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The Small Indian Mongoose, Home Schooling, The Border Between Life and Death
Title: The Small Indian Mongoose Is Not Immune to the Cobra's Venom
Author: Brigantine (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Kowalski/OC, Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~5,400 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Beautiful Ray backstory. Woven in between clips of another run-in between our guys and Warfield are snippets of Ray's past, as he transformed himself from a skinny, pants-wetting, geeky Polish kid to someone who knew how to take a punch, then someone who knew how to throw a punch--all in the service of standing up for himself and other people who didn't deserve to get bullied. It's all the bits that went between the bank robbery and Ray's decision to become a cop. And it makes me flail with love for him. (As I do.) Rikki-tikki-tavi, indeed.
In the spring Ray caught some loser hassling a girl under the stairs at the back of the art studio, backing her into the corner and making suggestions she obviously didn't want to hear. She was half the guy's size and brunette, and she hugged her school books to her body as a sort of shield.
Ray stopped a few paces back and said, "Hey."
The guy turned on him, startled and angry. "—the fuck are you? Beat it!"
Ray recognized the school varsity jacket, with a fraternity pin on the front. Great. Mutant, and Phi Beta Crappa. "What part of her sayin' 'No' did you not understand?" He could feel his heart beating fast, his shoulders and his fists tensing as his blood revved up. Ray's own natural high.
"This is none of your business, four-eyes. Now fuck off!"
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"What?"
Ray put his glasses in his coat pocket, and took a couple of steps forward. He could see the other guy's pulse, fast in his throat, watched his pupils narrow. Ray cracked his neck, a sharp nod sideways, a jerk of his chin, just loosening up. Fair warning.
"Walk on, man. She doesn't want you." He bounced lightly on his toes, too much energy in him to stay still. The guy had at least thirty pounds on Ray, and he probably fought dirty as hell. Ray'd have to watch out for that. He grinned, a sharp, unfriendly flash of teeth, while something darkly red flickered behind his eyes.
The Small Indian Mongoose Is Not Immune to the Cobra's Venom
Title: Home Schooling
Author: Luzula (luzula)
Pairing: Gen
Rating: G
Length: ~1,200 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: And now Fraser's childhood--a scene of one afternoon in Ben's boyhood. In a few short paragraphs, Luzula clearly outlines the influences that made Fraser the adult that he was: his grandmother's emotional reserve, intellectual interest and snippiness; his grandfather's discomfort with conflict; his father's inability to connect, or even see him; and his absent mother's assertiveness, coming to the fore in his personality. A truly outstanding character sketch.
Feet on the porch again, heavier, from two men. She heard the excited barking of sled dogs. Then George's voice: "Martha, Robert's come to visit!"
Oh, really. She got up to greet him. "Mother, hello."
"Robert, welcome home. It's been some time."
He went on the defensive, as if she hadn't expected that. "Well, I've been busy. Buck and I've been on patrol.”
"That's as may be. Everyone has their priorities." She glanced at Benton. The boy was watching his father with the air of a sled dog wondering if Robert was going to throw him a bone.
Robert went slightly red and his mouth set. "Well, it's no wonder I don't come home if this is the reception I get."
"For God's sake, Robert, don't be so dramatic. I said you were welcome, didn't I?" Martha took his parka from him and hung it on a hook. George was nowhere to be seen; perhaps he was staking the dogs. He never could take a conflict, she thought with some exasperation.
Home Schooling
Title: The Border Between Life and Death
Author: Speranza (cesperanza)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, Kowalski/Stella, Kowalski/OC, Fraser/OC
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~21,750 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: And what would a recs list be without Speranza? Here is her tour de force backstory piece. Ray, distraught over Stella dating other men, looks back on their history, from childhood friendship through the divorce. Once he pulls his head out of his own grief, he realizes he knows nothing about Fraser's history, and applies his detective skills to discovering things about his partner he had no idea about (including an even angstier piece of personal history than we've ever seen). Only after they share their pains can they move on from the past.
He spent hours on the wire to Ann Arbor, talking things over with Stella, seeking her advice. He was thinking about becoming a cop—what did she think about that? Was she okay with that? How did she feel about maybe being a cop's wife maybe?
"Sure," Stella said easily, "I could marry a cop," and Ray noticed that she didn't stumble over either word—marry or cop.
And so that, as they say, was that, and Ray applied to the police academy for the January term. He didn't tell either of his parents until it was a done deal and he had the acceptance letter in his hand: "Dear Mr. Kowalski, We are pleased to accept you..." Back then, the Chicago P.D. wasn't as picky—any idiot over 18 could become a cop, which was just as well, since his "any idiot" qualifications were really solid, totally top notch. The news of his chosen profession went over like a lead balloon. His father just sat there stony-faced while his mother wept into her hands. "Oh, Stanley," she sobbed, "baby—you're going to get killed..."
Way to show confidence, Mom. Gee, thanks a ton.
When Stella came home for Christmas, Ray showed her his acceptance letter and put a tiny diamond on her finger. They made love frantically on the sofa in her parents' basement and agreed to keep their engagement a secret until she came back to Chicago at the end of May.
So Stella went back up to Ann Arbor, and Ray started at the police academy.
The Border Between Life and Death
Author: Brigantine (
brigantine1)Pairing: Kowalski/OC, Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~5,400 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Beautiful Ray backstory. Woven in between clips of another run-in between our guys and Warfield are snippets of Ray's past, as he transformed himself from a skinny, pants-wetting, geeky Polish kid to someone who knew how to take a punch, then someone who knew how to throw a punch--all in the service of standing up for himself and other people who didn't deserve to get bullied. It's all the bits that went between the bank robbery and Ray's decision to become a cop. And it makes me flail with love for him. (As I do.) Rikki-tikki-tavi, indeed.
In the spring Ray caught some loser hassling a girl under the stairs at the back of the art studio, backing her into the corner and making suggestions she obviously didn't want to hear. She was half the guy's size and brunette, and she hugged her school books to her body as a sort of shield.
Ray stopped a few paces back and said, "Hey."
The guy turned on him, startled and angry. "—the fuck are you? Beat it!"
Ray recognized the school varsity jacket, with a fraternity pin on the front. Great. Mutant, and Phi Beta Crappa. "What part of her sayin' 'No' did you not understand?" He could feel his heart beating fast, his shoulders and his fists tensing as his blood revved up. Ray's own natural high.
"This is none of your business, four-eyes. Now fuck off!"
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"What?"
Ray put his glasses in his coat pocket, and took a couple of steps forward. He could see the other guy's pulse, fast in his throat, watched his pupils narrow. Ray cracked his neck, a sharp nod sideways, a jerk of his chin, just loosening up. Fair warning.
"Walk on, man. She doesn't want you." He bounced lightly on his toes, too much energy in him to stay still. The guy had at least thirty pounds on Ray, and he probably fought dirty as hell. Ray'd have to watch out for that. He grinned, a sharp, unfriendly flash of teeth, while something darkly red flickered behind his eyes.
The Small Indian Mongoose Is Not Immune to the Cobra's Venom
Title: Home Schooling
Author: Luzula (
luzula)Pairing: Gen
Rating: G
Length: ~1,200 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: And now Fraser's childhood--a scene of one afternoon in Ben's boyhood. In a few short paragraphs, Luzula clearly outlines the influences that made Fraser the adult that he was: his grandmother's emotional reserve, intellectual interest and snippiness; his grandfather's discomfort with conflict; his father's inability to connect, or even see him; and his absent mother's assertiveness, coming to the fore in his personality. A truly outstanding character sketch.
Feet on the porch again, heavier, from two men. She heard the excited barking of sled dogs. Then George's voice: "Martha, Robert's come to visit!"
Oh, really. She got up to greet him. "Mother, hello."
"Robert, welcome home. It's been some time."
He went on the defensive, as if she hadn't expected that. "Well, I've been busy. Buck and I've been on patrol.”
"That's as may be. Everyone has their priorities." She glanced at Benton. The boy was watching his father with the air of a sled dog wondering if Robert was going to throw him a bone.
Robert went slightly red and his mouth set. "Well, it's no wonder I don't come home if this is the reception I get."
"For God's sake, Robert, don't be so dramatic. I said you were welcome, didn't I?" Martha took his parka from him and hung it on a hook. George was nowhere to be seen; perhaps he was staking the dogs. He never could take a conflict, she thought with some exasperation.
Home Schooling
Title: The Border Between Life and Death
Author: Speranza (
cesperanza)Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, Kowalski/Stella, Kowalski/OC, Fraser/OC
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~21,750 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: And what would a recs list be without Speranza? Here is her tour de force backstory piece. Ray, distraught over Stella dating other men, looks back on their history, from childhood friendship through the divorce. Once he pulls his head out of his own grief, he realizes he knows nothing about Fraser's history, and applies his detective skills to discovering things about his partner he had no idea about (including an even angstier piece of personal history than we've ever seen). Only after they share their pains can they move on from the past.
He spent hours on the wire to Ann Arbor, talking things over with Stella, seeking her advice. He was thinking about becoming a cop—what did she think about that? Was she okay with that? How did she feel about maybe being a cop's wife maybe?
"Sure," Stella said easily, "I could marry a cop," and Ray noticed that she didn't stumble over either word—marry or cop.
And so that, as they say, was that, and Ray applied to the police academy for the January term. He didn't tell either of his parents until it was a done deal and he had the acceptance letter in his hand: "Dear Mr. Kowalski, We are pleased to accept you..." Back then, the Chicago P.D. wasn't as picky—any idiot over 18 could become a cop, which was just as well, since his "any idiot" qualifications were really solid, totally top notch. The news of his chosen profession went over like a lead balloon. His father just sat there stony-faced while his mother wept into her hands. "Oh, Stanley," she sobbed, "baby—you're going to get killed..."
Way to show confidence, Mom. Gee, thanks a ton.
When Stella came home for Christmas, Ray showed her his acceptance letter and put a tiny diamond on her finger. They made love frantically on the sofa in her parents' basement and agreed to keep their engagement a secret until she came back to Chicago at the end of May.
So Stella went back up to Ann Arbor, and Ray started at the police academy.
The Border Between Life and Death
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