Miracle Challenge
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ds_flashfictionTitle: Good Miracle
Author: Fabella
Rating: PG-13 (language, innuendo)
Summary: There’s nudity. Go figure.
Pairing: Fraser/RayK.
Disclaimer: Don’t blame me. Blame television. And everyone that pimped F/K to me. It rots your teeth. Or your brain. Or something.
Notes: I didn’t mean to write this, but I’m easy and easily distracted. It all kind of came together in my head when I saw the challenge. This is my first go at a due South fic, or second, if you count the one that I'm supposed to have finished but that I've decided I don't.
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Ray Kowalski woke up suddenly, with images of The Queen and Purple Toothpaste in his head. Whoa. Earthquake. No. A big hand shaking his shoulder. Ray tensed and was about to reach for the gun on his night stand when he made out the very distinct shape of a Mountie In Uniform. There wasn’t really another shape quite like it.
Fraser reached over and switched on the lamp, and Ray’s eyes slowly adjusted to the light.
“Fraser?”
Fraser seemed to think the right reply was getting naked.
Ray decided it was either a miracle or Fraser was about to endanger his life in a wildly bizarre way. Either way, he felt he needed to be awake to properly appreciate the event. He rubbed his eyes hard, and then he mostly stared and clutched his blankets while Fraser started shucking his clothes like he had ants in his boots, no, no, his uniform, now his...
Ray rubbed his eyes again.
Okay. He could deal with this. He would. As soon as Ray could blink, wet his dry eyeballs a little, he’d open his mouth and ask Fraser just what the heck he thought he was doing.
* * *
“Hello, Ray,” said Fraser, with a pretty intense expression on his face.
Someone, somewhere, was obviously dumping toxic crap in a lake. No other explanation.
“Uh. Urg.” Ray blinked. “Ya do know you’re naked right?”
Naked. Really naked. Really hot, and really naked. Who knew the Mountie had a body like that? Well, okay, so he’d known, but he’d never seen it up close like this. In Person, In Surround Sound, In Living Color. This was like the first time Stella had let him touch her boobs, except better, because Fraser was Fraser and he had skin that made snow pissed as shit.
“It is rather chilly in here. I don’t know how I could miss it.”
Ray nodded slowly. “Okay. That makes strange sense.” So Fraser was still sane. Fraser Sane anyway. “Maybe I’m off my rocker here, but I gotta ask this, I gotta. Why this sudden need to be naked? Naked here?”
“I thought that would be obvious.”
“Dammit, Fraser, if you tell me it’s something to do with some kind of weird Canadian tradition where a Mountie has to get naked in their startled -- but still disarmingly attractive -- male partner’s bedroom, I will *not* be held responsible for the things I do.”
“Ray, I can say with sincerity that this is not a weird Canadian tradition of any kind. Although, in all honesty, what I’m about to do happens often in Canada.”
“Well, then.” Ray carefully sat up in bed. “Good. I guess. So, in what way am I about to risk my life and how painful can I expect my death to be? Terrorists? Someone littering? Little old ladies need help crossing the street? Or something else and this somehow involves the lack of clothes?”
Fraser smiled at him, cheek to cheek. Damn, but the man looked good wearing nothing but a grin. Women of the world be warned, Fraser had a few weapons in his arsenal. Some of them he obviously kept in his pants.
And dammit. That was Fraser’s hunting grin.
“I’m not leaving this bed,” Ray stated firmly, but there was a whine in his voice. “You understand me? This bed will not be vacated by my skinny ass. I don’t care what plant is in danger because I am not moving. I am not--”
Fraser licked his lips, which always shut Ray up good. And then, much to Ray’s astonishment, climbed onto his bed. Stalked, maybe. But definitely got the job done.
“You see, Ray, life’s a miracle,” Fraser explained. “It’s meant to be treasured.”
Ray’s eyes widened as Fraser leaned forward.
* * *
Whoa. Good miracle.
The End.
Author: Fabella
Rating: PG-13 (language, innuendo)
Summary: There’s nudity. Go figure.
Pairing: Fraser/RayK.
Disclaimer: Don’t blame me. Blame television. And everyone that pimped F/K to me. It rots your teeth. Or your brain. Or something.
Notes: I didn’t mean to write this, but I’m easy and easily distracted. It all kind of came together in my head when I saw the challenge. This is my first go at a due South fic, or second, if you count the one that I'm supposed to have finished but that I've decided I don't.
* * *
Ray Kowalski woke up suddenly, with images of The Queen and Purple Toothpaste in his head. Whoa. Earthquake. No. A big hand shaking his shoulder. Ray tensed and was about to reach for the gun on his night stand when he made out the very distinct shape of a Mountie In Uniform. There wasn’t really another shape quite like it.
Fraser reached over and switched on the lamp, and Ray’s eyes slowly adjusted to the light.
“Fraser?”
Fraser seemed to think the right reply was getting naked.
Ray decided it was either a miracle or Fraser was about to endanger his life in a wildly bizarre way. Either way, he felt he needed to be awake to properly appreciate the event. He rubbed his eyes hard, and then he mostly stared and clutched his blankets while Fraser started shucking his clothes like he had ants in his boots, no, no, his uniform, now his...
Ray rubbed his eyes again.
Okay. He could deal with this. He would. As soon as Ray could blink, wet his dry eyeballs a little, he’d open his mouth and ask Fraser just what the heck he thought he was doing.
* * *
“Hello, Ray,” said Fraser, with a pretty intense expression on his face.
Someone, somewhere, was obviously dumping toxic crap in a lake. No other explanation.
“Uh. Urg.” Ray blinked. “Ya do know you’re naked right?”
Naked. Really naked. Really hot, and really naked. Who knew the Mountie had a body like that? Well, okay, so he’d known, but he’d never seen it up close like this. In Person, In Surround Sound, In Living Color. This was like the first time Stella had let him touch her boobs, except better, because Fraser was Fraser and he had skin that made snow pissed as shit.
“It is rather chilly in here. I don’t know how I could miss it.”
Ray nodded slowly. “Okay. That makes strange sense.” So Fraser was still sane. Fraser Sane anyway. “Maybe I’m off my rocker here, but I gotta ask this, I gotta. Why this sudden need to be naked? Naked here?”
“I thought that would be obvious.”
“Dammit, Fraser, if you tell me it’s something to do with some kind of weird Canadian tradition where a Mountie has to get naked in their startled -- but still disarmingly attractive -- male partner’s bedroom, I will *not* be held responsible for the things I do.”
“Ray, I can say with sincerity that this is not a weird Canadian tradition of any kind. Although, in all honesty, what I’m about to do happens often in Canada.”
“Well, then.” Ray carefully sat up in bed. “Good. I guess. So, in what way am I about to risk my life and how painful can I expect my death to be? Terrorists? Someone littering? Little old ladies need help crossing the street? Or something else and this somehow involves the lack of clothes?”
Fraser smiled at him, cheek to cheek. Damn, but the man looked good wearing nothing but a grin. Women of the world be warned, Fraser had a few weapons in his arsenal. Some of them he obviously kept in his pants.
And dammit. That was Fraser’s hunting grin.
“I’m not leaving this bed,” Ray stated firmly, but there was a whine in his voice. “You understand me? This bed will not be vacated by my skinny ass. I don’t care what plant is in danger because I am not moving. I am not--”
Fraser licked his lips, which always shut Ray up good. And then, much to Ray’s astonishment, climbed onto his bed. Stalked, maybe. But definitely got the job done.
“You see, Ray, life’s a miracle,” Fraser explained. “It’s meant to be treasured.”
Ray’s eyes widened as Fraser leaned forward.
* * *
Whoa. Good miracle.
The End.
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Date: 2004-04-10 07:15 pm (UTC)Fraser had a few weapons in his arsenal. Some of them he obviously kept in his pants.
Big, wide cheek to cheek smile here. Yes, indeed, Ray needs to wake up and get with the program. His ship has come in. My 'ship too, since I'm a complete F/K fan.
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Date: 2004-04-11 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-11 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-10 07:55 pm (UTC)May I say again Whoa?! And may I also say welcome - we're pretty good at subverting unsuspecting writers to our side of the fence...
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Date: 2004-04-11 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-11 03:34 am (UTC)I’m not leaving this bed,” Ray stated firmly, but there was a whine in his voice. “You understand me? This bed will not be vacated by my skinny ass. I don’t care what plant is in danger because I am not moving. I am not-- *giggle* Yes Ray, we understand!
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Date: 2004-04-11 03:05 pm (UTC)And Fraser naked? Always a good time for everyone. :D
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Date: 2004-04-11 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-11 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-11 06:00 am (UTC)“Dammit, Fraser, if you tell me it’s something to do with some kind of weird Canadian tradition where a Mountie has to get naked in their startled -- but still disarmingly attractive -- male partner’s bedroom, I will *not* be held responsible for the things I do.”
So Ray and so sexy at the same time. *purr*
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Date: 2004-04-11 03:07 pm (UTC)Thanks, darling. I was hoping I got the voices, but you can never be sure until someone else hears them too.
Hmm. The way I wrote that sounds... odd. ;)
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Date: 2004-04-11 07:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-11 03:08 pm (UTC)Or I would. If anyone would take me seriously. ;)
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Date: 2004-04-11 07:41 am (UTC)Yay! Naked!Fraser and Snarky!Ray--my favourite combo!
*does the happy dance of joy*
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Date: 2004-04-11 03:09 pm (UTC)Hey, you pimped, I bought. I can't help it that I'm easy. :D
::hugs and dances with you::
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Date: 2004-04-11 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-11 03:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-11 06:56 pm (UTC)*snap*
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Date: 2004-04-11 08:25 pm (UTC)“Uh. Urg.” Ray blinked. “Ya do know you're naked right?”
As Bob would say, "The Yank tends to miss the obvious, doesn't he?" [grin]
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Date: 2004-04-12 11:35 am (UTC)Exactly! Naked!Fraser should be just that 'hit over the head', but man, Ray's got oblivious issues. But hey, at least he allowed himself to enjoy the show. :D
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Date: 2004-04-12 06:08 am (UTC)So that he has no clue what he's really being faced with. Even with Fraser's "hunting smile" (I adore that) in evidence.
Nicely, nicely done. Cannot wait to see more from you.
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Date: 2004-04-12 11:40 am (UTC)...he's just been flung so very many weird things since being with Fraser that he's just in the state of sort of sitting back and waiting for an explanation to this that won't make any sort of sense to him...
Yes, that's it. That's it exactly. He's been thrown so many weird things by Fraser, that he's almost NOT shocked that Fraser is standing naked in his bedroom (but does enjoy his show!) because he's absolutely SURE it would have to be something about terrorists or Canadian rituals. ::cuddles Ray:: He's so very blind.
...Cannot wait to see more from you...
If my other story will ever finish itself, you definitely will. Fear it, darling. Fear it. ;)
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Date: 2004-04-12 07:39 am (UTC)does a little happy song and dance
"Wistful's in my fandom....Wistful's in my fandom..."
This was terrific! Funny and sweet and sexy and so very, very, very Ray, which is the most important thing, and a very funny, hot, hot, HOT Fraser and...well, I just loved this to pieces!
Thank you for posting!
crooks finger and grins "Come on in babe, the water is fiiiiine..."
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Date: 2004-04-12 11:42 am (UTC)crooks finger and grins "Come on in babe, the water is fiiiiine..."
::wades deep::
It is fine, fine, fine.