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iamtheenemy.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2007-01-19 10:42 pm
Telephone by The Hoyden (PG-13)
This story had no rating listed, so I ballparked it myself.
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: RayK/Fraser
Author on LJ:
thehoyden
Author Website: like an angel sleeping it off
Why this must be read:
This is AU after MotB. In it, Fraser overhears a telephone conversation that Ray has and misinterprets. I kind of like seeing Fraser get things wrong for once, and the ensuing angst and problems that this mistake causes are fun to read.
"Me, I'm alone, you know? And a cop. Jesus, back then I thought I was going to finish college, and me and Stella were for keeps. And you - hey, are you still in the Air Force? Wow. Wow, that's wild. No, that's great. We all thought we'd have to kick your butt out of bed every morning for ROTC." A sudden laugh. "No, I was Polisci, remember? Only thing I liked. Couldn't do math for shit, you know?"
It wasn't eavesdropping if I couldn't help it, was it? I felt some measure of guilt, but I couldn't deny my curiosity about these pieces of Ray's life, made suddenly explicit where they had only been alluded to before in the course of our friendship. I imagined Ray in a college lecture hall, black-framed glasses resting on his nose.
And what did he mean, alone?
Telephone
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: RayK/Fraser
Author on LJ:
Author Website: like an angel sleeping it off
Why this must be read:
This is AU after MotB. In it, Fraser overhears a telephone conversation that Ray has and misinterprets. I kind of like seeing Fraser get things wrong for once, and the ensuing angst and problems that this mistake causes are fun to read.
"Me, I'm alone, you know? And a cop. Jesus, back then I thought I was going to finish college, and me and Stella were for keeps. And you - hey, are you still in the Air Force? Wow. Wow, that's wild. No, that's great. We all thought we'd have to kick your butt out of bed every morning for ROTC." A sudden laugh. "No, I was Polisci, remember? Only thing I liked. Couldn't do math for shit, you know?"
It wasn't eavesdropping if I couldn't help it, was it? I felt some measure of guilt, but I couldn't deny my curiosity about these pieces of Ray's life, made suddenly explicit where they had only been alluded to before in the course of our friendship. I imagined Ray in a college lecture hall, black-framed glasses resting on his nose.
And what did he mean, alone?
Telephone

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