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ds_flashfictionTitle: Reading into the Situation
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: G
Word Count: 1267
Summary: Fraser reads into a situation and is pleasantly surprised.
Notes: For the erm...dating challenge. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nakeisha for helping me with the plot.
Reading into the Situation
“Ray, where are we going?” Fraser asked, as Ray drove them away from the consulate.
“We’re going to lunch,” Ray replied.
“Whereabouts are we going to lunch?”
“There’s this new restaurant just opened up and I thought we’d try it.”
“Ah. What sort of restaurant?”
“Italian.”
“Oh,” Fraser paused. “Am I dressed appropriately?” he asked, looking down at his brown uniform.
“Yeah, you look great.”
“Thank you, Ray,” Fraser smiled at the compliment. “So, there isn’t a set dress code at this restaurant?”
“Not at lunchtime.”
“Is there anything else you can tell me about it?”
Ray seemed nervous. “Why do you want to know?”
”Well, as we’re going to be eating lunch there, it seemed logical to ask you about it.”
“You’re not nervous are you?”
“About what?”
“Trying out a new restaurant.”
“No, Ray. Are you nervous?”
“No!”
“You seem nervous,” Fraser noted.
“I’m not nervous. What makes you think I’m nervous?”
“Your voice has a slight uneven timbre to it.”
“I’m not a tree.”
“I know, Ray. I would never suggest you were a tree.”
“Good.”
A few more minutes went by in silence. “You seem rather quiet, Ray.”
“I’m just thinking about…you know.” Ray shrugged.
“I’m afraid I don’t know.”
“The erm…the menu.”
“The menu?”
Ray waved his hand around. “Yeah, I got this brochure thing, gives you some idea about what they serve. You want to look?”
“If you have it with you.”
Ray pulled the brochure out of his pocket and passed it over to Fraser.
“Ah, thank you kindly,” Fraser said, taking it gratefully. He spent a minute reading it. “It looks very nice, Ray. And it seems to have a good selection of dishes.”
“The cannelloni is supposed to be the best in the city.”
“Even though the restaurant’s just opened?”
“Yeah, well, the critic guys thought so.”
“Ah. Perhaps we can have the cannelloni.”
“You can have whatever you want, Benny. I’m paying.”
“That’s very generous of you, Ray.”
Ray waved Fraser’s protest away. “Nah, you deserve it.”
“I do?”
“Yes, don’t argue.”
“All right, Ray.”
They pulled up outside an old fashioned building in an up and coming part of Chicago.
“Is this it?” Fraser asked.
“Yeah, what do you think?”
Fraser peered out of the window. “Well, it looks very interesting. The architecture appears to be art deco.”
“It’s nice. Come on we can admire it later,” Ray said, getting out of the car.
Fraser followed and they walked into the restaurant together.
“It’s very busy, Ray,” Fraser noted, as they stood in the lobby to wait to be seated.
“Well, you know, a new place opens up, everyone wants to try it.”
“It doesn’t look as we’ll be able to get a table,” Fraser said. It was very crowded.
“We will. I made a reservation.”
“Ah.”
Ray turned to Fraser. “What? I can plan stuff like this you know.”
“I know, Ray.”
It was at that moment the waiter appeared.
“Table for two, Vecchio.”
The waiter checked his book. “Ah yes, Mr. Vecchio. This way please.”
“Thank you.”
They weaved their way through the crowds until they were brought to a table, set out of for two, in a nice alcove. Fraser thanked the waiter and seated himself.
“Will you be requiring the wine list?” the waiter asked when they were settled.
Ray shook his head. “No, we’ll be fine.”
“Thank you kindly,” Fraser said, as the waiter handed them their menus.
The waiter nodded and left.
“So, go on, Benny, your choice.”
Fraser examined the menu. “It all looks very good, Ray. What are you having?”
“This isn’t about me, this is about you choosing what you want.”
“I think I’ll have the cannelloni then,” Fraser replied.
“I’ll have that too. I mean if you wanted a starter you could have one.”
“I had a very large breakfast this morning,” Fraser pointed out.
“Only because that waitress likes you.”
“I did notice she seemed to give me the larger plate.”
“She thinks an extra pancake here, a sausage there, and you’ll sweep her off her feet, and take her out to dinner.”
Fraser frowned. “I wouldn’t take her out to dinner, Ray. I might walk her to her car…”
“See, she’d read stuff into that.”
“She would?”
“Yeah, people do it all the time, think something is more than it is, you know.”
Fraser gave Ray a knowing glance. “Yes, Ray I think I do.”
The waiter appeared, pen paused over his notebook. “Are you gentlemen ready to order?”
Ray nodded. “Yeah, we’ll have two cannelloni please.”
“Certainly, and to drink?”
“I’ll have a cranberry club soda, with a twist of lemon, and Benny will have...Benny?”
“Just water will be fine for me.”
“I’m paying; you can order something that you can taste.”
Fraser smiled a little. “All right I’ll have a fruit juice, orange juice, please.”
“I’ll get your drinks.”
“Thank you kindly.”
The waiter went off to fill their order and before they knew it their drinks had arrived. Not long after so did their meal and there was little conversation other than praise for their meal. Their plates were both very clean looking when the waiter took them away.
“Do you want a dessert?” Ray asked.
“I’m not sure we have time, Ray. Perhaps we could have something to take away,” Fraser suggested.
“Yeah, Dief would appreciate that.”
Fraser blushed. “Yes, well…too much sugar is bad for him.”
“I might feed him doughnuts but you’re the one that shared that baked Alaska with him last week.”
“It was his birthday, Ray.”
“The day before.”
“But it was interrupted.”
Ray smiled. “Okay, okay, we can get something for Dief too. I’m paying.”
Fraser felt now was the time to bring up something that had been bugging him. “Ray?”
“Yeah?”
“About what you saying earlier, about people reading into situations.”
“What about it?”
“Well, this is a date, isn’t it?” Fraser asked, pretty sure of the answer.
“You noticed?”
“Yes, Ray.”
“When?”
“In the car.”
“And you didn’t say anything?”
“I didn’t want to ruin our meal in case you were angry I’d worked your plan out.”
“It wasn’t a plan it was…”
“Yes, Ray?” Fraser prompted.
“It was an idea. It was an idea to see what and me dating would be like.”
“And what do you think?”
“I think it’d be good.”
“Are you asking me to sweep you off your feet?” Fraser asked.
“You already did that. I’m asking you if we can, you know, date.”
“We’ve technically already been dating.”
“Yeah, I was obvious.”
Fraser coughed. “I did wonder if I’d been obvious.”
“Benny?”
“Well, we had breakfast together this morning and I paid.”
“That was a date too?”
“Yes.”
Ray sighed. “Why didn’t I notice?”
“You were distracted, Ray.”
“So, you noticed that.”
“Yes, Ray, although you were distracting yourself. The waitress didn’t seem to notice.”
“You want to go out tonight? On an official we both know it’s a date, date?”
“I’d love to, Ray but I’m afraid I’ve eaten too much today to have a large appetite.”
Ray looked thoughtful. “You know we could stay in.”
“That’s a very good idea, Ray.”
“It’s a date then.”
“Yes, it is,” Fraser replied smiling.
He reached across the table and took Ray’s hand. They sat there for a long time until the waiter pointed out that the table was needed, and they realised they were late for work. That evening they discovered that dates in could be just as fun as dates out; perhaps especially since this time they both knew it was a date.
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: G
Word Count: 1267
Summary: Fraser reads into a situation and is pleasantly surprised.
Notes: For the erm...dating challenge. Thanks to
nakeisha for helping me with the plot. Reading into the Situation
“Ray, where are we going?” Fraser asked, as Ray drove them away from the consulate.
“We’re going to lunch,” Ray replied.
“Whereabouts are we going to lunch?”
“There’s this new restaurant just opened up and I thought we’d try it.”
“Ah. What sort of restaurant?”
“Italian.”
“Oh,” Fraser paused. “Am I dressed appropriately?” he asked, looking down at his brown uniform.
“Yeah, you look great.”
“Thank you, Ray,” Fraser smiled at the compliment. “So, there isn’t a set dress code at this restaurant?”
“Not at lunchtime.”
“Is there anything else you can tell me about it?”
Ray seemed nervous. “Why do you want to know?”
”Well, as we’re going to be eating lunch there, it seemed logical to ask you about it.”
“You’re not nervous are you?”
“About what?”
“Trying out a new restaurant.”
“No, Ray. Are you nervous?”
“No!”
“You seem nervous,” Fraser noted.
“I’m not nervous. What makes you think I’m nervous?”
“Your voice has a slight uneven timbre to it.”
“I’m not a tree.”
“I know, Ray. I would never suggest you were a tree.”
“Good.”
A few more minutes went by in silence. “You seem rather quiet, Ray.”
“I’m just thinking about…you know.” Ray shrugged.
“I’m afraid I don’t know.”
“The erm…the menu.”
“The menu?”
Ray waved his hand around. “Yeah, I got this brochure thing, gives you some idea about what they serve. You want to look?”
“If you have it with you.”
Ray pulled the brochure out of his pocket and passed it over to Fraser.
“Ah, thank you kindly,” Fraser said, taking it gratefully. He spent a minute reading it. “It looks very nice, Ray. And it seems to have a good selection of dishes.”
“The cannelloni is supposed to be the best in the city.”
“Even though the restaurant’s just opened?”
“Yeah, well, the critic guys thought so.”
“Ah. Perhaps we can have the cannelloni.”
“You can have whatever you want, Benny. I’m paying.”
“That’s very generous of you, Ray.”
Ray waved Fraser’s protest away. “Nah, you deserve it.”
“I do?”
“Yes, don’t argue.”
“All right, Ray.”
They pulled up outside an old fashioned building in an up and coming part of Chicago.
“Is this it?” Fraser asked.
“Yeah, what do you think?”
Fraser peered out of the window. “Well, it looks very interesting. The architecture appears to be art deco.”
“It’s nice. Come on we can admire it later,” Ray said, getting out of the car.
Fraser followed and they walked into the restaurant together.
“It’s very busy, Ray,” Fraser noted, as they stood in the lobby to wait to be seated.
“Well, you know, a new place opens up, everyone wants to try it.”
“It doesn’t look as we’ll be able to get a table,” Fraser said. It was very crowded.
“We will. I made a reservation.”
“Ah.”
Ray turned to Fraser. “What? I can plan stuff like this you know.”
“I know, Ray.”
It was at that moment the waiter appeared.
“Table for two, Vecchio.”
The waiter checked his book. “Ah yes, Mr. Vecchio. This way please.”
“Thank you.”
They weaved their way through the crowds until they were brought to a table, set out of for two, in a nice alcove. Fraser thanked the waiter and seated himself.
“Will you be requiring the wine list?” the waiter asked when they were settled.
Ray shook his head. “No, we’ll be fine.”
“Thank you kindly,” Fraser said, as the waiter handed them their menus.
The waiter nodded and left.
“So, go on, Benny, your choice.”
Fraser examined the menu. “It all looks very good, Ray. What are you having?”
“This isn’t about me, this is about you choosing what you want.”
“I think I’ll have the cannelloni then,” Fraser replied.
“I’ll have that too. I mean if you wanted a starter you could have one.”
“I had a very large breakfast this morning,” Fraser pointed out.
“Only because that waitress likes you.”
“I did notice she seemed to give me the larger plate.”
“She thinks an extra pancake here, a sausage there, and you’ll sweep her off her feet, and take her out to dinner.”
Fraser frowned. “I wouldn’t take her out to dinner, Ray. I might walk her to her car…”
“See, she’d read stuff into that.”
“She would?”
“Yeah, people do it all the time, think something is more than it is, you know.”
Fraser gave Ray a knowing glance. “Yes, Ray I think I do.”
The waiter appeared, pen paused over his notebook. “Are you gentlemen ready to order?”
Ray nodded. “Yeah, we’ll have two cannelloni please.”
“Certainly, and to drink?”
“I’ll have a cranberry club soda, with a twist of lemon, and Benny will have...Benny?”
“Just water will be fine for me.”
“I’m paying; you can order something that you can taste.”
Fraser smiled a little. “All right I’ll have a fruit juice, orange juice, please.”
“I’ll get your drinks.”
“Thank you kindly.”
The waiter went off to fill their order and before they knew it their drinks had arrived. Not long after so did their meal and there was little conversation other than praise for their meal. Their plates were both very clean looking when the waiter took them away.
“Do you want a dessert?” Ray asked.
“I’m not sure we have time, Ray. Perhaps we could have something to take away,” Fraser suggested.
“Yeah, Dief would appreciate that.”
Fraser blushed. “Yes, well…too much sugar is bad for him.”
“I might feed him doughnuts but you’re the one that shared that baked Alaska with him last week.”
“It was his birthday, Ray.”
“The day before.”
“But it was interrupted.”
Ray smiled. “Okay, okay, we can get something for Dief too. I’m paying.”
Fraser felt now was the time to bring up something that had been bugging him. “Ray?”
“Yeah?”
“About what you saying earlier, about people reading into situations.”
“What about it?”
“Well, this is a date, isn’t it?” Fraser asked, pretty sure of the answer.
“You noticed?”
“Yes, Ray.”
“When?”
“In the car.”
“And you didn’t say anything?”
“I didn’t want to ruin our meal in case you were angry I’d worked your plan out.”
“It wasn’t a plan it was…”
“Yes, Ray?” Fraser prompted.
“It was an idea. It was an idea to see what and me dating would be like.”
“And what do you think?”
“I think it’d be good.”
“Are you asking me to sweep you off your feet?” Fraser asked.
“You already did that. I’m asking you if we can, you know, date.”
“We’ve technically already been dating.”
“Yeah, I was obvious.”
Fraser coughed. “I did wonder if I’d been obvious.”
“Benny?”
“Well, we had breakfast together this morning and I paid.”
“That was a date too?”
“Yes.”
Ray sighed. “Why didn’t I notice?”
“You were distracted, Ray.”
“So, you noticed that.”
“Yes, Ray, although you were distracting yourself. The waitress didn’t seem to notice.”
“You want to go out tonight? On an official we both know it’s a date, date?”
“I’d love to, Ray but I’m afraid I’ve eaten too much today to have a large appetite.”
Ray looked thoughtful. “You know we could stay in.”
“That’s a very good idea, Ray.”
“It’s a date then.”
“Yes, it is,” Fraser replied smiling.
He reached across the table and took Ray’s hand. They sat there for a long time until the waiter pointed out that the table was needed, and they realised they were late for work. That evening they discovered that dates in could be just as fun as dates out; perhaps especially since this time they both knew it was a date.
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