Tip, Slide, Tumble; Gone to the Dogs
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ds_recsreduxTitle: Tip, Slide, Tumble
Author: J S Cavalcante (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~42,500 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This story hits so many of my kinks, it could have been written for me! It's a lovely, long piece, which I didn't even notice right away—I was immediately sucked in by JS's superb Ray voice, tight inside his head as he's slightly off-balance from a shock (see excerpt). As the story unfolds, there's wonderful kid!fic that completely avoids the syrup while still bringing the love. There's the much-needed aftermath of Mountie and Soul and the revisiting of Levon—one of my favorite eps and one-shot characters. There are great and very real original characters in the fic, and Ray interacts with them wonderfully. The reader can very easily see it coming, what Ray is going to do about his situation, and yet JS lets it unfold naturally, without rushing it. And there's what seems to be a clear development of a common romance cliche in the Ray/Fraser storyline, but JS sidesteps it neatly and creates a different and very in-character coming together for them. It's a smart, insightful, emotional, beautifully written story with the pain, humor and love of the best of Due South.
The rotating lights painted the alley in rhythmic washes of red and blue. It was the only color. Everything else was wet black and drab gray. And it was so fucking cold.
Kind of funny that Ray could find Chicago cold in November after March in the Far North had almost killed him. But there were worse things than a little weather. And there were colder things than ice.
Like the thin shape Ray was leaning over. When he and Fraser found her, he'd touched her once to see if he could feel a pulse, but he'd known already. He'd called backup and managed not to freak out or puke, which he'd sometimes been known to have a problem with around corpses, but Fraser'd been right there with him, going on about something Ray didn't even remember, with that steady, calm voice like he used with the sled dogs, and Ray'd kept his cool.
Till now, anyway. Till he got a good look at her face and recognized her. Her eyes were supposed to be brown, but they looked gunmetal gray in the alley light. They were half-open, and Ray tried not to look at them, tried to just take in the details, do his job, not think about anything else. Her skin wasn't warm brown like it should have been, but gray, too, like everything else in this goddamned alley, like the pile of trash a couple feet away.
She looked like she'd been thrown here just like that.
Ray's stomach got tight and queasy at that thought. He asked his cop instincts whether she could have fallen this way by accident or whether she'd been placed here, but his cop instincts were haywire. He couldn't get a good read.
He tried to make himself focus. No wounds, he couldn't see any wounds. There was no smell or sight of blood. So maybe she'd ODed and fallen here, maybe it was what he'd warned her about so many times, which she never listened, and now it was too late.
Tip, Slide, Tumble
Title: Gone to the Dogs
Author: Vienna Waits (vienna_waits)
Pairing: Gen
Rating: G
Length: ~12,500 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Ray has the unenviable assignment of protecting the dog show from protesters. But when the problems escalate to a riot, a dognapping, local mobsters and smuggling, it becomes clear that Dief is Ray and Fraser's ticket to being undercover on the inside. Irresistible, right? Yes! This is a rollicking ride through life inside a dog show, which is in some ways naturally as cracky as the wildest Due South adventures. The story is told from various POVs, but it's Dief's show all the way, from his pining after comely females, to his "training" in the agility ring, to his overcoming stage fright, to his last second heroics. Dief = love, and this story adorably proves it. The feel-good story of 2007!
Dief could hardly believe his good fortune. Yesterday, he'd had to content himself with catching stray scents that drifted out of the building, tantalizing little whiffs of dogs and people and food and a dozen other things all mixed together into a delightful perfume, but today, he was going inside as an eagerly awaited guest. He'd seen the kibble and Cheetos being packed at the kitchen counter, but that was nothing compared to what he could score off the soft-hearted dog owners. He pranced in delight and voiced his pleasure at this turn of events.
"Yes, yes," Ben said, looking down knowingly at him, "easy hunting indeed. Just don't make yourself sick like you did at the Christmas party last year."
The hall was full of noise and smells and comely females of every persuasion. Human females seemed to vastly outnumber the human males here too, and he felt Ben tensing up at the other end of the leash.
Ben first steered Dief to a "Welcome Table" that was utterly devoid of food, and thus not at all welcoming to Dief's way of thinking. Ben was given something inedible and boring-smelling that he stuck on his shirt (Ben said it was his "armband" even though it wasn't on his arm) and sent to a very specific piece of territory set aside for them in something called the Exhibitor Crating Area. Dief thought this sounded very formal and wondered if it would include a butler and a fruit basket.
Gone to the Dogs
Author: J S Cavalcante (
j_s_cavalcante)Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~42,500 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This story hits so many of my kinks, it could have been written for me! It's a lovely, long piece, which I didn't even notice right away—I was immediately sucked in by JS's superb Ray voice, tight inside his head as he's slightly off-balance from a shock (see excerpt). As the story unfolds, there's wonderful kid!fic that completely avoids the syrup while still bringing the love. There's the much-needed aftermath of Mountie and Soul and the revisiting of Levon—one of my favorite eps and one-shot characters. There are great and very real original characters in the fic, and Ray interacts with them wonderfully. The reader can very easily see it coming, what Ray is going to do about his situation, and yet JS lets it unfold naturally, without rushing it. And there's what seems to be a clear development of a common romance cliche in the Ray/Fraser storyline, but JS sidesteps it neatly and creates a different and very in-character coming together for them. It's a smart, insightful, emotional, beautifully written story with the pain, humor and love of the best of Due South.
The rotating lights painted the alley in rhythmic washes of red and blue. It was the only color. Everything else was wet black and drab gray. And it was so fucking cold.
Kind of funny that Ray could find Chicago cold in November after March in the Far North had almost killed him. But there were worse things than a little weather. And there were colder things than ice.
Like the thin shape Ray was leaning over. When he and Fraser found her, he'd touched her once to see if he could feel a pulse, but he'd known already. He'd called backup and managed not to freak out or puke, which he'd sometimes been known to have a problem with around corpses, but Fraser'd been right there with him, going on about something Ray didn't even remember, with that steady, calm voice like he used with the sled dogs, and Ray'd kept his cool.
Till now, anyway. Till he got a good look at her face and recognized her. Her eyes were supposed to be brown, but they looked gunmetal gray in the alley light. They were half-open, and Ray tried not to look at them, tried to just take in the details, do his job, not think about anything else. Her skin wasn't warm brown like it should have been, but gray, too, like everything else in this goddamned alley, like the pile of trash a couple feet away.
She looked like she'd been thrown here just like that.
Ray's stomach got tight and queasy at that thought. He asked his cop instincts whether she could have fallen this way by accident or whether she'd been placed here, but his cop instincts were haywire. He couldn't get a good read.
He tried to make himself focus. No wounds, he couldn't see any wounds. There was no smell or sight of blood. So maybe she'd ODed and fallen here, maybe it was what he'd warned her about so many times, which she never listened, and now it was too late.
Tip, Slide, Tumble
Title: Gone to the Dogs
Author: Vienna Waits (
vienna_waits)Pairing: Gen
Rating: G
Length: ~12,500 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Ray has the unenviable assignment of protecting the dog show from protesters. But when the problems escalate to a riot, a dognapping, local mobsters and smuggling, it becomes clear that Dief is Ray and Fraser's ticket to being undercover on the inside. Irresistible, right? Yes! This is a rollicking ride through life inside a dog show, which is in some ways naturally as cracky as the wildest Due South adventures. The story is told from various POVs, but it's Dief's show all the way, from his pining after comely females, to his "training" in the agility ring, to his overcoming stage fright, to his last second heroics. Dief = love, and this story adorably proves it. The feel-good story of 2007!
Dief could hardly believe his good fortune. Yesterday, he'd had to content himself with catching stray scents that drifted out of the building, tantalizing little whiffs of dogs and people and food and a dozen other things all mixed together into a delightful perfume, but today, he was going inside as an eagerly awaited guest. He'd seen the kibble and Cheetos being packed at the kitchen counter, but that was nothing compared to what he could score off the soft-hearted dog owners. He pranced in delight and voiced his pleasure at this turn of events.
"Yes, yes," Ben said, looking down knowingly at him, "easy hunting indeed. Just don't make yourself sick like you did at the Christmas party last year."
The hall was full of noise and smells and comely females of every persuasion. Human females seemed to vastly outnumber the human males here too, and he felt Ben tensing up at the other end of the leash.
Ben first steered Dief to a "Welcome Table" that was utterly devoid of food, and thus not at all welcoming to Dief's way of thinking. Ben was given something inedible and boring-smelling that he stuck on his shirt (Ben said it was his "armband" even though it wasn't on his arm) and sent to a very specific piece of territory set aside for them in something called the Exhibitor Crating Area. Dief thought this sounded very formal and wondered if it would include a butler and a fruit basket.
Gone to the Dogs
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Date: 2008-01-09 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-10 01:32 am (UTC)Anyhoo, no great bravery for me to post recs -- just try to stop me! Heh. This fandom, so full of the good stuff. Yum! I'm so glad Recs Redux is back!
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Date: 2008-01-10 06:30 am (UTC)Which is only fair, since Tip, Slide, Tumble was one of my top three...but you beat me to it *g*
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Date: 2008-01-10 08:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-10 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-01-10 04:27 pm (UTC)(I was serious that it could have been written for me! I had wondered if it might have been written by one of my DS Romance teammates with whom I'd brainstormed about kid!fic and ep teens like Levon whom I'd love to see again. But it was you, totally on the wavelength!)
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Date: 2008-01-10 04:57 pm (UTC)Aw, thanks! I really appreciate it, especially now, when I'm down in the trenches with the next story, which is also wanting to be a novel, and which I have 18 days or less to finish, come hell or Lake Michigan. :)
(I was serious that it could have been written for me!
I understand; I totally felt that way about
I had wondered if it might have been written by one of my DS Romance teammates with whom I'd brainstormed about kid!fic and ep teens like Levon whom I'd love to see again. But it was you, totally on the wavelength!)
Cool. Yeah, I'm special like that, hee! With the channeling stuff from the mass consciousness, and all. :) Interesting that this story was written at the request of the Angstmistress, eh? She is secretly a sap! D'you hear that, Nos? :)
As for Levon, I'd always wanted to do more with him, and the last time I watched "Mountie and Soul," I noticed that long, long look and really pretty smile he gives Ray when he's heading to the locker room at the beginning of the ep (after Ray tells him twice, "Don't get cocky!" Heh). I was screencapping the ep, too, so I saw a lot of things that I might've missed in earlier viewings. And Levon was just too pretty and too sweet for me not to notice and make something of it. Plus there's all that touchy-feely stuff in the boxing scenes. So that roiled around in my subconscious, I guess, and it surfaced when I had to sit down and try to figure out a unique way for Ray and Fraser to get a kid (when I started brainstorming I was sure all the ideas had already been done). Once I got the image of Danitra and Jackson in my head and realized what community I would set the story in, Levon had to be in it.
Not to tease you, but I had some more Gay!Levon stuff that I didn't use in the story that I might use somewhere else. :)
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Date: 2008-01-10 11:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-11 02:00 am (UTC)Because the Gay!Levon thing can't happen for a long time; I have not only the story I mentioned but another long one getting down to the wire, and two or three other long pieces in the queue after those. And then there's art school, which starts at the end of the month. So I'm not going to get to an actual complete Levon story for a while. But apparently I have prepared an appetizer for you. Hang on a bit. :)
ETA: Okay, go look (http://j-s-cavalcante.livejournal.com/20535.html)! It is for you! Happy More Joy Day!!!
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Date: 2008-01-11 04:25 am (UTC)