Songfic Challenge by Loz, Pt. 1

[loz]

Title: Push.
Author: lozenger8 (Loz).
Characters: Ray K and Benton
Rating: G
Word Count: 500 words
Notes: Hi, everyone. I'm new… not to due South, but definitely to writing about it. This is inspired by a(nother) Sarah McLachlan song. I hope it's not a songfic of the usual and terrible variety, but like I said - I'm new and apart from taking another challenge for another fandom recently, I've never written songfics of any kind before.



Fraser glided around, looking all graceful. Much more graceful than Ray. Ray had spent a lot of time barely moving, but Fraser had held him by the elbow and guided him around the arena. It was so white. So open. Like there was nothing and everything there in that room.

Ray couldn't help but think that this was just one more thing he sucked at. Another failure under his stylish belt. Except he wasn't wearing a belt, was he? No, he was wearing the stupidest costume he'd ever had the misfortune of seeing. He was wearing a hockey uniform. Still, it could have been worse. He could have been geared up for curling. Now there was a terrifying thought.

He shot Fraser a menacing look. He held the gaze for longer than he probably should have. He couldn't really help it. Fraser looked kinda cool against the white of the ice. Instead of red coat there were pink flushed cheeks, and his usually perfect hair was starting to look more experimental. He looked inherently strong and healthy.

When he concentrated on what he was supposed to be doing again, Ray attempted to do something constructive, like hit the flat thing, the disc, that object, the kajigger, what was it? The puck. But all he did was skid on the ice, straight onto his ass like an idiot.

Ray resigned himself to gliding about on the ice not doing much at all, but Fraser urged him to join in from across the expanse of ice. Ray shook his head once, twice, no it was no good, Fraser was adamant.

Okay then, Ray tried again to hit the damn puck, skating towards it with determination. He didn't care about any of the other players, he did care about winning. He noticed Fraser coming in at him from his left. He was on his team, sure, but Ray knew he could take him. It would only take one push. As Fraser skated over, Ray swung his stick straight into his body. Unfortunately, Fraser had a much better purchase on the ice than he did. Ray was flat on his back.

He hated this, hated feeling like a useless jerk. And there was Fraser, looking all heroic. But as he stared up at Fraser's bluer than blue eyes, it didn't matter anymore because he realised. Yes, actually, Fraser was heroic. Fraser was there for him, caring for him, despite the fact he'd purposely attempted to screw him up earlier, despite the fact he was always giving him hell. Fraser stayed by his side.

Ray decided to throw caution to the wind. He smiled at Fraser and accepted his hand to rise. He got himself into the motion of skating, a couple inches at a time. With a bit of practice maybe this could be another thing he didn't suck at? Once more he almost fell but Fraser was right there, holding onto his elbow as if he were the only person in the world.

Comments

[grey853.livejournal.com]

This was great. I can so see Ray thinking like this. I laughed out loud with the line, "When he concentrated on what he was supposed to be doing again, Ray attempted to do something constructive, like hit the flat thing, the disc, that object, the kajigger, what was it? The puck." What a hoot, and so like Ray.

I also love how he comes to realize that Fraser is heroic and his friend.

Of course, this is Ray and not Callum Rennie who is a fantastic skater. Just watch MY LIFE AS A DOG or SLAP SHOT 2 and you'll see he's got serious grace on skates.

Peace,
Grey, who figures Ray will have grace, too, once he gets the hang of it

[loz]

Thankyou very much :)

CKR is a fantastic everything. I figured he could be a fantastically bad skater for 500 words of awkward Rayness.

[moirin-keeline.livejournal.com]

Ah, its marvellouses how you make it. :-)
You get such trust and love and care in this story. With a rating that I wouldn't blush to show this my dear grandmother. Really wow. Love this. ^^

[loz]

Thankyou :D.

Ratings wise I think I'm going to be one of the few posting G, PG stories. I'm not very good at doing anything more racy.

[sam80853.livejournal.com]

::grins::

Great!

ut as he stared up at Fraser's bluer than blue eyes, it didn't matter anymore because he realised. Yes, actually, Fraser was heroic. Fraser was there for him, caring for him, despite the fact he'd purposely attempted to screw him up earlier, despite the fact he was always giving him hell. Fraser stayed by his side.

[loz]

Thankyou :)

[riverlight.livejournal.com]

I totally agree with grey853--this line, Ray attempted to do something constructive, like hit the flat thing, the disc, that object, the kajigger, what was it? The puck.--is just perfect. Made me laugh out loud. Nice job!

Hi, by the way! ::waves frantically and runs off::

(Man, every time I've written to you I've been hyper. I promise I'm not this weird usually. Really.)

[loz]

I like you hyper.

Hi!

Thanks. After I wrote this I thought of a thousand other ones I'd have preferred to do, and which would have been better in fulfilling the challenge, but hey. Practice makes personal best ;)

[riverlight.livejournal.com]

::grin:: Good, 'cause considering much I like my coffee, it's pretty much my natural state. ;)

Hi back!

Yeah, it's good practice. And I'm totally in the same boat with having tons of songs I want to write for. I didn't realize songfic was quite so addictive, really! But I've got a dS mix on my computer that's been on repeat for probably the past three weeks and practically every song on there could use its own story.

(Have you read Speranza's Chicago's Most Wanted (http://www.trickster.org/speranza/CMWanted.html)? My dS mix is titled after a quote from that story: "Diabolical and Nutritious!" It cracks me up every time.)

[loz]

I have read Speranza's "Chicago's Most Wanted". It was getting to 3 in the morning and suddenly I got to a part that just cracked. me. up. so much that I couldn't breathe from the laugher. My mum came into my bedroom to tell me off. I'm 21 but still living at home. Heeeheheee. Badness.

As for writing songfic. I keep trying to remind myself that I don't want to write a Bentoncentric story to Rufus Wainwright's "One Man Guy" no matter how much I love it and think that aspects suit him.

[riverlight.livejournal.com]

LOL. Yeah, I've had moments like that. Sometimes I'll remember a funny quote from a fic, and I'll just burst out laughing to myself. Usually people look at me like I'm nuts. ;)

Hey, I'm 23 and still living at home. I totally empathize.

Oh, do it, do it, do it! Not so many opportunities for the romance, it would seem, but lord, totally perfect for him in so many ways.