[identity profile] kassrachel.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] ds_flashfiction
This may be predictable, but it amuses me anyway, so here goes.

Behind Closed Doors


Not long after dawn, the morning after he invited Fraser to move in with him, Ray was awakened by weird sounds coming from his hall closet. Knocking. Banging. A low repeated whine that sounded suspiciously like sawing.

At the time, it didn't occur to him that the noises and the invitation to cohabitate were related. This was the city, so it wasn't like an animal could've gotten trapped in there. Seemed like it had to be a person. But how had whoever-it-was broken in, and why was he in the closet with the winter coats and the old hockey gear? Was it a homeless guy? Some kind of drug addict? Someone Ray (or, worse, Vecchio) had put behind bars who was out now and desperate for revenge?

Ray grabbed his gun and advanced towards the closet door, slowly, wishing he'd had time for coffee before trying to deal with some fucked-up fugitive. He grabbed the door handle and yanked it open, shouting, "Police!"

And blinked. Confused. Because inside his closet door was a kindly-looking white-haired guy in paint-spattered Carhartt's and a river-driver shirt, standing over a pair of sawhorses. Behind the guy was the frame of a small shack. There was a whole landscape, for God's sake, dry fall grasses and tall skinny pine trees and a cloudless sky.

"There's no need for police here, son," the man said. "You've got a Mountie under your roof now."

"Uh," Ray said, feeling like he was missing something. Like maybe his brain.

The man chuckled. "Soon enough you'll have two. Caroline always said two was more'n enough."

Closet guy seemed to be waiting for a response. Ray managed a "Right," as if that explained everything. Who the hell was Caroline? For that matter, who was the old guy in his closet?

The man nodded his head toward the hinges. "Mind closing the door? You're letting out a bit of a draft."

The sawdust, Ray noticed, was blowing into his apartment. "Sure thing," he said, and closed the closet door.

He looked down at the dust and wood shavings which absolutely did not belong in his apartment, and decided this was some kind of temporary weirdness. It was projection, that was it. Subconsciously he was freaked-out about committing to Fraser, committing himself to Fraser, the whole two-people-under-one-roof thing, so he was fabricating imaginary men in his closets.

Men in his closets. Heh. That was a good one. Subtle, right? His therapist would be laughing all the way to the bank, if he had one. A therapist. Or a bank, for that matter.

Or a brain.

It was way too early to be awake.

Ray walked into the kitchen, put the gun down, stared blankly at the coffee pot, and decided to go back to bed.

He burrowed back under the covers. He could still faintly hear the sound of hammering, which maybe wasn't a good sign for his sanity. Just for good measure, he got back up and closed his bedroom door, too...

(500 words)

Date: 2003-10-02 09:52 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] akite.livejournal.com
This may be predictable, but it amuses me anyway, so here goes

I didn't find it predictable, but it amused me highly. Poor Ray doesn't know what he's let himself in for, does he? ::snicker::

Date: 2003-10-02 10:07 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] the-star-fish.livejournal.com
You give good Bob.

(Feeling better?)

Date: 2003-10-02 10:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mergatrude.livejournal.com
Oh yes, definitely amused. I can just picture the pained expression on Fraser's face ...

Date: 2003-10-02 10:31 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] dsudis.livejournal.com
Whee! Ray just didn't realize he was signing up for the Deluxe Mountie Cohabitation package, that's all... ;)

relatively speaking

Date: 2003-10-02 11:16 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] theodosia.livejournal.com
"If you marry a man, you marry his relatives." :-)

Date: 2003-10-03 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jenboo.livejournal.com
oh dear!! Just wait until Ray figures out that his father-in-law is setting up house in the bedroom closet!
Eek!

You're letting out a draft...*snicker*
Thanks for the giggles! Hope you're less sniffly...

Date: 2003-10-03 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirty-diana.livejournal.com
Bob!fic, yay! Lovely.

Date: 2003-10-03 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wildmachinery.livejournal.com
"There's no need for police here, son," the man said. "You've got a Mountie under your roof now."

"Uh," Ray said, feeling like he was missing something. Like maybe his brain.


So cute. And yay, Fraser Sr. I always like seeing him around. In closets. Great job. :-)

-mercy

Date: 2003-10-03 12:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] byob-kenobi.livejournal.com
Hooray! Bob!

I love how you said so much in such a short space. Wonderful!

Date: 2003-10-03 02:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xsmoonshine.livejournal.com
Oh no! Is Bob sure he wants to move into the closet just down the hall? You know, from where his son and Ray are... or is he thinking some kind of chaperone thing, until Ray does the honourable thing by Benton and marries him? *g*

Date: 2003-10-03 04:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chesamus.livejournal.com
Hope it has good soundproofing. Thanks for making me lauh - I needed that today!

Date: 2003-10-03 06:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rubyrosered.livejournal.com
LOL Poor Ray!

Date: 2003-10-04 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rowanfairchild.livejournal.com
Hee! Bob meets the boyfriend. This was a lot of fun. :-)

-R

Date: 2003-10-06 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cesperanza.livejournal.com
This is classic. Totally classic. I love stories where Ray interacts with Bob, just because it seems calculated to send Ray entirely off his rocker, which I find funny. Great job!

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