Weaponry Challenge - by Capella
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ds_flashfictionTitle: Weird
Author: Capella
Pairing: Fraser/RayK, almost.
Words: 2687
Summary: Fraser was standing there gazing, with that look on his face that you normally saw on the other guy, the one getting the Benton Fraser treatment for the first time.
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Notes: I really didn't expect my first contribution to DS fandom to be a crossover, and one which will probably mystify most people in this community (unless Britain's finest is airing simultaneously across the Atlantic, which I very much doubt.) But last week's episode contained a priceless line about weapons which was too pertinent to resist, so I'm afraid I lifted it, and certain elements of the plot, wholesale.
Warnings for extreme silliness, bad pseudo-scientific babble and Fraser in his underwear.
Ray slammed the door shut, then leaned heavily against it, breathing hard. It was solid dark wood, with an antique lock just below centre and eight inch bolts top and bottom. Though it looked good, there was no way of telling if it was strong enough to hold back the creature –
The creature. God.
"What the hell was that thing?" he spluttered, spinning round to confront the others and pressing his shoulders back against the door.
"Well," Fraser began, but the English guy butted right in.
"Our friends downstairs call it a Buruth demon."
Our friends. Huh. All thirteen of the robed-up whackjobs had made it out through the basement while the thing had followed them up here. At some point between the lobby and the library the English pair had shown up out of nowhere, which was quite weird enough without any crazy talk of demons.
"They friends of yours?" Ray said accusingly.
"Oh, come on. Do we look like members of the Brotherhood?" The guy had piercing dark eyes, intense, in a bony face. He seemed wired. Maybe because he’d just been chased up several flights of stairs by a three-headed nightmare that refused to lie down and die.
"So if they call it a Buruth demon, I imagine you have another name for it?" Fraser prompted.
"I'm not absolutely certain. Its metabolism seems to be sulphur based -"
"Undoubtedly," Fraser agreed warmly.
"And it’s exuding nitrous oxide through the skin.”
Fraser nodded. "With a trace of bromine, if I’m not mistaken.”
"Right, so it’s obviously from the Xeryan system, although they've apparently done a bit of evolving since the last time I was there."
“The Jerry-Anne system?” Ray’s head was hurting.
“No, Xeryan, with an ‘X’. Half a dozen pleasant little planets, not dissimilar to yours, and all teeming with unique, one hundred percent murderous, life forms.”
“How do you reckon it got here?” the girl said, calm, like this was a perfectly normal conversation.
“Fluctuating spatio-temporal rift, I expect. They’re more common than you’d think. This can’t be the first time, can it, if the Brotherhood had already got its name and number?”
Cancel head hurting and make that exploding, Ray thought. "Wait a minute,” he said. “You're saying that the demon thing isn't actually a demon, not that I was exactly happy with that concept, but it's really-"
"An alien," the girl told him. "Like most things that people think are supernatural, in fact." She smiled sympathetically. "Mad, isn't it? I took a while to get used to it."
"Actually, it makes a good deal of sense." Trust Fraser to pipe up all cheerful at a moment like this. "A number of eminent scholars have advanced the same theory. Maximilian Cadwallader's treatise on the subject is particularly fascinating."
"You've read Cadwallader?" English guy sounded like he'd just bumped into his long-lost twin.
Fraser rubbed his ear. "Only the early works. I'm afraid his later writings are a little too, ah, abstruse for me."
"Yes, poor old Max did lose the plot somewhat towards the end. Great shame, really. You'd never guess it from his books, but he was a very funny chap. Fantastic after dinner speaker. I remember once..."
And just like that, the guy was off and running with some weird anecdote, exactly like Fraser with his Inuit stories except about twice as fast. And Fraser was standing there gazing, with that look on his face that you normally saw on the other guy, the one getting the Benton Fraser treatment for the first time.
In any other circumstances it would have been priceless.
Ray sighed, and jammed his ear up against the door. No sound out there yet, at least. He turned back to the girl. "Who are you, then?"
She smiled again, and stuck out a hand. She was hot in a vaguely slutty way; all overdone eyeliner and bad bleach job, but nice curves under the tight faded jeans and T shirt, and eyes full of laughter.
"Rose Tyler, pleased to meet you,” she said, “and that's the Doctor.”
“The Doctor? Doctor what?”
“Good question,” Rose admitted, glancing across at the man in question with a strange, soft expression. “Just ‘Doctor’ is fine. He’s a, um, specialist in this sort of thing."
"No kidding."
Doctor Whatever was still feeding Fraser the line, and the Mountie was lapping it all up, big-eyed, with his mouth actually hanging open.
After a moment, Ray realised Rose was waiting. "Uh, Detective Ray Vecchio, Chicago PD," he managed.
"And your friend?"
"That's Fraser, my partner.”
“Your... partner?” Her eyes went wide as she looked at Fraser and back to Ray.
“Yeah, you know, cops?” Ray said, a bit too quickly. “Fraser's a Mountie."
"You're joking! Really? They actually make them wear those ridiculous clothes, and not just in crappy films?"
"Yeah, really." He stopped himself from pointing out that her guy wasn't exactly the last word in style, what with the dorky white sneakers under the brown linen suit. There were more important things to talk about.
"Guys,” he said loudly, “I hate to break up the party, but there's some kind of slobbering alien monster regrouping out there, and we could really use a plan right about now."
Fraser cleared his throat, and shot Ray a quick glance. "Right you are, Ray." Eyes back to the Doctor. "Are you quite sure it's not dead?"
"Positive. If there's one evolutionary trick every last life form on Xeryan B seems to have perfected, it's refabrication. It'll be breaking down the door in less than half an hour, I should think." The Doctor didn't sound particularly worried.
“Could we perhaps sneak past it while it’s busy, er, refabricating?” Fraser suggested.
The Doctor shook his head. “It’s not a risk I’d be willing to take. It’ll lash out to protect itself instinctively, even if it is half way through the process.”
"Well, we won't be escaping this way," Rose said, over by the fire door. "Nailed shut, and three padlocks on the bars outside. The windows are all much the same."
"That's a shocking breach of fire regulations," Fraser said, wandering across to see for himself. He sounded genuinely upset. And now Rose was giving Fraser the are-you-for-real look, which made Ray feel slightly better.
The Doctor was in the middle of the room, hands in pockets, staring round at it all: the whole gothic decor thing, the big fake fireplace, the high wall shelves, the total lack of heavy weaponry. He nodded at Rose. "We couldn't have gone out that way, in any case," he said. "It would only have followed us, and we could hardly have it rampaging through downtown Chicago, slaughtering everyone in its path.”
“So we call it in,” Ray said, reaching for his cellphone.
The Doctor whipped his head round to glare at Ray. “And say what? They’re not going to believe you, and if they approach it unprepared, there’ll be carnage. The creature’s here and it’s got our scent. We just have to stay and fight it."
“Kill it?” Rose said sharply.
“Rose, we’re not talking about a Slitheen. There’s no redeeming intelligence there, just the instinct to kill or maim any other living thing it sees. Xeryan B’s evolutionary bias is extreme; it only breeds the most vicious of monsters, and we can’t afford to let one loose here. As I say, we have to stop it.”
"Yeah, right." Ray fished out his boot gun and spun it round his finger. "And unless either of you are packing, we're going to stop it with what, exactly? A couple of repro fire irons and my backup gun? I hardly made a dent in it the first time, and now we're down to this. We're screwed."
Fraser laughed unexpectedly. "On the contrary, Ray. Look around you. Books! The most powerful weapons in the world! We're in an armoury here."
The Doctor was grinning all over his face as he clapped Fraser on the shoulder. "Well, you're obviously the brains of this outfit," he said, and Ray experienced a sudden and vivid urge to kick him in the head.
"I'll start with demonology," the Doctor said.
"And I'll take exorcisms," Fraser replied enthusiastically.
Ray groaned and waggled his eyebrows at Rose, but she was right there with the program, pulling a huge dusty book over and perching on the edge of the desk.
Ray prowled the room for a while, but when Fraser told him, “Arm yourself!” and handed him an ancient, mouldy-looking encyclopaedia of the occult, he muttered, "Yeah, right, what should I look for?"
"Anything about the Buruth demon," the Doctor said cheerfully. "It has to have its weaknesses. That's the way universal law works."
"Kryptonite," Ray said, and started flicking through the pages.
He'd not even found the entry for the Buruth demon when Fraser said, "Ah," in that quietly excited way of his, right at the moment when the Doctor's high-speed murmuring ended in a shout of "Yes!"
"It's the eyes," the Doctor said. "We just have to destroy the eyes to knock out the distributed neural circuitry completely. If we can subdue it for long enough, that is."
Fraser hmmed a little. "Well, that should be possible. The language in this one is a trifle flowery, but I believe the gist of it is, the creature is highly susceptible to vapours of certain medium density waxes, such as... no, that won't do... perhaps... of course! Lanolin!" He let the book fall to the table and glanced round at the rest of them. "I don't suppose any of you, no, not in this weather. Ah well, it can't be avoided." He'd already unfastened his collar as he spoke, and was stripping his tunic off in record time.
"Frase, what are you doing?" Ray demanded. "You got to get naked to fight this thing?"
"Not naked, Ray. We only need the wool."
"He's right," the Doctor said, jabbing a finger at Fraser's book. "Fumes from the lanolin in the wool should quieten the creature down, and give you the chance to shoot its eyes out. All of them. Have you got enough ammunition?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Ray said, only half listening while he watched Fraser pull off his boots and arrange them neatly under the desk.
The Mountie pushed his suspenders off his shoulders, saying, "My apologies, Rose. It's just that with repeated exposure to the elements, cleaning and the like, one can't be entirely sure of the lanolin content." He started undoing his pants.
"Be my guest," Rose said, laughing. She gave Ray a knowing look and hissed from the side of her mouth, "Unexpected bonus."
"Hey!" he shot back.
"Oh come on, I'm only looking." She punched his arm lightly.
Of course she was looking. She'd have had to be blind, otherwise. Fraser's white cotton boxers and henley might have started the day nicely starched and crisp, but even the Super-Mountie had to build up a sweat under all that serge in May. His shirt was damp in the back, and sticking to his skin between the shoulder blades. The pushed-up sleeves looked somehow sinful, and the shorts - well, perhaps it'd be better for everyone if Ray kept his eyes off the shorts.
While Ray stood gawping, the Doctor and Rose had emptied one of the big urns from beside the fireplace, and done something with bits of paper and a high-tech pen thing of the Doctor's. They had quite a fire going. Rose took the clothes from Fraser, and handed him a coal shovel in return.
"Jeez, Fraser, you're actually going to let them burn the uniform? Isn’t that, like, sacrilege?"
"Not so much burn, as roast it," Fraser said firmly. "Really, Ray, there's no other choice."
He was right, if the growling was anything to go by. Totally pissed off growling, of the who shot me in the head when I wasn't paying attention? variety, and coming from right outside the door.
The wool certainly smelled bad.
The smoke got thicker, the growling outside got louder, and Fraser coughed behind his hand, then hefted the shovel. "Well, Ray,” he said, “I think it might be time for you to, ah, stack that bad boy."
"That's rack, Fraser." Like he didn't know.
Fraser knocked his palm against his forehead. "Rack, of course. Rack that bad boy." The corner of his lip twitched, very slightly.
Ray could feel the grin stretching his own face. He had to be hyped on adrenaline, because on the other side of that door - the door they were about to open - there was a three-headed alien hellhound, angry as fuck and probably just as hungry. No way should he be having fun.
“Don’t forget, all the eyes,” the Doctor said. He was waving the poker about and grinning, too, but then he was obviously a bigger freak than any of them. "Ready?" he asked. He nodded to Rose, who reached for the top bolt.
"Ready," Ray said, with just a touch of Steve McQueen. He pushed his glasses up his nose and flicked off the safety. "Let's take this mother down."
When it was over, the Doctor and Rose volunteered to get rid of the carcass. For once, Fraser had reluctantly agreed that the world didn't have to know the whole truth. They'd had the call to say that the Brotherhood had been picked up, all of them, speeding on the freeway in their little Honda bus. The DA would have plenty to work on with the larceny, fraud and extortion, without having to throw charges of summoning hell-spawn into the mix. And that was a good thing, too. Juries tended to get twitchy over stuff like that.
Almost as twitchy as Fraser, who'd apparently come down off his own adrenaline gig and remembered that he was parading around in his underwear. Ray draped an arm across Fraser’s shoulder, and got a good lungful of sweaty Mountie for his efforts. It certainly beat lanolin fumes.
"Come on, Frase, let's go and get you some uncooked clothes." Ray rattled the car keys, trying to ignore Rose mouthing "Shame!" over the Doctor's shoulder. "We can figure out what to put in the report while we're driving."
But once they were in the Goat they didn't speak for a while. Ray drummed rapidly on the wheel, thinking it all through.
They'd agreed to meet Rose and the Doctor later, at Dino's. The Doctor had insisted - "We can't possibly visit nineteen nineties Chicago and not eat some decent Italian food," - and something about that sentence made Ray think Fraser’d had a point when he'd whispered, "Ray, Maximilian Cadwallader has been dead since 1937!"
So it was strange, and the Doctor was right past strange and out the other side, but Rose was fun, and the Mountie was kind of cute when he got that open-mouthed amazed stare all over his face.
Ray would be willing to work pretty hard to earn that stare for himself.
Pulling up at a red light, Ray looked across to the passenger seat, careful not to focus on his partner’s legs for too long. Fraser was staring at him right now, but it was more warm than astonished.
"That was good work, Ray," Fraser said softly.
"You too, Frase. Guess we saved the day, or the town, or something."
Fraser smiled, and Ray smiled back, and just like that he made the decision.
They'd eat dinner with the others, and afterwards there’d be no going back to the consulate. He’d invite Fraser up to his apartment and they'd kick back on the couch, with a beer maybe, and have a long overdue talk. About buddies, and partners, and just what Fraser ought to be doing with that big, hot body of his. Because Fraser and him, they were on the same page now. He could feel it.
And sure, there was the two guys thing, and the two cops thing, and none of it was exactly normal, but what the hell. After the kind of day they'd had, what was a little weirdness between friends?
Author: Capella
Pairing: Fraser/RayK, almost.
Words: 2687
Summary: Fraser was standing there gazing, with that look on his face that you normally saw on the other guy, the one getting the Benton Fraser treatment for the first time.
Beta: The lovely and long-suffering
elfscribe5Notes: I really didn't expect my first contribution to DS fandom to be a crossover, and one which will probably mystify most people in this community (unless Britain's finest is airing simultaneously across the Atlantic, which I very much doubt.) But last week's episode contained a priceless line about weapons which was too pertinent to resist, so I'm afraid I lifted it, and certain elements of the plot, wholesale.
Warnings for extreme silliness, bad pseudo-scientific babble and Fraser in his underwear.
Weird
Ray slammed the door shut, then leaned heavily against it, breathing hard. It was solid dark wood, with an antique lock just below centre and eight inch bolts top and bottom. Though it looked good, there was no way of telling if it was strong enough to hold back the creature –
The creature. God.
"What the hell was that thing?" he spluttered, spinning round to confront the others and pressing his shoulders back against the door.
"Well," Fraser began, but the English guy butted right in.
"Our friends downstairs call it a Buruth demon."
Our friends. Huh. All thirteen of the robed-up whackjobs had made it out through the basement while the thing had followed them up here. At some point between the lobby and the library the English pair had shown up out of nowhere, which was quite weird enough without any crazy talk of demons.
"They friends of yours?" Ray said accusingly.
"Oh, come on. Do we look like members of the Brotherhood?" The guy had piercing dark eyes, intense, in a bony face. He seemed wired. Maybe because he’d just been chased up several flights of stairs by a three-headed nightmare that refused to lie down and die.
"So if they call it a Buruth demon, I imagine you have another name for it?" Fraser prompted.
"I'm not absolutely certain. Its metabolism seems to be sulphur based -"
"Undoubtedly," Fraser agreed warmly.
"And it’s exuding nitrous oxide through the skin.”
Fraser nodded. "With a trace of bromine, if I’m not mistaken.”
"Right, so it’s obviously from the Xeryan system, although they've apparently done a bit of evolving since the last time I was there."
“The Jerry-Anne system?” Ray’s head was hurting.
“No, Xeryan, with an ‘X’. Half a dozen pleasant little planets, not dissimilar to yours, and all teeming with unique, one hundred percent murderous, life forms.”
“How do you reckon it got here?” the girl said, calm, like this was a perfectly normal conversation.
“Fluctuating spatio-temporal rift, I expect. They’re more common than you’d think. This can’t be the first time, can it, if the Brotherhood had already got its name and number?”
Cancel head hurting and make that exploding, Ray thought. "Wait a minute,” he said. “You're saying that the demon thing isn't actually a demon, not that I was exactly happy with that concept, but it's really-"
"An alien," the girl told him. "Like most things that people think are supernatural, in fact." She smiled sympathetically. "Mad, isn't it? I took a while to get used to it."
"Actually, it makes a good deal of sense." Trust Fraser to pipe up all cheerful at a moment like this. "A number of eminent scholars have advanced the same theory. Maximilian Cadwallader's treatise on the subject is particularly fascinating."
"You've read Cadwallader?" English guy sounded like he'd just bumped into his long-lost twin.
Fraser rubbed his ear. "Only the early works. I'm afraid his later writings are a little too, ah, abstruse for me."
"Yes, poor old Max did lose the plot somewhat towards the end. Great shame, really. You'd never guess it from his books, but he was a very funny chap. Fantastic after dinner speaker. I remember once..."
And just like that, the guy was off and running with some weird anecdote, exactly like Fraser with his Inuit stories except about twice as fast. And Fraser was standing there gazing, with that look on his face that you normally saw on the other guy, the one getting the Benton Fraser treatment for the first time.
In any other circumstances it would have been priceless.
Ray sighed, and jammed his ear up against the door. No sound out there yet, at least. He turned back to the girl. "Who are you, then?"
She smiled again, and stuck out a hand. She was hot in a vaguely slutty way; all overdone eyeliner and bad bleach job, but nice curves under the tight faded jeans and T shirt, and eyes full of laughter.
"Rose Tyler, pleased to meet you,” she said, “and that's the Doctor.”
“The Doctor? Doctor what?”
“Good question,” Rose admitted, glancing across at the man in question with a strange, soft expression. “Just ‘Doctor’ is fine. He’s a, um, specialist in this sort of thing."
"No kidding."
Doctor Whatever was still feeding Fraser the line, and the Mountie was lapping it all up, big-eyed, with his mouth actually hanging open.
After a moment, Ray realised Rose was waiting. "Uh, Detective Ray Vecchio, Chicago PD," he managed.
"And your friend?"
"That's Fraser, my partner.”
“Your... partner?” Her eyes went wide as she looked at Fraser and back to Ray.
“Yeah, you know, cops?” Ray said, a bit too quickly. “Fraser's a Mountie."
"You're joking! Really? They actually make them wear those ridiculous clothes, and not just in crappy films?"
"Yeah, really." He stopped himself from pointing out that her guy wasn't exactly the last word in style, what with the dorky white sneakers under the brown linen suit. There were more important things to talk about.
"Guys,” he said loudly, “I hate to break up the party, but there's some kind of slobbering alien monster regrouping out there, and we could really use a plan right about now."
Fraser cleared his throat, and shot Ray a quick glance. "Right you are, Ray." Eyes back to the Doctor. "Are you quite sure it's not dead?"
"Positive. If there's one evolutionary trick every last life form on Xeryan B seems to have perfected, it's refabrication. It'll be breaking down the door in less than half an hour, I should think." The Doctor didn't sound particularly worried.
“Could we perhaps sneak past it while it’s busy, er, refabricating?” Fraser suggested.
The Doctor shook his head. “It’s not a risk I’d be willing to take. It’ll lash out to protect itself instinctively, even if it is half way through the process.”
"Well, we won't be escaping this way," Rose said, over by the fire door. "Nailed shut, and three padlocks on the bars outside. The windows are all much the same."
"That's a shocking breach of fire regulations," Fraser said, wandering across to see for himself. He sounded genuinely upset. And now Rose was giving Fraser the are-you-for-real look, which made Ray feel slightly better.
The Doctor was in the middle of the room, hands in pockets, staring round at it all: the whole gothic decor thing, the big fake fireplace, the high wall shelves, the total lack of heavy weaponry. He nodded at Rose. "We couldn't have gone out that way, in any case," he said. "It would only have followed us, and we could hardly have it rampaging through downtown Chicago, slaughtering everyone in its path.”
“So we call it in,” Ray said, reaching for his cellphone.
The Doctor whipped his head round to glare at Ray. “And say what? They’re not going to believe you, and if they approach it unprepared, there’ll be carnage. The creature’s here and it’s got our scent. We just have to stay and fight it."
“Kill it?” Rose said sharply.
“Rose, we’re not talking about a Slitheen. There’s no redeeming intelligence there, just the instinct to kill or maim any other living thing it sees. Xeryan B’s evolutionary bias is extreme; it only breeds the most vicious of monsters, and we can’t afford to let one loose here. As I say, we have to stop it.”
"Yeah, right." Ray fished out his boot gun and spun it round his finger. "And unless either of you are packing, we're going to stop it with what, exactly? A couple of repro fire irons and my backup gun? I hardly made a dent in it the first time, and now we're down to this. We're screwed."
Fraser laughed unexpectedly. "On the contrary, Ray. Look around you. Books! The most powerful weapons in the world! We're in an armoury here."
The Doctor was grinning all over his face as he clapped Fraser on the shoulder. "Well, you're obviously the brains of this outfit," he said, and Ray experienced a sudden and vivid urge to kick him in the head.
"I'll start with demonology," the Doctor said.
"And I'll take exorcisms," Fraser replied enthusiastically.
Ray groaned and waggled his eyebrows at Rose, but she was right there with the program, pulling a huge dusty book over and perching on the edge of the desk.
Ray prowled the room for a while, but when Fraser told him, “Arm yourself!” and handed him an ancient, mouldy-looking encyclopaedia of the occult, he muttered, "Yeah, right, what should I look for?"
"Anything about the Buruth demon," the Doctor said cheerfully. "It has to have its weaknesses. That's the way universal law works."
"Kryptonite," Ray said, and started flicking through the pages.
He'd not even found the entry for the Buruth demon when Fraser said, "Ah," in that quietly excited way of his, right at the moment when the Doctor's high-speed murmuring ended in a shout of "Yes!"
"It's the eyes," the Doctor said. "We just have to destroy the eyes to knock out the distributed neural circuitry completely. If we can subdue it for long enough, that is."
Fraser hmmed a little. "Well, that should be possible. The language in this one is a trifle flowery, but I believe the gist of it is, the creature is highly susceptible to vapours of certain medium density waxes, such as... no, that won't do... perhaps... of course! Lanolin!" He let the book fall to the table and glanced round at the rest of them. "I don't suppose any of you, no, not in this weather. Ah well, it can't be avoided." He'd already unfastened his collar as he spoke, and was stripping his tunic off in record time.
"Frase, what are you doing?" Ray demanded. "You got to get naked to fight this thing?"
"Not naked, Ray. We only need the wool."
"He's right," the Doctor said, jabbing a finger at Fraser's book. "Fumes from the lanolin in the wool should quieten the creature down, and give you the chance to shoot its eyes out. All of them. Have you got enough ammunition?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Ray said, only half listening while he watched Fraser pull off his boots and arrange them neatly under the desk.
The Mountie pushed his suspenders off his shoulders, saying, "My apologies, Rose. It's just that with repeated exposure to the elements, cleaning and the like, one can't be entirely sure of the lanolin content." He started undoing his pants.
"Be my guest," Rose said, laughing. She gave Ray a knowing look and hissed from the side of her mouth, "Unexpected bonus."
"Hey!" he shot back.
"Oh come on, I'm only looking." She punched his arm lightly.
Of course she was looking. She'd have had to be blind, otherwise. Fraser's white cotton boxers and henley might have started the day nicely starched and crisp, but even the Super-Mountie had to build up a sweat under all that serge in May. His shirt was damp in the back, and sticking to his skin between the shoulder blades. The pushed-up sleeves looked somehow sinful, and the shorts - well, perhaps it'd be better for everyone if Ray kept his eyes off the shorts.
While Ray stood gawping, the Doctor and Rose had emptied one of the big urns from beside the fireplace, and done something with bits of paper and a high-tech pen thing of the Doctor's. They had quite a fire going. Rose took the clothes from Fraser, and handed him a coal shovel in return.
"Jeez, Fraser, you're actually going to let them burn the uniform? Isn’t that, like, sacrilege?"
"Not so much burn, as roast it," Fraser said firmly. "Really, Ray, there's no other choice."
He was right, if the growling was anything to go by. Totally pissed off growling, of the who shot me in the head when I wasn't paying attention? variety, and coming from right outside the door.
The wool certainly smelled bad.
The smoke got thicker, the growling outside got louder, and Fraser coughed behind his hand, then hefted the shovel. "Well, Ray,” he said, “I think it might be time for you to, ah, stack that bad boy."
"That's rack, Fraser." Like he didn't know.
Fraser knocked his palm against his forehead. "Rack, of course. Rack that bad boy." The corner of his lip twitched, very slightly.
Ray could feel the grin stretching his own face. He had to be hyped on adrenaline, because on the other side of that door - the door they were about to open - there was a three-headed alien hellhound, angry as fuck and probably just as hungry. No way should he be having fun.
“Don’t forget, all the eyes,” the Doctor said. He was waving the poker about and grinning, too, but then he was obviously a bigger freak than any of them. "Ready?" he asked. He nodded to Rose, who reached for the top bolt.
"Ready," Ray said, with just a touch of Steve McQueen. He pushed his glasses up his nose and flicked off the safety. "Let's take this mother down."
********************
When it was over, the Doctor and Rose volunteered to get rid of the carcass. For once, Fraser had reluctantly agreed that the world didn't have to know the whole truth. They'd had the call to say that the Brotherhood had been picked up, all of them, speeding on the freeway in their little Honda bus. The DA would have plenty to work on with the larceny, fraud and extortion, without having to throw charges of summoning hell-spawn into the mix. And that was a good thing, too. Juries tended to get twitchy over stuff like that.
Almost as twitchy as Fraser, who'd apparently come down off his own adrenaline gig and remembered that he was parading around in his underwear. Ray draped an arm across Fraser’s shoulder, and got a good lungful of sweaty Mountie for his efforts. It certainly beat lanolin fumes.
"Come on, Frase, let's go and get you some uncooked clothes." Ray rattled the car keys, trying to ignore Rose mouthing "Shame!" over the Doctor's shoulder. "We can figure out what to put in the report while we're driving."
But once they were in the Goat they didn't speak for a while. Ray drummed rapidly on the wheel, thinking it all through.
They'd agreed to meet Rose and the Doctor later, at Dino's. The Doctor had insisted - "We can't possibly visit nineteen nineties Chicago and not eat some decent Italian food," - and something about that sentence made Ray think Fraser’d had a point when he'd whispered, "Ray, Maximilian Cadwallader has been dead since 1937!"
So it was strange, and the Doctor was right past strange and out the other side, but Rose was fun, and the Mountie was kind of cute when he got that open-mouthed amazed stare all over his face.
Ray would be willing to work pretty hard to earn that stare for himself.
Pulling up at a red light, Ray looked across to the passenger seat, careful not to focus on his partner’s legs for too long. Fraser was staring at him right now, but it was more warm than astonished.
"That was good work, Ray," Fraser said softly.
"You too, Frase. Guess we saved the day, or the town, or something."
Fraser smiled, and Ray smiled back, and just like that he made the decision.
They'd eat dinner with the others, and afterwards there’d be no going back to the consulate. He’d invite Fraser up to his apartment and they'd kick back on the couch, with a beer maybe, and have a long overdue talk. About buddies, and partners, and just what Fraser ought to be doing with that big, hot body of his. Because Fraser and him, they were on the same page now. He could feel it.
And sure, there was the two guys thing, and the two cops thing, and none of it was exactly normal, but what the hell. After the kind of day they'd had, what was a little weirdness between friends?
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Date: 2006-04-29 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 12:22 pm (UTC)What I really need is picture of his ass from that because his bubble butt would make an icon of beauty.
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Date: 2006-04-30 02:00 pm (UTC)Here (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/Ailaois/Pic03.jpg)
and
Here (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/Ailaois/Pic02.jpg)
and
Here (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/Ailaois/Pic01.jpg)
and an icon base
Here (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/Ailaois/MenWithBrooms05.jpg)
Enjoy :)
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Date: 2006-04-30 07:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 07:55 pm (UTC)I especially like Rose's response to Fraser stripping right down to his boxers :)
Yes, poor Fraser. Destined to be a sex object, despite his noble intentions. *Evil laugh*
Oh, and I too love your icon. I saw Men with Brooms for the first time this week and it confirmed the fact that it isn't only the character of the Mountie that does it for me. The man himself is sex on legs.
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Date: 2006-04-30 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 08:24 pm (UTC)Oh yes, you're SO right. The first time he said 'fuck' I nearly fell off the sofa, and by the end of the movie I was in serious pain.
And this evening I've been watching Tales of the City. God. Even the bad hair and outfits can't hide the fact that the man Is. Sex. On. Legs.
OK, going off to lie down in a dark place now.
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Date: 2006-04-29 11:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 07:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-29 11:48 pm (UTC)"Be my guest," Rose said, laughing. She gave Ray a knowing look and hissed from the side of her mouth, "Unexpected bonus."
"Hey!" he shot back.
"Oh come on, I'm only looking." She punched his arm lightly.
Hee! So funny.
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Date: 2006-04-30 07:57 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment.
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Date: 2006-04-30 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 12:31 am (UTC)Much with the fun -- thanks!
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Date: 2006-04-30 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 01:30 am (UTC)And you've caught Rose particularly well -- "Unexpected bonus." I can just hear her voice.
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Date: 2006-04-30 08:00 pm (UTC)you've caught Rose particularly well
I'm glad you thought so. Rose is much easier than the newest Doctor, partly because she's been around longer, and partly because I work with an awful lot of people who talk much like her. *g*
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Date: 2006-04-30 02:19 am (UTC)EXCELLENT!
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Date: 2006-04-30 08:04 pm (UTC)All this enthusiasm is going to my head, so there might well be more at some stage. It's such a pleasant surprise to find a lively community in a fandom that I'd assumed I was too late for (having seen my first ever DS episode only three months ago.)
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Date: 2006-04-30 11:17 pm (UTC)I'm a long-time fan of DS, and I assure you that it's never too late. I really really love the third season. You captured RayK so perfectly! It's easy to "write geek" for Frasier, but difficult to capture RayK's unique personality.
Veccio would have argued the whole way, signifigantly slowing everything and annoying everyone except Fraser, who would say "Yes Ray" and go off to do the Fraser Thing.
The Doctor and Rose... I ADORE THE NEW SHOW. I'm Dr. Who Old School, and lemme tell ya, the new has the same quirks, voice and heart as the old. I may have written a few things different, but... *shrug* It's up to the Brits, not to me.
I am sooooooooo looking forward to more DS fics from you, and hopefully a few Who as well. ;)
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Date: 2006-05-08 10:38 pm (UTC)I am sooooooooo looking forward to more DS fics from you
Be careful what you wish for - here's the sequel (http://capella-fic.livejournal.com/55309.html)...
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Date: 2006-04-30 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 08:06 pm (UTC)I only wish you'd write what happens back at Ray's place after dinner.
Well, it seems there are thousands of Fraser/RayK's first kiss/sex/whatever stories out there. If I could think of anything original I might well add another one, but at this stage in the fandom that might be difficult!
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Date: 2006-04-30 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-08 10:40 pm (UTC)So yeah, I went and did it anyway. Here it is. (http://capella-fic.livejournal.com/55309.html)
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Date: 2006-05-09 03:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 03:54 am (UTC)And just like that, the guy was off and running with some weird anecdote, exactly like Fraser with his Inuit stories except about twice as fast. And Fraser was standing there gazing, with that look on his face that you normally saw on the other guy, the one getting the Benton Fraser treatment for the first time.
She was hot in a vaguely slutty way; all overdone eyeliner and bad bleach job, but nice curves under the tight faded jeans and T shirt, and eyes full of laughter.
I loved these descriptions - a great way to start off - and the story got even better from there! The choice of using RayV's POV was an excellent one - of all the characters you use, he's the one with which the audience can most easily identify, and I *love* the way you portray them from his perspective.
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Date: 2006-04-30 08:10 pm (UTC)The choice of using RayV's POV was an excellent one
He's got such a quirky voice, I was a little apprehensive about attempting it (me being English and all!) but I could just see his reaction to the weirdness that is the Doctor, not to mention the monster.
I'm really happy this worked for you. Thanks again.
Great icon, by the way. *g*
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Date: 2006-04-30 06:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 08:16 pm (UTC)(And I'm particularly pleased to have provided you with a moment's amusement, seeing as how your Badfic made me laugh longer and louder than any other fanfic I've read.)
Have you not seen any of the new series yet? You're going to love it when you do. David Tennant is everything the Doctor should be, and sexy with it. Not that I didn't love Christopher Eccleston. It's just more of a good thing, really. Now, if only we can get him together with Captain Jack...
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Date: 2006-04-30 12:45 pm (UTC)Rose would so be all over Fraser. Metaphorically speaking.
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Date: 2006-04-30 08:18 pm (UTC)You know, I wondered about this for a while, but I think I agree with you. After all, she fell for Jack when he first showed up with his haircream and uniform. And besides, Fraser has that whole mysterious pheromone thing going on. *Sigh*
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Date: 2006-04-30 09:14 pm (UTC)EvilVery Good Indeed Twin. He is very obliging, because it would be evil for him to be otherwise.no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 05:07 pm (UTC)Now then.... do it again! *G* No really, please?
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Date: 2006-04-30 08:21 pm (UTC)dS and DW are really just made to go together
Well, I'm very relieved to find that I'm not the only person who thinks so. It hadn't actually hit me until the line 'Books! The most powerful weapons in the world!' came out of nowhere last Saturday. And then suddenly it all made perfect sense. Of a kind.
Now then.... do it again!
We'll see...
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Date: 2006-05-01 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-04 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-01 11:59 pm (UTC)Kind of sums up Due South and Ray K/Fraser right there, doesn't it? That's a terrific last paragraph. I think last lines are so important, and this one's absolutely great.
The whole story's wonderful. I don't know the new Dr. Who, but I know the old one, and it was a superb idea to have Fraser and the Doctor meet. They speak the same language! The lines about books being an armory--either one of them could have said it, and it's a dorky, perfect moment. The most hilarious moment is when the Doctor starts expounding on something and Fraser glazes over the way others do when he wings into one of his Inuit stories. Yay! I hope Ray takes that memory out often and has a good laugh.
Some really fine writing here. Dry and funny! For instance:
The DA would have plenty to work on with the larceny, fraud and extortion, without having to throw charges of summoning hell-spawn into the mix. And that was a good thing, too. Juries tended to get twitchy over stuff like that.
Hee! Summoning hell-spawn! This fits into both DS and Dr. Who, because even though we don't see science fiction as such in DS, we are informed in "Seeing is Believing" that Ray was abducted by aliens as a child, and we have all the magical realism...it works.
I love Ray's intuitively quick decision to broach the subject of his relationship with Fraser. Would love to see it played out in a sequel!
Finally, you get bonus props for getting Fraser to strip! I love Rose's noticing that Ray is: 1) ogling Fraser also, and B) jealous. :)
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Date: 2006-05-04 05:39 pm (UTC)Finally, you get bonus props for getting Fraser to strip!
It proved to be an irresistible prospect, I'm afraid, even if it did make for some seriously over-contrived plotting. Sweaty Fraser in his boxers definitely does it for me.
I love Rose's noticing that Ray is: 1) ogling Fraser also, and B) jealous.
I reckon she's been around Captain Jack for long enough to recognise a bit of honest M/M lust when she sees it. ;)
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Date: 2006-05-05 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-05 06:28 am (UTC)Sorry! I didn't mean to be obscure. Suffice to say that Giles is a librarian (amongst other things) whose first move in any fight against evil monsters is to turn to his books, and Jack is a very openly bisexual charmer who flirts outrageously with all and sundry. That's about it, really.
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Date: 2006-05-08 10:43 pm (UTC)It seems I couldn't resist. Here it is... (http://capella-fic.livejournal.com/55309.html)
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Date: 2006-08-20 09:36 pm (UTC)