Midsummer Amnesty 2008: Hat Challenge

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Title I'm not a Mountie but I play one on TV
Author: Ivegoth_asecret
Rated R
Warning: I'm a nervous newbie and I'm posting before I lose my nerve (again) and before the deadline expires (again). No idea what I'm doing aaannnd no beta, sorry! *begging for kindness*

Fraser tried to shake off the odd sluggishness of Déjà vu, turning the corner he stepped into the bullpen.  Feeling eyes on him as he approached Ray’s desk, his stomach began to knot, his hands shaking as he gripped his Stetson.

 

Two men were standing with there backs to him, the shorter one shaking his head as they whispered heatedly, snatches of conversation making Fraser swallow convulsively. 

 

“I know it’s a weird assignment” the taller man frowned looking down at his partner.

 

“Weird, weird doesn’t have anything to do with it man. It’s wrong, we totally don’t fit, Jim.”

 

The taller man rubbed at the back of his neck, “Yeah, but we’re cops…”

 

“Besides, it feels wrong, how is this guy gonna tru…” the shorter man startled at Fraser’s presence.

 

Fraser looked down into the dark blue eyes, and then up into pale blue eyes, his gulp was frighteningly loud to every one in the room, “Excuse me, I’m looking for…”

 

The smaller man quickly cut him off, stepping closer and throwing an arm around Fraser’s back “Fraser, long time no see man, how was the great frozen north?”

 

Fraser stared blankly up at the taller man “Ray?”

 

Sighing heavily the taller man murmured under his breath, “Sorry Fraser, but it’s just until they figure out how to keep you from losing your hat all the time.”

 

Fraser cringed, “but it doesn’t happen all the time.”

 

“Hey, don’t sweat it” the smaller man grinned up at him, “Jim looses his gun all the time.”

                                                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

 

Sitting bolt upright Fraser shuddered in disorientation, his breathing ragged as he fought his way out from under the bed covers.

 

“Frase, Fraser, buddy talk to me”

 

“Benny you’re having a nightmare”

 

Fraser looked wild-eyed around the moonlit bedroom, strong hands brushing his shoulders and back.

 

“I told ya not to put so much garlic in the linguine” Ray snapped at Ray.

 

“Hey you’re the one that made us stay up to watch that lame ass cop show marathon, Stanley” Ray growled.

 

“He’s not having nightmares from staying up late, everyone knows indigestion gives you nightmares, Raymond” Ray snapped back, his hand reaching around Fraser to push at Ray “and don’t call me Stanley.”

 

Ray snorted as he reached to pull Ray closer, his arms wrapping around Fraser at the same time, “You weren’t complaining a few hours ago when you were suck-”

 

Ray purred as he pushed closer to Ray, squeezing Fraser tightly between the two of them, “Fraser always says not to talk with my mouth full.”

 

Fraser smiled as he relaxed back into bed, pulling his partners down with him, “thank goodness” he murmured as mouths fought for his own and callused hands stroked over his skin

 

On a chair in the corner of the room hung a properly pristine, perfectly pressed, practically polished Stetson, its eyelets winking in the moonlight.