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ds_recsredux2006-10-18 10:40 pm
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Merry Go Round
Title: Merry Go Round
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cesperanza
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 62k
Why I'm reccing this fic: When writing Fraser's POV, it's easy to get caught up in his impressive vocabulary, seemingly limitless knowledge, and deep, brooding innner self. It's also easy to forget that he has a sneaky, dry sense of humor, and can be a snarky little bastard at times. Luckily, Speranza doesn't forget this.
"You're all right?" I asked inanely.
"Sure," Ray replied. "Great. I'll just hang out--kick the guy in the head if he wakes up. Go talk to the pizza man."
I went to talk to the pizza man.
He wasn't, I confess, entirely eager to let Ronnie go for the evening. I spoke to him at length, though, and I could sense that Ronnie, behind me, was pulling apologetic faces and projecting contrition in his body language. By the end of the conversation, he'd consented to let Ronnie go, and he was sending Ronnie sympathetic looks. Either he'd really understood the importance of Ronnie's role in the justice system or he and Ronnie had quietly bonded over their mutual dislike of me. I preferred the former but found the latter perfectly acceptable. I sometimes had that effect on people, and it usually worked to my advantage.
Merry Go Round
Author:
cesperanzaPairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 62k
Why I'm reccing this fic: When writing Fraser's POV, it's easy to get caught up in his impressive vocabulary, seemingly limitless knowledge, and deep, brooding innner self. It's also easy to forget that he has a sneaky, dry sense of humor, and can be a snarky little bastard at times. Luckily, Speranza doesn't forget this.
"You're all right?" I asked inanely.
"Sure," Ray replied. "Great. I'll just hang out--kick the guy in the head if he wakes up. Go talk to the pizza man."
I went to talk to the pizza man.
He wasn't, I confess, entirely eager to let Ronnie go for the evening. I spoke to him at length, though, and I could sense that Ronnie, behind me, was pulling apologetic faces and projecting contrition in his body language. By the end of the conversation, he'd consented to let Ronnie go, and he was sending Ronnie sympathetic looks. Either he'd really understood the importance of Ronnie's role in the justice system or he and Ronnie had quietly bonded over their mutual dislike of me. I preferred the former but found the latter perfectly acceptable. I sometimes had that effect on people, and it usually worked to my advantage.
Merry Go Round