Genre challenge by china shop
Nov. 4th, 2007 06:54 pmRay/Ray, 950 words, PG-13
DS/BtVS crossover, crack
Many thanks to
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Knock, knock.
"Who's there?"
"It's me."
"Me, who?"
"Vecchio, me. Your partner. Let me in."
"Who? What do you want?"
"What I usually want, Kowalski. Stop kidding around and let me the fuck in."
::
Q. Why did Kowalski cross the road?
A. Turns out he apprehended some perp called Rayne, professional troublemaker, and Rayne hit him with the hetero stick or something. I haven't managed to get a straight story out of either of them (which, you know, if I wasn't so pissed, I could maybe laugh about that), but from what I can gather, Kowalski woke up yesterday morning and all of a sudden he didn't swing my way anymore. Didn't swing the guy way, the gay way. He woke up straight.
::
Knock, knock.
"Who's there?"
"Who the hell do you think it is, Einstein?"
"Give it up, Vecchio. I'm not buying."
"So you're just going to let this Rayne guy screw up your life? That's not like you, Kowalski."
"Maybe he didn't screw it up. Maybe he fixed it. Maybe I like it like this."
"Yeah? Fuck you, too."
::
Q. What do you get if you cross Kowalski with his ex-wife?
A. Sparks.
Man, if you'd asked me last week, I would have told you no way. No way in hell. Kowalski and me'd been a steady thing for going on six months now. We were solid, you know? Something I could count on. But this afternoon I look down the hallway at the station and he's got Stella -- our ex-wife, Stella -- backed up against the wall. He's leaning over her, sweet smile, low voice, and she's falling for it. He's sending all the right signals.
I'm losing everything.
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Knock, knock.
"Get out of here, Vecchio."
"I need to talk to you."
"Not now. I've got company."
"What the fuck's going on? Ray?"
"Not tonight."
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Q. What do you call a Mountie in the arctic circle of Canada?
A. "Benny? Shit, listen, I know it's the middle of the night. I'm sorry, I just-- it's Kowalski. There's something going on with him, and I-- Something's wrong, and it's not a natural kind of wrong, and I didn't know who else to call about it. Call me back, okay? Maybe you know a shaman or Eskimo witch or someone who might have some answers, or maybe-- I'm losing him, Benny. You've got to help me."
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Doctor, doctor, my boyfriend's in love with his ex-wife.
Yeah, that's the punchline.
Ba-DOOM!
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Knock, knock.
"Again? Listen, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry you're-- whatever. Hurt. I didn't mean that, but--"
"I'm not letting this go. This isn't right. You know it isn't, and Stella sure as hell knows you're not yourself."
"What the fuck do you know about it?"
"I know you."
"Not anymore."
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Knock, knock.
"Who's there?"
"Stella, it's me. Can we talk?"
"Ray? I don't think--"
"Listen, I know it's late, but you know it's not right. You know Kowalski's got his head on backwards. You of all people."
"I know."
"Aw, jeez. I'm sorry, Stell. It's not like I want to-- It's just, listen, there was this perp, Rayne. He cursed Kowalski and ever since, he's been--"
"He's been the man I always wanted him to be."
"..."
"He's-- You're right. He's not himself."
"Will you help me?"
"I-- I don't know. I need to think about it."
::
A cop and a Mountie walk into a bar. "We're looking for associates of a Mr. Ethan Rayne. You wouldn't by any chance happen to know--"
"Benny!" Ray interrupts, and flashes his badge. "Chicago PD. Any of you scum-suckers know a guy called Rayne?"
A grimy older man with bumps on his forehead that, in better light, might look like horns makes a dash for the back exit. He's cornered by a deaf half-wolf.
Ray drags the man (or whatever he is) outside into the alley. His hands tighten into fists, but he keeps himself reined in. "Okay, now you are going to explain to me what the fuck is going on with my partner."
The man shoots a nervous look at the wolf. "Th-th-the M-M-M-Mountie?"
"No, wiseass. My other partner."
::
Knock, knock.
"Who's there?"
"Constable Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, and--"
"Royal Canadian who?"
"Detective Raymond Vecchio, of the Your Worst Nightmare PD. Come on, Rayne. We know what you did and we're going to make you undo it."
"I see, and what would be in it for me, exactly?"
"You wouldn't get my fist through your face."
"Now, Ray, I'm not sure that's the most constructive--"
"He fucked with Kowalski's mind, Fraser! This isn't just about me. He dug his grubby fingers into-- I swear to God, asshole, if you don't make this right I'm going to break every one of your--"
"All right, all right. I'll fix it. There are just a few things I'll need."
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Q. What did Kowalski say when Rayne lifted the curse?
A. "Oh. Oh, Jesus. Oh, fuck, Vecchio. Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll-- Forgive me? I'll make it up to you. I will."
A. "Stell, I didn't-- You know that wasn't-- I love you, you know that, but-- I. Thanks, Stell."
A. "Fraser. Thanks, buddy. I-- God, it's good to see you. I'm glad you came. Thanks. Yeah, yeah, we're good. We'll be okay."
::
Knock, knock.
"Who's there?"
"It's me."
"Me who?"
"Don't even joke about it, Kowalski."
"No, I know. Get your ass in here. I've got something for you."
::
Q. How many cops does it take to screwin a lightbulb?
A. Two. Both by the name of Ray. (Forget about the lightbulb, okay?)
END
DS/BtVS crossover, crack
Many thanks to
Joking
Knock, knock.
"Who's there?"
"It's me."
"Me, who?"
"Vecchio, me. Your partner. Let me in."
"Who? What do you want?"
"What I usually want, Kowalski. Stop kidding around and let me the fuck in."
::
Q. Why did Kowalski cross the road?
A. Turns out he apprehended some perp called Rayne, professional troublemaker, and Rayne hit him with the hetero stick or something. I haven't managed to get a straight story out of either of them (which, you know, if I wasn't so pissed, I could maybe laugh about that), but from what I can gather, Kowalski woke up yesterday morning and all of a sudden he didn't swing my way anymore. Didn't swing the guy way, the gay way. He woke up straight.
::
Knock, knock.
"Who's there?"
"Who the hell do you think it is, Einstein?"
"Give it up, Vecchio. I'm not buying."
"So you're just going to let this Rayne guy screw up your life? That's not like you, Kowalski."
"Maybe he didn't screw it up. Maybe he fixed it. Maybe I like it like this."
"Yeah? Fuck you, too."
::
Q. What do you get if you cross Kowalski with his ex-wife?
A. Sparks.
Man, if you'd asked me last week, I would have told you no way. No way in hell. Kowalski and me'd been a steady thing for going on six months now. We were solid, you know? Something I could count on. But this afternoon I look down the hallway at the station and he's got Stella -- our ex-wife, Stella -- backed up against the wall. He's leaning over her, sweet smile, low voice, and she's falling for it. He's sending all the right signals.
I'm losing everything.
::
Knock, knock.
"Get out of here, Vecchio."
"I need to talk to you."
"Not now. I've got company."
"What the fuck's going on? Ray?"
"Not tonight."
::
Q. What do you call a Mountie in the arctic circle of Canada?
A. "Benny? Shit, listen, I know it's the middle of the night. I'm sorry, I just-- it's Kowalski. There's something going on with him, and I-- Something's wrong, and it's not a natural kind of wrong, and I didn't know who else to call about it. Call me back, okay? Maybe you know a shaman or Eskimo witch or someone who might have some answers, or maybe-- I'm losing him, Benny. You've got to help me."
::
Doctor, doctor, my boyfriend's in love with his ex-wife.
Yeah, that's the punchline.
Ba-DOOM!
::
Knock, knock.
"Again? Listen, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry you're-- whatever. Hurt. I didn't mean that, but--"
"I'm not letting this go. This isn't right. You know it isn't, and Stella sure as hell knows you're not yourself."
"What the fuck do you know about it?"
"I know you."
"Not anymore."
::
Knock, knock.
"Who's there?"
"Stella, it's me. Can we talk?"
"Ray? I don't think--"
"Listen, I know it's late, but you know it's not right. You know Kowalski's got his head on backwards. You of all people."
"I know."
"Aw, jeez. I'm sorry, Stell. It's not like I want to-- It's just, listen, there was this perp, Rayne. He cursed Kowalski and ever since, he's been--"
"He's been the man I always wanted him to be."
"..."
"He's-- You're right. He's not himself."
"Will you help me?"
"I-- I don't know. I need to think about it."
::
A cop and a Mountie walk into a bar. "We're looking for associates of a Mr. Ethan Rayne. You wouldn't by any chance happen to know--"
"Benny!" Ray interrupts, and flashes his badge. "Chicago PD. Any of you scum-suckers know a guy called Rayne?"
A grimy older man with bumps on his forehead that, in better light, might look like horns makes a dash for the back exit. He's cornered by a deaf half-wolf.
Ray drags the man (or whatever he is) outside into the alley. His hands tighten into fists, but he keeps himself reined in. "Okay, now you are going to explain to me what the fuck is going on with my partner."
The man shoots a nervous look at the wolf. "Th-th-the M-M-M-Mountie?"
"No, wiseass. My other partner."
::
Knock, knock.
"Who's there?"
"Constable Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, and--"
"Royal Canadian who?"
"Detective Raymond Vecchio, of the Your Worst Nightmare PD. Come on, Rayne. We know what you did and we're going to make you undo it."
"I see, and what would be in it for me, exactly?"
"You wouldn't get my fist through your face."
"Now, Ray, I'm not sure that's the most constructive--"
"He fucked with Kowalski's mind, Fraser! This isn't just about me. He dug his grubby fingers into-- I swear to God, asshole, if you don't make this right I'm going to break every one of your--"
"All right, all right. I'll fix it. There are just a few things I'll need."
::
Q. What did Kowalski say when Rayne lifted the curse?
A. "Oh. Oh, Jesus. Oh, fuck, Vecchio. Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll-- Forgive me? I'll make it up to you. I will."
A. "Stell, I didn't-- You know that wasn't-- I love you, you know that, but-- I. Thanks, Stell."
A. "Fraser. Thanks, buddy. I-- God, it's good to see you. I'm glad you came. Thanks. Yeah, yeah, we're good. We'll be okay."
::
Knock, knock.
"Who's there?"
"It's me."
"Me who?"
"Don't even joke about it, Kowalski."
"No, I know. Get your ass in here. I've got something for you."
::
Q. How many cops does it take to screw
A. Two. Both by the name of Ray. (Forget about the lightbulb, okay?)
END
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Date: 2007-11-04 06:06 am (UTC)And of course,
(Forget about the lightbulb, okay?)
♥!
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Date: 2007-11-04 06:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 06:08 am (UTC)P.S. 1: Yay, you got unstuck!
P.S. 2: It is the fault of your Pictionary clues that I was expecting Vecchio to get a sex change. Hee.
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Date: 2007-11-04 06:31 am (UTC)Hee! Don't think I wasn't tempted. I just can't see it, though. *g*
Yay, thank you! *beams at you like a crazy person*
I love Vecchio threatening Ethan not just because it's messed with Vecchio's life, but because Ethan fucked with someone Vecchio loves. ♥
Absolutely. It's like Glory (and Willow) violating Tara's mind, you know?
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Date: 2007-11-04 07:19 am (UTC)AAaahEeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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Date: 2007-11-04 07:49 am (UTC)And I particularly like the 3 answers to what Kowalski said when the curse was lifted.
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Date: 2007-11-04 10:59 pm (UTC)*twirls you gently*
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Date: 2007-11-04 08:04 am (UTC)THE ENDING. HOLY CRAP PERFECTION.
Just. Yeah.
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:00 pm (UTC)Eeeee, cool! \o/ Thank you so much! *beam*
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Date: 2007-11-04 08:07 am (UTC)This is the best evar!
\o/ \o/ \o/
Never quit the crack. You are doing great things here.
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:00 pm (UTC)*beams*
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Date: 2007-11-04 09:47 am (UTC)The details are perfection. Like this:
he's got Stella -- our ex-wife, Stella -- backed up against the wall. He's leaning over her, sweet smile, low voice, and she's falling for it.
Our ex-wife - hee. And the mental picture it gives me? ::flails some more:: RayK's smile is a secret weapon that could bring down continents.
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:02 pm (UTC)*beams at you* So glad it worked for you. \o/
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Date: 2007-11-04 10:28 am (UTC)"He's been the man I always wanted him to be--"
"..."
"He's-- You're right. He's not himself."
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:03 pm (UTC)So glad it worked for you anyway. Thanks! *beam*
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Date: 2007-11-04 10:35 am (UTC)I'm amazed how much you managed to pack into this considering the limitations of the format. Lovely, lovely crack with a perfect ending.
Many hearts for you.
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:07 am (UTC)A cop and a Mountie walk into a bar. "We're looking for associates of a Mr. Ethan Rayne.
-- had me laughing so hard. Of course they do! Of course they are! And of course Fraser comes down to Chicago to get his two ex-bf's back together! ♥
Love your Vecchio voice, as always. And that Ethan's such a pushover when it comes to reversing it. *g*
this also makes me think on a more meta level how it's SO HARD to write good villains in DS. The 'verse just isn't set up for bad guys who aren't cartoons or femme fatales, or else are fairly incidental people you don't think twice about (the guy who killed Guy Rankin? I STILL don't know why he did it). Maybe I'll do a discussion post on this in
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Date: 2007-11-04 12:44 pm (UTC)"He's-- You're right. He's not himself."
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:08 pm (UTC)HEEE! That's a very good point. *snickers* Maybe someone tried to use it on him, and he stole it? *g*
So glad it worked for you! Thanks!!! :-D
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Date: 2007-11-04 03:59 pm (UTC)And my favorite, favorite part? That Ethan tries to get Fraser to say "Mounted" again.
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:09 pm (UTC)Heeeee! You know, that was entirely accidental, and now it's my favourite part, too. *ggg* So very glad it worked for you. *beam* Thanks!
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Date: 2007-11-04 05:09 pm (UTC)Doctor, doctor, my boyfriend's in love with his ex-wife.
Yeah, that's the punchline.
Ba-DOOM!
Ow. Vecchio's whole mind-set here, that their relationship isn't viewed as legitimate in the same way. And the way that this COULD maybe be a relief to Kowalski, it's so much easier.
"Aw, jeez. I'm sorry, Stell. It's not like I want to-- It's just, listen, there was this perp, Rayne. He cursed Kowalski and ever since, he's been--"
"He's been the man I always wanted him to be--"
Oof.
Really excellent, and I'm glad you got them back together in the end.
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:23 pm (UTC)Hee! I know. I was pretty confused by that too. *g* I'm so very glad it worked for you. Thanks!!! :-D
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Date: 2007-11-04 06:02 pm (UTC)I have no idea who Ethan Rayne is, but he seems like the nasty human (?) equivalent of this website I saw one time that promised to cure gayness over night. I hope Vecchio did a tap-dance on his head with the shiny Italian shoes. And that Fraser very politely popped him in the nose.
And the knock-knock is geeeeeeeenius!
I need a Ray-Ray icon!
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:26 pm (UTC)You do need a Ray/Ray icon! Yes! There are some lovely ones around. And
Glad it worked for you. Thanks! *beams*
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Date: 2007-11-04 07:03 pm (UTC)That's fantastic. I love the balance of funny and glib and really very painful (Oh, Stella).
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