Scar Challenge Entry: Like a Scar
Jul. 11th, 2004 08:38 pmSo this fic grew out of a dream I had about RayK. It's not often my subconscious comes up with story ideas, so I was left with no choice but to write it. *g* Without further ado, here's
Like a Scar
by Ekaterinn
Snow. Miles and miles of it, stretching out all across the tundra. And promises to keep, thought Ray disjointedly as he trudged towards the tent Fraser was setting up. Cold and snow and too much fucking white. He could hack it. He could.
And then Fraser put his arm around Ray's shoulders, and Ray could feel the heat radiating from the body beside him as Fraser guided him to the tent and the furs. He could sleep there, warm and safe, with Fraser next to him, close enough to touch.
*
He lay on his stomach on top of his bed, the sheets sodden with sweat, in his Chicago apartment. The clock blinked 3:16 AM at him, and Ray thought he could reach up and trace the place where Fraser had rested his arm on his back, like a tattoo or a scar.
He squeezed his eyes shut, like a kid. Shouldn't think about Fraser, not with the Mountie up North and him down in civilization. Not when he couldn't hack it after all. The tundra was too different, too cold. Fraser was too distant, seemingly unable to change, however much they tried. He didn't have the skills, would have fucked up something major within a season. He'd gotten spooked, afraid to be with a guy, afraid to love again after Stella. Ray laid his head down on his folded arms and sighed. His back ached, or maybe that was his heart, and he couldn't sleep.
Like a Scar
by Ekaterinn
Snow. Miles and miles of it, stretching out all across the tundra. And promises to keep, thought Ray disjointedly as he trudged towards the tent Fraser was setting up. Cold and snow and too much fucking white. He could hack it. He could.
And then Fraser put his arm around Ray's shoulders, and Ray could feel the heat radiating from the body beside him as Fraser guided him to the tent and the furs. He could sleep there, warm and safe, with Fraser next to him, close enough to touch.
*
He lay on his stomach on top of his bed, the sheets sodden with sweat, in his Chicago apartment. The clock blinked 3:16 AM at him, and Ray thought he could reach up and trace the place where Fraser had rested his arm on his back, like a tattoo or a scar.
He squeezed his eyes shut, like a kid. Shouldn't think about Fraser, not with the Mountie up North and him down in civilization. Not when he couldn't hack it after all. The tundra was too different, too cold. Fraser was too distant, seemingly unable to change, however much they tried. He didn't have the skills, would have fucked up something major within a season. He'd gotten spooked, afraid to be with a guy, afraid to love again after Stella. Ray laid his head down on his folded arms and sighed. His back ached, or maybe that was his heart, and he couldn't sleep.
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Date: 2004-07-12 10:29 am (UTC)He'd gotten spooked, afraid to be with a guy, afraid to love again after Stella.
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Date: 2005-08-14 10:49 am (UTC)Anyway: Nice shorty. ^^
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