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crack_van2006-05-12 11:51 pm
bluebrocade.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-05-12 11:51 pm
Iqaqpaa! by Nemi (NC-17)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
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Why this must be read: Imagine waking up in a hospital room with no memory of your life. Your parents, your ex-wife, your colleagues and friends visit, show you pictures of your life, but you don't remember. It turns out you're a cop, injured in the line of duty. Your partner is there, a strange, alarmingly polite Mountie, of all things. It turns out he's also your best friend. He sticks by your side and helps you through this horrible, confusing ordeal, but something's amiss. He's strange, yes -- but it's more than that. He's too quiet, and you feel there's something you're not getting, something important. And then your memories start to return and holy shit, you had no idea...
Excerpt:
Diefenbaker, who'd come along for the move ("He strongly feels he would be of invaluable help, Ray."), has been resting quietly near the door, but now he gets to his feet and trots over to me, nudging my hand with his snout. I move my hand into his fur and scratch his ear. When Dief has decided he's had enough scratching, he lies down at my feet, just about the time Fraser comes out of the bedroom and proclaims himself done unpacking.
"Greatness," I tell him without really looking at him. "Come sit down and kick back. Have a beer or something. We'll see if there's anything on TV."
When a few moments pass without a reply, I turn my head to look at him. He's frozen on the spot, a few steps from my bedroom door, looking ghostly pale again.
"Fraser?" I ask. I'm kinda worried now. It's one of the first things I picked up on. When the Mountie goes all pale and frozen, something's queer. "What, you don't drink beer or something?" I ask, trying to lighten the mood.
That seems to jostle him a little, and he clears his throat and comes to sit down next to me on the couch. "No, actually, I don't," he says. "But it's just... You used to say that, Ray."
I'm confused for a bit, but his face is all serious.
"Greatness," he explains, and I get it.
"Ah. Oh. Well."
I have no idea what to say, 'cause I honestly can't really remember anything, and I definitely do not wanna get Fraser's hopes up.
"I don't," I start, "I don't... I don't..."
Luckily Fraser's a bright guy, and he gets it right away. He first looks disappointed, and then he gets that unreadable face again, the one I haven't deciphered yet. It's the one I figure either is just weird, or means something really big. And if it's the latter, I hope he'll tell me eventually. Just as he's about to open his mouth, there's a knock on the door, and I groan, hanging my head.
Iqaqpaa!
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