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Can't Stop by Falling by Starfish (NC-17)
Fandom: due South
Pairings: Fraser/RayK
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_star_fish
Author Website: The Title Pool
Why this must be read: This story is casually known as the other mechanic AU among some dS fen. Okay, maybe it's just me there, but it is the other dS mechanic AU. It's also one of my desert island fics and has the illustrious place of being one of 10 fics that is always saved in my email for when I'm bored at work.
When Fraser returns to Chicago, he finds a stranger in Ray Vecchio's place. Except it's not Ray Kowalski. This story features a very interesting twist on the person who takes Vecchio's place and manages to weave a very detailed, very realistic AU around what happens when Fraser doesn't have someone like Ray Kowalski in his life professionally. In the blink of an eye, an off-duty Fraser becomes involved in the investigation of the murder of one of Ray's mechanics, finds himself a new apartment and a new roommate, becomes friends with Turnbull, and finds himself in love with Ray. It's a very simple story that has a very detailed plot, great characterizations, and a very strong romantic feeling through all of this. It's filled with the kind of banter, friendship, and compassion that the real Fraser and RayK have on the show. As if all that isn't enough, it's a long, satisfying read for those of us who crave long fic.
He fakes a smile, like he's trying to break some bad news to me, and says, "There's only one apartment available at this time."
"Oh," I say, but what I'm actually thinking is Oh, shit.
"You should take it, Ray," Ben says, while I’m still floundering. "I'm fine where I am." Dief barks twice and Ben looks down at him. "Please," he says, "I hardly think so. How would you pay the rent? You've gone through your savings."
"No, I can't do that to you," I say, because I can be kind of a selfish bastard at times -- according to Stella, at least -- but I do have some manners. "You take it."
"No, really --" he says, and there he goes with the eyebrow again, and suddenly I realize that's more than a sign he's got an itch.
"What else did H say?" I ask, and Ben looks surprised. I try not to look smug when he goes on.
"Well, it seems that the available apartment has two bedrooms."
"Really," I say, stalling for time, because on the one hand, sharing an apartment at almost-forty is a little weird, but on the other hand, so is living in your office. I think I'd rather be weird and have a working shower.
It has nothing to do with who I'd be sharing the shower with. Nothing at all.
Just as I'm about done processing all that, he opens his mouth and says, "Lieutenant Welsh suggested ... that is ... perhaps we could ... share."
Holy cow, he looks so hopeful it feels like being picked first for stickball and hitting a home run. "Yeah?" I say.
He nods. "If you're amenable?"
I think that means do I want to, in Canadian. I fight the urge to jump for joy and say, "Can you cook?"
"Reasonably well," he says.
"How do you feel about turtles?" I say then, like it's a deal breaker or something.
He looks thoughtful. "Properly prepared, they're quite tasty."
What?
I start to splutter and I'm about to lose it when he giggles. "I'm sorry, Ray," he says. "I saw the tank on your desk this morning."
Jesus. Who'd have thought he had such a twisted sense of humor? "Freak," I say. "Next time, warn a guy."
"Understood," he says. And we stand there in the hallway just smiling at each other until Dief barks again.
Can't Stop Falling
Pairings: Fraser/RayK
Author on LJ:
the_star_fishAuthor Website: The Title Pool
Why this must be read: This story is casually known as the other mechanic AU among some dS fen. Okay, maybe it's just me there, but it is the other dS mechanic AU. It's also one of my desert island fics and has the illustrious place of being one of 10 fics that is always saved in my email for when I'm bored at work.
When Fraser returns to Chicago, he finds a stranger in Ray Vecchio's place. Except it's not Ray Kowalski. This story features a very interesting twist on the person who takes Vecchio's place and manages to weave a very detailed, very realistic AU around what happens when Fraser doesn't have someone like Ray Kowalski in his life professionally. In the blink of an eye, an off-duty Fraser becomes involved in the investigation of the murder of one of Ray's mechanics, finds himself a new apartment and a new roommate, becomes friends with Turnbull, and finds himself in love with Ray. It's a very simple story that has a very detailed plot, great characterizations, and a very strong romantic feeling through all of this. It's filled with the kind of banter, friendship, and compassion that the real Fraser and RayK have on the show. As if all that isn't enough, it's a long, satisfying read for those of us who crave long fic.
He fakes a smile, like he's trying to break some bad news to me, and says, "There's only one apartment available at this time."
"Oh," I say, but what I'm actually thinking is Oh, shit.
"You should take it, Ray," Ben says, while I’m still floundering. "I'm fine where I am." Dief barks twice and Ben looks down at him. "Please," he says, "I hardly think so. How would you pay the rent? You've gone through your savings."
"No, I can't do that to you," I say, because I can be kind of a selfish bastard at times -- according to Stella, at least -- but I do have some manners. "You take it."
"No, really --" he says, and there he goes with the eyebrow again, and suddenly I realize that's more than a sign he's got an itch.
"What else did H say?" I ask, and Ben looks surprised. I try not to look smug when he goes on.
"Well, it seems that the available apartment has two bedrooms."
"Really," I say, stalling for time, because on the one hand, sharing an apartment at almost-forty is a little weird, but on the other hand, so is living in your office. I think I'd rather be weird and have a working shower.
It has nothing to do with who I'd be sharing the shower with. Nothing at all.
Just as I'm about done processing all that, he opens his mouth and says, "Lieutenant Welsh suggested ... that is ... perhaps we could ... share."
Holy cow, he looks so hopeful it feels like being picked first for stickball and hitting a home run. "Yeah?" I say.
He nods. "If you're amenable?"
I think that means do I want to, in Canadian. I fight the urge to jump for joy and say, "Can you cook?"
"Reasonably well," he says.
"How do you feel about turtles?" I say then, like it's a deal breaker or something.
He looks thoughtful. "Properly prepared, they're quite tasty."
What?
I start to splutter and I'm about to lose it when he giggles. "I'm sorry, Ray," he says. "I saw the tank on your desk this morning."
Jesus. Who'd have thought he had such a twisted sense of humor? "Freak," I say. "Next time, warn a guy."
"Understood," he says. And we stand there in the hallway just smiling at each other until Dief barks again.
Can't Stop Falling