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DS Match Fic: First One Thing, Then the Otter
Title: First One Thing, Then the Otter
Author: to be revealed
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG-13
Length: 13,100 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Reason #1: I ♥ puns. They are simultaneously horrible and awesome, and this one is right in the title. Reason #2: It's from Team Whimsy. Reality, I love you, I do! But Whimsy is the staple in my fiction diet, like rice versus frogs' legs. I had to side with them, at least this time. Reason #3: So obviously, this being a Team Whimsy fic, there's gotta be weirdness, right? Right. Except instead of the usual stuff--spirits, magic, aliens, etc.--we get something downright silly. I won't ruin the surprise, but I personally loved it. And finally, Reason #4: While all the otter stuff is going down, there's still a whole official case going on that's completely unrelated. That's another thing I like--since I've been watching the first two seasons of Due South, I've realized that I love the "cops doing their job" aspect of the show--and the fanfic--as much as I love the Fish Out of Water stuff and S. R. Kowalski in: Fraser's Big Gay Love Story: the Series.
...That last one got a little long. On to the excerpt and then to the story!
Ray wasn’t sure why he decided to swing by the crime scene on his way home. It wasn’t like he thought some brilliant insight would come to him and he’d be able to call up Fraser all, “Aha! The killer was a one-legged man wearing old shoes who had recently eaten cabbage.” It was just--dunno. He felt like stopping by.
He found a flashlight in the trunk, so he wouldn’t go around stepping on evidence flags or falling in the pond, and hiked to the bank.
Where he saw a whole lotta nothing, except cold fog sitting on top of the pond, and a nearly-full moon reflecting off of it. He was about to give up and go home when something chirped. Sort of like a squirrel, only less… more… less squirrelly.
Shining the flashlight around, he saw that Molly the zookeeper was a fast worker. She had already set up the live trap, and there was even an otter in it. When Ray shined the light on it, it started wiggling and chirping louder. “It’s okay, little guy,” Ray said. “You’re just going to the zoo. They’ll have other otters for you to play with.”
The otter didn’t seem comforted. Ray knew he ought to just go home--let Molly deal with it in the morning. She was the otter expert, and hanging out in the cage all night wasn’t going to do the otter any harm. But he felt… guilty.
Probably it was all Fraser’s fault. For whatever reason, Fraser didn’t want the otter trapped. Maybe he had some other plan for it, or maybe he thought the otter should be free to make up its own mind, like Dief. Which was just dumb. Dief, okay, Dief was special; Ray could almost buy that the wolf had made some kind of informed decision to come to Chicago with Fraser instead of doing wolf stuff up in theNorthwest Areas. But the otter was just an otter.
Ray already knew he was going to lose when he started arguing with himself. Fraser wasn’t even there. If Ray didn’t tell him he’d stopped by and seen the otter before Molly did, he’d never know. Any anyway, the otter would be safer in the zoo.
But none of that mattered, ‘cause Fraser didn’t want the otter trapped. With a sigh, Ray took out his phone. He’d tell Fraser the otter was there, and then go home. What Fraser did next was up to him.
First One Thing, Then the Otter
Author: to be revealed
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG-13
Length: 13,100 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Reason #1: I ♥ puns. They are simultaneously horrible and awesome, and this one is right in the title. Reason #2: It's from Team Whimsy. Reality, I love you, I do! But Whimsy is the staple in my fiction diet, like rice versus frogs' legs. I had to side with them, at least this time. Reason #3: So obviously, this being a Team Whimsy fic, there's gotta be weirdness, right? Right. Except instead of the usual stuff--spirits, magic, aliens, etc.--we get something downright silly. I won't ruin the surprise, but I personally loved it. And finally, Reason #4: While all the otter stuff is going down, there's still a whole official case going on that's completely unrelated. That's another thing I like--since I've been watching the first two seasons of Due South, I've realized that I love the "cops doing their job" aspect of the show--and the fanfic--as much as I love the Fish Out of Water stuff and S. R. Kowalski in: Fraser's Big Gay Love Story: the Series.
...That last one got a little long. On to the excerpt and then to the story!
Ray wasn’t sure why he decided to swing by the crime scene on his way home. It wasn’t like he thought some brilliant insight would come to him and he’d be able to call up Fraser all, “Aha! The killer was a one-legged man wearing old shoes who had recently eaten cabbage.” It was just--dunno. He felt like stopping by.
He found a flashlight in the trunk, so he wouldn’t go around stepping on evidence flags or falling in the pond, and hiked to the bank.
Where he saw a whole lotta nothing, except cold fog sitting on top of the pond, and a nearly-full moon reflecting off of it. He was about to give up and go home when something chirped. Sort of like a squirrel, only less… more… less squirrelly.
Shining the flashlight around, he saw that Molly the zookeeper was a fast worker. She had already set up the live trap, and there was even an otter in it. When Ray shined the light on it, it started wiggling and chirping louder. “It’s okay, little guy,” Ray said. “You’re just going to the zoo. They’ll have other otters for you to play with.”
The otter didn’t seem comforted. Ray knew he ought to just go home--let Molly deal with it in the morning. She was the otter expert, and hanging out in the cage all night wasn’t going to do the otter any harm. But he felt… guilty.
Probably it was all Fraser’s fault. For whatever reason, Fraser didn’t want the otter trapped. Maybe he had some other plan for it, or maybe he thought the otter should be free to make up its own mind, like Dief. Which was just dumb. Dief, okay, Dief was special; Ray could almost buy that the wolf had made some kind of informed decision to come to Chicago with Fraser instead of doing wolf stuff up in theNorthwest Areas. But the otter was just an otter.
Ray already knew he was going to lose when he started arguing with himself. Fraser wasn’t even there. If Ray didn’t tell him he’d stopped by and seen the otter before Molly did, he’d never know. Any anyway, the otter would be safer in the zoo.
But none of that mattered, ‘cause Fraser didn’t want the otter trapped. With a sigh, Ray took out his phone. He’d tell Fraser the otter was there, and then go home. What Fraser did next was up to him.
First One Thing, Then the Otter
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