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A Heart Alone; Drifting; Three Ways Fraser Didn't Tell Him, and Two More
Title: A Heart Alone
Author: BJ Cochran
Pairing F/K
Rating: NC-17 (according to the author; I'd rate it as R)
Length 6400 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: It ends well, but before the ending Fraser spends 6000 words dealing with mistakes and misconceptions and choices made and time lost. It sounds like Fraser, without the overblown language and complicated syntax that's so tempting in stories from his pov. There are a few awkward spots, but overall it's a strong emotional piece with careful hints at the backstory that's left Fraser and Ray in this place--neither of them happy, both a little broken, but finally headed somewhere good.
Also, there's a supporting role for green bean casserole. And I love green bean casserole.
Fraser chose some of everything, including a goodly portion of the casserole he'd brought. Some men took comfort in drink, he took his in green beans and canned mushroom soup.
The door opened behind him, the stiffening wind surely bringing a late comer to the party. He placed a roll on his plate, only turning when he managed to anchor it in the mashed potatoes.
"Maggie?" He cocked his head. His sister wasn't to be here. His sister had duty. The frown deepened when she stopped just inside the door, stepping aside allowing the man behind her to blow into the room.
"Man, it's cold out there."
The plate stayed upright, but his silverware clattered to the floor. "Ray?"
A Heart Alone
Title: Drifting
Author: Alanna andthe_star_fish
Pairing F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length 4900 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Fraser is literally about to go bugfuck crazy. It's all Thatcher's fault. Well, mostly Thatcher's fault. And Ray has a fantastic idea about how to fix the problem. Because Ray is the decisive one.
I love the way that Ray springs into action and does whatever he can to help Fraser. (What can I say? I've got a thing for protective!Ray.) And the descriptions of how Fraser feels, the way he's disconnecting from everything, are incredible.
In the Northwest Territories, every decision takes on monumental proportions. Turning the dogs infinitesimally to the left becomes a life-or-death choice. There is quiet, although not silence. The landscape is immense, all-encompassing. My life is my own, and there is no stillness. No waiting. There are always bits of harness to check and mend. Always food to be captured and cooked. Always courses to be plotted, criminals to track, law-abiding citizens in need of a connection to the outside world.
At all times I am on the knife's edge of death, and there is nothing more exhilarating.
The true punishment of Chicago is the overweening banality that governs my every moment. My consular duties, such as they are, are characterized by their insignificance: stapling and collating, removing staples and photocopying. Filing, perhaps, on a good day.
Drifting
Title: Three Ways Fraser Didn't Tell Him, and Two More
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Pairing F/K
Rating: PG
Length 2450 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Five very different possibilities, but all of them sound like Fraser. This is one that shows how exciting a Five Things meme can be with the right ingredients. Bonus points for the great use of metaphor.
So... we're not really going to find the Hand of Franklin, right?"
This many weeks into the expedition their vast and unpopulated surroundings no longer seemed to absorb all sound, nor did the efforts of their sled team and conveyance seem particularly loud. He could hear every word when Ray made a remark, which happened more often these days, as Ray's constitution adapted to the rigours of the journey. Even when he was speaking quietly, as now.
Interesting. "It's not likely, no."
They proceeded in silence for a few more steps. Ray continued tentatively, "Then what are we doing?"
Fraser raised his eyebrows and looked at the unbroken fields ahead, the mountains sharp and deceptively close, the hardworking dogs, their battered packs. "We're pursuing a metaphor?" he suggested.
Three Ways Fraser Didn't Tell Him, and Two More
Author: BJ Cochran
Pairing F/K
Rating: NC-17 (according to the author; I'd rate it as R)
Length 6400 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: It ends well, but before the ending Fraser spends 6000 words dealing with mistakes and misconceptions and choices made and time lost. It sounds like Fraser, without the overblown language and complicated syntax that's so tempting in stories from his pov. There are a few awkward spots, but overall it's a strong emotional piece with careful hints at the backstory that's left Fraser and Ray in this place--neither of them happy, both a little broken, but finally headed somewhere good.
Also, there's a supporting role for green bean casserole. And I love green bean casserole.
Fraser chose some of everything, including a goodly portion of the casserole he'd brought. Some men took comfort in drink, he took his in green beans and canned mushroom soup.
The door opened behind him, the stiffening wind surely bringing a late comer to the party. He placed a roll on his plate, only turning when he managed to anchor it in the mashed potatoes.
"Maggie?" He cocked his head. His sister wasn't to be here. His sister had duty. The frown deepened when she stopped just inside the door, stepping aside allowing the man behind her to blow into the room.
"Man, it's cold out there."
The plate stayed upright, but his silverware clattered to the floor. "Ray?"
A Heart Alone
Title: Drifting
Author: Alanna and
the_star_fishPairing F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length 4900 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Fraser is literally about to go bugfuck crazy. It's all Thatcher's fault. Well, mostly Thatcher's fault. And Ray has a fantastic idea about how to fix the problem. Because Ray is the decisive one.
I love the way that Ray springs into action and does whatever he can to help Fraser. (What can I say? I've got a thing for protective!Ray.) And the descriptions of how Fraser feels, the way he's disconnecting from everything, are incredible.
In the Northwest Territories, every decision takes on monumental proportions. Turning the dogs infinitesimally to the left becomes a life-or-death choice. There is quiet, although not silence. The landscape is immense, all-encompassing. My life is my own, and there is no stillness. No waiting. There are always bits of harness to check and mend. Always food to be captured and cooked. Always courses to be plotted, criminals to track, law-abiding citizens in need of a connection to the outside world.
At all times I am on the knife's edge of death, and there is nothing more exhilarating.
The true punishment of Chicago is the overweening banality that governs my every moment. My consular duties, such as they are, are characterized by their insignificance: stapling and collating, removing staples and photocopying. Filing, perhaps, on a good day.
Drifting
Title: Three Ways Fraser Didn't Tell Him, and Two More
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Pairing F/K
Rating: PG
Length 2450 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Five very different possibilities, but all of them sound like Fraser. This is one that shows how exciting a Five Things meme can be with the right ingredients. Bonus points for the great use of metaphor.
So... we're not really going to find the Hand of Franklin, right?"
This many weeks into the expedition their vast and unpopulated surroundings no longer seemed to absorb all sound, nor did the efforts of their sled team and conveyance seem particularly loud. He could hear every word when Ray made a remark, which happened more often these days, as Ray's constitution adapted to the rigours of the journey. Even when he was speaking quietly, as now.
Interesting. "It's not likely, no."
They proceeded in silence for a few more steps. Ray continued tentatively, "Then what are we doing?"
Fraser raised his eyebrows and looked at the unbroken fields ahead, the mountains sharp and deceptively close, the hardworking dogs, their battered packs. "We're pursuing a metaphor?" he suggested.
Three Ways Fraser Didn't Tell Him, and Two More