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"9:30 to Yellowknife" by Aerye, NC-17
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Kowalski/Fraser, Kowalski/Vecchio
Length:5200 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aerye
Author Website:http://www.aerye.clubfen.com/
Why this must be read: Because life is hard, boys are slow on the uptake, moving to the arctic is trickier than it sounds, and it's possible to make the same mistake multiple times. And because Aerye writes such vivid descriptions of every-day reality that this fic reads like a National Geographic photo-essay of a small-town Greyhound station.
Additional recs from last year's DS Match challenge Team Angst and other related material will be at my live journal, where August is a due South love-fest.
It starts to fill up about eight. There's supposed to be a nine-thirty bus to Yellowknife but it's running late and everyone's getting grumpy. The woman sitting next to him has been on her cell phone for the last hour and a half, alternatively yelling, crying, and swearing. "No. No, you didn't tell me that. No, you didn't say. No, you did not. You did not, you motherfucker. No, you never told me that before."
She has two kids with her, young kids, one not even out of diapers yet but old enough to go tottering around the bus station on his pudgy little legs, his dirty t-shirt sporting a smiling moose. He's got a soggy biscuit in his hand. He keeps coming up to Ray and putting his wet fingers on Ray's knees, trying to give Ray his half-chewed cookie, smiling this ridiculous smile that says he doesn't understand that his mother's marriage is breaking apart in the middle of a bus station.
The other kid is older by a few years, maybe six or seven, and apologizes softly every time he's not quick enough to stop his baby brother from leaving more wet fingerprints on Ray's trousers. He does understand. He watches his mother carefully and tries to keep his brother out of trouble, and his eyes are red from determined efforts not to cry.
Ray knows just how he feels.
"9:30 to Yellowknife"
Pairing: Kowalski/Fraser, Kowalski/Vecchio
Length:5200 words
Author on LJ:
aeryeAuthor Website:http://www.aerye.clubfen.com/
Why this must be read: Because life is hard, boys are slow on the uptake, moving to the arctic is trickier than it sounds, and it's possible to make the same mistake multiple times. And because Aerye writes such vivid descriptions of every-day reality that this fic reads like a National Geographic photo-essay of a small-town Greyhound station.
Additional recs from last year's DS Match challenge Team Angst and other related material will be at my live journal, where August is a due South love-fest.
It starts to fill up about eight. There's supposed to be a nine-thirty bus to Yellowknife but it's running late and everyone's getting grumpy. The woman sitting next to him has been on her cell phone for the last hour and a half, alternatively yelling, crying, and swearing. "No. No, you didn't tell me that. No, you didn't say. No, you did not. You did not, you motherfucker. No, you never told me that before."
She has two kids with her, young kids, one not even out of diapers yet but old enough to go tottering around the bus station on his pudgy little legs, his dirty t-shirt sporting a smiling moose. He's got a soggy biscuit in his hand. He keeps coming up to Ray and putting his wet fingers on Ray's knees, trying to give Ray his half-chewed cookie, smiling this ridiculous smile that says he doesn't understand that his mother's marriage is breaking apart in the middle of a bus station.
The other kid is older by a few years, maybe six or seven, and apologizes softly every time he's not quick enough to stop his baby brother from leaving more wet fingerprints on Ray's trousers. He does understand. He watches his mother carefully and tries to keep his brother out of trouble, and his eyes are red from determined efforts not to cry.
Ray knows just how he feels.
"9:30 to Yellowknife"
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