Black and White
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ds_flashfictionPosting this for MoonPuppy, who is new to this community. Welcome, MoonPuppy!
I was dragged into this LJ thing by Ardent and Kellie - well, Ardent pimped
the LJ and Kellie pimped the fiction. Here's my first finished fic of any
kind in a long, long time. Posted courtesy of the lovely Ardent. 458 words.
In the winter they drove Ben's car. Well, not so much a car as an SUV. Well,
okay, not so much an SUV, but the mother of SUVs, a 1976 Dodge Ramcharger
with full-time four-wheel-drive that Ray picked up for a song when Ben
pointed out that the Goat was not up to the rigors of a Chicago winter.
Which Ray agreed with. And privately snickered that they had a 'Ram' to go
with their 'Goat'.
So, when the phone rang at 2:47 a.m. and Welsh addressed the fact that both
gentlemen's appearance at the station be post-haste, they drove the Ram
through the early-morning darkness to the 2-7.
Ray yawned, and took one hand off the steering wheel to scrub at his face.
"D'you suppose Welsh lives at the station, Frase? Like, instead of going
home, he pushes his desk aside, opens a hidden hatch in the floor, and
there's like an apartment between the third and second floors?"
Ben looked from the black and white vista of a snow-covered city without
electricity to his partner. His first response, 'Don't be silly, Ray', was
withheld. Instead, he said, "And how tall do you suppose Mrs. Welsh to be?"
Ray shook his head in the darkness, steering the vehicle through a
stalled-car-filled intersection, plowing through the five foot high drifts
of snow as if on dry pavement. "Don't be silly, Frase. She's normal height.
They just live, whatcha call, sideways. Cuz if there's a inter-dimensional
whatchacallit that lets the Luie live under his desk, o' course there's
gotta be a, I dunno, something that turns them sideways so they can fit."
Ben raised an eyebrow at Ray's early-morning description. Usually his
partner didn't get carried away by flights of fancy until the third pot of
coffee of the day. "And there's some sort of black-hole phenomena that
allows them all the room for their furniture and day to day living space?"
"O' course," Ray yawned again. Ben passed him his travel cup of coffee which
Ray gratefully sipped. "I know that's why you drink coffee, Frase. So I
can."
Ben only smiled. Because Ray couldn't move to Canada immediately after their
adventure, Ben had turned his transfer offers down and returned to the
Consulate in Chicago with him. And found, to his amazement, that his
resentment of the city was nullified by the happiness he found with his
partner. And nights like this, when the snow came thick and heavy, and the
power-grid gave into the force that was Mother Nature, and he and Ray were
called to supplement the patrol-force because of the black-out, he found
that he loved Chicago. And he loved the darkness. And he loved the snow. And
he loved Ray.
I was dragged into this LJ thing by Ardent and Kellie - well, Ardent pimped
the LJ and Kellie pimped the fiction. Here's my first finished fic of any
kind in a long, long time. Posted courtesy of the lovely Ardent. 458 words.
In the winter they drove Ben's car. Well, not so much a car as an SUV. Well,
okay, not so much an SUV, but the mother of SUVs, a 1976 Dodge Ramcharger
with full-time four-wheel-drive that Ray picked up for a song when Ben
pointed out that the Goat was not up to the rigors of a Chicago winter.
Which Ray agreed with. And privately snickered that they had a 'Ram' to go
with their 'Goat'.
So, when the phone rang at 2:47 a.m. and Welsh addressed the fact that both
gentlemen's appearance at the station be post-haste, they drove the Ram
through the early-morning darkness to the 2-7.
Ray yawned, and took one hand off the steering wheel to scrub at his face.
"D'you suppose Welsh lives at the station, Frase? Like, instead of going
home, he pushes his desk aside, opens a hidden hatch in the floor, and
there's like an apartment between the third and second floors?"
Ben looked from the black and white vista of a snow-covered city without
electricity to his partner. His first response, 'Don't be silly, Ray', was
withheld. Instead, he said, "And how tall do you suppose Mrs. Welsh to be?"
Ray shook his head in the darkness, steering the vehicle through a
stalled-car-filled intersection, plowing through the five foot high drifts
of snow as if on dry pavement. "Don't be silly, Frase. She's normal height.
They just live, whatcha call, sideways. Cuz if there's a inter-dimensional
whatchacallit that lets the Luie live under his desk, o' course there's
gotta be a, I dunno, something that turns them sideways so they can fit."
Ben raised an eyebrow at Ray's early-morning description. Usually his
partner didn't get carried away by flights of fancy until the third pot of
coffee of the day. "And there's some sort of black-hole phenomena that
allows them all the room for their furniture and day to day living space?"
"O' course," Ray yawned again. Ben passed him his travel cup of coffee which
Ray gratefully sipped. "I know that's why you drink coffee, Frase. So I
can."
Ben only smiled. Because Ray couldn't move to Canada immediately after their
adventure, Ben had turned his transfer offers down and returned to the
Consulate in Chicago with him. And found, to his amazement, that his
resentment of the city was nullified by the happiness he found with his
partner. And nights like this, when the snow came thick and heavy, and the
power-grid gave into the force that was Mother Nature, and he and Ray were
called to supplement the patrol-force because of the black-out, he found
that he loved Chicago. And he loved the darkness. And he loved the snow. And
he loved Ray.
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Date: 2003-10-12 07:42 am (UTC)okay, not so much an SUV, but the mother of SUVs, a 1976 Dodge Ramcharger
with full-time four-wheel-drive that Ray picked up for a song when Ben
pointed out that the Goat was not up to the rigors of a Chicago winter.
Which Ray agreed with. And privately snickered that they had a 'Ram' to go
with their 'Goat'.
Beautiful! Lovely, lovely first-finished-fic-in-a-long-long-time. I know how that is, and I congratulate you on your tenacity, not to mention your writing style. Keep it up, eh? Great job.
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Date: 2003-10-12 03:58 pm (UTC)MoonPuppy
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Date: 2003-10-12 07:44 am (UTC)And of course, I love the ending. Very nice! Welcome.
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Date: 2003-10-12 03:59 pm (UTC)MoonPuppy
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Date: 2003-10-12 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-12 04:00 pm (UTC)MoonPuppy
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Date: 2003-10-12 07:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-12 04:01 pm (UTC)I caused grinnage!
MoonPuppy
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Date: 2003-10-12 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-12 04:02 pm (UTC)I almost thought it was too much, but that's how it felt it needed to be said.
Thanks.
MoonPuppy
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Date: 2003-10-12 01:44 pm (UTC)power-grid gave into the force that was Mother Nature, and he and Ray were
called to supplement the patrol-force because of the black-out, he found
that he loved Chicago. And he loved the darkness. And he loved the snow. And he loved Ray.
That sums it up quite nicely, doesn't it?
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Date: 2003-10-12 04:03 pm (UTC)MoonPuppy
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Date: 2003-10-12 04:06 pm (UTC)MoonPuppy
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Date: 2003-10-12 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-14 03:31 am (UTC)Ray never leaves for long, but Fraser hardly ever pops in. Ah, well.
MoonPuppy
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Date: 2003-10-12 07:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-14 03:32 am (UTC)TYVK.
MoonPuppy
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Date: 2003-10-13 12:26 am (UTC)And bless you, Ardent!
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Date: 2003-10-14 03:33 am (UTC)Yep. Lay that blame on Ardent, bless her little heart.
MoonPuppy
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Date: 2003-10-13 02:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-14 03:48 am (UTC)I don't know that it's gone, more like a hole has been drilled though, ya know?
MoonPuppy