[identity profile] ekaterinn.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] ds_flashfiction
So 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.

Date: 2004-07-11 07:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wynterhawk.livejournal.com
aww. very nice :)

Date: 2004-07-11 08:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] shayheyred.livejournal.com
I do wish my subconscious provided me with story ideas like this!

Date: 2004-07-12 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nowlive.livejournal.com
Oh, golly, that's just sad. I'm so glad you could remember this dream when you woke up. Thanks for posting.

Date: 2004-07-12 10:29 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] sam80853.livejournal.com
Awww... that's so sad!

He'd gotten spooked, afraid to be with a guy, afraid to love again after Stella.

Date: 2004-07-12 10:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tobyfan.livejournal.com
Aww. *sniff* Very heart-achy in a good way. *g*

Date: 2004-07-14 12:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] estrella30.livejournal.com
Oh wow. This was heary achey hurty and I really loved it!

Date: 2004-07-14 12:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] estrella30.livejournal.com
Sigh. That would be *heart* achey hurty. Gah.

Date: 2004-07-15 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lynnmonster.livejournal.com
Beautifully sad.

Date: 2004-07-17 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chesamus.livejournal.com
that's a sad story, particularly because its an 'honest' sad. Feels like a blues song...

Date: 2005-08-14 10:49 am (UTC)
ext_41599: MardiGras (Betet)
From: [identity profile] moirin-keeline.livejournal.com
Please someone has to haul Rays sorry skinny butt back up the border to a certain Constable. Dam, they NEED each other, it hurts obviously to be separated. Ray is unhappy in Canada? Afraid? Well in Chicago he is miserable too but up North he would at least be with Fraser. *grumble* If Fraser asks why he came back Ray can always say that he can't sleep in Chicago.

Anyway: Nice shorty. ^^

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