Amnesty: Songfic Challenge by Giulietta
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ds_flashfictionOkay, squeezing in my last entry this year. *g* I really only used one line of this song, so I hope it counts.
F/K. 1112 words.
[Disclaimer: Um, this song isn't mine, and wasn't even written for this show. I'm just being a dork.]
Kiss You 'Til You Weep
If you ask me, I will tumble.
I'll fall down on my knees,
But I will meet you at the altar, Baby,
And kiss you...
Kiss you 'til you weep.
Fraser jerks awake, feeling somewhat insecure; a second later, he realizes that this must be because he is, in fact, insecure. It's not a terribly safe thing, to sleep on the side of a cliff in a hammock; but there was little else to do, really. They need sleep; they were also in the process of climbing a mountain. It was the only reasonable solution.
Ray is, of course, still sleeping. Fraser wishes he could allow Ray to rest longer -- Ray certainly needs it -- but he doesn't have that luxury, just now. They have to catch Muldoon. He has to bring Muldoon to justice, and Ray -- well, Ray's here, for some reason. He's been following Fraser everywhere: he followed Fraser into Canada on the wing of that plane, and he followed Fraser through the tundra, and he followed Fraser up the mountain. He must have some compelling reason.
At any rate, Fraser needs to resume the journey, and Ray can't survive out her on his own. He's got to wake up now. "Ray," Fraser calls sharply. Ray's not a very deep sleeper; that should be enough to wake him.
Only it doesn't.
"Ray. Ray." Still, no response; Ray's eyes remain closed and motionless. There is a bit of frost caught in his stubble, and his skin is pale, paler than Fraser can remember seeing it. It's almost as though --
"Oh, dear," he says inanely, though there's no one here to hear him, and no one here to help. Ray's not strong enough to survive this -- he never was -- he's too thin, always has been, he's got no insulation whatsoever -- if only Fraser had stopped to think, if he'd only realized -- and now --
Mechanically, he sets about gaining access to Ray; bundled up as he is in blankets, Fraser can't do anything for him from this side of his hammock. Carefully, he maneuvers himself into Ray's space; at the last second, his hammock twists oddly and gives way under his foot -- but it's all right, it's all right, he's in, nestled between Ray's body and the heavy fabric of his hammock.
Fraser squirms, trying to get himself situated somewhere near Ray's head, burrowing under the blankets to lend his body heat to the task of warming Ray up again. Warming him up will do him good; it is certainly not futile, because Ray hasn't submitted to the elements. Ray's never calmly submitted to anything in his life -- why should he start now? For simple perversity's sake, he's got to be all right. He's got to --
Fraser's pushes his gloved and mittened fingertips through the blankets and against the artery in Ray's throat, checking for a pulse. He waits, for a breathless second, shutting his eyes in what feels like a wordless prayer --
-- there, was that -- ? Did he feel -- ? Through the gloves, a pulse would feel like nearly nothing --
Without a second's thought, he presses his face into the rough cloth at Ray's throat, pressing his ear in and against the cold skin -- and yes, that is a pulse. It is. Ray's heart's still beating. He's still alive. Fraser hasn't managed kill him yet --
-- yet? Ever. That's what he meant. Ever. Muldoon isn't worth Ray. Nothing's so important that he could possibly give Ray up in the bargain. Why hadn't he realized that earlier? If he had, Ray wouldn't feel so still, so -- cold. His skin's still cold, his face --
Fraser wraps his arms around Ray's body, pressing their faces together, inadvertently pressing his mouth to Ray's cheeks and making warm patches with his lips; and once he finds those, he trails his mouth over Ray's entire face, bringing blood back into the pale cheeks and chapped lips, making Ray's heart beat, making Ray look alive again.
It feels like magic.
One minute he's numb, floating along in some weird boring white place; the next, everything's on fire.
Ow, is the first thing he thinks; and then ow, and ow, and ow again, fuck. His skin's burning off, his eyeballs're melting in their sockets, he's died and gone to hell and he's melting and Christ, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts; he wants to be numb again so bad that it aches.
"Fuck -- " and it takes a minute, to realize that he said that, that that weird scraping sound is his voice. He feels like he's waking up -- sour mouth, prickly stubble, twinging in his thigh where he got shot -- but he's also burning up, which don't normally happen when he wakes up.
Something moves against him, and he grits his teeth against the burn. "Shh, Ray," someone says, and it takes Ray a minute to process the voice -- and when he does, everything makes sense again.
"Fraser." He's not whimpering. He's not.
"It's all right," Fraser says against his face, burning away the skin on Ray's cheekbone -- but the thing is, if he's burning up, why's he shivering? Why're his teeth chattering?
"Hurts." Ray squirms, not knowing whether he's trying to get away from Fraser or what. He wants the fire under his skin to go out. He wants to not be cold.
"I know," Fraser whispers. "I'm sorry."
Ray squeezes his eyes shut -- which turns out to be a mistake, because somehow that squeezed something really fucking hot and wet onto his face. It drips down his cheek, onto his neck, and he gasps -- and then there's a whole load of the wet stuff, all over everything, and Fraser's mouth --
Fraser's mouth is on his face. Fraser's mouth is kissing -- kissing! -- the fire away, and it hurts, and Ray's breathing through his teeth, and Fraser's everywhere, warm and heavy and burning.
"Hurts," Ray grates out, again.
"I'm sorry," Fraser croaks, squeezing Ray hard.
"Don't stop," Ray gasps, even though Fraser isn't. "Don't ever stop, you bastard, don't -- "
"Because that's what partnership's all about," Fraser's saying quietly, when Ray shakes himself awake for the six hundredth time.
Ray clutches Fraser hard as he can, feeling like something's going on and he's getting cut out of some loop, which he does not appreciate. "Okay, Fraser, just listen to me -- you've got to push on through the cold and the pain and keep going 'cause that's what partnership's all about. There're red ships and green ships, but there's no ships like partnerships."
"Ray, you're starting to blither," Fraser tells him firmly, and Ray wonders if maybe he was hallucinating on the side of the cliff, after all.
--fin
F/K. 1112 words.
[Disclaimer: Um, this song isn't mine, and wasn't even written for this show. I'm just being a dork.]
Kiss You 'Til You Weep
I'll fall down on my knees,
But I will meet you at the altar, Baby,
And kiss you...
Kiss you 'til you weep.
Fraser jerks awake, feeling somewhat insecure; a second later, he realizes that this must be because he is, in fact, insecure. It's not a terribly safe thing, to sleep on the side of a cliff in a hammock; but there was little else to do, really. They need sleep; they were also in the process of climbing a mountain. It was the only reasonable solution.
Ray is, of course, still sleeping. Fraser wishes he could allow Ray to rest longer -- Ray certainly needs it -- but he doesn't have that luxury, just now. They have to catch Muldoon. He has to bring Muldoon to justice, and Ray -- well, Ray's here, for some reason. He's been following Fraser everywhere: he followed Fraser into Canada on the wing of that plane, and he followed Fraser through the tundra, and he followed Fraser up the mountain. He must have some compelling reason.
At any rate, Fraser needs to resume the journey, and Ray can't survive out her on his own. He's got to wake up now. "Ray," Fraser calls sharply. Ray's not a very deep sleeper; that should be enough to wake him.
Only it doesn't.
"Ray. Ray." Still, no response; Ray's eyes remain closed and motionless. There is a bit of frost caught in his stubble, and his skin is pale, paler than Fraser can remember seeing it. It's almost as though --
"Oh, dear," he says inanely, though there's no one here to hear him, and no one here to help. Ray's not strong enough to survive this -- he never was -- he's too thin, always has been, he's got no insulation whatsoever -- if only Fraser had stopped to think, if he'd only realized -- and now --
Mechanically, he sets about gaining access to Ray; bundled up as he is in blankets, Fraser can't do anything for him from this side of his hammock. Carefully, he maneuvers himself into Ray's space; at the last second, his hammock twists oddly and gives way under his foot -- but it's all right, it's all right, he's in, nestled between Ray's body and the heavy fabric of his hammock.
Fraser squirms, trying to get himself situated somewhere near Ray's head, burrowing under the blankets to lend his body heat to the task of warming Ray up again. Warming him up will do him good; it is certainly not futile, because Ray hasn't submitted to the elements. Ray's never calmly submitted to anything in his life -- why should he start now? For simple perversity's sake, he's got to be all right. He's got to --
Fraser's pushes his gloved and mittened fingertips through the blankets and against the artery in Ray's throat, checking for a pulse. He waits, for a breathless second, shutting his eyes in what feels like a wordless prayer --
-- there, was that -- ? Did he feel -- ? Through the gloves, a pulse would feel like nearly nothing --
Without a second's thought, he presses his face into the rough cloth at Ray's throat, pressing his ear in and against the cold skin -- and yes, that is a pulse. It is. Ray's heart's still beating. He's still alive. Fraser hasn't managed kill him yet --
-- yet? Ever. That's what he meant. Ever. Muldoon isn't worth Ray. Nothing's so important that he could possibly give Ray up in the bargain. Why hadn't he realized that earlier? If he had, Ray wouldn't feel so still, so -- cold. His skin's still cold, his face --
Fraser wraps his arms around Ray's body, pressing their faces together, inadvertently pressing his mouth to Ray's cheeks and making warm patches with his lips; and once he finds those, he trails his mouth over Ray's entire face, bringing blood back into the pale cheeks and chapped lips, making Ray's heart beat, making Ray look alive again.
It feels like magic.
One minute he's numb, floating along in some weird boring white place; the next, everything's on fire.
Ow, is the first thing he thinks; and then ow, and ow, and ow again, fuck. His skin's burning off, his eyeballs're melting in their sockets, he's died and gone to hell and he's melting and Christ, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts; he wants to be numb again so bad that it aches.
"Fuck -- " and it takes a minute, to realize that he said that, that that weird scraping sound is his voice. He feels like he's waking up -- sour mouth, prickly stubble, twinging in his thigh where he got shot -- but he's also burning up, which don't normally happen when he wakes up.
Something moves against him, and he grits his teeth against the burn. "Shh, Ray," someone says, and it takes Ray a minute to process the voice -- and when he does, everything makes sense again.
"Fraser." He's not whimpering. He's not.
"It's all right," Fraser says against his face, burning away the skin on Ray's cheekbone -- but the thing is, if he's burning up, why's he shivering? Why're his teeth chattering?
"Hurts." Ray squirms, not knowing whether he's trying to get away from Fraser or what. He wants the fire under his skin to go out. He wants to not be cold.
"I know," Fraser whispers. "I'm sorry."
Ray squeezes his eyes shut -- which turns out to be a mistake, because somehow that squeezed something really fucking hot and wet onto his face. It drips down his cheek, onto his neck, and he gasps -- and then there's a whole load of the wet stuff, all over everything, and Fraser's mouth --
Fraser's mouth is on his face. Fraser's mouth is kissing -- kissing! -- the fire away, and it hurts, and Ray's breathing through his teeth, and Fraser's everywhere, warm and heavy and burning.
"Hurts," Ray grates out, again.
"I'm sorry," Fraser croaks, squeezing Ray hard.
"Don't stop," Ray gasps, even though Fraser isn't. "Don't ever stop, you bastard, don't -- "
"Because that's what partnership's all about," Fraser's saying quietly, when Ray shakes himself awake for the six hundredth time.
Ray clutches Fraser hard as he can, feeling like something's going on and he's getting cut out of some loop, which he does not appreciate. "Okay, Fraser, just listen to me -- you've got to push on through the cold and the pain and keep going 'cause that's what partnership's all about. There're red ships and green ships, but there's no ships like partnerships."
"Ray, you're starting to blither," Fraser tells him firmly, and Ray wonders if maybe he was hallucinating on the side of the cliff, after all.
--fin
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Date: 2005-12-31 07:42 am (UTC)Likewise, this piece is appropriately heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. Does Ray know how Fraser feels? Does he return Fraser's feelings? I love speculating about that, but I also love how you left it a bit ambiguous; Ray doesn't know, Ray thinks he might have been hallucinating. I think that's a great choice, given that Ray has hypothermia and isn't terribly "with it." I love that he tells Fraser, "Don't ever stop, you bastard." Maybe Ray realizes that Fraser mustn't stop because Ray might not make it if he does. And just maybe Ray doesn't want him to stop kissing him. I took it both ways, and even though Ray doesn't quite know, I think he'll realize it later.
But my favorite bit is this:
Muldoon isn't worth Ray. Nothing's so important that he could possibly give Ray up in the bargain.
Yes! Fraser would have an earthshattering revelation on the side of a mountain under desperate, life-threatening conditions. And what a revelation! Jeez...when he finally tells Ray, d'you think Ray might have something to say about risking one's friend's life in wildly bizarre ways? :)
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Date: 2005-12-31 11:58 pm (UTC)when he finally tells Ray, d'you think Ray might have something to say about risking one's friend's life in wildly bizarre ways?
And saving in wildly bizarre ways, too, mind. *g*
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Date: 2006-01-01 07:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-31 07:44 am (UTC)J S
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Date: 2005-12-31 10:14 am (UTC)It's a lovely song, so very romantic. Enjoy! :-)
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Date: 2005-12-31 08:24 pm (UTC)J S
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Date: 2005-12-31 08:33 pm (UTC)And FWIW, the MWB soundtrack CD isn't hard to find on eBay. I got mine, gently used, for a dollar plus shipping.
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Date: 2006-01-01 07:47 am (UTC)J S
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Date: 2006-01-01 12:01 am (UTC)Which was really very mean of them, you know.
Yes, it is a very very pretty song! I am not usually a very love-song-lyrics-loving type of person (heh. And I write slash. No, really) but I just adore this one. *flails*
I'm very glad you enjoyed the fic!
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Date: 2006-02-22 07:12 pm (UTC)See, the good thing about this? I have to read the story again now. What a hardship omg. *g*
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Date: 2006-02-22 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-02 09:38 pm (UTC)That's so ... damn beautiful! ::sighs::
Ray squeezes his eyes shut -- which turns out to be a mistake, because somehow that squeezed something really fucking hot and wet onto his face. It drips down his cheek, onto his neck, and he gasps -- and then there's a whole load of the wet stuff, all over everything, and Fraser's mouth --
Awww ... ::sighs some more::
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