go to hell because this is wrong and she can't confess it to her priest every week and then maybe tomorrow she could get hit by a bus or something and this whole sin will be on her head.

I tell her it's not like she's doing it with the real Vecchio, which usually earns me a slug to the arm. She can hit really hard for being so tiny. Actually I think mentioning Vecchio grosses her out because she never wants to get back to making out after that and she usually goes home which always puts me in a bad mood the whole next day. Which means I mostly take it out on the perps, who deserve it, and Fraser, who doesn't really, except he's always around and so he gets in the way. Sometimes after one of those days I feel kind of bad and I take Fraser out for dinner and we get ice cream or something.

The other day we did that and I got a bowl of mocha almond fudge and Fraser got a strawberry cone and when we were eating Fraser gives me this weird look and asks me if everything is all right.

I tell Fraser everything is peachy keen.

Then Fraser says a whole bunch of stuff that doesn't really mean anything except the gist is, he wants to know if things are all right with Stella. Which is funny, first because I haven't talked to Stella in months other than when she comes into the station, and second because things haven't been all right with Stella in years, I am still dumped from the love of my life and that is not going to change anytime soon so there is no point in asking about it.

I think what it means, though, is that Fraser knows I have a girl. Not that I would call Frannie my girl, because -- Frannie is not the love of my life, and I am not going to be the love of hers, but that is okay, because we like each other and we like doing it together and we get along okay when we're not arguing. Frannie and I have a lot of fun, but Frannie is not my girl.

So I just tell Fraser everything's fine and then I drop him and Dief back off at the consulate.

The thing is, the next day at work, there Frannie is hanging all over Fraser again, and I feel bad -- not jealous or anything, because that's not what me and Frannie got -- but I feel bad, because if Stella is the love of my life, then Fraser is the love of Frannie's life and he doesn't even know it and that's sad for both of them.

Later in the GTO I ask Fraser what he thinks about Frannie, and he gets all confused and tells me she's a very amiable young woman, which means absolutely shit, and makes me kind of sad for him, because Fraser, he's all alone, he's more alone than me, because at least I got somebody who cares about me, even if it's not the real thing, so I tell Fraser that we really need to find him a woman.

And it's weird, because I don't know how he got from there to the other place, but I'm pretty sure he did, because a couple days later me and Frannie are bickering over some file or something at my desk and I look up and there's Fraser watching us and he's got this look on his face like you wouldn't believe. Like he's jealous or scared or something. Which I don't get, because I know he doesn't like Frannie like that, Fraser loves Frannie like a sister.

I don't know what to think at all so I just stare at Fraser until he looks away, but he still looks sad.

Comments

[c-regalis.livejournal.com]

Aww. Ray and Frannie. And Woobie Fraser!
That was sweet. Thank you.

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

I STILL LOVE THIS.

[kindkit.livejournal.com]

*cries*

*kicks Ray hard*

It's a lovely story. I just feel really bad for heartbroken!unrequited!Fraser.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*snuggle*

What else should I write?

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

You should write about the time when Ray and Fraser accidentally bumped into each other in a gay bar. Haha.

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

Ow, poor Fraser.
Ah, lucky Frannie.
Eee, Ray, Object of Desire.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Heeeeee. That sounds like a setup to a bad joke, doesn't it?

I have never actually been in a bar. Of course, I've never been in the NWT either, so.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*snuggles Fraser with you*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmmm, Ray.

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

I have never actually been in a bar.

Are you kidding? That's just bizarre.
Hm. Of course, you are, like, fifteen, so.

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

PS, the bad joke starts...

So a Mountie and a wolf walk into Chicago...

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

DIRTY.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

...You suck. I reject your premise to write!

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

*WINS*

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

You reject my premise cause you can't do it and you just don't want to admit it.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Dear Lale,

I can't do your premise.

love,
me

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*awards trophy*

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

Dear Pearl,

I know that is a lie.

Love,
me.

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

*puts it carefully on special shelf of PERVY TROPHIES*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

It's a very impressive collection!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Wait, so it's true until I admit it and then it's a lie?

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

I was teasing! We both know that it is far from the truth. Come on -- if I can write it, you can write it; if I can think of it, you can write it. Let's go, hup to it.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Hee. I will see what I can do!

[lynnmonster.livejournal.com]

LOVE IT.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*glomps happily*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

You get a S1 AU for this scenario. Why? BECAUSE I CAN.

*****

Ben had come across the place one day during his work with Ray Vecchio; Ray had taken one look at the front of the establishment, told him that "no, Benny, you don't wanna be hanging around a place like that" and they had moved on to the next place, looking for information on Janice Easterman. In the back of his mind, though, Ben had noted down the address fo the place, along with the fact that it looked clean, and rather cozy and friendly.

It was several weeks before Ben got around to coming to the bar, though. It was early, and the place wasn't too crowded; Ben sat by himself, nursing a seltzer and listening to the music. He wasn't certain how long he had been woolgathering before the man sat down beside him.

"Hey," the man said. He had short, spiky hair, and a leather jacket. His face was aging, rugged, full of sharp and unexpected angles. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Oh," said Ben, "I don't drink much, I'm afraid."

The man smiled, and the change it made in his face was remarkable; Ben was almost blinded by the brilliance of his smile. He felt something sink suddenly in his stomach, heavy and thrilling.

The man said, "Don't drink, huh? You just come to the bar for the company?"

"More or less, yes," Ben said. "Can I -- may I buy you a beverage?"

The man was drinking beer. His named turned out to be Ray Kowalski, and he was a detective in the Chicago Police Department. "The 27th, huh?" he said, when Ben explained his own connections to the force. "That's under Welsh, right? He's a great guy." Ray was recently divorced, and liked pineapple pizza, classic cars, baseball, and dancing.

Ben was unfamiliar with the songs playing, but Ray guided him through the steps of the dance. It wasn't very complicated, after all -- not much beyond holding on to each other and moving in time with the rhythm, both of which Ray seemed to be exceptionally skilled at.

"You wanna get out of here?" Ray said afterwards. "Get a bite to eat or something?"

"I -- yes," Ben said. "I would like that very much. I'm afraid we're going to have to stop and pick up my wolf, however."

"You have a wolf?" Ray said.

Diefenbaker was in the alley outside, sniffing some sort of garbage. He looked from Ben to Ray and back again, and barked.

"That's none of your business," Ben said.

Dief barked again.

"Ray Kowalski, this is my companion, Diefenbaker. Diefenbaker, this is Ray Kowalski," Ben said.

"Uh, hi," Ray said.

In the car, Ray said, "So where do you wanna go?"

Ben bit his lip and said, "Actually, Ray, I must admit I was not entirely truthful with you in the bar."

"What? Are you dumping me already?" Ray said suspiciously.

Ben said, "No, nothing like that. It's just that I'm not actually very hungry. I lied to you. In fact, I was just looking for an excuse to leave with you for somewhere more private."

"Oh," said Ray. "Well, that's okay, then," and his smile lit up his face again.

Ray's apartment was dark and crowded. Ray's bed was unmade and the sheets were none so freshly changed; they smelled like sleep and sweat and hair products. Ray kissed like a man who knew what he wanted, who liked to kiss and was enthusiastic about it, who wanted nothing more than to spend endless minutes exploring. His throat was sweat-salty, and he cried out softly when Ben bit him. His penis was hard, large, hot and firm in Ben's hand and in his mouth, and he pulled Ben's hair and ran his hands over his shoulders and back while Ben sucked him. It was good -- it was very good -- and Ben moved his own hand on himself as he sucked Ray, his orgasm hitting before Ray's own peak.

Afterwards Ray said, "That was nice."

"Mm-hmm," Ben said.

"So you -- you wanna go out again? Later this week, maybe?"

"I would like that very much," Ben said.

Ray dropped Ben and Diefenbaker off at their apartment building (following a short rant about the state and safety of Ben's neighborhood), with an agreement to come and pick him up again following work on Thursday.

On the way up the stairs, Dief grumbled and Ben said, "Yes, he is very interesting, isn't he?"

Dief grumbled again, but Ben was still smiling as he let them into the apartment.

[janet-carter.livejournal.com]

Oh, ow, ow, poor Fraser!
But yes, that's how it would be, if that's how it was.

[celli]

awwwwwwwwww.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Hee. Thanks!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*gets out the Fraser and Ray hand puppets to smooch some more*

[nightlarke.livejournal.com]

Yay! I like!