we savvy? ...yes, ray.
Sep. 12th, 2003 10:20 pmsince 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.
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“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.
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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-
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Date: 2003-09-13 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-14 08:34 am (UTC)-mercy
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Date: 2003-09-13 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-14 08:36 am (UTC)::blinks::
::thinks::
Hmm. You've given me an idea. An evil one. Sankyuu kindly. ::grin::
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Date: 2003-09-13 03:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-14 08:38 am (UTC)Glad you liked it.
-mercy
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Date: 2003-09-13 03:59 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2003-09-14 08:43 am (UTC)Thank you kindly and I'm glad you enjoyed it.
-mercy
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Date: 2003-09-13 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-14 08:48 am (UTC)Thanks for reading.
-mercy
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Date: 2003-09-13 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-14 08:49 am (UTC)::apologies to Mac Hall::
Thank you kindly.
-mercy
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Date: 2003-09-14 08:53 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it.
-mercy
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Date: 2003-09-13 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-14 08:57 am (UTC)-mercy
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Date: 2003-09-13 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-14 09:00 am (UTC)That line about steel-toed boots came to me while I was in the shower, and the rest of it pretty much wrote itself before I'd even rinsed out my hair.
Glad you liked it!
-mercy