Found whilst cleaning ...
Feb. 20th, 2004 06:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ashinae... a folded piece of paper with a bit of Fraser-Vecchio conversation. Quite clever, I think. I really enjoyed writing Due South dialogue. I don't think I write any fanfiction dialogue as well as I could write Due South dialogue. (And before you lynch me, I'm saying that I don't write dialogue better than this, not that nobody else writes DS dialogue as well as I do.)
"You have got to stop doing that."
"Stop doing what, Ray?"
A vein throbbed in Ray's forehead. Fraser had never noticed this vein before. Ray's fingers tightened around the steering wheel and he muttered something particularly colourful.
"I don't understand," Fraser confessed.
"What the hell do you mean, you 'don't understand'?" Ray demanded. "What in God's name is there that's just so fucking--"
"Ray!"
"--so... damn impossible for you to grasp? It is not your duty to throw yourself out of fifth storey windows, it is not your duty for you to recklessly endanger your life -- and my mental health! -- every time you step out of your front door! For God's sake, Benny, I almost had a heart attack today. I had chest pains! Honest-to-God chest pains! I swear, one day, while you're walking away from some ri-Goddamn-diculous stunt that not even Evel Kinevel could walk away from, you'll end up having to carry me to the fucking hospital because I've just suffered a heart attack because of you!"
Fraser was silent for a moment. "Oh."
Ray's voice shot up an octave. "Oh?"
"What I mean is -- ah --"
"Well?"
"I'm sorry, Ray."
"You're sorry."
"Yes, Ray. I'm very sorry that I threw myself out the window, but the building was on fire, and --"
"You ran into a burning building! Fraser, do you understand what I'm saying here? I show up on the scene and this paramedic tells me that 'they're saying' some psycho in a red uniform ran into the building."
"He called me a psycho?"
"I wouldn't sound so offended if I were you. That's pretty mild compared to what I was thinking."
That's it. I know I should be answering comments, but I have to go back to cleaning. Feel horribly cluttered. Is impeding my ability to get work done.
"You have got to stop doing that."
"Stop doing what, Ray?"
A vein throbbed in Ray's forehead. Fraser had never noticed this vein before. Ray's fingers tightened around the steering wheel and he muttered something particularly colourful.
"I don't understand," Fraser confessed.
"What the hell do you mean, you 'don't understand'?" Ray demanded. "What in God's name is there that's just so fucking--"
"Ray!"
"--so... damn impossible for you to grasp? It is not your duty to throw yourself out of fifth storey windows, it is not your duty for you to recklessly endanger your life -- and my mental health! -- every time you step out of your front door! For God's sake, Benny, I almost had a heart attack today. I had chest pains! Honest-to-God chest pains! I swear, one day, while you're walking away from some ri-Goddamn-diculous stunt that not even Evel Kinevel could walk away from, you'll end up having to carry me to the fucking hospital because I've just suffered a heart attack because of you!"
Fraser was silent for a moment. "Oh."
Ray's voice shot up an octave. "Oh?"
"What I mean is -- ah --"
"Well?"
"I'm sorry, Ray."
"You're sorry."
"Yes, Ray. I'm very sorry that I threw myself out the window, but the building was on fire, and --"
"You ran into a burning building! Fraser, do you understand what I'm saying here? I show up on the scene and this paramedic tells me that 'they're saying' some psycho in a red uniform ran into the building."
"He called me a psycho?"
"I wouldn't sound so offended if I were you. That's pretty mild compared to what I was thinking."
That's it. I know I should be answering comments, but I have to go back to cleaning. Feel horribly cluttered. Is impeding my ability to get work done.
