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:
Because this is a totally hilarious story, which made me laugh out loud many times. And despite the theme it has this magical mysticism so very much entrenched in due South. And on top of this we get an actual case.
Loved every second of this story.
A few feet away from the corpse, there was a strange sort of mark on the edge of the pond. Sort of a wet, muddy…track type thing. Ray crouched down to look at it. Almost like the body had been in the water and then it got dragged out, except the body didn’t look like a floater. “Fraser, come look at this.”
Fraser came over. “At what, Ray?”
“This…thing.” He gestured at it. Too small to be left by the body. Maybe a leg, or something.
Fraser looked at it, a funny expression on his face. “Ah. I think you’ll find that’s unrelated to the, ah, the homicide.”
“How do you know? What is it?”
“It looks like an otter-slide.”
“Huh?”
“Otters enjoy sliding down banks--riverbanks, pond banks, any kind of bank, really--on their bellies,” Fraser explained. “The activity leaves a characteristic impression in the mud. This one is, ah, is probably a few days older than the remains.”
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:
Because this is a totally hilarious story, which made me laugh out loud many times. And despite the theme it has this magical mysticism so very much entrenched in due South. And on top of this we get an actual case.
Loved every second of this story.
A few feet away from the corpse, there was a strange sort of mark on the edge of the pond. Sort of a wet, muddy…track type thing. Ray crouched down to look at it. Almost like the body had been in the water and then it got dragged out, except the body didn’t look like a floater. “Fraser, come look at this.”
Fraser came over. “At what, Ray?”
“This…thing.” He gestured at it. Too small to be left by the body. Maybe a leg, or something.
Fraser looked at it, a funny expression on his face. “Ah. I think you’ll find that’s unrelated to the, ah, the homicide.”
“How do you know? What is it?”
“It looks like an otter-slide.”
“Huh?”
“Otters enjoy sliding down banks--riverbanks, pond banks, any kind of bank, really--on their bellies,” Fraser explained. “The activity leaves a characteristic impression in the mud. This one is, ah, is probably a few days older than the remains.”
First One Thing, Then the Otter