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Sorry for the delay!
About 660 words.
Inertia: Part Two
by lamardeuse
"I've been thinking, Ray."
"Whuzzz--Frazzzzer? Wha--"
"Are you awake?"
"I am now. Jesus, it's three thirty."
A huff of breath. "Don't you want to know what I've been thinking about?"
"Mmm." A soft thud that might be the sound of Ray's head hitting the pillow. "I'll take a guess, how's that? You woke me from a sound sleep to tell me you got promoted."
"No."
"You wanted me to know Dief had puppies."
A snort. "Unlikely."
"Miracle of modern fuckin' medicine, what do I know?" Ray's voice was small now, lostness bleeding around its edges. "Can we do this tomorrow? Can you call back tomorrow, when I'm awake?"
A pause. "I suppose I could--" Another pause. "No, I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"Because--I want to tell you now." He was aware he sounded like a petulant child. He didn't care. He finally had acquired some momentum, and Ray was going to be the one to poleaxe him?
"All right, already."
Fraser listened to himself breathe.
"So, go. You gonna go?"
"Go where?"
"Talk to me, Frase. Talk, already. Just get it--"
"I love you."
Silence, because Fraser was no longer breathing.
"How come?"
It was about the last question he'd been expecting to hear. All he could manage was to repeat it, like a particularly intelligent parrot. "How come?"
"Yeah, how come? They don't have how come in the Arctic? Like, it means, why?"
"I know what it means. I just don't see how--why it's important to explore--"
"At this juncture?" Ray asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You call me up eleven--no, twelve-- hours after I call you and tell you I'm a fag and like magic, wave the wand, Harry Potter, you're one too?" He chuckled, but the amusement had died. "You're somethin' else, you know that?"
Fraser frowned. "Are you trying to imply that I'm a sympathetic homosexual?"
"Huh. Cute. Yeah, somethin' like that. But don't worry, Frase buddy, ‘it's a perfectly natural reaction to being under extreme stress.'"
Fraser closed his eyes. This wasn't at all how he--
"You still there?"
"Yes, Ray."
"So look, it's real nice of you and all, and I appreciate it, but I'm gonna survive. No bullshit, okay? I'll get over it."
Fraser swallowed. "I'm--happy for you, Ray."
"So, you can just tuck yourself into your bed and count sled dogs jumping over the ice crevasse, and you'll be asleep in no time."
"I, ah, well, that's going to be difficult," Fraser said, rubbing at his eyebrow until he feared it might come off.
"Whyzat? You got a problem with endangering the lives of imaginary sled dogs?"
"No. I, ah, I don't happen to be near my bed at this time."
"Oh. Still at work, huh?"
"No. I'm in a phone booth."
Ray snorted. "Yeah, Superman. Like there's a phone booth in Inuvik."
"There isn't. Well, there was one until the winter of 1983, when a man named Stinky Milligan...it isn't important."
Fraser listened to the hum of the phone line. The service here was appalling, considering--
"Where are you? Where?" The volume of Ray's words made the connection crackle and splutter.
Fraser inhaled, held the air in his lungs a moment, let it escape. "In a phone booth across the street from your apartment."
"Jesus. Wait, wait--"
"I can't wait," Fraser said. "I have to keep moving. Now that I've started, I can't seem to stop."
"Fraser--"
"You see, I took this bus. Then I took a plane. Then I--"
"Don't. Why are you--"
"Because," Fraser said calmly, "I knew, before. Long before. And God help me--" He trailed off, choking back the words.
"Dammit, Fraser--"
The words burst forth. "I don't want you to survive," Fraser said fervently. "I don't want you to survive without me."
"Hang up the goddamn phone," Ray growled.
"And?"
"And move."
And Fraser was left with a dial tone.
Inertia: Part Two
by lamardeuse
"I've been thinking, Ray."
"Whuzzz--Frazzzzer? Wha--"
"Are you awake?"
"I am now. Jesus, it's three thirty."
A huff of breath. "Don't you want to know what I've been thinking about?"
"Mmm." A soft thud that might be the sound of Ray's head hitting the pillow. "I'll take a guess, how's that? You woke me from a sound sleep to tell me you got promoted."
"No."
"You wanted me to know Dief had puppies."
A snort. "Unlikely."
"Miracle of modern fuckin' medicine, what do I know?" Ray's voice was small now, lostness bleeding around its edges. "Can we do this tomorrow? Can you call back tomorrow, when I'm awake?"
A pause. "I suppose I could--" Another pause. "No, I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"Because--I want to tell you now." He was aware he sounded like a petulant child. He didn't care. He finally had acquired some momentum, and Ray was going to be the one to poleaxe him?
"All right, already."
Fraser listened to himself breathe.
"So, go. You gonna go?"
"Go where?"
"Talk to me, Frase. Talk, already. Just get it--"
"I love you."
Silence, because Fraser was no longer breathing.
"How come?"
It was about the last question he'd been expecting to hear. All he could manage was to repeat it, like a particularly intelligent parrot. "How come?"
"Yeah, how come? They don't have how come in the Arctic? Like, it means, why?"
"I know what it means. I just don't see how--why it's important to explore--"
"At this juncture?" Ray asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You call me up eleven--no, twelve-- hours after I call you and tell you I'm a fag and like magic, wave the wand, Harry Potter, you're one too?" He chuckled, but the amusement had died. "You're somethin' else, you know that?"
Fraser frowned. "Are you trying to imply that I'm a sympathetic homosexual?"
"Huh. Cute. Yeah, somethin' like that. But don't worry, Frase buddy, ‘it's a perfectly natural reaction to being under extreme stress.'"
Fraser closed his eyes. This wasn't at all how he--
"You still there?"
"Yes, Ray."
"So look, it's real nice of you and all, and I appreciate it, but I'm gonna survive. No bullshit, okay? I'll get over it."
Fraser swallowed. "I'm--happy for you, Ray."
"So, you can just tuck yourself into your bed and count sled dogs jumping over the ice crevasse, and you'll be asleep in no time."
"I, ah, well, that's going to be difficult," Fraser said, rubbing at his eyebrow until he feared it might come off.
"Whyzat? You got a problem with endangering the lives of imaginary sled dogs?"
"No. I, ah, I don't happen to be near my bed at this time."
"Oh. Still at work, huh?"
"No. I'm in a phone booth."
Ray snorted. "Yeah, Superman. Like there's a phone booth in Inuvik."
"There isn't. Well, there was one until the winter of 1983, when a man named Stinky Milligan...it isn't important."
Fraser listened to the hum of the phone line. The service here was appalling, considering--
"Where are you? Where?" The volume of Ray's words made the connection crackle and splutter.
Fraser inhaled, held the air in his lungs a moment, let it escape. "In a phone booth across the street from your apartment."
"Jesus. Wait, wait--"
"I can't wait," Fraser said. "I have to keep moving. Now that I've started, I can't seem to stop."
"Fraser--"
"You see, I took this bus. Then I took a plane. Then I--"
"Don't. Why are you--"
"Because," Fraser said calmly, "I knew, before. Long before. And God help me--" He trailed off, choking back the words.
"Dammit, Fraser--"
The words burst forth. "I don't want you to survive," Fraser said fervently. "I don't want you to survive without me."
"Hang up the goddamn phone," Ray growled.
"And?"
"And move."
And Fraser was left with a dial tone.
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Wow...
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::sigh:::
And did I mention "oh yes?"
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on a completely different note: you wench! i'll have you know that i was up til 3:30am reading your really long A-T au! i'm sooooo tired!
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The first part was terribly painful, in a really great way. I feel so bad for them, but I love story, especially the dialogue. Still, I was very glad you promised more.
And this just caps it off perfectly! It's still very painful, but a happy ending makes it all worthwhile.
Of course, I have to admit I'm a little curious about the follow-through, what with all that momentum Fraser's got going now. But I guess that part wouldn't really involve a telephone, huh?
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(Anonymous) - 2003-06-05 06:47 (UTC) - Expandno subject
Also, the sled dogs jumping over the crevasses-- Ray's language is wonderful.
Like everyone else, I'd love to see the clinch (and more) but I like where you left it, also. Yum! Thanks.
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More!
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Lovely.
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This was lovely...
It's that subtext, maybe, that it seems easy between them, but a lot is going unsaid. Implied. Here, it's hard, because that honest-type speak doesn't come easy. Right out there, and the relief that they (and I) feel when it works...well, it's just wonderful.
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My favorite line, because it just tickled me and sounded so much like Fraser: Fraser frowned. "Are you trying to imply that I'm a sympathetic homosexual?"
It just made me giggle.
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"Hang up the goddamn phone," Ray growled.
"And?"
"And move."
And Fraser was left with a dial tone.
That's brilliant, ending it the moment before Fraser moves, just as the realization sinks in. ;-)
And I adore your Lauren Bacall icon!
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I'm with Kalena. I think you should write the actually reunion. You don't have to post it on ds_flashfiction, since the phone part will be over; you could just post it here. :-D
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