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ds_recsredux2008-09-19 08:03 pm
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DS Match Fic: Truths Like Gravity
Title: Truths Like Gravity
Author: to be revealed
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 3,800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic:
Because I loved it. Warm and comfortable and hopeful and full of love. And full of the difficulties that can plague parents trying to raise their children. Although there's love among them not all is perfect. And while it's not exactly like my relationship with my parents, I can see things there that reminds me of it. It rings so very true to me.
He's been collecting things from when the girls were small. Whenever he salvages some bit of their history from the garbage bin or the box destined for Goodwill, he feels like a temple priest. He saves little things, packable things, like tiny baby shoes and old buttons and slightly inept art projects weighed down by old paint, ancient macaroni and limp feathers.
And Jenny's tutu, of course. He's hung on to that. And a variety of Molly's ribbons for first-place science projects. Small trophies from Katie's hockey days. A tiny braided circle of black hair twisted together with a red elastic, which he rescued the day Katie turned fifteen and decided to shave her head.
It's all filed neatly away in a big box he keeps under the bed, and Ray is always on the hunt for more. Last week he was cleaning out his desk at work and found a birthday card Jenny had made for him. The card was a simple crayon drawing of the five of them. Ray recognized himself by the bright shock of blond hair growing straight out of his head in five precise spikes, like a cartoon character. Jenny had chosen to render Fraser in his red serge, complete with brown boots, a belt, and a brown hat that looked more like a bowler than a Stetson. The three girls—tiny brown-haired Jenny; medium-sized Molly; and tall, willowy Katie—wore identical blue triangle-shaped dresses. They all stood beneath a banner that said, We love you, Daddy! and beneath that, Happy Birthday!
Truths Like Gravity
Author: to be revealed
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 3,800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic:
Because I loved it. Warm and comfortable and hopeful and full of love. And full of the difficulties that can plague parents trying to raise their children. Although there's love among them not all is perfect. And while it's not exactly like my relationship with my parents, I can see things there that reminds me of it. It rings so very true to me.
He's been collecting things from when the girls were small. Whenever he salvages some bit of their history from the garbage bin or the box destined for Goodwill, he feels like a temple priest. He saves little things, packable things, like tiny baby shoes and old buttons and slightly inept art projects weighed down by old paint, ancient macaroni and limp feathers.
And Jenny's tutu, of course. He's hung on to that. And a variety of Molly's ribbons for first-place science projects. Small trophies from Katie's hockey days. A tiny braided circle of black hair twisted together with a red elastic, which he rescued the day Katie turned fifteen and decided to shave her head.
It's all filed neatly away in a big box he keeps under the bed, and Ray is always on the hunt for more. Last week he was cleaning out his desk at work and found a birthday card Jenny had made for him. The card was a simple crayon drawing of the five of them. Ray recognized himself by the bright shock of blond hair growing straight out of his head in five precise spikes, like a cartoon character. Jenny had chosen to render Fraser in his red serge, complete with brown boots, a belt, and a brown hat that looked more like a bowler than a Stetson. The three girls—tiny brown-haired Jenny; medium-sized Molly; and tall, willowy Katie—wore identical blue triangle-shaped dresses. They all stood beneath a banner that said, We love you, Daddy! and beneath that, Happy Birthday!
Truths Like Gravity