Window Challenge by Aingeal
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ds_flashfictionTitle: I don’t think they have doors in Canada
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1221
Summary: Fraser keeps jumping out of windows and Ray thinks it's time he asked why.
Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lozenger8 for beta and thoughts.
I don’t think they have doors in Canada
Ever since he’d met Benton Fraser, Ray had known the Mountie’s penchant for jumping out of windows. Fraser had hardly been in Chicago five minutes when he’d leapt out the window of the apartment he was viewing, dump that it was. Ray had been a bit taken aback, but he’d risked life, limb and hundred dollar shoes, not to mention his pants, climbing after Fraser.
Ray then remembered he’d pushed Fraser out of the window in Drake’s apartment after knowing the Mountie a whole twenty four hours. Of course, in that case he’d had no option unless he’d wanted to see Fraser blown up, but Fraser jumped [out] of windows by choice.
They couldn’t even have a quiet night out at a restaurant without Fraser hearing a crime and leaping out of the window to investigate, despite Ray’s pleas not to. Ray’s attempts at a date had been thwarted by an open window and Fraser’s super hearing.
Windows were for climbing through, in a fit of romantic stupidity, not jumping out of. Unless you were a wolf on a toilet break. It had finally got to the point that Ray had to ask the question. As they arrived at Fraser’s apartment for their usual Friday night pizza Ray asked it.
“Do they not have doors in Canada?”
“What do you mean, Ray?”
Ray paced up and down the kitchen area. “I mean; why do you jump out of windows when you can use doors?”
“Sometimes time is of the essence in order to catch a criminal, Ray, and leaping out of a window saves time.”
“But it could kill you,” Ray pointed out.
“Ray, the risks of leaping out of a window are comparable with falling down stairs.”
“Except stairs are safer.”
“Many domestic accidents occur on the stairs, Ray.”
“A window can’t be any safer. It’s a big drop.” Ray moved to near Fraser’s bed and looked out of the window. There was a bit of a drop.
“As long as you know what you’re doing, it’s perfectly safe.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t have to watch your partner leap out of a third storey window and hope he’s not going to break his leg,” Ray paused. “Or worse.”
“I’ve never really thought about that.”
“No, because you just leap of windows without caring about whether I have to follow you.”
“You don’t have to follow me.”
“Yes I do. Somebody has to be your backup.”
“You can use the stairs, Ray.”
“That’s not the point, Fraser.”
“Then what is the point?”
Ray could tell Fraser was getting a bit snippy. He sighed and came to stand next to his friend. “You’re not superman. You might wear red and you look good in blue but you can’t fly.”
“I don’t have to fly to jump out of a window.”
“It would be safer if you did.” Ray took Fraser’s arm and gave it a quick squeeze.
“I had no idea it bothered you so much, Ray.”
“I mean I should be used to it, right? We go out for dinner, you jump out of the window, we stay in for pizza, you end up jumping out of the window. Maybe we should start the date by jumping out of the window.”
“That wouldn’t be very romantic, Ray.”
“See?”
“Would it be romantic if we had to interrupt the date to stop a criminal anyway, Ray?”
“Maybe not, but if you used the stairs, at least I wouldn’t be worrying about you spending the end of it in a hospital bed instead of in bed with me. What?” Ray stopped to see a smile tugging at the corners of Fraser’s mouth.
“Nothing, Ray.”
“Is that a smile? You’re smiling at this?”
“You don’t think I worry?”
Ray was taken aback. “What?”
“You sometimes leap of the windows to follow me; you don’t think I have the same worries?”
“Are you saying I’m no good at jumping out of windows because here in the United States of America we use doors?”
“That’s not what I meant, Ray.”
“Then what did you mean?”
“I understand.”
“You understand?”
“Yes, Ray. I understand why you’re concerned.”
“But you’re going to keep doing it?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Would you stop me?” Fraser met Ray’s eyes. It was the big eyed Mountie look. Ray was powerless.
“No, I guess I wouldn’t.” He paused. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“Do what?”
“Persuade me that you jumping out of windows is a good thing.”
“Ray?”
“Yeah?”
“This is a date.”
“Yes.”
Fraser moved to the window and opened it. “Shall we?”
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding, Benny!”
Apparently Fraser wasn’t kidding. He’d opened the window to its fullest extent and had his leg on the ledge. “Take my hand, Ray.”
“There’s no room.”
“We can both fit, Ray,” Fraser replied. The window did look bigger than Ray had seen it. It looked as if there might be enough room.
“You want us to leap out of the window together?
“Yes. Just take my hand, Ray.” Fraser held it out.
Ray rolled his eyes and took it. It was a tight squeeze with them both teetering at the edge of the window but they just managed it. “You’re nuts, you know that?”
“Possibly, Ray.”
Ray caressed Fraser’s cheek with his free hand and gave him a quick kiss.
“Ray?”
That was for luck, because we’re going to need it.”
“Remember to bend your knees on impact, Ray. On three?”
“Yeah.”
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three,” they cried together.
“Benny!”
Ray was only dimly aware of leaving the safety of the window. He could feel the pressure of Fraser’s hand holding his and the sharp feeling of air against his face. He remembered to bend his knees and hit the ground, falling backward only to fall partially on top of Fraser.
“That wasn’t so bad was it, Ray?”
Ray slowed got up and dusted himself down. “It’s a good job we’ve not eaten yet.”
“Why?”
“I would have decorated the sidewalk with pepperoni pizza.”
“Ah. But you see, Ray there’s nothing to worry about.”
“It’s still not romantic, Benny.”
“Understood.”
Ray looked up to the ledge. Three stories was higher than he remembered. “So how are we going to get back in?”
“I was thinking the fire escape, Ray.”
Ray dutifully followed Fraser up the fire escape to the kitchen window.
“This is the best bit, you know.”
“What is?”
“Crawling through the window to get in,” Ray said as he fell rather awkwardly onto the floor. Fraser, on the other hand, had elegantly stepped in.
“Is this romantic?” Fraser asked helping Ray up.
“Wait until tomorrow and we’ll see.”
“Why tomorrow?”
“I need to make sure I have a safety harness.”
“Romeo didn’t use a harness.”
“But Juliet didn’t live in this neighbourhood.”
There was a knock on the door.
“I think our pizza’s here, Ray.”
“Let’s just hope the guy’s car doesn’t get stolen. One leap out of the window is enough for tonight. “
“Even if it was together, Ray?”
“Well, maybe not.”
At the smell of the freshly delivered pizza, Diefenbaker leapt back through the window. Ray had to admit they might have doors in Canada and in Chicago, but at a push windows were an okay alternative.
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1221
Summary: Fraser keeps jumping out of windows and Ray thinks it's time he asked why.
Notes: Thanks to
lozenger8 for beta and thoughts. I don’t think they have doors in Canada
Ever since he’d met Benton Fraser, Ray had known the Mountie’s penchant for jumping out of windows. Fraser had hardly been in Chicago five minutes when he’d leapt out the window of the apartment he was viewing, dump that it was. Ray had been a bit taken aback, but he’d risked life, limb and hundred dollar shoes, not to mention his pants, climbing after Fraser.
Ray then remembered he’d pushed Fraser out of the window in Drake’s apartment after knowing the Mountie a whole twenty four hours. Of course, in that case he’d had no option unless he’d wanted to see Fraser blown up, but Fraser jumped [out] of windows by choice.
They couldn’t even have a quiet night out at a restaurant without Fraser hearing a crime and leaping out of the window to investigate, despite Ray’s pleas not to. Ray’s attempts at a date had been thwarted by an open window and Fraser’s super hearing.
Windows were for climbing through, in a fit of romantic stupidity, not jumping out of. Unless you were a wolf on a toilet break. It had finally got to the point that Ray had to ask the question. As they arrived at Fraser’s apartment for their usual Friday night pizza Ray asked it.
“Do they not have doors in Canada?”
“What do you mean, Ray?”
Ray paced up and down the kitchen area. “I mean; why do you jump out of windows when you can use doors?”
“Sometimes time is of the essence in order to catch a criminal, Ray, and leaping out of a window saves time.”
“But it could kill you,” Ray pointed out.
“Ray, the risks of leaping out of a window are comparable with falling down stairs.”
“Except stairs are safer.”
“Many domestic accidents occur on the stairs, Ray.”
“A window can’t be any safer. It’s a big drop.” Ray moved to near Fraser’s bed and looked out of the window. There was a bit of a drop.
“As long as you know what you’re doing, it’s perfectly safe.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t have to watch your partner leap out of a third storey window and hope he’s not going to break his leg,” Ray paused. “Or worse.”
“I’ve never really thought about that.”
“No, because you just leap of windows without caring about whether I have to follow you.”
“You don’t have to follow me.”
“Yes I do. Somebody has to be your backup.”
“You can use the stairs, Ray.”
“That’s not the point, Fraser.”
“Then what is the point?”
Ray could tell Fraser was getting a bit snippy. He sighed and came to stand next to his friend. “You’re not superman. You might wear red and you look good in blue but you can’t fly.”
“I don’t have to fly to jump out of a window.”
“It would be safer if you did.” Ray took Fraser’s arm and gave it a quick squeeze.
“I had no idea it bothered you so much, Ray.”
“I mean I should be used to it, right? We go out for dinner, you jump out of the window, we stay in for pizza, you end up jumping out of the window. Maybe we should start the date by jumping out of the window.”
“That wouldn’t be very romantic, Ray.”
“See?”
“Would it be romantic if we had to interrupt the date to stop a criminal anyway, Ray?”
“Maybe not, but if you used the stairs, at least I wouldn’t be worrying about you spending the end of it in a hospital bed instead of in bed with me. What?” Ray stopped to see a smile tugging at the corners of Fraser’s mouth.
“Nothing, Ray.”
“Is that a smile? You’re smiling at this?”
“You don’t think I worry?”
Ray was taken aback. “What?”
“You sometimes leap of the windows to follow me; you don’t think I have the same worries?”
“Are you saying I’m no good at jumping out of windows because here in the United States of America we use doors?”
“That’s not what I meant, Ray.”
“Then what did you mean?”
“I understand.”
“You understand?”
“Yes, Ray. I understand why you’re concerned.”
“But you’re going to keep doing it?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Would you stop me?” Fraser met Ray’s eyes. It was the big eyed Mountie look. Ray was powerless.
“No, I guess I wouldn’t.” He paused. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“Do what?”
“Persuade me that you jumping out of windows is a good thing.”
“Ray?”
“Yeah?”
“This is a date.”
“Yes.”
Fraser moved to the window and opened it. “Shall we?”
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding, Benny!”
Apparently Fraser wasn’t kidding. He’d opened the window to its fullest extent and had his leg on the ledge. “Take my hand, Ray.”
“There’s no room.”
“We can both fit, Ray,” Fraser replied. The window did look bigger than Ray had seen it. It looked as if there might be enough room.
“You want us to leap out of the window together?
“Yes. Just take my hand, Ray.” Fraser held it out.
Ray rolled his eyes and took it. It was a tight squeeze with them both teetering at the edge of the window but they just managed it. “You’re nuts, you know that?”
“Possibly, Ray.”
Ray caressed Fraser’s cheek with his free hand and gave him a quick kiss.
“Ray?”
That was for luck, because we’re going to need it.”
“Remember to bend your knees on impact, Ray. On three?”
“Yeah.”
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three,” they cried together.
“Benny!”
Ray was only dimly aware of leaving the safety of the window. He could feel the pressure of Fraser’s hand holding his and the sharp feeling of air against his face. He remembered to bend his knees and hit the ground, falling backward only to fall partially on top of Fraser.
“That wasn’t so bad was it, Ray?”
Ray slowed got up and dusted himself down. “It’s a good job we’ve not eaten yet.”
“Why?”
“I would have decorated the sidewalk with pepperoni pizza.”
“Ah. But you see, Ray there’s nothing to worry about.”
“It’s still not romantic, Benny.”
“Understood.”
Ray looked up to the ledge. Three stories was higher than he remembered. “So how are we going to get back in?”
“I was thinking the fire escape, Ray.”
Ray dutifully followed Fraser up the fire escape to the kitchen window.
“This is the best bit, you know.”
“What is?”
“Crawling through the window to get in,” Ray said as he fell rather awkwardly onto the floor. Fraser, on the other hand, had elegantly stepped in.
“Is this romantic?” Fraser asked helping Ray up.
“Wait until tomorrow and we’ll see.”
“Why tomorrow?”
“I need to make sure I have a safety harness.”
“Romeo didn’t use a harness.”
“But Juliet didn’t live in this neighbourhood.”
There was a knock on the door.
“I think our pizza’s here, Ray.”
“Let’s just hope the guy’s car doesn’t get stolen. One leap out of the window is enough for tonight. “
“Even if it was together, Ray?”
“Well, maybe not.”
At the smell of the freshly delivered pizza, Diefenbaker leapt back through the window. Ray had to admit they might have doors in Canada and in Chicago, but at a push windows were an okay alternative.
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Date: 2007-03-07 10:54 am (UTC)You already know I love this.
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Date: 2007-03-07 11:24 am (UTC)::Cough:: Prompt ::Cough:: Why? comes to mind.
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Date: 2007-03-07 12:05 pm (UTC)Why? I think I might have one one for that but this works well *notes it down*
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Date: 2007-03-08 12:03 pm (UTC)*Nudge*
*Nudge*
*Nudge*
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Date: 2007-03-07 09:46 pm (UTC)Also icon love.
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Date: 2007-03-07 05:05 pm (UTC)I just had this vision of Diefenbaker watching and laughing from the window, then coming down and sniffing around them while they were lying on the pavement. I think Dief is very amused by them, in general.
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Date: 2007-03-07 09:49 pm (UTC)And I do think Dief gets a lot of amusement from watching them.
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Date: 2007-03-07 06:09 pm (UTC)“Romeo didn’t use a harness.”
“But Juliet didn’t live in this neighbourhood.”
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Date: 2007-03-07 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-07 08:29 pm (UTC)Ray’s attempts at a date had been thwarted by an open window and Fraser’s super hearing.
Oh, Ray. He tries so hard.
Fraser met Ray’s eyes. It was the big eyed Mountie look. Ray was powerless.
Isn't everyone powerless under The Look?
“Romeo didn’t use a harness.”
“But Juliet didn’t live in this neighbourhood.”
I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. Plus, I think Due South and Shakespeare are my OTP. I just. I love you.
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Date: 2007-03-07 10:09 pm (UTC)And poor Ray. He does try.
I don't think anyone could resist the look. Except maybe Victoria.
due South/Shakespeare is a wonderful OTP. Hmmmm *imagines Fraser and Ray in Hamlet*
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Date: 2007-03-07 10:14 pm (UTC)"Horatio,
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath sealed thee for herself."
You must write this. You must.
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Date: 2007-03-07 10:21 pm (UTC)Hamlet wants to avenge the death of his father, sees his father's ghost, his best friend Horatio supports him thoughout, Hamlet pretends to be mad and Fraser got himself commited.
Mmmm yes!
*ponders need for a Shakepeare related dS icon*
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Date: 2007-03-08 01:02 am (UTC)Also, Hamlet spends a fair amount of his time questioning whether or not he's doing the right thing. And the 'Alas, poor Yorrick' scene could take place in the morgue. Mort as the gravedigger!
I know you're incredibly busy with your harlequin fic at the moment, but I will come back to bug you about this later. ;-)
*goes off to re-read Hamlet*
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Date: 2007-03-08 05:16 pm (UTC)I do get distracted by new and shiny things and this is new and shiny.
I do love the idea.
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Date: 2007-03-15 09:10 am (UTC)Hee hee I love Fraser's comebacks.
I do especially like the slightly-snippy-Fraser banter.
Thank you.
And who knew that jumping out of a window together could be so romantic? Hee! Just an all around delightful story that left me all smiley.
I know. Fraser has some odd romantic ideas ;-) I'm glad you enjoyed it.