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keerawa
Title: The Feast of St. Jude
Characters: Fraser and Ma Vecchio
Rating: G
Words: 563
Notes: Thanks to my beta
nos4a2no9. St. Jude is the patron saint of desperate cases, lost causes, and the Chicago PD. I kid you not.
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bluebrocade
Fraser stood in Ray’s kitchen, absently stirring a pot of homemade marinara sauce while contemplating the evening’s highly anticipated postprandial activities. He had been pleased when Francesca invited him to the festivities, and honored when Mrs. Vecchio requested his assistance in the kitchen.
Ray, on the other hand, seemed rather perplexed. "It means Ma thinks you're family," he'd said loudly. The addendum, "and maybe a girl," had been almost too quiet for Fraser to catch. Indeed, he was the only male over the age of six-months in the swirling chaos of the Vecchio kitchen during preparations for an extended family gathering.
Mrs. Vecchio sat down at the kitchen table. At this apparently prearranged signal, Francesca, four women, two girls and three infants exited the kitchen in a synchronized movement reminiscent of the Musical Ride. Fraser stirred the sauce one more time, careful to reach all the way to the bottom of the pot, and turned to leave.
"Benton. Come, sit with me."
Fraser sank into a chair with the sensation of having walked blind into an ambush.
"So," Mrs. Vecchio said, "You know what tonight is about?"
"I understand that tonight is the Feast of Saint Jude the Apostle on the liturgical calendar, and that he is considered the patron saint of the Chicago Police Department." Fraser cleared his throat. "As Francesca explained it, since Ray's graduation from the Academy, each year you've held a family celebration in his honor on this day. The evening mass --"
"Prayer," Mrs. Vecchio interrupted.
"Pardon me?"
"Tonight is about praying to Saint Jude to keep my son safe for another year." Mrs. Vecchio leaned forward. Her usual amiable expression faded away, affording Fraser a glimpse of the steel that made her undisputed matriarch of the Vecchio family. "Since you came here, my Raimundo keeps getting hurt." Her unwavering stare made the statement an accusation.
"Ma'am, I…" Fraser folded his hands on the table. The truth of her words was undeniable. "Ray is a brave and dedicated officer. He has saved my life on a number of occasions. And I have done my best to protect him in the field. But … as peace officers, we risk ourselves to keep others safe."
Mrs. Vecchio closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. She reached for the cross around her neck and brought it to her lips with a whispered, "Casi disperati."
Fraser had often seen Ray's family give and receive comfort through physical contact. He wasn't naturally demonstrative. His father and grandparents hadn't raised him that way. But Fraser had a clear childhood memory of sobbing, tears searing trails down his chilled skin, while Mother gently combed her fingers through his hair, over and over. The reasons were long gone, but the memory of her touch remained.
Fraser hesitantly reached across the table. Ray's mother opened her eyes and captured his hand in one of hers, palm to palm, while the other patted him gently. "You're a good boy," she said quietly. "We'll just have to pray a little harder this year, make sure Saint Jude watches over you both."
With a final squeeze of his hand, Mrs. Vecchio stood up, straightened her back and smiled. "Now, you go call those lazy girls back in here. We've got work to do! If Raimundo doesn't get some of Nunzia's salame al Barolo, he'll spend the whole night sulking."
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Title: The Feast of St. Jude
Characters: Fraser and Ma Vecchio
Rating: G
Words: 563
Notes: Thanks to my beta
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Fraser stood in Ray’s kitchen, absently stirring a pot of homemade marinara sauce while contemplating the evening’s highly anticipated postprandial activities. He had been pleased when Francesca invited him to the festivities, and honored when Mrs. Vecchio requested his assistance in the kitchen.
Ray, on the other hand, seemed rather perplexed. "It means Ma thinks you're family," he'd said loudly. The addendum, "and maybe a girl," had been almost too quiet for Fraser to catch. Indeed, he was the only male over the age of six-months in the swirling chaos of the Vecchio kitchen during preparations for an extended family gathering.
Mrs. Vecchio sat down at the kitchen table. At this apparently prearranged signal, Francesca, four women, two girls and three infants exited the kitchen in a synchronized movement reminiscent of the Musical Ride. Fraser stirred the sauce one more time, careful to reach all the way to the bottom of the pot, and turned to leave.
"Benton. Come, sit with me."
Fraser sank into a chair with the sensation of having walked blind into an ambush.
"So," Mrs. Vecchio said, "You know what tonight is about?"
"I understand that tonight is the Feast of Saint Jude the Apostle on the liturgical calendar, and that he is considered the patron saint of the Chicago Police Department." Fraser cleared his throat. "As Francesca explained it, since Ray's graduation from the Academy, each year you've held a family celebration in his honor on this day. The evening mass --"
"Prayer," Mrs. Vecchio interrupted.
"Pardon me?"
"Tonight is about praying to Saint Jude to keep my son safe for another year." Mrs. Vecchio leaned forward. Her usual amiable expression faded away, affording Fraser a glimpse of the steel that made her undisputed matriarch of the Vecchio family. "Since you came here, my Raimundo keeps getting hurt." Her unwavering stare made the statement an accusation.
"Ma'am, I…" Fraser folded his hands on the table. The truth of her words was undeniable. "Ray is a brave and dedicated officer. He has saved my life on a number of occasions. And I have done my best to protect him in the field. But … as peace officers, we risk ourselves to keep others safe."
Mrs. Vecchio closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. She reached for the cross around her neck and brought it to her lips with a whispered, "Casi disperati."
Fraser had often seen Ray's family give and receive comfort through physical contact. He wasn't naturally demonstrative. His father and grandparents hadn't raised him that way. But Fraser had a clear childhood memory of sobbing, tears searing trails down his chilled skin, while Mother gently combed her fingers through his hair, over and over. The reasons were long gone, but the memory of her touch remained.
Fraser hesitantly reached across the table. Ray's mother opened her eyes and captured his hand in one of hers, palm to palm, while the other patted him gently. "You're a good boy," she said quietly. "We'll just have to pray a little harder this year, make sure Saint Jude watches over you both."
With a final squeeze of his hand, Mrs. Vecchio stood up, straightened her back and smiled. "Now, you go call those lazy girls back in here. We've got work to do! If Raimundo doesn't get some of Nunzia's salame al Barolo, he'll spend the whole night sulking."
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Date: 2007-05-12 05:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-12 05:37 am (UTC)Yep! Irish-American and Italian-American cops all over carry St. Jude medals (think The Untouchables), but the CPD adopted him as their patron saint. It's almost to good to be true, for dS fic.
Ma Vecchio is a great character. The Vecchios are so very touchy, and Fraser is so not.
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Date: 2007-05-12 07:49 am (UTC)This bit killed me ded:
Her usual amiable expression faded away, affording Fraser a glimpse of the steel that made her undisputed matriarch of the Vecchio family. "Since you came here, my Raimundo keeps getting hurt." Her unwavering stare made the statement an accusation.
Bravo.
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Date: 2007-05-12 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-12 08:32 am (UTC)So True! This never occurred to me. She has every right to fear!!
Clever response to the challenge, and a cool way to include the St. Jude info. I had turned up that tidbit last year while researching on the Chicago PD's website and I've always intended to include it in fic. I will, at some point. I thnk they even hold a parade every year in honor of St. Jude. The best thing is, we're not making this up. A better patron for the Ray-and-Fraser show (either Ray) could not have been found. :)
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Date: 2007-05-12 05:02 pm (UTC)The best thing is, we're not making this up. I know! You've got to love it when RL is so very accomodating to the needs of fanfiction.
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Date: 2007-05-12 04:37 pm (UTC)My Italian is a bit shaky, so 'Casi disperati' - hopeless case?
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Date: 2007-05-12 05:07 pm (UTC)Of course! Because by pointing out that he is putting Ray at risk, she is saying, "Now stop it." And Fraser can't.
'Casi disperati' means 'desperate cases.' Think I should add a footnote at the end?
Thanks for the feedback!
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Date: 2007-05-12 05:08 pm (UTC)This is so nice!
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Date: 2007-05-12 11:47 pm (UTC)You had me scared
Date: 2007-05-12 09:57 pm (UTC)Re: You had me scared
Date: 2007-05-13 08:30 am (UTC)Thanks for the feedback!
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Date: 2007-05-15 02:27 am (UTC)"We'll just have to pray a little harder this year, make sure Saint Jude watches over you both." - cause she totally would do this.
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