ooh. This is hands-down my favorite entry in the whole thing. Understated and beautiful. I love the mood, the language, the detail--Dief going off, the early winter, the answering machine message, the pair of axes--just the whole angle you came at this with. It's usually Ray pining for Fraser, feeling alone and abandoned (or self-exiled, whichever) in Chicago, not the other way round. The thing with the Carrier woman was very well done.

Excellent. Whatever team wins the match, this has my vote for Best Fic.