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ds_flashfictionFade to Black
by Persian Slipper
Thanks to YeungMaiSu for the beta.
Flash of red out of the corner of his eye. Fraser? Nah, couldn’t be, Fraser didn’t wear tight little mini-dresses or stiletto heels. If Fraser ever were to get in drag (he snickered at the thought) it would probably be something homey and flannel. He slowed down to take a look anyway.
The chick was ok looking, not a knockout but not a dog either. Actually, she looked kinda like Fraser. Not that he could really tell, his glasses were at home and he was just shy of too sloshed to be driving.
“You need a ride?” He wasn’t trying to pick her up, no he wasn’t, really, even if she did look like Fraser. In fact, she would be the perfect girl-Fraser.
She turned and looked at him. Her face screwed up funny for a minute, like maybe she knew him, but then she just walked toward the car and said in a voice that would be what girl-Fraser sounded like, “Thank you kindly.”
They wound up back at his place. She hadn’t said anything the entire way, just looked at him accusingly when she got a whiff of the whisky on his breath and went back to fiddling with her purse. He hadn’t planned on bringing her back here, but hey, she didn’t seem to mind.
“You wanna come up?” It was a polite invitation, nothing implied. Really.
She nodded and followed him up the stairs and into his apartment.
“I’m getting another drink, you want something?”
“Tea, please.” God, she was Fraser, the female version.
After he had had another three shots or so and she had finished sipping her tea, something happened. They were plastered up against one wall then, and Ray was sliding on hand up her skirt…
***
When he cracked open his eyes, he knew it wasn’t worth it to get up. The hangover was his first sign, but the blackout from last night was right on its heels. He had brought home a chick and then? And then it faded to black.
He groaned and shifted, trying to get back to sleep. Sleep would make the hangover go away and would put off him having to deal with the consequences of last night. Too bad he bumped into the warm form next him.
“Ray?” It was Fraser’s voice, but what the hell was Fraser doing in bed with him? He had picked up a chick last night, not Fraser.
“Ray? You need to get up. You promised Lieutenant Welsh you would have the paperwork he asked for on his desk by noon.” Fraser’s nagging was not making his hangover better. It was also not answering the question of why Fraser was in bed with him.
“Frase?” God, his mouth felt like somebody was using it as a Q-tip holder. “What th’ hell are you doin’ here?”
“You invited me here last night, do you recall?”
“Lassnight? But I had a chick over.”
“Ray, when you invited me up you were slightly drunk, but there was no woman in your apartment. And I did spend the night here, so I would have noticed if there was.”
His brain hurt from trying to think. But the pieces were slipping into place anyway. “That was you?”
“Yes, Ray, I thought you had realized…” Fraser trailed off, but the blush could be heard.
“Wa - wa – wait.” His aching brain got the picture, but that just made him more confused. “You were dressed like a girl. And –and – and I kissed you.”
“Yes, you did, Ray.” Fraser’s voice was slow and patient, like he was a teacher letting him figure out the something on his own.
The fact he was naked finally sank in. The clue-bus that they were both naked arrived about a minute after.
“Did we, did we fuck, Frase?”
“It was delightful, Ray.” Fraser’s voice was all false cheer, like he expected him to kick him in the head right there.
He groaned, rolled over, and pulled the pillow over his head.
“Ray?”
He lifted one corner of the pillow. “Fraser. Leave me alone.”
“But Ray--”
“Fraser. I fucked my cross-dressing partner last night because I was drunk and horny and thought he was a she and was too drunk to notice the difference when it mattered. I need a little time to process.”
“Fine. I will inform Lieutenant Welsh you are ill today.” Fraser’s voice was pissy-Mountie cold.
He burrowed deeper into the covers. It was going to be a really crappy day.
***
By the time he was conscious and capable of pretending to be human again, Fraser had finished puttering around the kitchen and had gotten in the shower. He didn’t want to think about what Fraser was planning on wearing back to the Consulate.
He sat down at the counter and sipped at the coffee Fraser had made. Instant, but with those chocolate Canadian things in it. Christ, that was Fraser: get fucked one night, get fucked over the next morning, and he still was courteous enough to put candy in the coffee.
He tried to think back to last night. He couldn’t remember the sex. All he could remember was the kissing. When had he realized he was about to fuck Fraser? When had he stopped caring?
He put down the coffee and put his head in his hands. It still kinda ached. The deep thought he was doing now didn’t help. He had been to bed with his guy partner, ready and willing. He had been drunk, sure, and Fraser had looked like a women when they started, fine, and he couldn’t remember a thing, but still, he had done it with a guy. A guy who acted like he might want to do it again.
He looked down at the coffee. He thought about Fraser naked in the shower. He thought about what they might have done last night. He thought about what Fraser might want to do some other time. He thought about what he might want to some other time.
When he looked up again, Fraser was coming out of the shower. They towel he was wearing didn’t hide much. It was a good look for Fraser. He made up his mind.
“Hey, Frase, you want to show me what we did last night?” Big plunge he was taking. He hoped it show too much in his voice.
Fraser looked at him like he had grown moose antlers or something. “I take it you are done ‘processing’, Ray?”
“Yeah. Sorry ‘bout earlier.” That was sincere. He was sorry he hurt Fraser.
“Accepted. You will be pleased to hear that Lieutenant Welsh has extended the deadline on your paperwork and Inspector Thatcher has granted me the day off after our work last night on the raid.” Fraser was formal polite, but not in the pissed off way he got sometimes.
The connection hit him. The raid. The gay bar. Fraser undercover as a transsexual ‘cause he was the only one who could actually pull off a dress. Him working back-up and not seeing Fraser ‘cause he was out celebrating with the squad and Fraser was going back to the Consulate to change. Explained a lot, didn’t it, Detective?
“Fraser, that’s the best thing I’ve heard all morning.” It was, too. Fraser must have been able to tell, because he smiled a bit.
“Glad to hear it.”
“Now, are you going to get with the showing or what?”
“It would be my pleasure.” He smiled big. They were good.
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Date: 2003-08-10 12:02 am (UTC)Heeeeee!! Loved the Q-tip line as well--perfect description of hangover mouth.
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Date: 2003-08-11 12:20 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2003-08-10 12:27 am (UTC)So... many... good... lines!!!!
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Date: 2003-08-11 12:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-10 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-11 12:22 am (UTC)Pissy! Fraser
Date: 2003-08-10 02:54 am (UTC)Thanks,
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Re: Pissy! Fraser
Date: 2003-08-11 12:32 am (UTC)TYK!
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Date: 2003-08-10 03:44 am (UTC)Yes, and "it was delightful."
Heh. I certainly found it so.
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Date: 2003-08-11 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-11 12:28 am (UTC)::is very flattered::
Drunk!Ray wasn't doing so hot with the whole repression thing. Which is why Miss Fraser was such an easy target.
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Date: 2003-08-11 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-10 03:41 pm (UTC)Yeah, I just bet! ::grin::
refering beck to a previous comment to a previous story, I guess cliches are cleches because they work so well. Nicely done!
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Date: 2003-08-11 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-11 12:20 am (UTC)"""He sat down at the counter and sipped at the coffee Fraser had made. Instant, but with those chocolate Canadian things in it. Christ, that was Fraser: get fucked one night, get fucked over the next morning, and he still was courteous enough to put candy in the coffee."""
I loved this part.
Liz
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Date: 2003-08-11 12:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-11 04:54 pm (UTC)This was so freaking good. I just love the tipsy confusion of Ray at the start. I love the funny looks he gets from the "girl" and I love that they wind up plastered against a wall (I have a very big thing with boys making out against walls, sigh).
I love this:
He looked down at the coffee. He thought about Fraser naked in the shower. He thought about what they might have done last night. He thought about what Fraser might want to do some other time. He thought about what he might want to some other time.
I think I also have a thing for almost-in-denial Ray, where his mind goes places and he just kinda follows along. And I love the explanation for how the whole thing played out.
And you get extra points from me for yummy Fraser in a little towel.
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Date: 2011-10-06 04:16 am (UTC)And too MANY good lines in this story to quote them without quoting almost all of it!