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crack_van2008-08-08 08:44 am
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Core Rewarming by Cesperanza, Mature
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akamine_chan again for making a del.icio.us folder for Due South Crack Van recommendations. I was pretty sure I would not be able to recommend any Cesperanza stories this month- in fact, it was the chore of figuring out if any of her stories were available to be recommended which started my daughter and me talking about making a searchable list; akamine_chan's solution was much more elegant and amazingly useful, and I'm pretty sure I would not be able to have much luck putting together twelve recommendations for this month without it.
The story I most wanted to recommend, in fact, has not been previously recommended here. It's a spare, elegant, and emotionally convincing reminder that Benton Fraser is not Superman, no matter how cool he looks in his bright red suit.
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Kowalski/Fraser
Length: 25K
Author on LJ:cesperanza
Author Website:Speranza's Fiction
Why this must be read:Because being Benton Fraser doesn't come free, no matter how easy he makes it look; sometimes seeing what other people don't see and doing what other people can't or won't takes its toll.
Excerpt:
A remaining paramedic seemed to be arguing with Fraser, who had gotten unsteadily to his feet, a thermal blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Ray drifted closer, wincing at the sound of sirens. Above them, the ambulance was pulling away.
"You could have a head wound," the paramedic was saying.
"Yes, I could, but I don't." Fraser raised his hands and scraped his wet hair away from his forehead—presumably to demonstrate that he didn't have a head wound. The river water left a gritty trail across his pale skin—jeez, Fraser looked terrible. Ray was used to seeing Fraser do stupid, incredible things and hardly mess up his suit, but now Fraser was wet and slime-streaked and shivering faintly in his sopping wet wool.
The paramedic crossed his arms. "That's what you'd say if you had a head wound."
But Fraser glared right back at him and stood his ground. "Pardon me, but I don't think so. In my experience, people with head wounds tend to say things like, 'Auuughabaca.' or possibly, 'The cheese is not my friend during sunset.'"
Ray put a possessive hand on the wet sleeve of Fraser's peacoat. "I'll keep an eye on him—"
"That's not necessary," Fraser retorted. "I'm fine."
"Except you could have pneumonia," Ray said gently. "Or, you know, the plague, because that water is filthy, Fraser. That ain't Purity Lake, Nunahobit—"
Fraser jerked his arm away irritably. "Where the hell is Nunahobit? It's not in Canada, I can tell you that," he said, and turned his back to Ray, staring instead out over the dingy green river.
Core Rewarming
akamine_chan again for making a del.icio.us folder for Due South Crack Van recommendations. I was pretty sure I would not be able to recommend any Cesperanza stories this month- in fact, it was the chore of figuring out if any of her stories were available to be recommended which started my daughter and me talking about making a searchable list; akamine_chan's solution was much more elegant and amazingly useful, and I'm pretty sure I would not be able to have much luck putting together twelve recommendations for this month without it.The story I most wanted to recommend, in fact, has not been previously recommended here. It's a spare, elegant, and emotionally convincing reminder that Benton Fraser is not Superman, no matter how cool he looks in his bright red suit.
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Kowalski/Fraser
Length: 25K
Author on LJ:
cesperanzaAuthor Website:Speranza's Fiction
Why this must be read:Because being Benton Fraser doesn't come free, no matter how easy he makes it look; sometimes seeing what other people don't see and doing what other people can't or won't takes its toll.
Excerpt:
A remaining paramedic seemed to be arguing with Fraser, who had gotten unsteadily to his feet, a thermal blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Ray drifted closer, wincing at the sound of sirens. Above them, the ambulance was pulling away.
"You could have a head wound," the paramedic was saying.
"Yes, I could, but I don't." Fraser raised his hands and scraped his wet hair away from his forehead—presumably to demonstrate that he didn't have a head wound. The river water left a gritty trail across his pale skin—jeez, Fraser looked terrible. Ray was used to seeing Fraser do stupid, incredible things and hardly mess up his suit, but now Fraser was wet and slime-streaked and shivering faintly in his sopping wet wool.
The paramedic crossed his arms. "That's what you'd say if you had a head wound."
But Fraser glared right back at him and stood his ground. "Pardon me, but I don't think so. In my experience, people with head wounds tend to say things like, 'Auuughabaca.' or possibly, 'The cheese is not my friend during sunset.'"
Ray put a possessive hand on the wet sleeve of Fraser's peacoat. "I'll keep an eye on him—"
"That's not necessary," Fraser retorted. "I'm fine."
"Except you could have pneumonia," Ray said gently. "Or, you know, the plague, because that water is filthy, Fraser. That ain't Purity Lake, Nunahobit—"
Fraser jerked his arm away irritably. "Where the hell is Nunahobit? It's not in Canada, I can tell you that," he said, and turned his back to Ray, staring instead out over the dingy green river.
Core Rewarming