call of the wild
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schmericaFraser is prissy, and weird. He's polite, courteous to a fault, neat and tidy and Canadian. He's arrogant, he doesn't listen, and he's so lonely he carries it around with him everywhere he goes, like this big cloud surrounding, invisible until you look in his eyes at just the right time.
When Ray met Stella for the first time, it was love at first sight. Him and her from across the community center dancefloor waiting for class to start. He looked over at her, sitting and giggling with her girly friends and it was like BANG, POW, arrow through his chest. Good shot, Cupid. GOt it in one.
It's not like that with Fraser. It takes the better part of two years, and then it's like everything's in fast-forward going too fast for him to catch up. They stood in the hotel hallway and knocked on that door and Vecchio opened it up, and just like that everything had changed. Everything was different.
He sits next to the Ice Queen in his car; he runs with Vecchio through the mall; he sits and waits in the chair outside the hospital room and waits for Fraser; he follows the guy onto and off of an airplane, up a mountain, everywhere in the world.
And all the time Ray should be thinking what he's always thinking at these times (bad guys bad guys gonna get em gonna catch those fuckers). But he's not. The only thing going through his mind is Fraser.
But they do catch 'em, Fraser gets his man, just like always, and then the fast-forward stops, slo-mo, pause, because Ray doesn't know what happens now.
So he looks over at Fraser, who now that Muldoon's in custody, he looks almost nearly as exhausted as he should be, and Ray takes a deep breath and says it, asks Fraser, "So what happens next?"
Fraser looks back at him and he's silent for a moment, looking thoughtful, looking right at Ray, and then he smiles, crinkling up the corners of his mouth and eyes and looking, looking pleased. For the first time in a week Ray can breathe around that ache in his chest.
When Ray met Stella for the first time, it was love at first sight. Him and her from across the community center dancefloor waiting for class to start. He looked over at her, sitting and giggling with her girly friends and it was like BANG, POW, arrow through his chest. Good shot, Cupid. GOt it in one.
It's not like that with Fraser. It takes the better part of two years, and then it's like everything's in fast-forward going too fast for him to catch up. They stood in the hotel hallway and knocked on that door and Vecchio opened it up, and just like that everything had changed. Everything was different.
He sits next to the Ice Queen in his car; he runs with Vecchio through the mall; he sits and waits in the chair outside the hospital room and waits for Fraser; he follows the guy onto and off of an airplane, up a mountain, everywhere in the world.
And all the time Ray should be thinking what he's always thinking at these times (bad guys bad guys gonna get em gonna catch those fuckers). But he's not. The only thing going through his mind is Fraser.
But they do catch 'em, Fraser gets his man, just like always, and then the fast-forward stops, slo-mo, pause, because Ray doesn't know what happens now.
So he looks over at Fraser, who now that Muldoon's in custody, he looks almost nearly as exhausted as he should be, and Ray takes a deep breath and says it, asks Fraser, "So what happens next?"
Fraser looks back at him and he's silent for a moment, looking thoughtful, looking right at Ray, and then he smiles, crinkling up the corners of his mouth and eyes and looking, looking pleased. For the first time in a week Ray can breathe around that ache in his chest.
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14/9/06 03:25 (UTC)That's just...well. YAY!
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14/9/06 03:37 (UTC)Well, okay, I'm not really offended. *g*
sweet sweetness
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14/9/06 03:32 (UTC)and here I am, who's only just re-watched Moutie On The Bountie. Dear Benton Fraser, you make everything better, love me. PS: You are made of sex. Did you know that? Please have lots of sex with your partner as soon as possible.
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14/9/06 08:23 (UTC)he's so lonely he carries it around with him everywhere he goes, like this big cloud surrounding, invisible until you look in his eyes at just the right time.
Oh, Fraser.
For the first time in a week Ray can breathe around that ache in his chest.
Oh, Ray.
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14/9/06 11:59 (UTC)This is lovely.
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