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Author: Salieri (aka troyswann)
Title: Migration
Character/Pairing: F/K (eta: post CotW)
Length: ~980
Warnings: none, except for obliqueness
Disclaimer: Not mine, although, if they'd let me, I'd keep them under my bed and feed them crackers.
Notes: I think it's about time.
Summary: Fraser thinks it's about time. :)
Real Notes: This is part of this little multi-fandom series I'm doing in which I'm writing snippets based on the last lines of Leonard Cohen's "For E.J.P."; hence, the funkay subtitle.



Layer after layer of autumn leaves
are swept away
Something forgets us perfectly
--Leonard Cohen, "For E.J.P."

Five Variations on an Inspiration #3 Deviation B: Benton Fraser

( ”migration” )

Author: Salieri
Pairings: F/K
Episodes/Spoilers: Call of the Wild
Warnings: none
Wordcount: ~1600
Notes: I thought that Fraser's postsecret maybe had a story attached. Maybe there's a story for each of the Rays, and Welsh, too, actually, but I won't have time before the deadline and besides, I have graaaading to do, so, this little bit o' nuthin' scribbled while invigilating an exam.
Summary: I don't actually like the colour red.

( Red )

Author: Salieri a.k.a. troyswann
Title: Odd-Numbered Nights
Pairing: Fraser/RayV (sort of)
Episode: The Deal
Length: 1000w
Warnings: language, a little bit
Disclaimer: not mine not mine not mine

( Odd-Numbered Nights )

Author: Salieri (aka troyswann)
Title: Real Boys (A Chip Off the Old Blog)
Challenge: Space
Word Count: ~23,000
Episode/Spoilers: None
Genre: AU
Characters/Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13, Violence, panning to fireworks, language, sekrit Canadian aspirations mu-ha.
Summary: He came to the city on the trail of the killers of his father, and for reasons that will be elucidated below, he didn't remain.
Notes: First, I dedicate this to cofax7 belatedly for her birthday. I know you asked for "apocofic" but this is sort of like that, right? Second, to raucousraven, any thanks I offer for the lightning beta on this thing will be too little. I mean, if someone comes up to you and says, "I have a 340KB story I need betaed and, oh, also, I need it tomorrow" and you say "Okay" and then you actually do it, you are either an inveterate masochist or a really wonderful human being. RR? Both, I suspect. Thank you for letting me exploit you. All I can offer is the correct spelling of your username (this once). Any errors that remain are my own.

Finally: This is the continuation of "Real Boys (A Chip Off the Old Blog)," the short piece originally posted under the "genre" challenge as a riff on Philip K. Dick's dystopia. I've posted the whole thing in its entirety here just for tidiness' sake.

( Real Boys, Part One )


Real Boys, Part Two

Real Boys, Part Three

Author: Salieri (aka troyswann)
Title: Cetera desunt
Length: 455 w
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Characters: the Frasers
Summary: On the first day of Fraser's life
Notes: this is a tag or sequel, or prequel, or answer or something to the story I posted last night, "Imprint." I was thinking about that one line from Bob's diary and... well, this happened.

( Cetera desunt )