One Two Three Two One, by spuffyduds. (NC-17)

[thady.livejournal.com]

Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio, Fraser/Kowalski, Vecchio/Stella, Fraser/Vecchio
Author on LJ: spuffyduds
Author Website: None

Why this must be read:

I've got a hugh fondness of 'Langoustini', and how he changed Vecchio. There are a few stories that deal with the aftermath and this is one of them. This is Vecchio and not Vecchio, and my heart breaks for him here.

This story combines an interesting structure with great characterization. It's an intense and angsty view at Vecchio and his relationships, and the influence he has on the other characters.

This story stayed with me weeks after reading it and changed my take on Vecchio forever.

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Vecchio

Ray had a hard time getting Fraser to leave, to stop beaming at him and take his new partner and just give Ray a few fucking minutes alone. But after the clean-up team dealt with the goons in the bathroom and he’d given Fraser what little updates on Muldoon he had (and made sure to say "Benny" every third word or so because it made the new guy do something weird with his mouth every time), Ray finally managed. He told Benny, forcefully, that he needed a few minutes to make some calls, and urged them out the door.

What he needed a few minutes to do, really, was go back in the bathroom that now stank of bleach, and throw up.

Because when he’d opened the door and seen Fraser, his first thought was "Oh, thank God, it’s Benny and I’m home," but that was his Ray voice, his Chicago voice, and he’d gotten used to letting that run on, pretty background music he couldn’t afford to listen to.

And his next thought was Bookman, was Vegas, was maintain cover at any cost; the voice he’d learned to obey every time if he was going to survive, if he was going to get out of this some day, some year, Jesus, ever; and that one said, "He’s really pretty; too bad you’re going to have to shoot him."

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Comments

[nos4a2no9.livejournal.com]

Excellent rec! And damn heartbreaking, too. I felt so horrible for poor Vecchio, but the story is so wonderfully written and so believably crafted that I bought every second of it. Oh Spuffy. How she likes to rip out our hearts.

[thady.livejournal.com]

Thank you for letting me know! And yes, it seemed very real and believable. Poor Vecchio.