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ds_flashfictionI couldn't stop thinking about Paul and his outfit in Burnt Toast ...
Ray is checking his wrist watch curiously, thinking he might have it all wrong but no, he’s on time. Not one minute late for work.
But why is Dief already at the station, chasing around for donuts?
Ray’s about to settle into his seat when Welsh opens the door of his office, waving him in and Ray almost goes down in shock.
Fraser.
No, it can’t be Fraser because this guy looks like an old dusty professor from the 18th century, all tweed and everything. Add a pipe dangling from one corner of his mouth and the picture would be perfect.
“Good morning, Ray,” Fraser greets him but Ray is too confused about the missing red on his partner to say anything.
“Constable Fraser was so kind to offer his help in the Delay-case,” Welsh explains like it would make perfect sense now for Fraser to look the way he does.
“The hashish-cake-case?” Ray asks in disbelief.
The Delay case was just some school kids playing a prank on a teacher, nothing serious to get Ray’s or even the Mountie’s pants in a knot.
“Mayor Delay made it perfectly clear over the phone that this case gets our unrestricted attention,” Welsh looks at Ray challengingly like he has just read his Detective’s mind.
“As I understand here,” Fraser steps in, “Mrs. Delay whom I think is Mr. Delay’s wife,” and Ray wants to slap himself on the head for not getting the connection, ”is hospitalized at the moment, recovering from a mild overdose after eating a piece of cake that was delivered to her office. I’ll pose as her replacement for English literature.”
“Why him? I’m the undercover-guy in this partnership.”
“I was undercover before, Ray. I certainly …”
“Just a second, Constable,” Welsh turns towards Ray, smiling mildly. “Detective, please enlighten us with your knowledge about William Shakespeare.”
“Shakes who?”
“My point exactly, Detective.”
“Okay,” Ray cracks his neck. “Maybe I dunno anything about that guy but sending Fraser to a college full of girls,” Fraser is about to object when Ray lifts his hands, apologizing, “female students it not a good idea.”
“You may have a point, Detective.”
“With all due respect, Leftenant,” Fraser rubs his eyebrow. “I’m well-trained in dealing with critical situations and I certainly am able to handle a classroom of ladies who take joy in literature.”
“Ladies,” Ray snorts. “Those ain’t ladies, Fraser. They’re pubescent girls who gonna eat you for breakfast.”
“That’s just silly, Ray,” Fraser tugs at his collar in embarrassment and Ray can see it all: clothes torn from Fraser’s body, leaving him unprotected and naked.
But maybe that’s just his mind wandering around places it has no right being.
“Off,” Welsh holds the office door open, almost shooing Ray and Fraser out.
“Okay, my bookish-friend,” Ray teases, “when do you have to start?”
“My first class is scheduled for 10:15, Ray.”
“Let’s move, then.”
~::~::~
“Would you mind keeping an eye on Diefenbaker, Ray?” Fraser asks on their way to college. “I’m afraid animals are not permitted on campus.”
“Not a problem,” Ray grins, looking into the rear-mirror at the half-wolf.
“Thank you kindly, Ray.”
The campus comes into sight and Ray parks the car, looking doubtfully between Fraser and the mostly female students, sighing.
“I guess, they're gonna be all over you, even writing declarations of love on their eyelids.”
“Ray, I don’t know what…”
“Indiana Jones, Fraser,” Ray interrupts and rolls his eyes. “How can you teach these kids anything when you don’t even know the basics?!”
“I don’t understand what Indiana Jones and English literature have in common, Ray,” Fraser says annoyed while he gets out of the car, turning towards the entrance.
“Oh yeah, they gonna eat you for breakfast for sure,” Ray whispers, looking after his partner, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel.
~::~::~
Perhaps Fraser should have paid more attention to Ray’s warning words because throughout his classes he had to turn a blind eye to more than one overtone.
Not that there were any declarations of love as Ray had suspected, at least, not yet. But it became very uncomfortable and Fraser came to conclusion that it wasn’t just the colour of his uniform that attracted attention.
What a shame that the one person who’s attention he wanted seemed to be blind to his attraction.
~::~::~
“Pizza,” Ray’s knocking on Fraser’s door, Dief right on his heels, not letting the box of Pizza out of his sight for a moment.
“Ray,” Fraser greets him, smiling, inviting him in and Ray takes a look around. This very much covered what Fraser apartment would look like if he had one - book shelves all-around.
“You must be one happy customer, Fraser.” He sets the Pizza down, just out of Dief’s reach who complains loudly.
“Hardly,” Fraser sighs and Fraser never ever sighs. And that gets Ray worried.
“What’s wrong?”
“You may have been right, Ray,” Fraser confesses, rubbing his eyebrow in embarrassment. “Perhaps I’m really not equipped to be a teacher.”
“Huh?”
“I merely thought it’s the uniform, Ray,” Fraser explains, for once not paying attention to Ray’s confusion. “But today … today robbed me of that notion.”
Dief whines but not out of sympathy, no. He somehow managed to drag the Pizza box off the table but neither Ray nor Fraser pay any attention to the half-wolf.
“They were hitting on you pretty bad then?” Ray steps closer to his friend, almost unable to prevent his hands for reaching out and dragging Fraser close.
“Continuously,” Fraser says, tired of defending himself against people who don’t know him and wouldn’t probably want him if they did. “I’m getting really tired, Ray,” he whispers helplessly. “These women don’t know anything about me …”
“I know you,” Ray’s voice is barely a whisper now and Fraser’s head comes up in rush, locking eye with Ray, searching for a hint of what Ray’s really saying.
“I know you,” Ray says again, his hands grabbing Fraser by his tweed jacket, pulling him in for a hug.
“I know you,” he speaks directly into Fraser’s ear now which sends a shiver down Fraser’s spine. “And it’s not the uniform either,” Fraser can feel Ray’s chuckle against his cheek. “In fact, even your Sherlock Holmes outfit turns me on.”
“Ray,” Fraser almost groans when Ray sucks on his earlobe which sets things in motion like discussing how to disrobe most effectively or Ray staying on campus until a cake makes its appearance and the malfeasant are in custody or how to discipline Dief for eating their Pizza but mostly how to disrobe and getting as close as possible.
The End
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Ray is checking his wrist watch curiously, thinking he might have it all wrong but no, he’s on time. Not one minute late for work.
But why is Dief already at the station, chasing around for donuts?
Ray’s about to settle into his seat when Welsh opens the door of his office, waving him in and Ray almost goes down in shock.
Fraser.
No, it can’t be Fraser because this guy looks like an old dusty professor from the 18th century, all tweed and everything. Add a pipe dangling from one corner of his mouth and the picture would be perfect.
“Good morning, Ray,” Fraser greets him but Ray is too confused about the missing red on his partner to say anything.
“Constable Fraser was so kind to offer his help in the Delay-case,” Welsh explains like it would make perfect sense now for Fraser to look the way he does.
“The hashish-cake-case?” Ray asks in disbelief.
The Delay case was just some school kids playing a prank on a teacher, nothing serious to get Ray’s or even the Mountie’s pants in a knot.
“Mayor Delay made it perfectly clear over the phone that this case gets our unrestricted attention,” Welsh looks at Ray challengingly like he has just read his Detective’s mind.
“As I understand here,” Fraser steps in, “Mrs. Delay whom I think is Mr. Delay’s wife,” and Ray wants to slap himself on the head for not getting the connection, ”is hospitalized at the moment, recovering from a mild overdose after eating a piece of cake that was delivered to her office. I’ll pose as her replacement for English literature.”
“Why him? I’m the undercover-guy in this partnership.”
“I was undercover before, Ray. I certainly …”
“Just a second, Constable,” Welsh turns towards Ray, smiling mildly. “Detective, please enlighten us with your knowledge about William Shakespeare.”
“Shakes who?”
“My point exactly, Detective.”
“Okay,” Ray cracks his neck. “Maybe I dunno anything about that guy but sending Fraser to a college full of girls,” Fraser is about to object when Ray lifts his hands, apologizing, “female students it not a good idea.”
“You may have a point, Detective.”
“With all due respect, Leftenant,” Fraser rubs his eyebrow. “I’m well-trained in dealing with critical situations and I certainly am able to handle a classroom of ladies who take joy in literature.”
“Ladies,” Ray snorts. “Those ain’t ladies, Fraser. They’re pubescent girls who gonna eat you for breakfast.”
“That’s just silly, Ray,” Fraser tugs at his collar in embarrassment and Ray can see it all: clothes torn from Fraser’s body, leaving him unprotected and naked.
But maybe that’s just his mind wandering around places it has no right being.
“Off,” Welsh holds the office door open, almost shooing Ray and Fraser out.
“Okay, my bookish-friend,” Ray teases, “when do you have to start?”
“My first class is scheduled for 10:15, Ray.”
“Let’s move, then.”
~::~::~
“Would you mind keeping an eye on Diefenbaker, Ray?” Fraser asks on their way to college. “I’m afraid animals are not permitted on campus.”
“Not a problem,” Ray grins, looking into the rear-mirror at the half-wolf.
“Thank you kindly, Ray.”
The campus comes into sight and Ray parks the car, looking doubtfully between Fraser and the mostly female students, sighing.
“I guess, they're gonna be all over you, even writing declarations of love on their eyelids.”
“Ray, I don’t know what…”
“Indiana Jones, Fraser,” Ray interrupts and rolls his eyes. “How can you teach these kids anything when you don’t even know the basics?!”
“I don’t understand what Indiana Jones and English literature have in common, Ray,” Fraser says annoyed while he gets out of the car, turning towards the entrance.
“Oh yeah, they gonna eat you for breakfast for sure,” Ray whispers, looking after his partner, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel.
~::~::~
Perhaps Fraser should have paid more attention to Ray’s warning words because throughout his classes he had to turn a blind eye to more than one overtone.
Not that there were any declarations of love as Ray had suspected, at least, not yet. But it became very uncomfortable and Fraser came to conclusion that it wasn’t just the colour of his uniform that attracted attention.
What a shame that the one person who’s attention he wanted seemed to be blind to his attraction.
~::~::~
“Pizza,” Ray’s knocking on Fraser’s door, Dief right on his heels, not letting the box of Pizza out of his sight for a moment.
“Ray,” Fraser greets him, smiling, inviting him in and Ray takes a look around. This very much covered what Fraser apartment would look like if he had one - book shelves all-around.
“You must be one happy customer, Fraser.” He sets the Pizza down, just out of Dief’s reach who complains loudly.
“Hardly,” Fraser sighs and Fraser never ever sighs. And that gets Ray worried.
“What’s wrong?”
“You may have been right, Ray,” Fraser confesses, rubbing his eyebrow in embarrassment. “Perhaps I’m really not equipped to be a teacher.”
“Huh?”
“I merely thought it’s the uniform, Ray,” Fraser explains, for once not paying attention to Ray’s confusion. “But today … today robbed me of that notion.”
Dief whines but not out of sympathy, no. He somehow managed to drag the Pizza box off the table but neither Ray nor Fraser pay any attention to the half-wolf.
“They were hitting on you pretty bad then?” Ray steps closer to his friend, almost unable to prevent his hands for reaching out and dragging Fraser close.
“Continuously,” Fraser says, tired of defending himself against people who don’t know him and wouldn’t probably want him if they did. “I’m getting really tired, Ray,” he whispers helplessly. “These women don’t know anything about me …”
“I know you,” Ray’s voice is barely a whisper now and Fraser’s head comes up in rush, locking eye with Ray, searching for a hint of what Ray’s really saying.
“I know you,” Ray says again, his hands grabbing Fraser by his tweed jacket, pulling him in for a hug.
“I know you,” he speaks directly into Fraser’s ear now which sends a shiver down Fraser’s spine. “And it’s not the uniform either,” Fraser can feel Ray’s chuckle against his cheek. “In fact, even your Sherlock Holmes outfit turns me on.”
“Ray,” Fraser almost groans when Ray sucks on his earlobe which sets things in motion like discussing how to disrobe most effectively or Ray staying on campus until a cake makes its appearance and the malfeasant are in custody or how to discipline Dief for eating their Pizza but mostly how to disrobe and getting as close as possible.
The End
Thanks to
stormymouse for her help!
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