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Ray lay on the floor, shifting and wiggling - he'd never been able to sit still - as the curtains billowed in the breeze that brought a scent of lilac and honeysuckle into their home. Normally, Ray would have liked that, but he didn't even notice today.

He'd been laying on the floor for a very long time, just staring up at the red spots on the wall and ceiling - the spots made from where he'd gotten mad and slammed the pot of sauce down on the stove last night.

He bunched his fists at his side to keep from getting up and slamming them into something - a wall, probably, but maybe a doorframe or a door. Finally, he relaxed his hands, desperately trying not to lose it.

He and Fraser fought - bickered, his mum called it - all the time. So what was different about last night? Why had he gotten so damn pissed over Fraser's nitpicking? He rubbed his face with a sigh. Facing the truth sucked - he'd faced the truth before and it damn near killed him. But he had to, or he and Fraser would never work this out. And they had to. They just had to. So he lay there and thought about the truth for a long time.

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Ray lay quietly now, still on the floor, waiting. Finally, when he had just about despaired of Fraser coming home, he heard the familiar tread on the porch and then Fraser was there, standing over him, looking down at him, his expression unreadable.

"Ray? Are you all right?"

"No," Ray said with a slow shake of his head, and then he scrambled to his feet, almost kicking Fraser in the process and slipping on a booda bone of Diefenbaker's. "No, I'm not all right."

Fraser glanced over to where the sauce had stained the wall, and then he looked back at Ray. "Might I ask what's wrong?"

Ray grabbed Fraser's dark blue t-shirt and pulled him closer. Fraser frowned, but when Ray kissed him, he relaxed against Ray and kissed him back, cupping the back of Ray's head with one hand while the other rested against Ray's hip.

"I love you, Ray," Fraser said quietly, leaning his forehead against Ray's. "I don't want to fight."

"I don't want to fight either, Ben. I love you too, and…" Ray licked his lips, "that's the problem, see? I'm…"

"Jealous?"

"Yeah, jealous," Ray said, looking relieved and stepping back a little. "I can't help it, I know he's the real Ray -"

"No," Fraser said sharply. "No, he's not."

Ray looked startled. "Huh?"

"You're my Ray, so that makes you the real Ray, Ray."

Ray's lips quirked up and he hooked his thumbs in Fraser's belt loops. "I'm your Ray, huh?"

"Yes," Fraser said, smiling a little as he kissed Ray again. "Forever."

"Yeah," Ray agreed, sliding his thumbs out of the belt loops and taking Fraser's hands in his. "Forever."

And as Fraser led Ray over to the couch to talk some more, the curtains billowed in the night air, letting in fresh air, just like Fraser liked it.

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"You're my Ray, so that makes you the real Ray, Ray."

awwww! that was so sweet! i love that fraser thinks that way. ^__^

Thank you!!

I really like this, Bast -- especially the image of Ray lying on the floor of the kitchen ruminating on the fight.

Thank you!

Awwwww. Totally in character, totally sweet.

Thanks!