some kind of fic
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ds_flashfictionTechnically, it fits the challenge description. Really.
"What is that?"
Ray was not amused, apparently. It struck Fraser that not everyone would find the situation as curious and funny as he did, but then he had always been a bit different. Odd, if you will.
"Well, Ray, I thought it was rather obvious. It's called miracle."
He really didn't mean to be condescending, or to sound like he was, but it was strange that Ray, man of great pop culture knowledge, wouldn't know what this was about. Really, it was almost miraculous.
"Fraser, I don't care if it shits cold coins, this is not a miracle."
Ray was shrugging his shoulders, a movement that seemed to encompass his whole body and entranced Fraser like nothing else could. He rubbed his eyebrow to distract himself from the inappropriate thoughts of Ray and full-body shudders. Not that it ever really worked anymore these days.
"If you care to revisit my statement then you would know that I did not claim this was an actual miracle."
"I don't care about nothing right now except that the perps are getting away. I said to my partner, meaning you, to get transportation, because frankly I'm getting far too old to hunt these guys on foot, and you come up with this?"
And suddenly Fraser understood. Ray was anxious. Scared. Unable to look in their direction.
"It's perfectly good transportation, Ray. Really, taking into consideration the heavy traffic and the perpetrators' assumed direction through the city park, there is no faster way to follow them."
"And you just happened to come by this thing in a city."
Fraser grinned. "It's a miracle."
"You said that already."
And Ray grinned back. Suddenly, they were on the same page again. "Technically, I didn't say that. It's actually-"
Ray grinned even wider and got on the white horse right behind Fraser. He leaned closer and whispered in his ear. "You know, I really hated that movie."
--- the end
I'm truly, truly sorry for this, but the idea occurred to me in a horrendously drunken state and so I have at least the shadow of a reason to be writing such dren. It's probably much funnier if you've seen the movie Mel Brooks: History of the World - Part I. If you've seen it, you know what this is about, if not, you'll probably look at this as Ray looked at the horse.
"What is that?"
Ray was not amused, apparently. It struck Fraser that not everyone would find the situation as curious and funny as he did, but then he had always been a bit different. Odd, if you will.
"Well, Ray, I thought it was rather obvious. It's called miracle."
He really didn't mean to be condescending, or to sound like he was, but it was strange that Ray, man of great pop culture knowledge, wouldn't know what this was about. Really, it was almost miraculous.
"Fraser, I don't care if it shits cold coins, this is not a miracle."
Ray was shrugging his shoulders, a movement that seemed to encompass his whole body and entranced Fraser like nothing else could. He rubbed his eyebrow to distract himself from the inappropriate thoughts of Ray and full-body shudders. Not that it ever really worked anymore these days.
"If you care to revisit my statement then you would know that I did not claim this was an actual miracle."
"I don't care about nothing right now except that the perps are getting away. I said to my partner, meaning you, to get transportation, because frankly I'm getting far too old to hunt these guys on foot, and you come up with this?"
And suddenly Fraser understood. Ray was anxious. Scared. Unable to look in their direction.
"It's perfectly good transportation, Ray. Really, taking into consideration the heavy traffic and the perpetrators' assumed direction through the city park, there is no faster way to follow them."
"And you just happened to come by this thing in a city."
Fraser grinned. "It's a miracle."
"You said that already."
And Ray grinned back. Suddenly, they were on the same page again. "Technically, I didn't say that. It's actually-"
Ray grinned even wider and got on the white horse right behind Fraser. He leaned closer and whispered in his ear. "You know, I really hated that movie."
--- the end
I'm truly, truly sorry for this, but the idea occurred to me in a horrendously drunken state and so I have at least the shadow of a reason to be writing such dren. It's probably much funnier if you've seen the movie Mel Brooks: History of the World - Part I. If you've seen it, you know what this is about, if not, you'll probably look at this as Ray looked at the horse.
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Date: 2004-04-23 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-04-23 05:43 am (UTC)You know, this was the only thing I could think of for this challenge, and it just wouldn't write, because I was assuming Ray would be the one making the joke.
Thank you so much for setting me straight. *g* Lovely story.
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Date: 2004-04-23 06:33 am (UTC)But yeah, I was thinking about Ray making the joke, because he is the big man of popculture reference, but "History of the World" is one of those movies that only Fraser seems to know. Now, if it were Spaceballs, I think Ray might have known that, or "Robin Hood: Men in Tights" :)
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Date: 2004-04-23 06:18 am (UTC)Ray grinned even wider and got on the white horse right behind Fraser. He leaned closer and whispered in his ear. "You know, I really hated that movie."
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