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The Long Way Home, by Morgan Dawn and Justine Bennett (NC-17)
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Author's website: http://www.morgandawn.com/fanfic.htm
Why this story must be read: Okay, this is not an easy read. In some places, it's downright gruelling - Fraser and Vecchio, on their way home from an extended vacation repairing Bob's cabin, discover that civilization as they know it has pretty much ended due to a widespread epidemic. Along with a mixed-up group of tourists and natives, they must set about building their own community, dealing with the possible loss of everyone they know and wondering if they themselves are infected. Vecchio's perspective is sustained terrifically well throughout this novel-length story, and it's tough to see him realise just what it means to see Fraser surviving in the wild. But having said that, it's a thoroughly incredible piece of fiction, amazingly well written and so involving. There are mentions of Fraser/Vecchio, but the focus of the story is really their friendship more than the development of the relationship into something else.
His contentment was marred only by the fact that he had awakened alone. Fraser had been there; the warmth of his body had still been noticeable, seeping into Ray's limbs when he rolled to the other side of their bed.
Two years since they'd come home from a celebratory bust. Since Fraser had turned in the middle of Ray's drunken recitation of their success and pulled him into a hug. And Ray, swept away by the moment, had responded to Fraser's touch, flowing into the deepening embrace, the feathering caresses, culminating in the deeper kiss. Ray had allowed himself to be led into that night, allowed the sensations and emotions to wash over him and draw him into the velvet darkness. But when he'd awakened, lying loosely in Fraser's arms, the moment, the sensations, the emotions were gone. The man beside him was only a man. And because he was a man, they could go no further.
Because in the world Ray inhabited—the world of Catholic guilt, overbearing mothers, and family scrutiny, as well as professional impossibilities—in his world, men loving other men had no place. Whatever feelings he might have had for Fraser, in his world they had no place, and with no place he could not give them form or shape or life. In his world, Ray learned to live within the rules of others.
And so he muttered his apologies, feigned drunken confusion, and stepped out the door as quickly as he could. And Fraser had let him go. And that had been the end of the matter. Or so had Ray had thought.
He wasn't sure what Fraser thought. Sometimes he thought he caught regret in Fraser's eyes. Sometimes when he felt Fraser's arm drape companionably around his shoulders, or when their hips and elbows brushed as they maneuvered in their tiny bed, he wondered if Fraser missed something. If that was why he kept himself further from Ray, inside.
The Long Way Home
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Author's website: http://www.morgandawn.com/fanfic.htm
Why this story must be read: Okay, this is not an easy read. In some places, it's downright gruelling - Fraser and Vecchio, on their way home from an extended vacation repairing Bob's cabin, discover that civilization as they know it has pretty much ended due to a widespread epidemic. Along with a mixed-up group of tourists and natives, they must set about building their own community, dealing with the possible loss of everyone they know and wondering if they themselves are infected. Vecchio's perspective is sustained terrifically well throughout this novel-length story, and it's tough to see him realise just what it means to see Fraser surviving in the wild. But having said that, it's a thoroughly incredible piece of fiction, amazingly well written and so involving. There are mentions of Fraser/Vecchio, but the focus of the story is really their friendship more than the development of the relationship into something else.
His contentment was marred only by the fact that he had awakened alone. Fraser had been there; the warmth of his body had still been noticeable, seeping into Ray's limbs when he rolled to the other side of their bed.
Two years since they'd come home from a celebratory bust. Since Fraser had turned in the middle of Ray's drunken recitation of their success and pulled him into a hug. And Ray, swept away by the moment, had responded to Fraser's touch, flowing into the deepening embrace, the feathering caresses, culminating in the deeper kiss. Ray had allowed himself to be led into that night, allowed the sensations and emotions to wash over him and draw him into the velvet darkness. But when he'd awakened, lying loosely in Fraser's arms, the moment, the sensations, the emotions were gone. The man beside him was only a man. And because he was a man, they could go no further.
Because in the world Ray inhabited—the world of Catholic guilt, overbearing mothers, and family scrutiny, as well as professional impossibilities—in his world, men loving other men had no place. Whatever feelings he might have had for Fraser, in his world they had no place, and with no place he could not give them form or shape or life. In his world, Ray learned to live within the rules of others.
And so he muttered his apologies, feigned drunken confusion, and stepped out the door as quickly as he could. And Fraser had let him go. And that had been the end of the matter. Or so had Ray had thought.
He wasn't sure what Fraser thought. Sometimes he thought he caught regret in Fraser's eyes. Sometimes when he felt Fraser's arm drape companionably around his shoulders, or when their hips and elbows brushed as they maneuvered in their tiny bed, he wondered if Fraser missed something. If that was why he kept himself further from Ray, inside.
The Long Way Home
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