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Title: When Secret Worlds Collide.
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norabombay and special guests to be mentioned in the footnotes.
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, Kowalski/Frannie, Diefenbaker/Pastry, Chicago/Cubs, Cubs Fans/Beer
Rating: PG
Word Count: About 2100
Warnings: Bad writing. Bad grammar. Bad spelling. Crying. Fake sibling incest. The lyrics of Evanescence. And possibly some middle aged man cutting. And of course references that may destroy many a Canadian childhood idol.
Prompt: Lieutenant Welsh discovers Fraser's dark secret and uses it to blackmail Fraser into dumping his true love, Ray [last name of your choice], so that Harding can finally have his shot with the handsome Detective. How will Fraser make things right without anyone else discovering his dark secret?! Is Frannie really trying to help Fraser or are her motivations less than pure? Will Ray succumb to Harding's charms? And why is Turnbull sneaking into the 2-7 with a Polaroid camera and a truncheon...?
Prompt written bybluebrocade
When Secret Worlds Collide, Part 61/131
10:00 a.m. Tuesday. It was a dreary and cold day in Chicago, a foot of snow on the ground and more to come. But the last few days had crept above freezing, leaving the streets filthy and slushy. In essence, it was the kind of weather that caused anyone with good sense and the ability to do so to take a trip. Like to Florida.
Forever.
And then to make phone calls to the relatives and friends trapped in Chicago, reminding them that while they were consumed with cabin fever and their parkas, the lucky caller was done by the pool. In the sun. Half dressed.
A lot of Chicago families have a remarkable pattern of disowning their Florida relations.
All of which is to say that when Turnbull was found crouching in the bushes outside the 2-7, a Polaroid in one hand, some sort of truncheon in the other?
At least there was a good and logical reason for him to be wearing the knee high rain boots with little green and purple whales on them. The stores had been sold out of any sensibly designed rain boots for weeks. That Turnbull had purchased his pair in early August when the shelves were full was probably best kept a secret. But he told it anyway.
And after a twenty minute rambling discourse on rain gear, the sanctity of uniform boots, the weather patterns of Chicago, and something in involving what appeared to be a stop light of some sort going bowling? No one bothered to ask WHY he was standing there with the truncheon.
When they arrived at work that morning, Ray & Fraser tried to sneak right past him.
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10:05 a.m. Tuesday. 15 years ago
Contrary to popular belief, Ben Fraser had not graduated in the top of his class at the Mounties Academy. No, he had been right in the middle of the pack. Sure, he was wonderful with tracking and dogsleds, and horses, and running. But he had to take the driver's test three times, did not understand any cultural reference more recent than never. And most ruinously He kept thinking that the Stanley Cup was a sailing trophy. This despite the fact (which he had never and would never share with the fellow Mounties) that he had once had sex with Wayne Gretzky.
And like all people who graduate in the middle of their class at Mountie School, he wound up doing his first rotation in a place that, while pleasant, was not of his own choosing.
Benton Fraser spent his first 18 months outside of the academy doing crowd control and general security. On Prince Edward Island.
Prince Edward Island is a small boring place, with but one major industry: Anne of Green Gables tourism. And Benton Fraser is now and always was an insanely attractive (but broke) man. So when his shifts in the red uniform doing crowd control were done, Fraser switched into a new costume- clothing that would have been familiar to his grandparents- clothing that Fraser was able to wear without any of the self consciousness of modern actors. And he became Gilbert Blythe.
For 18 months Fraser appeared twice in most tourist photos. Once as the stoic Mounties in the red uniform, directing traffic, finding lost children, and generally serving the public good. And that evening he appeared again, in his finest 1896 suit, standing next to a woman in a red wig. Japanese weddings, French anniversaries, and one very memorial bris all passed with out incident.
None of this was Fraser's deep dark secret. He may not choose to ever mention or talk about it (sort of like how he fails to mention fucking Wayne Gretzky) but it wasn't anything that would lead to long term emotional scarring.
No, the secret was about the day the woman who played Marilla called in sick. And for reasons that are not important at this juncture, Benton Fraser wound up taking her place.
And for six months he was the best Marilla that PEI had ever seen.
Fraser didn't like to talk about it.
Which made it unfortunate that Lieutenant Welsh had gone on a second honeymoon with his ex-wife. To Prince Edward Island. While Fraser was playing Marilla. And the ex-wife had taken lots and lots and lots of pictures.
He didn't figure it out immediately. But three years of Fraser in his station, solving crimes, and probably fucking his detectives?
Lieutenant Welsh snapped.
------
11:30 a.m. Tuesday (present day)
"Constable Fraser! My Office! Now!" Harding Welsh bellowed across the squad room. Seconds later the Mountie appeared at his open door, fresh, crisp and a virtual recruiting poster. Just as suddenly Ray Vecchio (nee Kowalski) appeared, slouched and leaning against the door frame.
"Vecchio!" bellowed Welsh (Because Vecchio is what they were forced to call him for reasons that are really not important at this juncture and too ludicrous for even the most considered badfic to get into) "Did I say that I want to see you? No. I did not! I asked for the Mountie".
Ray sort of cringed back.
"Fraser, come in her and shut the door. Vecchio- go solve a crime or something!"
Fraser gave ray an apologetic look, one that said "my love, I cannot bear to be separated from you for but a moment- however, I am under orders".
Ray rubbed his eyebrow, the symbol for "I love you my snuggle bunny" in Fraserese.
And Diefenbaker moved between them in a figure eight, signaling the eternity of his love for his chosen pack. Or possibly that he wanted a donut. Or sometimes that Little Timmy had fallen down a well. In all honesty it was sometimes hard to tell what he was saying.
Finally Fraser entered Welsh's office, breaking the eye contact with his beloved Ray.
This was Francesca's chance to strike. She had her brother there, a captive audience. (Ray was also pretending to be Francesca’s brother, for reasons that were even stranger than why he was pretending to be Ray Vecchio in the first place. Let it just be said that Mamma Vecchio was perhaps left best in the dark about a few of the sibling bonding activities that had gone on during a terrible drunken weekend when Ray and Fraser broke up).
Anyway. So Francesca had been waiting for her chance alone with her 'brother' again for weeks.
"Ray, what's wrong? Can I help with anything? It's no fun when Harding yells".
"No Frannie, you can't help with anything. It will be fine" said Ray. While inside he was dying in shreds of agony. He had been separated from his beloved for a whole 15 seconds, and wasn't sure how he would cope. He was forced to think back to the lyrics of his favorite song for guidance and strength. When he was separated from Fraser, the words of Sarah McLaughlin always brought him hope.
"You take me in - no questions asked-you strip away the ugliness that surrounds me. Are you an angel? Am I already that gone? I only hope that I won't disappoint you when I'm down here on my knees"
Because no matter what happened, Ray knew he could never disappoint anyone when he was down there on his knees.
And on that thought he punched the wall, and went downstairs to get coffee from the break room.
=========
11:45 p.m. (Back when Ray Kowalski first got the job of being Ray Vecchio)
After an all day session with the full Vecchio family, Ray was exhausted. Exhausted with a capital T. Sure, a giant Chicago Italian family was almost exactly like a giant Polish family. Except of course Ray hadn’t spoken to most of his giant Polish family for a good 18 years. Ever since he married Stella and went to the police academy, he was dead to them.
So maybe the whole family was overwhelming. But he needed to talk with Frannie alone, and find out what stuff there was that couldn't be talked about in front of Ma Vecchio. But to recover from a day spent trying to remember which Mary was Mary Ann, Mary Faith, Mary Joy, and Mary Mary, Ray needed a drink.
So they went to a bar on the other side of town, one that no Vecchio would voluntarily go near. As if it was a different type of undercover, they went to a bar next to Wrigley field. Just Ray, Frannie (she said to call her Frannie), and about 3000 drunken Cubs fans. Two pitchers later, they were best friends for life, had matching little whale tattoos on their ankles, and were well past third base, sliding towards home.
Ray and Frannie spent the next three days transforming a Kowalski into a Vecchio and having lots and lots and lots of sex.
Until on Thursday morning, when Frannie had the sudden realization that she had spent the last four days fucking her brother.
They vowed to never speak of it again, but the little laughing blue ankle whales secretly frequently betrayed them. And despite her vows, Frannie was ALWAYS ready to have Ray back down on his knees.
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11:31 a.m. Tuesday, Present day.
Fraser shut the door behind him as Welsh waived him at the chair.
"Constable. Sit, Please" Welsh pulled his feet off the desk, and sat up straight in his chair. "Fraser, I have something to tell you".
"Yes Lieutenant?" Fraser said, pulling his hat down over his lap.
"Fraser, let’s cut to the chase: I know your secret. I've got the tapes. You spent 18 months on Prince Edward Island in the early 1980's, pretending to be Marilla Cuthbert. And I need you to do something for me."
Fraser sat back shocked. "You know about that? I certainly never told anyone about it, but it was not exactly secret- I am in far too many wedding video's and tourist snapshots to stay hidden forever". He ran his fingers across the brim of his hat.
"No Fraser, not the wedding tapes. The OTHER tapes. The late night naked Marilla Cuthbert tapes.".
"Oh. Those." Fraser seemed to shrink a little bit. And started to crush the brim of his hat. "I was young, and my Grandmother's medical bills were adding up...”
"I don't care why you made the tape Fraser. I have no interest whatsoever. But if you want other people to stay pure and free of the tapes contents, I need you to do something for me." Welsh started to lean across the desk.
"What do you need sir?" Fraser was clearly nervous, unable to move. "I will do anything. Anything. To keep those tapes secret".
"Fraser, I need you to break up with Kowalski". Welsh was firm and final.
"But sir. How can I...." Fraser was shocked. He and Ray had been so private. So secret with their relationship. They hardly ever made out in public anymore. And that time they were in the back ground of the local news, half naked, well, everyone had certainly believed them that Ray was just looking for ticks.
"Don't bother to lie to me Constable. I know all about the relationship. And I need to you to break up with Kowalski". Welsh was firm. "And if you don't do so in 24 hours, the entire world will know about that tape."
"I understand sir." Fraser was crushed.
"And think of it this way: I'm doing you a favor. This way you can break up with Kowalski on your own terms. Instead of waiting until he finds the tape. Now get out of here and go break up with Kowalski”.
Fraser locked himself into the bathroom stall at the 2-7 in order to have a good cry, and to prepare for breaking up with Ray. There is no way that he could share this with anyone.
“Oh Ray- how can you see into my eyes like open doors leading you down into my core? Where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home” Fraser thought. And while the words rang through his head, and he was sitting there in the dark cool of the station bathroom, he started to get undressed. What he was about to do next couldn’t sully the uniform. Jacket off, sleeves carefully rolled up, Fraser took the razor blade he kept hidden in his had out, and started to carefully cut.
This would leave scars on his arms and he didn’t care. For there was no way he could break up with Ray with letting lose first………
End Part 61.
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AN: Thank you to the Gettysburg Address, Evanescence, and the works of Sarah McLaughlin. Also thanks to my betas, who promised me it was as awful as intended. And finally, no thanks to L.M.Montgomery, who turns out to bee really a lot more racist than I was happy to find out.
Title: When Secret Worlds Collide.
Author:
norabombay and special guests to be mentioned in the footnotes.Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, Kowalski/Frannie, Diefenbaker/Pastry, Chicago/Cubs, Cubs Fans/Beer
Rating: PG
Word Count: About 2100
Warnings: Bad writing. Bad grammar. Bad spelling. Crying. Fake sibling incest. The lyrics of Evanescence. And possibly some middle aged man cutting. And of course references that may destroy many a Canadian childhood idol.
Prompt: Lieutenant Welsh discovers Fraser's dark secret and uses it to blackmail Fraser into dumping his true love, Ray [last name of your choice], so that Harding can finally have his shot with the handsome Detective. How will Fraser make things right without anyone else discovering his dark secret?! Is Frannie really trying to help Fraser or are her motivations less than pure? Will Ray succumb to Harding's charms? And why is Turnbull sneaking into the 2-7 with a Polaroid camera and a truncheon...?
Prompt written by
bluebrocadeWhen Secret Worlds Collide, Part 61/131
10:00 a.m. Tuesday. It was a dreary and cold day in Chicago, a foot of snow on the ground and more to come. But the last few days had crept above freezing, leaving the streets filthy and slushy. In essence, it was the kind of weather that caused anyone with good sense and the ability to do so to take a trip. Like to Florida.
Forever.
And then to make phone calls to the relatives and friends trapped in Chicago, reminding them that while they were consumed with cabin fever and their parkas, the lucky caller was done by the pool. In the sun. Half dressed.
A lot of Chicago families have a remarkable pattern of disowning their Florida relations.
All of which is to say that when Turnbull was found crouching in the bushes outside the 2-7, a Polaroid in one hand, some sort of truncheon in the other?
At least there was a good and logical reason for him to be wearing the knee high rain boots with little green and purple whales on them. The stores had been sold out of any sensibly designed rain boots for weeks. That Turnbull had purchased his pair in early August when the shelves were full was probably best kept a secret. But he told it anyway.
And after a twenty minute rambling discourse on rain gear, the sanctity of uniform boots, the weather patterns of Chicago, and something in involving what appeared to be a stop light of some sort going bowling? No one bothered to ask WHY he was standing there with the truncheon.
When they arrived at work that morning, Ray & Fraser tried to sneak right past him.
---
10:05 a.m. Tuesday. 15 years ago
Contrary to popular belief, Ben Fraser had not graduated in the top of his class at the Mounties Academy. No, he had been right in the middle of the pack. Sure, he was wonderful with tracking and dogsleds, and horses, and running. But he had to take the driver's test three times, did not understand any cultural reference more recent than never. And most ruinously He kept thinking that the Stanley Cup was a sailing trophy. This despite the fact (which he had never and would never share with the fellow Mounties) that he had once had sex with Wayne Gretzky.
And like all people who graduate in the middle of their class at Mountie School, he wound up doing his first rotation in a place that, while pleasant, was not of his own choosing.
Benton Fraser spent his first 18 months outside of the academy doing crowd control and general security. On Prince Edward Island.
Prince Edward Island is a small boring place, with but one major industry: Anne of Green Gables tourism. And Benton Fraser is now and always was an insanely attractive (but broke) man. So when his shifts in the red uniform doing crowd control were done, Fraser switched into a new costume- clothing that would have been familiar to his grandparents- clothing that Fraser was able to wear without any of the self consciousness of modern actors. And he became Gilbert Blythe.
For 18 months Fraser appeared twice in most tourist photos. Once as the stoic Mounties in the red uniform, directing traffic, finding lost children, and generally serving the public good. And that evening he appeared again, in his finest 1896 suit, standing next to a woman in a red wig. Japanese weddings, French anniversaries, and one very memorial bris all passed with out incident.
None of this was Fraser's deep dark secret. He may not choose to ever mention or talk about it (sort of like how he fails to mention fucking Wayne Gretzky) but it wasn't anything that would lead to long term emotional scarring.
No, the secret was about the day the woman who played Marilla called in sick. And for reasons that are not important at this juncture, Benton Fraser wound up taking her place.
And for six months he was the best Marilla that PEI had ever seen.
Fraser didn't like to talk about it.
Which made it unfortunate that Lieutenant Welsh had gone on a second honeymoon with his ex-wife. To Prince Edward Island. While Fraser was playing Marilla. And the ex-wife had taken lots and lots and lots of pictures.
He didn't figure it out immediately. But three years of Fraser in his station, solving crimes, and probably fucking his detectives?
Lieutenant Welsh snapped.
------
11:30 a.m. Tuesday (present day)
"Constable Fraser! My Office! Now!" Harding Welsh bellowed across the squad room. Seconds later the Mountie appeared at his open door, fresh, crisp and a virtual recruiting poster. Just as suddenly Ray Vecchio (nee Kowalski) appeared, slouched and leaning against the door frame.
"Vecchio!" bellowed Welsh (Because Vecchio is what they were forced to call him for reasons that are really not important at this juncture and too ludicrous for even the most considered badfic to get into) "Did I say that I want to see you? No. I did not! I asked for the Mountie".
Ray sort of cringed back.
"Fraser, come in her and shut the door. Vecchio- go solve a crime or something!"
Fraser gave ray an apologetic look, one that said "my love, I cannot bear to be separated from you for but a moment- however, I am under orders".
Ray rubbed his eyebrow, the symbol for "I love you my snuggle bunny" in Fraserese.
And Diefenbaker moved between them in a figure eight, signaling the eternity of his love for his chosen pack. Or possibly that he wanted a donut. Or sometimes that Little Timmy had fallen down a well. In all honesty it was sometimes hard to tell what he was saying.
Finally Fraser entered Welsh's office, breaking the eye contact with his beloved Ray.
This was Francesca's chance to strike. She had her brother there, a captive audience. (Ray was also pretending to be Francesca’s brother, for reasons that were even stranger than why he was pretending to be Ray Vecchio in the first place. Let it just be said that Mamma Vecchio was perhaps left best in the dark about a few of the sibling bonding activities that had gone on during a terrible drunken weekend when Ray and Fraser broke up).
Anyway. So Francesca had been waiting for her chance alone with her 'brother' again for weeks.
"Ray, what's wrong? Can I help with anything? It's no fun when Harding yells".
"No Frannie, you can't help with anything. It will be fine" said Ray. While inside he was dying in shreds of agony. He had been separated from his beloved for a whole 15 seconds, and wasn't sure how he would cope. He was forced to think back to the lyrics of his favorite song for guidance and strength. When he was separated from Fraser, the words of Sarah McLaughlin always brought him hope.
"You take me in - no questions asked-you strip away the ugliness that surrounds me. Are you an angel? Am I already that gone? I only hope that I won't disappoint you when I'm down here on my knees"
Because no matter what happened, Ray knew he could never disappoint anyone when he was down there on his knees.
And on that thought he punched the wall, and went downstairs to get coffee from the break room.
=========
11:45 p.m. (Back when Ray Kowalski first got the job of being Ray Vecchio)
After an all day session with the full Vecchio family, Ray was exhausted. Exhausted with a capital T. Sure, a giant Chicago Italian family was almost exactly like a giant Polish family. Except of course Ray hadn’t spoken to most of his giant Polish family for a good 18 years. Ever since he married Stella and went to the police academy, he was dead to them.
So maybe the whole family was overwhelming. But he needed to talk with Frannie alone, and find out what stuff there was that couldn't be talked about in front of Ma Vecchio. But to recover from a day spent trying to remember which Mary was Mary Ann, Mary Faith, Mary Joy, and Mary Mary, Ray needed a drink.
So they went to a bar on the other side of town, one that no Vecchio would voluntarily go near. As if it was a different type of undercover, they went to a bar next to Wrigley field. Just Ray, Frannie (she said to call her Frannie), and about 3000 drunken Cubs fans. Two pitchers later, they were best friends for life, had matching little whale tattoos on their ankles, and were well past third base, sliding towards home.
Ray and Frannie spent the next three days transforming a Kowalski into a Vecchio and having lots and lots and lots of sex.
Until on Thursday morning, when Frannie had the sudden realization that she had spent the last four days fucking her brother.
They vowed to never speak of it again, but the little laughing blue ankle whales secretly frequently betrayed them. And despite her vows, Frannie was ALWAYS ready to have Ray back down on his knees.
-------
11:31 a.m. Tuesday, Present day.
Fraser shut the door behind him as Welsh waived him at the chair.
"Constable. Sit, Please" Welsh pulled his feet off the desk, and sat up straight in his chair. "Fraser, I have something to tell you".
"Yes Lieutenant?" Fraser said, pulling his hat down over his lap.
"Fraser, let’s cut to the chase: I know your secret. I've got the tapes. You spent 18 months on Prince Edward Island in the early 1980's, pretending to be Marilla Cuthbert. And I need you to do something for me."
Fraser sat back shocked. "You know about that? I certainly never told anyone about it, but it was not exactly secret- I am in far too many wedding video's and tourist snapshots to stay hidden forever". He ran his fingers across the brim of his hat.
"No Fraser, not the wedding tapes. The OTHER tapes. The late night naked Marilla Cuthbert tapes.".
"Oh. Those." Fraser seemed to shrink a little bit. And started to crush the brim of his hat. "I was young, and my Grandmother's medical bills were adding up...”
"I don't care why you made the tape Fraser. I have no interest whatsoever. But if you want other people to stay pure and free of the tapes contents, I need you to do something for me." Welsh started to lean across the desk.
"What do you need sir?" Fraser was clearly nervous, unable to move. "I will do anything. Anything. To keep those tapes secret".
"Fraser, I need you to break up with Kowalski". Welsh was firm and final.
"But sir. How can I...." Fraser was shocked. He and Ray had been so private. So secret with their relationship. They hardly ever made out in public anymore. And that time they were in the back ground of the local news, half naked, well, everyone had certainly believed them that Ray was just looking for ticks.
"Don't bother to lie to me Constable. I know all about the relationship. And I need to you to break up with Kowalski". Welsh was firm. "And if you don't do so in 24 hours, the entire world will know about that tape."
"I understand sir." Fraser was crushed.
"And think of it this way: I'm doing you a favor. This way you can break up with Kowalski on your own terms. Instead of waiting until he finds the tape. Now get out of here and go break up with Kowalski”.
Fraser locked himself into the bathroom stall at the 2-7 in order to have a good cry, and to prepare for breaking up with Ray. There is no way that he could share this with anyone.
“Oh Ray- how can you see into my eyes like open doors leading you down into my core? Where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home” Fraser thought. And while the words rang through his head, and he was sitting there in the dark cool of the station bathroom, he started to get undressed. What he was about to do next couldn’t sully the uniform. Jacket off, sleeves carefully rolled up, Fraser took the razor blade he kept hidden in his had out, and started to carefully cut.
This would leave scars on his arms and he didn’t care. For there was no way he could break up with Ray with letting lose first………
End Part 61.
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AN: Thank you to the Gettysburg Address, Evanescence, and the works of Sarah McLaughlin. Also thanks to my betas, who promised me it was as awful as intended. And finally, no thanks to L.M.Montgomery, who turns out to bee really a lot more racist than I was happy to find out.
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