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New dS fic.
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contrelamontre; written in about 20 minutes, and unbeta'd. Know what? Didn't even run it through a spellchecker. I'm warning you!
fandom: dueSouth
pairing: Ray V/Fraser
rating: PG
episode-based: "Letting Go"
Even watching him feels like being a voyeur. But God help me, because I can't walk away from him right now. He's turned away from me, facing the window. I think he thinks that if he pretends to sleep, I'll go away. He should know better. Fraser's shoulders are too tight for me to buy into his pretense. I may be pretty stupid sometimes, but I'm not dumb.
"Do you want anything?"
The question hangs between us, and I look at him. Those are the first words he's spoken to me in the past hour. I should be asking him that; I should be asking him whether or not my firstborn child would be enough penance in exchange for what I've done to him.
With effort, he turns and he looks at me. Looks at me, questioning, his eyes looking at me with a sort of gentleness I don't deserve. "Ray."
"What, Fraser?"
"What do you want?"
"What do I want? I don't want anything."
"Then why are you here?"
"What--Jesus, Fraser, what is that supposed to mean?"
"I'm worried about you."
"I'm not the one in a hospital bed."
"I know."
"I'm not the one who--"
"--got shot in the back. Ray, I know that."
"Then what--"
"--do you want."
"Quit that."
His expression doesn't change, despite the fact that I'm snapping at him, and I can't look at him anymore. When I look at him, I can only see her, and I wonder if she's angry or scared, or if she feels like she won. I can only see Dief, who gives me the big-eyed-wolf look, as though he desperately needs me to make things better. And I can only see Fraser lying on the platform, staring--staring at nothing, my bullet in his back.
"Ray."
"What?"
"I could use some water."
"I'll get it."
"Thanks, Ray."
When I hand him the glass, his fingers touch mine. His hand shakes. I somehow manage to make my eyes lift from where our fingers are touching, and into his eyes.
"Fraser?"
"Yes?"
I love you. I love you so much it hurts to look at you.
"I can't stay long."
"That's okay."
"But I--I'll be back tomorrow."
"Ray."
"Yeah?"
"It's okay."
alisalohv expressed interest in this, I'm distinctly... embarrassed by it. Ah well. So, as I said, based on the recent first-line challenge over at contrelamontre; written in about 20 minutes, and unbeta'd. Know what? Didn't even run it through a spellchecker. I'm warning you!fandom: dueSouth
pairing: Ray V/Fraser
rating: PG
episode-based: "Letting Go"
Even watching him feels like being a voyeur. But God help me, because I can't walk away from him right now. He's turned away from me, facing the window. I think he thinks that if he pretends to sleep, I'll go away. He should know better. Fraser's shoulders are too tight for me to buy into his pretense. I may be pretty stupid sometimes, but I'm not dumb.
"Do you want anything?"
The question hangs between us, and I look at him. Those are the first words he's spoken to me in the past hour. I should be asking him that; I should be asking him whether or not my firstborn child would be enough penance in exchange for what I've done to him.
With effort, he turns and he looks at me. Looks at me, questioning, his eyes looking at me with a sort of gentleness I don't deserve. "Ray."
"What, Fraser?"
"What do you want?"
"What do I want? I don't want anything."
"Then why are you here?"
"What--Jesus, Fraser, what is that supposed to mean?"
"I'm worried about you."
"I'm not the one in a hospital bed."
"I know."
"I'm not the one who--"
"--got shot in the back. Ray, I know that."
"Then what--"
"--do you want."
"Quit that."
His expression doesn't change, despite the fact that I'm snapping at him, and I can't look at him anymore. When I look at him, I can only see her, and I wonder if she's angry or scared, or if she feels like she won. I can only see Dief, who gives me the big-eyed-wolf look, as though he desperately needs me to make things better. And I can only see Fraser lying on the platform, staring--staring at nothing, my bullet in his back.
"Ray."
"What?"
"I could use some water."
"I'll get it."
"Thanks, Ray."
When I hand him the glass, his fingers touch mine. His hand shakes. I somehow manage to make my eyes lift from where our fingers are touching, and into his eyes.
"Fraser?"
"Yes?"
I love you. I love you so much it hurts to look at you.
"I can't stay long."
"That's okay."
"But I--I'll be back tomorrow."
"Ray."
"Yeah?"
"It's okay."
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....
You wrote this from one of the most pivotal eps (from of course the whole VS 1&2, Letting Go, and North arc) and it just wonderful. The hardest part, for me, is hearing RayV because he does have such a distinctive voice, but you have his internal dialogue down. I may be pretty stupid sometimes, but I'm not dumb. Very Vecchio, dear.
Thanks for posting this!
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Thank you SO much. It's wonderful finding more Ray V fans out here, after all this time!