Lie or lay challenge by Bohemian Storm
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Pairing: RayK/Fraser
Setting: Post CotW
Rating: PG-ish for language.
Summary: Fraser's never been good at lying, but he'll lie now if it makes Ray's life just a little bit better.
Unbetaed ... on that note, does anyone want to become a wonderful beta for me? :)
"You think ... you think this is funny?" He's shaking, hands, arms, heart jumping all over the place, so he paces to cover it up. Paces back and forth in front of Fraser, who's sitting on the edge of the bed, paces because it's too hard to look at the Mountie.
"No, Ray. I don't find this to be a funny situation whatsoever. In fact, I--"
"You what? You ... you ... you think it's okay to just ... y'know, spring this on me? 'Cause I'm not ... not like you, it's okay to do this, right?
Fraser frowns, looking up at him. "What do you mean by that? You're not like me?"
"You think I can't hack it up here in the Great White Whatever. I been here for three months, Fraser, three months and I been doin' a damn good job. You know I have. I been choppin' wood and ... workin'. Frase, I got a job so I could stay up here and lemme tell ya, takin' care of Mrs. Henry and her nine cats just don't compare to the good ol' life I left behind in Chicago. I got a fuckin' job takin' care of an old lady and her cats just so I could stay up here and be with you. You get that?"
"I ..." Fraser trails off, watching Ray as he paces. He's never been good at lying, but he'll lie now if it makes Ray's life just a little bit better.
"You're right, Ray," he says. "I don't believe you can survive up here. This place will kill you eventually. It will suck your spirit right out of you. You're not meant for this kind of life. You're meant to live in Chicago. To be a police officer. To serve and protect, Ray. That's what you're meant for."
Fraser can see the tendons in Ray's neck tighten as he stops pacing and tenses. He can practically feel the energy, the anger humming along Ray's entire body.
"You don't ever tell me what I'm meant for, you got it?" He still can't look at Fraser, his fists clenching and unclenching, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tries to put into words all the hurt he feels. "You don't ever tell me that. 'Cause all my life, people told me I wasn't meant to be a detective. They told me I wasn't meant to marry Stella. I wasn't meant to get someone as good as her. I wasn't meant to be happy, successful, I wasn't meant to be any of those things and finally ... finally I find someone who doesn't say those things to me and now he's finally doin' it. He's tellin' me I'm not meant to be up here." He turns to look at the Mountie. "Is that what you're tellin' me, Fraser? That I'm not meant for this?"
It's even harder now to lie to his friend, harder to tell him to leave when they're staring at each other. It's even harder to tell Ray that he doesn't belong here when every single part of Fraser is telling him otherwise. He belongs here. Not in Canada, not in the Northwest Territories, but here. With Fraser. But he doesn't know how to say that. He doesn't know how to go from 'Ray, you're my best friend' to 'Ray, I think I'm in love with you' and because he doesn't know how, he'll lie.
"You're not meant for this, Ray." Fraser looks up at him, tries to smile and says, "I don't want you here anymore."
"Look at me and say that."
"I am looking at you, Ray."
"No, I mean really look at me." He finally goes over and sits on the bed beside Fraser, drawing his leg up onto the bed and facing him. "Look at me."
"Ray ... this is ridiculous. You should just pack and--"
"Look at me, Frase. I won't go until you look at me and tell me that you don't want me here. 'Cause I think it's all bullshit, but that's just me." He's still shaking, every part of him, adrenaline racing through him, his fingers fluttering against his leg where he's got his hands folded. He doesn't care anymore, doesn't care if Fraser sees. Maybe even wants him to see.
They sit like that for a long time, Ray facing Fraser, watching him, Fraser staring straight ahead, trying to think of all the reasons he had earlier for why Ray should leave.
"If I look at you, I'm afraid of what I'll say," Fraser says finally, shakily.
"Stop lyin' to me, Fraser. That's all I'm askin'. Just ... quit lyin' to me."
He turns to face Ray, places his hands over Ray's hands, tries to stop their shaking.
"Okay. No more lies."
Ray smiles slightly. "No more lies, buddy."
Fraser nods and takes a deep breath. "Ray, you're my best friend."
"There's a shocker of a statement. Kinda figured that one out on my own, but thanks for keepin' me up to speed."
"I do want you here."
"Figured as much, you big liar."
Fraser's hands are shaking now as well, but he doesn't look away and he says, "Ray, I think I'm in love with you."
"Yeah. I got that too."
And Ray kisses him, because he took a job taking care of an old lady and her cats for this man.
nicci_mac. Pairing: RayK/Fraser
Setting: Post CotW
Rating: PG-ish for language.
Summary: Fraser's never been good at lying, but he'll lie now if it makes Ray's life just a little bit better.
Unbetaed ... on that note, does anyone want to become a wonderful beta for me? :)
"You think ... you think this is funny?" He's shaking, hands, arms, heart jumping all over the place, so he paces to cover it up. Paces back and forth in front of Fraser, who's sitting on the edge of the bed, paces because it's too hard to look at the Mountie.
"No, Ray. I don't find this to be a funny situation whatsoever. In fact, I--"
"You what? You ... you ... you think it's okay to just ... y'know, spring this on me? 'Cause I'm not ... not like you, it's okay to do this, right?
Fraser frowns, looking up at him. "What do you mean by that? You're not like me?"
"You think I can't hack it up here in the Great White Whatever. I been here for three months, Fraser, three months and I been doin' a damn good job. You know I have. I been choppin' wood and ... workin'. Frase, I got a job so I could stay up here and lemme tell ya, takin' care of Mrs. Henry and her nine cats just don't compare to the good ol' life I left behind in Chicago. I got a fuckin' job takin' care of an old lady and her cats just so I could stay up here and be with you. You get that?"
"I ..." Fraser trails off, watching Ray as he paces. He's never been good at lying, but he'll lie now if it makes Ray's life just a little bit better.
"You're right, Ray," he says. "I don't believe you can survive up here. This place will kill you eventually. It will suck your spirit right out of you. You're not meant for this kind of life. You're meant to live in Chicago. To be a police officer. To serve and protect, Ray. That's what you're meant for."
Fraser can see the tendons in Ray's neck tighten as he stops pacing and tenses. He can practically feel the energy, the anger humming along Ray's entire body.
"You don't ever tell me what I'm meant for, you got it?" He still can't look at Fraser, his fists clenching and unclenching, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tries to put into words all the hurt he feels. "You don't ever tell me that. 'Cause all my life, people told me I wasn't meant to be a detective. They told me I wasn't meant to marry Stella. I wasn't meant to get someone as good as her. I wasn't meant to be happy, successful, I wasn't meant to be any of those things and finally ... finally I find someone who doesn't say those things to me and now he's finally doin' it. He's tellin' me I'm not meant to be up here." He turns to look at the Mountie. "Is that what you're tellin' me, Fraser? That I'm not meant for this?"
It's even harder now to lie to his friend, harder to tell him to leave when they're staring at each other. It's even harder to tell Ray that he doesn't belong here when every single part of Fraser is telling him otherwise. He belongs here. Not in Canada, not in the Northwest Territories, but here. With Fraser. But he doesn't know how to say that. He doesn't know how to go from 'Ray, you're my best friend' to 'Ray, I think I'm in love with you' and because he doesn't know how, he'll lie.
"You're not meant for this, Ray." Fraser looks up at him, tries to smile and says, "I don't want you here anymore."
"Look at me and say that."
"I am looking at you, Ray."
"No, I mean really look at me." He finally goes over and sits on the bed beside Fraser, drawing his leg up onto the bed and facing him. "Look at me."
"Ray ... this is ridiculous. You should just pack and--"
"Look at me, Frase. I won't go until you look at me and tell me that you don't want me here. 'Cause I think it's all bullshit, but that's just me." He's still shaking, every part of him, adrenaline racing through him, his fingers fluttering against his leg where he's got his hands folded. He doesn't care anymore, doesn't care if Fraser sees. Maybe even wants him to see.
They sit like that for a long time, Ray facing Fraser, watching him, Fraser staring straight ahead, trying to think of all the reasons he had earlier for why Ray should leave.
"If I look at you, I'm afraid of what I'll say," Fraser says finally, shakily.
"Stop lyin' to me, Fraser. That's all I'm askin'. Just ... quit lyin' to me."
He turns to face Ray, places his hands over Ray's hands, tries to stop their shaking.
"Okay. No more lies."
Ray smiles slightly. "No more lies, buddy."
Fraser nods and takes a deep breath. "Ray, you're my best friend."
"There's a shocker of a statement. Kinda figured that one out on my own, but thanks for keepin' me up to speed."
"I do want you here."
"Figured as much, you big liar."
Fraser's hands are shaking now as well, but he doesn't look away and he says, "Ray, I think I'm in love with you."
"Yeah. I got that too."
And Ray kisses him, because he took a job taking care of an old lady and her cats for this man.
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Date: 2005-03-02 01:49 am (UTC)For what do you want for this a beta?
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Well. If you put it that way.
Sure. Send on over your next thing. Or this thing. Or Red things, green things, partner things.
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Date: 2005-03-02 02:41 am (UTC)I was actually hoping to find a beta for my future stuff, so if the offer is still open, I can email you when I have something new ...
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Date: 2005-03-02 08:43 am (UTC)"I do want you here."
"Figured as much, you big liar."
Fraser's hands are shaking now as well, but he doesn't look away and he says, "Ray, I think I'm in love with you."
"Yeah. I got that too."
And Ray kisses him, because he took a job taking care of an old lady and her cats for this man.
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Date: 2005-03-02 12:33 pm (UTC)He's shaking, hands, arms, heart jumping all over the place, so he paces to cover it up.
Was such a great description of Ray. Loved it.
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Date: 2005-03-02 02:06 pm (UTC)"There's a shocker of a statement. Kinda figured that one out on my own, but thanks for keepin' me up to speed."
"I do want you here."
"Figured as much, you big liar."
Fraser's hands are shaking now as well, but he doesn't look away and he says, "Ray, I think I'm in love with you."
A great, tender moment.
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Date: 2005-03-03 03:57 am (UTC)Thank you, I'm glad you liked this.
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Date: 2005-03-06 06:41 pm (UTC)This is really sweet. And something I think Fraser might actually try, too--though I think Ray would be able to see right through him. (catsitter!Ray! Hee!)
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Date: 2005-03-09 12:36 am (UTC)If you still want a beta for anything, I'd truly love to ...
tora_kowalski@btinternet.com (I'm not in ANY way obsessed :S )
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Date: 2005-03-09 12:42 am (UTC)And any new stuff I could out with, I shall certainly send your way.
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Date: 2005-03-25 07:03 pm (UTC)Love! Squee! Cats!
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Date: 2005-03-25 07:16 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it, though! Cats and all.
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