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ds_recsreduxIt took me a ridiculously long time to narrow this theme down to three recs. I decided to cut stories that have been recced before, and that helped; but really, just read everything recced in this comm! Especially these ...
Title: The Sweet Hereafter
Author: China Shop (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 44,885 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: With a water pollution case, Native American rights being trampled, Consulate party planning, rambling Bob stories and Fraser accidentally bodyswitched with his father's ghost, this could be a canon episode! (Okay, maybe the Fraser/Ray revelations and car sex, not so much, but the subtext would be on the screen, right?) It's fascinating watching Fraser's body with Bob's personality--or frustrating, if you're Ray or Dief. Classic bodyswap with a twist.
"Yes," said Fraser. "Yes, indeed. I was thinking of the time in eighty-five when I single-handedly carried a whale carcass from Tuktoyaktuk to Old Crow--"
Ray stared at him. He'd completely flipped out this time. "Fraser, that was your dad."
There was a pause. "He told you about that?" Fraser seemed confused and, also, crazy.
"No, you freak. You told me. I never met your dad, remember? He died before I--" Ray stopped, feeling bad. If his dad had been murdered, maybe he'd have a screw loose, too. "Sorry."
They drove on in silence. Ray stole glances in Fraser's direction, and every time he did his heart sank a little further. Fraser was tense and careful. There were no side remarks to Dief, no little smiles or raised eyebrows. He paused before he said anything, like he had his inner censors working overtime, and he told continual anecdotes about his dad that were even more irrelevant than usual. Their camaraderie seemed to have evaporated, melted like--like something that melts. One of those big lacy snowflakes, maybe.
The Sweet Hereafter
Title: Ray Woke Up FAIRY!
Author: Moonloon (maryavatar)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 541
Why I'm reccing this fic: A short ficlet of delightful hilariousness: Ray discovers sleeping with Fraser has a side effect. I'm quite fond of this explanation for Fraser's generous Canadian nature. ;-)
"Ray, I wish I had a turnip."
*FWOOSH*
A shower of purple glitter fountained from Ray's hair, and a turnip bounced across the desk. Ray looked around the bullpen; despite glitter still wafting down around them, no one seemed to have noticed. "What. The. Fuck…?"
"You should be able to control the glitter reflex with a little practice," Fraser said, "And it's amazing how much strangeness the average person is prepared to ignore."
Ray Woke Up FAIRY!
Title: Dead Men Don't Throw Rice
Author: Alex (alex51324)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG
Length: 1,762 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: One of Due South's longest-running mumbojumbo themes is the afterlife cabin in the closet. So when Fraser and Ray decide to make it official, and gay marriage isn't legal in Chicago ... Wonderful, wonderful use of ghosts. And Alex, as usual, has written all the characters' voices note-perfect. Schmoop alert (which is a plus, in my book)!
"Son." Dad looked him in the eye.
"Dad," he answered.
"The day I married your mother, my own father gave me two pieces of advice. Neither of them turned out to be any use whatsoever, so I won't repeat them. I might not've been a particularly good husband, but you can't go through life without picking up a few things. You remember what I told you about never following anyone off a cliff?"
"Yes." It was one of his father's few useful pieces of advice.
"Well, when it's your--when it's somebody you're married to, it's different. Just remember to tie a rope to something topside before you start on your way down."
Fraser wondered if his father was being metaphorical. It sounded like he was, but with Bob Fraser, you never knew. Either way, it was sound advice. "I'll bear that in mind."
Dead Men Don't Throw Rice
Title: The Sweet Hereafter
Author: China Shop (
china_shop)Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 44,885 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: With a water pollution case, Native American rights being trampled, Consulate party planning, rambling Bob stories and Fraser accidentally bodyswitched with his father's ghost, this could be a canon episode! (Okay, maybe the Fraser/Ray revelations and car sex, not so much, but the subtext would be on the screen, right?) It's fascinating watching Fraser's body with Bob's personality--or frustrating, if you're Ray or Dief. Classic bodyswap with a twist.
"Yes," said Fraser. "Yes, indeed. I was thinking of the time in eighty-five when I single-handedly carried a whale carcass from Tuktoyaktuk to Old Crow--"
Ray stared at him. He'd completely flipped out this time. "Fraser, that was your dad."
There was a pause. "He told you about that?" Fraser seemed confused and, also, crazy.
"No, you freak. You told me. I never met your dad, remember? He died before I--" Ray stopped, feeling bad. If his dad had been murdered, maybe he'd have a screw loose, too. "Sorry."
They drove on in silence. Ray stole glances in Fraser's direction, and every time he did his heart sank a little further. Fraser was tense and careful. There were no side remarks to Dief, no little smiles or raised eyebrows. He paused before he said anything, like he had his inner censors working overtime, and he told continual anecdotes about his dad that were even more irrelevant than usual. Their camaraderie seemed to have evaporated, melted like--like something that melts. One of those big lacy snowflakes, maybe.
The Sweet Hereafter
Title: Ray Woke Up FAIRY!
Author: Moonloon (
maryavatar)Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 541
Why I'm reccing this fic: A short ficlet of delightful hilariousness: Ray discovers sleeping with Fraser has a side effect. I'm quite fond of this explanation for Fraser's generous Canadian nature. ;-)
"Ray, I wish I had a turnip."
*FWOOSH*
A shower of purple glitter fountained from Ray's hair, and a turnip bounced across the desk. Ray looked around the bullpen; despite glitter still wafting down around them, no one seemed to have noticed. "What. The. Fuck…?"
"You should be able to control the glitter reflex with a little practice," Fraser said, "And it's amazing how much strangeness the average person is prepared to ignore."
Ray Woke Up FAIRY!
Title: Dead Men Don't Throw Rice
Author: Alex (
alex51324)Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG
Length: 1,762 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: One of Due South's longest-running mumbojumbo themes is the afterlife cabin in the closet. So when Fraser and Ray decide to make it official, and gay marriage isn't legal in Chicago ... Wonderful, wonderful use of ghosts. And Alex, as usual, has written all the characters' voices note-perfect. Schmoop alert (which is a plus, in my book)!
"Son." Dad looked him in the eye.
"Dad," he answered.
"The day I married your mother, my own father gave me two pieces of advice. Neither of them turned out to be any use whatsoever, so I won't repeat them. I might not've been a particularly good husband, but you can't go through life without picking up a few things. You remember what I told you about never following anyone off a cliff?"
"Yes." It was one of his father's few useful pieces of advice.
"Well, when it's your--when it's somebody you're married to, it's different. Just remember to tie a rope to something topside before you start on your way down."
Fraser wondered if his father was being metaphorical. It sounded like he was, but with Bob Fraser, you never knew. Either way, it was sound advice. "I'll bear that in mind."
Dead Men Don't Throw Rice
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Date: 2008-05-25 01:16 pm (UTC)Anyway, these were the perfect trio of recs. Thanks so much for reminding us about them!
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