Rest Ye Merry
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Title: Rest Ye Merry
Author:
brynnmck
Pairing: none, gen. Fraser and Vecchio.
Rating: PG
Length: middle-ish
Why I'm reccing this fic: this just popped up on
ds_weekly so i went to have a peek. this is
brynnmck's first dS fic, having only seen season 1, and oh my GOD does she have Vecchio down to an art. or a science. whatever. this is an absolutely wonderful first fic, and she needs to keep writing in this fandom, dammit.
Ray had never been much on Christmas carols. Most of them just didn't seem to make much sense, a bunch of yammering about stars and Old Saint Nick and sidewalks-- clearly the guy who'd written that last one hadn't seen the sidewalk outside Fraser's building at two in the morning, because it wasn’t exactly the kind of scene that would make you want to burst into song. Of course, part of the problem could have been that his family only knew about a quarter of the words to any given Christmas carol, and that was with a combined effort, so when they got together for the traditional singalong around the piano, there tended to be a lot of fudging (which had resulted in some embarrassment for Ray in the third grade when Sister Mary-Jean had snippily informed him that the first lines of "I'll Be Home For Christmas" were not, in fact, "I'll be home for Christmas, blee bloo blah blah blee").
Rest Ye Merry
Title: Rest Ye Merry
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Pairing: none, gen. Fraser and Vecchio.
Rating: PG
Length: middle-ish
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Ray had never been much on Christmas carols. Most of them just didn't seem to make much sense, a bunch of yammering about stars and Old Saint Nick and sidewalks-- clearly the guy who'd written that last one hadn't seen the sidewalk outside Fraser's building at two in the morning, because it wasn’t exactly the kind of scene that would make you want to burst into song. Of course, part of the problem could have been that his family only knew about a quarter of the words to any given Christmas carol, and that was with a combined effort, so when they got together for the traditional singalong around the piano, there tended to be a lot of fudging (which had resulted in some embarrassment for Ray in the third grade when Sister Mary-Jean had snippily informed him that the first lines of "I'll Be Home For Christmas" were not, in fact, "I'll be home for Christmas, blee bloo blah blah blee").
Rest Ye Merry
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Date: 2006-12-11 04:43 pm (UTC)This is such an *awesome* story.
(Though I'd say it's pre-slash rather than gen, but that is, so very often, pretty much a potato-potahto distinction anyway. :) )