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Somewhere Else To Be, Can't Stop Falling
Title: Somewhere Else To Be
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kelliem
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 440KB
Why I'm reccing this fic: What's not to love about Fraser teaching archaeology and anthropology? Ray repairing cars and Vecchio being a gangster?
Vecchio brushed at his suit, looking distracted. "Damned dog messed up my suit," he snarled, rounding on Ben.
Ray tried desperately not to laugh as it sank in exactly how Vecchio reminded Diefenbaker of a goose. That neck, the beak, the honking voice. Oh yeah. Ben slipped a hand into his pocket and brought out his wallet.
"I'd be happy to pay to have your suit cleaned if Diefenbaker sullied it." He pulled out a handful of pink bills and Ray almost lost it again. Canadian money. Too good. Vecchio reached for it, saw what it was, and let his hand fall, staring at Ben suspiciously.
"A goose?" Vecchio said after a moment. "A goose attacked that dog?"
"Well, he wasn't full grown at the time, and geese are notoriously bad-tempered."
Vecchio was frowning, obviously trying to figure out the whole goose thing. He didn't have it yet, but he would soon, and he'd get ugly. In a fit of protectiveness, Ray stepped forward, catching Ben's eye and jerking his head toward the door.
"Better take that dog on home, mister. He's not supposed to be in here anyway."
Ben frowned a little, then he got it. "Ah, yes. Of course, sir. I'll just be on my way."
Somewhere Else To Be
Title: Can't Stop Falling
Author: starfish
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 300KB
Why I'm reccing this fic: Ray is a mechanic and there is a murder in his garage but a Mountie is close by even if he can't help official because he got shot by his partner who is not the real Ray Vecchio.
So I’m standing in my parking lot, looking at a very hot but possibly fucked-in-the-head Mountie. Sounds like a typical Monday to me. Not. I mean, what kind of guy gets shot by a performance arsonist? And what the hell’s a 'performance arsonist' anyway? I kind of want to ask, but I’m afraid he’ll tell me. Exclusionary fingerprints and Canadian liaisons. Damn.
Can't Stop Falling
Author:
kelliem Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 440KB
Why I'm reccing this fic: What's not to love about Fraser teaching archaeology and anthropology? Ray repairing cars and Vecchio being a gangster?
Vecchio brushed at his suit, looking distracted. "Damned dog messed up my suit," he snarled, rounding on Ben.
Ray tried desperately not to laugh as it sank in exactly how Vecchio reminded Diefenbaker of a goose. That neck, the beak, the honking voice. Oh yeah. Ben slipped a hand into his pocket and brought out his wallet.
"I'd be happy to pay to have your suit cleaned if Diefenbaker sullied it." He pulled out a handful of pink bills and Ray almost lost it again. Canadian money. Too good. Vecchio reached for it, saw what it was, and let his hand fall, staring at Ben suspiciously.
"A goose?" Vecchio said after a moment. "A goose attacked that dog?"
"Well, he wasn't full grown at the time, and geese are notoriously bad-tempered."
Vecchio was frowning, obviously trying to figure out the whole goose thing. He didn't have it yet, but he would soon, and he'd get ugly. In a fit of protectiveness, Ray stepped forward, catching Ben's eye and jerking his head toward the door.
"Better take that dog on home, mister. He's not supposed to be in here anyway."
Ben frowned a little, then he got it. "Ah, yes. Of course, sir. I'll just be on my way."
Somewhere Else To Be
Title: Can't Stop Falling
Author: starfish
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 300KB
Why I'm reccing this fic: Ray is a mechanic and there is a murder in his garage but a Mountie is close by even if he can't help official because he got shot by his partner who is not the real Ray Vecchio.
So I’m standing in my parking lot, looking at a very hot but possibly fucked-in-the-head Mountie. Sounds like a typical Monday to me. Not. I mean, what kind of guy gets shot by a performance arsonist? And what the hell’s a 'performance arsonist' anyway? I kind of want to ask, but I’m afraid he’ll tell me. Exclusionary fingerprints and Canadian liaisons. Damn.
Can't Stop Falling