ds_recsredux | untitled, Christmas Present, He Hadn't Stopped Christmas From Coming, Luckier than most...

Title: untitled
Author:

mickeymvt
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: Nrrgh. I mean, mature.
Length: ficlet
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's short, but sexy! Plus, Hockey Day! There's a great reason for a holiday!

Ray loves Hockey Day in Canada. Why? Because he gets three games back-to-back-to-back. None of them include his Hawks, but hockey is hockey in his book. Plus, it means he gets to spend all day on his couch, with beer, chips and Fraser.

untitled Hockey Day ficlet

Title: Christmas Present
Author: Dira Sudis
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: Man, I hate trying to guess for other people's work. Teen for implied violence?
Length: 3,358 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because it'll rip your heart out, stomp on it, then cellotape it back together. An AU of "Good for the Soul," with less magical in its realism -- Fraser doesn't walk away from the alley outside Warfield's club under his own power. I love the intercut conversations that happen bedside.

Fraser frowned as he considered the question. "Sore," he managed, pleased to hear his voice sounding almost normal. ‘Sore' didn't quite cover the situation, however. He was a patchwork of pain, more than the beating he'd suffered could explain.

When he looked up at Ray, he could see his confusion had been noted. "What's the last thing you remember, Frase?"

He searched his mind. "The picture--my father gave me a Christmas present, he must have taken my name off the tree. It was a framed photo of my family, from before my mother died. That was just at the end of the gift exchange, at the Christmas party."

Ray's expression seemed oddly frozen before he finally said, "Fraser, your dad's been dead for over three years."

Fraser frowned. What had possessed him to mention his father to Ray? "I know that, Ray. But I--I feel his presence often."

Christmas Present

Title: He Hadn't Stopped Christmas From Coming
Author:

belmanoir
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17
Length: 21,436 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because I love F/K/V, and this one's pretty awesome. Vecchio and Kowalski are alternately assholes and adorable to each other as they deal with the approaching holiday, possibly unrequited crushes on Fraser, misunderstandings that pre-date Vegas, and a growing attraction to one another. The attempts of each to give up his own happiness for another's begin to approach O. Henry levels -- before they find a way to a happy conclusion for all.

"Vecchio," Kowalski snarled, his hands flat on my desk as if that was the only way he could keep them away from my throat. "What are you giving Fraser for Christmas?"

I stared at him. He'd been avoiding me ever since I got back from Florida to find him already here (and at my desk, the fucker), and now he finally comes over--for this? Actually, now I thought about it, I could see his point. It was the week after Thanksgiving, which meant Christmas season had officially started, and I had ideas for everyone on my list but Fraser. "Not a clue," I admitted. "You?"

"I am not getting him a fucking book, Vecchio," Kowalski said, glaring at me like I'd ever suggest such a thing. "No fucking way."

He Hadn't Stopped Christmas From Coming

Title: Luckier than most, with your memories and ghosts
Author:

belmanoir
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: G for gen
Length: 1457
Why I'm reccing this fic: Okay, yes, two by one author. But seriously -- Fraser and Vecchio on VICTORIA DAY. Admit it, you are intrigued already.

Ray gave him a strange look. "Is everything okay, Fraser?"

"Of course, Ray," he said, trying for innocent and landing somewhere between manic and simple-minded. "All that paperwork has simply given me a hearty appetite! Where shall we go for lunch?"

Ray's eyes narrowed. Damn. Ray had probably noticed by now that Fraser's vocabulary shifted towards the Edwardian when he was anxious. Fraser hurried towards the car anyway.

Too late. Behind him, Turnbull opened the door and called, "Happy Victoria Day, Detective!" Fraser shut his eyes in defeat.

Luckier than most, with your memories and ghosts