The Mix and Match Challenge by Sam80853
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ds_flashfictionYou said 'move the characters around' and that's what I did!
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I'm already getting comfortable. My hands behind my head, my legs on the table in my new office. Okay, maybe it's not exactly my office but I'm in charge for once, technically speaking.
The door swings open and Turnbull rushes in, bumping into my desk, barely suppressing a curse and either no Canadian ever curses or this isn't really Turnbull, which wouldn't really surprise me at all when I think about who stared back at me from the mirror this morning.
"Ray?"
Oh yeah, I'm so good. It's Fraser.
"How did you know?" I wanna know and smile at him as he looks at my feet which are still lying on the desk. "Okay, I get it."
"Something strange happened during the night", Fraser points out like I wouldn't know that already.
"How so?"
"Perhaps it has slipped your mind, Ray but neither you nor me appear as our usually selves and you can't possibly imagine what it's like to be caught in Constable Turnbull's body. His brain seems not to be connected to his muscles, that poor man is as clumsy as a human being can be. I almost fell down the stairs two times already and..."
"Whoa, Fraser, stop!"
"I'm sorry, Ray. It really is a burden."
"At least you're still a Canadian."
"Thank God for small favors."
"I think, it's fun." The words just left my mouth when Frannie's voice rises to an unbearably level in the squad room, screaming at everyone to get the hell back to work and to not say another word about the state of her clothes.
Fraser questioningly looks at me.
"Welsh," I just say.
"Ah, I see." He nervously rubs his eyebrow and seeing Turnbull doing it gives me the creeps. "So, what have you figured out yet?"
"You asking me?"
"Yes, Ray, I'm asking you."
"Okay." I take my feet off the desk and point to one of the chairs, inviting him to have a seat.
"Thank you kindly but I would rather stand."
"Suit yourself", I say and grab a pen. "Okay, Welsh obviously is Frannie, the duck boys just switched places so they're kind of normal and Frannie isn't here yet so no one knows who she got."
Having said that my door swings open again and Fraser ... Fraser's body ... whoever walks in like a woman on high heels, kinda scuttling, but he wears sneakers and sweats that are too tight and that make me stare. God, that man is an eye-catcher alright.
"Oh God, how horrible", he groans and I immediately recognize him as Frannie. Frannie in Fraser's body. If that isn't hilarious I dunno what is.
"Is Frase here yet", she asks, looking around in panic - missing Turnbull completely - like someone is going to attack her any second.
"Good morning, Francesca", Fraser greets her and she turns in his direction, grabbing his arm and almost starts sobbing.
"I'm sorry, Frase! So sorry!"
"Please, Francesca", Fraser tries to calm her down while I get a good look at Fraser's ... Frannie's butt. "I'm certain it's not your fault that we are..."
"No! No! That's not what I mean... all these people, complete strangers staring at me, touching me!" She shakes her head in disgust.
Looks like Frannie got some of her own medicine.
"I'm sure you meant well", Fraser says when Frannie suddenly turns, glaring at me.
"Stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"You're starring at my ass," she accuses me and I blush. Busted!
"Did not," is all I can come up with.
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
Fraser blushes deeply behind her and I hear him whisper 'oh dear' under his breath.
"Just stop it, bro", she screams and rushes out, staring everybody down who passes her path to the ladies' room where she has no right to go now that I think about it. But that's just me avoiding Fraser 'cause I don't wanna face the music. I just checked my partner out and he caught me doing it. Not that it's the first time I appreciated a view at his butt, especially when he's wearing those tight jeans of his but he never watched me doing it. So I stare at the door like an idiot till he mumbles something I don't understand.
"What?"
"Odd," he says again and I finally turn in his direction to look at him.
He has his right eye covered with one hand, his head is cocked and he looks directly at me.
"What's not?" I try to joke almost wriggling under his gaze. "What are you doing?" Just a second longer and I'm going to freak out.
"It would appear that I can see you as YOU and as Lieutenant Welsh at the same time."
"Huh?"
"Just look at me, Ray", he says gently, a shy smile on his lips.
So I do.
Red uniform, alright.
Big brown head - nothing unusual there.
Ears.
Nose.
Mouth.
Eyes.
...
Eyes.
Blue eyes that stare at me with an intensity that makes my whole body shiver and there he is. Fraser. Not Turnbull, just Fraser.
I'm drowning, drowning in the depth of his eyes when the office door swings open again. For God's sake does nobody ever knock around here?
Dizzy, confused, kinda breathless, that's how I feel right now. Dunno what just happened here but I felt like I was leaving my body ... Welsh's body for a second, searching for ... something. I dunno.
"I hope for your own sake, Vecchio, that you two are strategizing on how we get our body's back", Welsh rumbles. "And I don't care that we have to make it look normal around here but just one second longer at that desk out there and I'm going to kill someone. So, LEAVE!"
"Understood, Sir!" Fraser says while I'm like hypnotized or something cause all I can do is stare at Fraser.
What happened? Kinda looks like Fraser and me were searching for the same thing...
"Ray! Ray! Ray!"
I can't stop thinking - Fraser and me, it's us. We're the problem here.
We!
We're lost and so is everyone around us.
"Ray!" Fraser gently grabs my arm and leads me out of Welsh's office, down the corridor to the supply closet.
"I wouldn't go in there, son," I hear Thatcher saying. "Not in that state of yours, not to mention the Yank's."
"Not now, Dad," Fraser hisses while he drags me into the closet.
"But son..."
"Did you took a look at yourself lately, Dad?"
"I'm perfectly...," is all I get because the door closes behind Fraser.
"Ray?"
"I'm here. I'm good." I shake my head which Fraser obviously can't see so I switch the light on and there he is again.
Fraser.
My buddy. My friend.
"It's us, Frase," I whisper. "We're causing this."
He knows it already cause he's looking at me like he never did before. At least as far as I have noticed. Maybe he's always looking at me like that and I was just too d-u-m dumb to get it.
"I know, Ray," he whispers and gently pets my cheek. "I already figured that out."
"Course you did." I smile at him. "You're the smart one and I'm just a pretty face."
"That you are, Ray," he says near my lips and my body starts trembling in excitement. "May I test our theory?"
"Test away," I say and close the gap myself, touching his lips in a tender kiss.
My head starts spinning and I dunno if it's because of the kiss - my God, I'm kissing Fraser - or the fact that everything around me reels. Don't wanna think about it now, so I lift my hands and put them on Fraser's neck, caressing the short hair there and I'm rewarded with a groan from him. I pull Fraser closer to my body, I can't get enough of him, and my tongue starts licking at his bottom lip till his lips part and our tongues meet for the first time.
Holy shit!
What began as a shy and tender kiss in the supply closet turns out to be hot kissing in the supply closet.
Don't care! Don't care!
This is great, greatness!
I always figured Fraser had to have a agile tongue and I was so NOT wrong. Air becomes an issue but I won't lose this, I just...
"Ray! Ray! Ray!" Fraser whispers. Where does he got the air to talk?
"Don't talk, Frase! Please, don't talk."
"We could check out if our theory worked, Ray," he whispers in my ear just before he starts sucking at my earlobe.
"Nah," I groan, barely able to stand upright. "We have to make sure..."
"You are right, of course," he says in a husky voice and captures my mouth again.
The End
Thanks to
stormymouse for her help!I'm already getting comfortable. My hands behind my head, my legs on the table in my new office. Okay, maybe it's not exactly my office but I'm in charge for once, technically speaking.
The door swings open and Turnbull rushes in, bumping into my desk, barely suppressing a curse and either no Canadian ever curses or this isn't really Turnbull, which wouldn't really surprise me at all when I think about who stared back at me from the mirror this morning.
"Ray?"
Oh yeah, I'm so good. It's Fraser.
"How did you know?" I wanna know and smile at him as he looks at my feet which are still lying on the desk. "Okay, I get it."
"Something strange happened during the night", Fraser points out like I wouldn't know that already.
"How so?"
"Perhaps it has slipped your mind, Ray but neither you nor me appear as our usually selves and you can't possibly imagine what it's like to be caught in Constable Turnbull's body. His brain seems not to be connected to his muscles, that poor man is as clumsy as a human being can be. I almost fell down the stairs two times already and..."
"Whoa, Fraser, stop!"
"I'm sorry, Ray. It really is a burden."
"At least you're still a Canadian."
"Thank God for small favors."
"I think, it's fun." The words just left my mouth when Frannie's voice rises to an unbearably level in the squad room, screaming at everyone to get the hell back to work and to not say another word about the state of her clothes.
Fraser questioningly looks at me.
"Welsh," I just say.
"Ah, I see." He nervously rubs his eyebrow and seeing Turnbull doing it gives me the creeps. "So, what have you figured out yet?"
"You asking me?"
"Yes, Ray, I'm asking you."
"Okay." I take my feet off the desk and point to one of the chairs, inviting him to have a seat.
"Thank you kindly but I would rather stand."
"Suit yourself", I say and grab a pen. "Okay, Welsh obviously is Frannie, the duck boys just switched places so they're kind of normal and Frannie isn't here yet so no one knows who she got."
Having said that my door swings open again and Fraser ... Fraser's body ... whoever walks in like a woman on high heels, kinda scuttling, but he wears sneakers and sweats that are too tight and that make me stare. God, that man is an eye-catcher alright.
"Oh God, how horrible", he groans and I immediately recognize him as Frannie. Frannie in Fraser's body. If that isn't hilarious I dunno what is.
"Is Frase here yet", she asks, looking around in panic - missing Turnbull completely - like someone is going to attack her any second.
"Good morning, Francesca", Fraser greets her and she turns in his direction, grabbing his arm and almost starts sobbing.
"I'm sorry, Frase! So sorry!"
"Please, Francesca", Fraser tries to calm her down while I get a good look at Fraser's ... Frannie's butt. "I'm certain it's not your fault that we are..."
"No! No! That's not what I mean... all these people, complete strangers staring at me, touching me!" She shakes her head in disgust.
Looks like Frannie got some of her own medicine.
"I'm sure you meant well", Fraser says when Frannie suddenly turns, glaring at me.
"Stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"You're starring at my ass," she accuses me and I blush. Busted!
"Did not," is all I can come up with.
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
Fraser blushes deeply behind her and I hear him whisper 'oh dear' under his breath.
"Just stop it, bro", she screams and rushes out, staring everybody down who passes her path to the ladies' room where she has no right to go now that I think about it. But that's just me avoiding Fraser 'cause I don't wanna face the music. I just checked my partner out and he caught me doing it. Not that it's the first time I appreciated a view at his butt, especially when he's wearing those tight jeans of his but he never watched me doing it. So I stare at the door like an idiot till he mumbles something I don't understand.
"What?"
"Odd," he says again and I finally turn in his direction to look at him.
He has his right eye covered with one hand, his head is cocked and he looks directly at me.
"What's not?" I try to joke almost wriggling under his gaze. "What are you doing?" Just a second longer and I'm going to freak out.
"It would appear that I can see you as YOU and as Lieutenant Welsh at the same time."
"Huh?"
"Just look at me, Ray", he says gently, a shy smile on his lips.
So I do.
Red uniform, alright.
Big brown head - nothing unusual there.
Ears.
Nose.
Mouth.
Eyes.
...
Eyes.
Blue eyes that stare at me with an intensity that makes my whole body shiver and there he is. Fraser. Not Turnbull, just Fraser.
I'm drowning, drowning in the depth of his eyes when the office door swings open again. For God's sake does nobody ever knock around here?
Dizzy, confused, kinda breathless, that's how I feel right now. Dunno what just happened here but I felt like I was leaving my body ... Welsh's body for a second, searching for ... something. I dunno.
"I hope for your own sake, Vecchio, that you two are strategizing on how we get our body's back", Welsh rumbles. "And I don't care that we have to make it look normal around here but just one second longer at that desk out there and I'm going to kill someone. So, LEAVE!"
"Understood, Sir!" Fraser says while I'm like hypnotized or something cause all I can do is stare at Fraser.
What happened? Kinda looks like Fraser and me were searching for the same thing...
"Ray! Ray! Ray!"
I can't stop thinking - Fraser and me, it's us. We're the problem here.
We!
We're lost and so is everyone around us.
"Ray!" Fraser gently grabs my arm and leads me out of Welsh's office, down the corridor to the supply closet.
"I wouldn't go in there, son," I hear Thatcher saying. "Not in that state of yours, not to mention the Yank's."
"Not now, Dad," Fraser hisses while he drags me into the closet.
"But son..."
"Did you took a look at yourself lately, Dad?"
"I'm perfectly...," is all I get because the door closes behind Fraser.
"Ray?"
"I'm here. I'm good." I shake my head which Fraser obviously can't see so I switch the light on and there he is again.
Fraser.
My buddy. My friend.
"It's us, Frase," I whisper. "We're causing this."
He knows it already cause he's looking at me like he never did before. At least as far as I have noticed. Maybe he's always looking at me like that and I was just too d-u-m dumb to get it.
"I know, Ray," he whispers and gently pets my cheek. "I already figured that out."
"Course you did." I smile at him. "You're the smart one and I'm just a pretty face."
"That you are, Ray," he says near my lips and my body starts trembling in excitement. "May I test our theory?"
"Test away," I say and close the gap myself, touching his lips in a tender kiss.
My head starts spinning and I dunno if it's because of the kiss - my God, I'm kissing Fraser - or the fact that everything around me reels. Don't wanna think about it now, so I lift my hands and put them on Fraser's neck, caressing the short hair there and I'm rewarded with a groan from him. I pull Fraser closer to my body, I can't get enough of him, and my tongue starts licking at his bottom lip till his lips part and our tongues meet for the first time.
Holy shit!
What began as a shy and tender kiss in the supply closet turns out to be hot kissing in the supply closet.
Don't care! Don't care!
This is great, greatness!
I always figured Fraser had to have a agile tongue and I was so NOT wrong. Air becomes an issue but I won't lose this, I just...
"Ray! Ray! Ray!" Fraser whispers. Where does he got the air to talk?
"Don't talk, Frase! Please, don't talk."
"We could check out if our theory worked, Ray," he whispers in my ear just before he starts sucking at my earlobe.
"Nah," I groan, barely able to stand upright. "We have to make sure..."
"You are right, of course," he says in a husky voice and captures my mouth again.
The End
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Date: 2005-06-01 04:39 pm (UTC)Especially loving the fact that poor Bob got sucked into all the confusion!Though I do now have a mental picture of Welsh and Turnbull kissing in the supply closet, which is distressing me greatly!
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Date: 2005-06-01 05:02 pm (UTC)Oh my dear God, that wasn't really my intention. ::grins:: Eeck, it really is disturbing...
Thanks!
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Date: 2005-06-01 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-01 04:52 pm (UTC)I wish I saw more of Bob/Thatcher that could be fun with the old stick in the mud.
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Date: 2005-06-01 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-01 04:55 pm (UTC)I love the whole seeing ray as ray and Welsh at the same time, its perfect. And Bob Fraser as Thatcher!
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Date: 2005-06-01 05:06 pm (UTC)Thank you kindly!
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Date: 2005-06-01 04:56 pm (UTC)"You're starring at my ass," she accuses me and I blush. Busted!
wouldn't we all do it?! no matter who occupies fraser's body?
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Date: 2005-06-01 05:08 pm (UTC)That Thatcher/Bob thing came to my mind at the last minute. I didn't even thought about it, it just felt right.
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Date: 2005-06-01 08:36 pm (UTC)This had me laughing out loud, and I'm enough of a geek that I immediately thought "hey, people aren't interchangeable like snow mobile parts..."
Oh, I love this fandom.
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Date: 2005-06-02 12:59 pm (UTC)So do I!
I'm glad that I could make you laugh! Thanks for your comment!
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Date: 2005-06-02 02:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-02 01:00 pm (UTC)Thank you very much!
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Date: 2005-06-02 01:05 pm (UTC)Don't ask me either! ::grins::
does that mean Turnbull is now Dief? And vice-versa? Cause they're the only two not accounted for.
Stella could be Dief and getting caught by a dog-catcher...::grins evilly::. Nah, that's mean but...
Thank you!
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Date: 2005-06-04 09:54 pm (UTC)*pout* not just a pretty face though.
So, Thatcher is invisible now I guess *g* that'd be hell for her - and whoever was the only person able to see her.
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Date: 2005-06-05 12:39 pm (UTC)