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crack_van2008-08-20 03:34 pm
julia-here.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2008-08-20 03:34 pm
The Price of Distance by Nos4a2no9, NC-17
I keep being taken aback by the stories I've found that haven't been recommended here; I guess, with some of the recent ones, it's that they've made a big splash in the fandom, they're written by writers that everyone reads, and putting them here seems pointless. Only: I've been in this fandom a year and a half, and the way I've found a lot of my favorite stories is that somebody recommended them on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van when they were relatively new. Multi-fandom recs sites are incredibly useful for newbies, for people just getting into the fandom, maybe for people new to Live Journal or even to life online. And in the interest of those people getting to read the best stuff, I'm recommending a story that's new, and well known, and that people in dS fandom have almost certainly read. I've got other recs in my journal today which are maybe not so well known (a couple of them, anyway) but this story is so unutterably wonderful that I can't resist recommending it now.
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: 6,476 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nos4a2no9
Author Website: Out of Water
Why this must be read:Because Ray hurts so beautifully all the way from Bellingham to Prince George, and yet is alive to his surroundings, and to memory. Because I had a hell of a time not just quoting the whole story when I was looking for a teaser. Because sometimes one sees the possibility of a glacial advance wiping out the present as a good thing. Because sometimes pessimism is a shield against disappointment.
Ray keeps trying to remember exactly what Fraser looks like. He hates the way the days and weeks apart soften the edges of Fraser's face and change the curve of his lips or shift the exact shade of his blue-gray eyes to something easy to pin down, something ordinary, not at all like the stormy blue of Lake Michigan but more like the clear, perfect blue of an arctic morning. And this time...this time he'll only have a couple of days to get familiar with Fraser before they'll have to go their separate ways. He'll keep losing pieces of Fraser's face, until maybe someday Fraser himself will just be a dark blur framed by blue sky.
Back in the Goat, back on the road. Old Sex Pistols cassette buzzing in the deck because he can't get any station except the CBC on the radio, and damned if he's going to listen to the announcers drone on and on about stuff that he doesn't care about, stuff that doesn't matter. As the desert fades away and he falls into the rhythm of the highways, Ray's mind wanders. He hates this part of the trip because there's nothing to look at and nothing to think about except the mileage countdowns provided by the highway signs. 500km. 300km. 100km. And then he's cleared another town.
Price of Distance
crack_van when they were relatively new. Multi-fandom recs sites are incredibly useful for newbies, for people just getting into the fandom, maybe for people new to Live Journal or even to life online. And in the interest of those people getting to read the best stuff, I'm recommending a story that's new, and well known, and that people in dS fandom have almost certainly read. I've got other recs in my journal today which are maybe not so well known (a couple of them, anyway) but this story is so unutterably wonderful that I can't resist recommending it now. Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: 6,476 words
Author on LJ:
nos4a2no9Author Website: Out of Water
Why this must be read:Because Ray hurts so beautifully all the way from Bellingham to Prince George, and yet is alive to his surroundings, and to memory. Because I had a hell of a time not just quoting the whole story when I was looking for a teaser. Because sometimes one sees the possibility of a glacial advance wiping out the present as a good thing. Because sometimes pessimism is a shield against disappointment.
Ray keeps trying to remember exactly what Fraser looks like. He hates the way the days and weeks apart soften the edges of Fraser's face and change the curve of his lips or shift the exact shade of his blue-gray eyes to something easy to pin down, something ordinary, not at all like the stormy blue of Lake Michigan but more like the clear, perfect blue of an arctic morning. And this time...this time he'll only have a couple of days to get familiar with Fraser before they'll have to go their separate ways. He'll keep losing pieces of Fraser's face, until maybe someday Fraser himself will just be a dark blur framed by blue sky.
Back in the Goat, back on the road. Old Sex Pistols cassette buzzing in the deck because he can't get any station except the CBC on the radio, and damned if he's going to listen to the announcers drone on and on about stuff that he doesn't care about, stuff that doesn't matter. As the desert fades away and he falls into the rhythm of the highways, Ray's mind wanders. He hates this part of the trip because there's nothing to look at and nothing to think about except the mileage countdowns provided by the highway signs. 500km. 300km. 100km. And then he's cleared another town.
Price of Distance