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ds_recsredux2008-09-10 09:59 pm
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DS Match Fic: First One Thing, Then the Otter
Title: First One Thing, Then the Otter
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alex51324
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG-13
Length: 13,100 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This fic is absolutely adorable. Fraser starts acting all shifty when they find signs of an otter at their crime scene. Ray, sweet and impulsive fellow that he is, decides to rescue the otter from the zoo lady's trap. And then things get delightfully whimsical.
When the food came, Ray carefully made a trail of mussels from the bathroom back to the cage, so that the otter could munch his way back into the trap, and took his own dinner to the couch. Figuring that if he watched, the otter would be put on his guard, he carefully concentrated on the TV and ignored the otter, the trap, and the shellfish.
After about fifteen minutes of expecting to hear the trap snap closed at any moment, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He looked toward the bathroom--just in time to see the otter snatch a mussel from the trail and run back to the bathroom with it.
Ray followed, noticing that the mussel trail was about half gone. In the bathroom, the otter was floating on its back in the tub, holding the mussel to its face with both front paws. The tub was about half full--the otter must have accidentally pushed the lever to close the drain while he was playing with the water. “You doofus, didn’t anyone tell you to wait half an hour after you eat before you go swimming?”
The otter licked the last bit of sauce from the mussel shell, tossed it aside, and started grooming its whiskers. The mussel shell slowly sank to the bottom of the tub, where the other ones already were.
See? How could anyone resist the gamboling otter?
First One Thing, Then the Otter.
Author:
alex51324Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG-13
Length: 13,100 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This fic is absolutely adorable. Fraser starts acting all shifty when they find signs of an otter at their crime scene. Ray, sweet and impulsive fellow that he is, decides to rescue the otter from the zoo lady's trap. And then things get delightfully whimsical.
When the food came, Ray carefully made a trail of mussels from the bathroom back to the cage, so that the otter could munch his way back into the trap, and took his own dinner to the couch. Figuring that if he watched, the otter would be put on his guard, he carefully concentrated on the TV and ignored the otter, the trap, and the shellfish.
After about fifteen minutes of expecting to hear the trap snap closed at any moment, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He looked toward the bathroom--just in time to see the otter snatch a mussel from the trail and run back to the bathroom with it.
Ray followed, noticing that the mussel trail was about half gone. In the bathroom, the otter was floating on its back in the tub, holding the mussel to its face with both front paws. The tub was about half full--the otter must have accidentally pushed the lever to close the drain while he was playing with the water. “You doofus, didn’t anyone tell you to wait half an hour after you eat before you go swimming?”
The otter licked the last bit of sauce from the mussel shell, tossed it aside, and started grooming its whiskers. The mussel shell slowly sank to the bottom of the tub, where the other ones already were.
See? How could anyone resist the gamboling otter?
First One Thing, Then the Otter.