[identity profile] wildmachinery.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] ds_flashfiction
since I'm slipping this one in just under the wire and I have to leave for work 5 minutes ago, I didn't have much time to edit this. unfortunately, it had to be done. don't kill me.

303 words.



Shatter

“There were three men, each approximately five foot eight, one blonde, two with brown hair.” His voice was so steady. “The blonde was wearing a dark blue shirt, a black coat, blue jeans, and leather motorcycle boots - steel-toed, I believe, which rather indicates-“

Ray broke. “Fraser, I don’t care about his goddamned boots!” He wanted to put his fist through the wall. He wanted to go find some steel-toed boots of his own to go kick the shit out of this guy. He wanted to steal Fraser out of this fluorescent-lit, antiseptic, horrible room and take care of him in peace and quiet until he stopped looking so fucking broken. He scrubbed furiously at his temples.

Fraser swallowed, dropped his eyes. “I’m afraid I can’t give you a more detailed description right now, Ray.” He gestured at his broken wrist, wrapped in a temporary splint. “I’m sorry.”

“Fraser-“ He couldn’t look at him, couldn’t look at his bruises and his cuts and the dried blood on his face that the nurse had missed, or he was going to have to kill something. “You’re taking me with you next time,” he said, and his voice was low and kind of dangerous. “You’re not going out there alone again because I do not want to have to find you like that again, clear?”

“Ray …”

“Are we clear, Fraser?”

Fraser reached over with his good hand, laced his fingers with Ray’s. Ray squeezed back. “We’re clear.”

“Good.” He relaxed a bit in his chair. “You gonna get some sleep?”

“I believe so, Ray.”

“Good. I’ll stay with you.”

Fraser smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you.”

Ray swore horribly to himself. “Don’t worry about it.”

Fraser closed his eyes. Ray trailed light fingers over the bruises on his arm, and swallowed his anger down.

-end-

Date: 2003-09-13 03:03 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] shayheyred.livejournal.com
Ooh. Ouch. This is raw and very vivid. Like Ray, I hate seeing Fraser like this. This makes me want to see the scene when the lid finally blows off Ray's anger.

Date: 2003-09-13 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] invader-jim.livejournal.com
Poor Fraser... Thanks for having Ray there to take care of him. ^_^

Date: 2003-09-13 03:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirty-diana.livejournal.com
Oh, now I'm going to cry. Nice job.

Date: 2003-09-13 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chesamus.livejournal.com
Poor Benton, possessive Ray, lovely combination.

If you like we could email your work and tell them you were unvoidably delayed because you were assisting with a police investigation. Think they'd believe us?

Date: 2003-09-13 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imkalena.livejournal.com
*whimper* I'll just fill my head with thoughts of his recuperation, since Ray can't explode 'til F's all well again.*g*

Date: 2003-09-13 11:45 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] akite.livejournal.com
I would not want to be those three guys when Ray catches them. I have vivid visions of serious head kicking. Great job.
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Date: 2003-09-13 08:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] lamardeuse.livejournal.com
A very intense bit of business. Glad you posted!

Date: 2003-09-13 11:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cesperanza.livejournal.com
Hurt Fraser just absolutely guts me. I've been debating doing an entire "hurt Fraser" challenge, except I don't know if I'd survive all those stories in a row. deep breath Also, good use of boots in terms of the challenge criteria!

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