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ds_recsredux2008-09-08 11:45 pm
instantramen) wrote in ds_recsredux2008-09-08 11:45 pm
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DS Match Fic: My Life As A Dog
Title: My Life As A Dog
Author: to be revealed
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski (pre-slash)
Rating: PG
Length: 6,200 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: I was going to make my next rec something from the first half of the Match, but I decided to see what was up tonight first. And oh, I knew before I'd even clicked that this was going to have to be my next rec, because something I've been hoping to see almost as long as I've been paying attention to the Due South fandom had finally come to pass: Ray Kowalski had somehow been turned into a dog. It really only gets better from there, as the excerpt shows.
The things that wake Ray up are the smells. He’s just about levered himself up from true sleep into that pleasant, half awake state, where a person is just conscious enough to know that he’s mostly still asleep (and warm and comfortable and hopefully post-coital), and taken a deep breath and then—then—someone crashes an Amtrak train into his nose.
Jesus fuck! Ray yelps as he sits bolt upright and tries to clap his hands over his nose. He feels strangely clumsy, can’t move his fingers and everything is monochrome and mostly out of focus and not like his apartment at all.
There must be a fire.
Standing doesn’t seem to be happening (smoke inhalation? Carbon monoxide? It’s not like he has the fucking brain cells to waste), so Ray crawls across a floor that looks nothing like his worn carpet, into a living room that looks a lot less lived in than usual, and makes for the cracked open window that lets onto the fire escape as fast as he can.
The window seems like it’s almost up by the ceiling and Ray has to work to push it open and lurch himself over the sill and on to the cold metal lattice of the fire escape.
Which isn’t there.
Ray has a brief moment of what the hell? and scrabbling desperately for the wall before he lands head first in an ornamental rose bush. It’s when he’s falling sideways out of the bush to land on the damp soil of the flower bed that whoever drove the train into his nose sets his sinuses on fire.
At this point, Ray gives the morning up as a bad deal and loses consciousness.
My Life As A Dog
Author: to be revealed
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski (pre-slash)
Rating: PG
Length: 6,200 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: I was going to make my next rec something from the first half of the Match, but I decided to see what was up tonight first. And oh, I knew before I'd even clicked that this was going to have to be my next rec, because something I've been hoping to see almost as long as I've been paying attention to the Due South fandom had finally come to pass: Ray Kowalski had somehow been turned into a dog. It really only gets better from there, as the excerpt shows.
The things that wake Ray up are the smells. He’s just about levered himself up from true sleep into that pleasant, half awake state, where a person is just conscious enough to know that he’s mostly still asleep (and warm and comfortable and hopefully post-coital), and taken a deep breath and then—then—someone crashes an Amtrak train into his nose.
Jesus fuck! Ray yelps as he sits bolt upright and tries to clap his hands over his nose. He feels strangely clumsy, can’t move his fingers and everything is monochrome and mostly out of focus and not like his apartment at all.
There must be a fire.
Standing doesn’t seem to be happening (smoke inhalation? Carbon monoxide? It’s not like he has the fucking brain cells to waste), so Ray crawls across a floor that looks nothing like his worn carpet, into a living room that looks a lot less lived in than usual, and makes for the cracked open window that lets onto the fire escape as fast as he can.
The window seems like it’s almost up by the ceiling and Ray has to work to push it open and lurch himself over the sill and on to the cold metal lattice of the fire escape.
Which isn’t there.
Ray has a brief moment of what the hell? and scrabbling desperately for the wall before he lands head first in an ornamental rose bush. It’s when he’s falling sideways out of the bush to land on the damp soil of the flower bed that whoever drove the train into his nose sets his sinuses on fire.
At this point, Ray gives the morning up as a bad deal and loses consciousness.
My Life As A Dog