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ds_recsreduxTitle: D R A W N
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lalejandra and serialkarma
Pairing: F/K
Rating: PG-13
Length: short
Why I'm reccing this fic: I LOVE this fic so much, and I have never had an opportunity to rec it. It's an absolutely flawless example of how to turn up the HOT without nothing explicit ever happening. I'm deeply in awe of that skill, and just the IDEA of them writing on each other? GUH.
Then one night they're on a stakeout and Ray is, go figure, bored out of his skull. He wants a cigarette, but he knows Fraser hates the smell and he feels bad making the poor guy deal with that on top of being trapped in the car for hours. But he's fidgety and restless and he needs to do something.
And he's rummaging around in his jacket pockets for something, anything, whatever, and feels the warm plastic of a Sharpie in the upper left pocket. So he pulls it out, yanks off the cap with his teeth and sucks on it, and starts coloring his fingernails, like he used to do instead of listening to his chemistry teacher in high school.
He's up to the little finger of his left hand when he hears Fraser saying "Ray? Ray. Ray," like he's been doing it for a while.
He lifts his head and looks at Fraser, and Fraser's holding out his hand towards the pen and saying, "May I?"
Ray looks at the pen and then looks at Fraser. Yeah, sure. He can share. So he hands Fraser the pen and Fraser takes it and then picks up Ray's right hand, holding it by the wrist. He pulls it over, rests it on his own knee, and begins to draw. Long, curling lines that start at the wrist and swoop up to his knuckles and onto his fingers, a spiral that covers the back of his hand.
Ray's mouth goes dry.
D R A W N
Title: Things to Do in Juniper at One O'Clock in the Morning
Author:riverlight
Pairing: F/K
Rating: PG-13
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: First? This fic helped me meet one of my favorite people, but GOD, I just love this place thatriverlight has created - this wonderful small Canadian town that I care about almost immediately, and a plausible and very wonderful post-CotW story for Fraser and Ray. It's just so rich and well written.
They invited some people over one night—Annie, her husband Bob, the Michaelsons, Jeannie, her boyfriend Oshoochiak Simmee—and what Ray had thought would be dinner and maybe a few drinks turned into the eight of them around the table at one in the morning, drunk off their asses on really good scotch (well, except for Fraser), telling the dirtiest jokes Ray'd ever heard in his life. At some point Oshoochiak—whose name Ray could hardly pronounce sober, much less after a few—suggested a game called Liar's Dice, which Ray had never heard of but which apparently involved bluffing and was kind of like poker, so he figured, hey, why not?
Turned out, though, that not only were they all cutthroat about it—even the women—but Fraser, of all people, had no problem whatsoever giving Ray his big-eyed innocent Mountie look while he was lying his ass off and totally setting Ray up. The third time it happened, Ray punched him in the shoulder and said, "That's it, Fraser, that's it, you're not getting laid for a week," totally not even thinking, and then he was horrified, 'cause yeah, they lived together, but he'd been trying to, like, maintain the illusion that they were just roommates—but none of them even blinked. "Oh, Benton, you're in for it now," Annie said, and Bob said, "Yeah, but can Ray hold out?" And Jenny looked at Fraser, and looked at him, and said she didn't think so, and then Fraser blushed so hard he reached out and drained Ray's scotch, and they all burst out laughing.
Next morning, he lay there for a while thinking about that, and turned to Fraser and said, "And you said you couldn't play poker. I never woulda figured you for a gambler, Frase." And Fraser turned from putting on his uniform and looked at Ray sprawled there in bed and smiled, and said, "Well, Ray, in the Territories you have to know how to make your own fun," as if that meant anything. So Ray got up and started getting dressed himself. Make his own fun. Sure, he could do that.
Things to Do in Juniper at One O'Clock in the Morning (and the PG sequel: Every hour of the light and dark
Title: Backward Glance
Author:brooklinegirl
Pairing: Vecchio/various
Rating: PG
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: I think this is the fic that solidified how much I love Vecchio.brooklinegirl just GETS him, and takes us through his life and the people he has loved, and it's gorgeously rendered and perfect and heartbreaking.
He stuck with him, through Victoria and - afterwards. After the train platform. After the hospital, and Canada, and the plane crash, and all of that. After all of that, the whole damn thing, you'd think that would be it, right? You'd think there would be no walking away. That was something real right there, that was something solid.
Turned out, though, that what hanging out with Fraser did to you was give you these weird values. Principles, things that made you do things you never thought you'd do, like walk away and not even get to say goodbye to the guy. Not for real.
Walk away and never know, never once know, if you'd ever come back. Ever see the guy again. And still walk away, still do it anyway, because what else could you do, you know? What else could you do?
Backward Glance
Author:
lalejandra and serialkarmaPairing: F/K
Rating: PG-13
Length: short
Why I'm reccing this fic: I LOVE this fic so much, and I have never had an opportunity to rec it. It's an absolutely flawless example of how to turn up the HOT without nothing explicit ever happening. I'm deeply in awe of that skill, and just the IDEA of them writing on each other? GUH.
Then one night they're on a stakeout and Ray is, go figure, bored out of his skull. He wants a cigarette, but he knows Fraser hates the smell and he feels bad making the poor guy deal with that on top of being trapped in the car for hours. But he's fidgety and restless and he needs to do something.
And he's rummaging around in his jacket pockets for something, anything, whatever, and feels the warm plastic of a Sharpie in the upper left pocket. So he pulls it out, yanks off the cap with his teeth and sucks on it, and starts coloring his fingernails, like he used to do instead of listening to his chemistry teacher in high school.
He's up to the little finger of his left hand when he hears Fraser saying "Ray? Ray. Ray," like he's been doing it for a while.
He lifts his head and looks at Fraser, and Fraser's holding out his hand towards the pen and saying, "May I?"
Ray looks at the pen and then looks at Fraser. Yeah, sure. He can share. So he hands Fraser the pen and Fraser takes it and then picks up Ray's right hand, holding it by the wrist. He pulls it over, rests it on his own knee, and begins to draw. Long, curling lines that start at the wrist and swoop up to his knuckles and onto his fingers, a spiral that covers the back of his hand.
Ray's mouth goes dry.
D R A W N
Title: Things to Do in Juniper at One O'Clock in the Morning
Author:
riverlightPairing: F/K
Rating: PG-13
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: First? This fic helped me meet one of my favorite people, but GOD, I just love this place that
riverlight has created - this wonderful small Canadian town that I care about almost immediately, and a plausible and very wonderful post-CotW story for Fraser and Ray. It's just so rich and well written. They invited some people over one night—Annie, her husband Bob, the Michaelsons, Jeannie, her boyfriend Oshoochiak Simmee—and what Ray had thought would be dinner and maybe a few drinks turned into the eight of them around the table at one in the morning, drunk off their asses on really good scotch (well, except for Fraser), telling the dirtiest jokes Ray'd ever heard in his life. At some point Oshoochiak—whose name Ray could hardly pronounce sober, much less after a few—suggested a game called Liar's Dice, which Ray had never heard of but which apparently involved bluffing and was kind of like poker, so he figured, hey, why not?
Turned out, though, that not only were they all cutthroat about it—even the women—but Fraser, of all people, had no problem whatsoever giving Ray his big-eyed innocent Mountie look while he was lying his ass off and totally setting Ray up. The third time it happened, Ray punched him in the shoulder and said, "That's it, Fraser, that's it, you're not getting laid for a week," totally not even thinking, and then he was horrified, 'cause yeah, they lived together, but he'd been trying to, like, maintain the illusion that they were just roommates—but none of them even blinked. "Oh, Benton, you're in for it now," Annie said, and Bob said, "Yeah, but can Ray hold out?" And Jenny looked at Fraser, and looked at him, and said she didn't think so, and then Fraser blushed so hard he reached out and drained Ray's scotch, and they all burst out laughing.
Next morning, he lay there for a while thinking about that, and turned to Fraser and said, "And you said you couldn't play poker. I never woulda figured you for a gambler, Frase." And Fraser turned from putting on his uniform and looked at Ray sprawled there in bed and smiled, and said, "Well, Ray, in the Territories you have to know how to make your own fun," as if that meant anything. So Ray got up and started getting dressed himself. Make his own fun. Sure, he could do that.
Things to Do in Juniper at One O'Clock in the Morning (and the PG sequel: Every hour of the light and dark
Title: Backward Glance
Author:
brooklinegirlPairing: Vecchio/various
Rating: PG
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: I think this is the fic that solidified how much I love Vecchio.
brooklinegirl just GETS him, and takes us through his life and the people he has loved, and it's gorgeously rendered and perfect and heartbreaking. He stuck with him, through Victoria and - afterwards. After the train platform. After the hospital, and Canada, and the plane crash, and all of that. After all of that, the whole damn thing, you'd think that would be it, right? You'd think there would be no walking away. That was something real right there, that was something solid.
Turned out, though, that what hanging out with Fraser did to you was give you these weird values. Principles, things that made you do things you never thought you'd do, like walk away and not even get to say goodbye to the guy. Not for real.
Walk away and never know, never once know, if you'd ever come back. Ever see the guy again. And still walk away, still do it anyway, because what else could you do, you know? What else could you do?
Backward Glance
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Date: 2007-01-29 08:04 pm (UTC)and YAY, thank you for the rec! (You know the awesome thing? I was all "wait, that's not PG-13." Because in my head? There was totally a blowjob in there. I actually went to LOOK for it, but nope, no blowjob. Just in my head. \o/ I am PRETTY.)
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Date: 2007-01-29 08:15 pm (UTC)I know! I didn't think Backward Glance was PG fic either, but it was, and I LOVE it! *g* You are porny in your head, even when you're not actually, darling. That's what I love about you. Hee!