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Awareness by Blue Champagne, PG
Part of the richness of Due South canon is the extent to which Fraser is a goofball- a bit of a divine clown, but a clown nonetheless. He's not just a fish out of water in the big city, he's quite apparently, from the first scenes of the pilot, a strange fish in the small pond of the RCMP. Fics exploring his strangeness- contrasting his unique view of reality with that of us mere mortals- are one of my favorite Due South things. "Awareness," by Blue Champagne, compares Fraser and Ray Kowalski's differing reactions when they are dosed with a new drug, and Fraser's strangeness becomes even more especially weird.
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length:32 K
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: all Blue Champagne fics at Due South Archive
Why this must be read:Because Fraser's unique approach to his environment is drawn with precision and poignant humor, because the story is full of delights, from Ray's conversation with Welsh at the beginning through the wordless (wordless! Fraser!) investigations of the body of the story, through the terrifying knowingness of the final conversation.
With the help of the antihistamines, Ray felt much better, but was blurry and maybe a little too spaced to be looking after anyone else--his usual stuffy-head remedy was Sudafed, a decongestant rather than an antihistamine, and a whole different boat; it wasn't what was called for here--but Fraser didn't seem to need much looking after. He mostly wandered around the apartment, just looking at things, smiling to himself a little. He would occasionally pick things up and examine them closely, then suddenly turn around and stare thoughtfully at the desk or something else that Ray could see no connection at all to. He played staredown with Warpspeed for almost forty minutes while the turtle rested in his pond, though Fraser kind of cheated when he dropped some food into the terrarium and distracted the little guy. He checked the timer on the light--Warpspeed needed a certain amount from his special lamp every day--and moved on.
Finally, Ray, in front of the TV, drooling at an aged black-and-white that was likely making some old-timey director spin in his grave because it had been colorized, noticed Fraser actually examining the moldings, just as Welsh had said, and he said "Okay, I can't take it. Fraser, what do you see looking at all this stuff around here, what are you looking at?"
Fraser actually spoke, which he hadn't really been expecting, nor what Fraser said.
"You." Fraser gave him a sort of--for Fraser, which meant there was genuine affection in the expression--knowing smirk, and kept wandering around, looking, now making his way into the bathroom.
"You're lookin' at me in the bathroom?" Ray whispered, staring after him. He didn't expect an answer, nor get one.
Awareness
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length:32 K
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: all Blue Champagne fics at Due South Archive
Why this must be read:Because Fraser's unique approach to his environment is drawn with precision and poignant humor, because the story is full of delights, from Ray's conversation with Welsh at the beginning through the wordless (wordless! Fraser!) investigations of the body of the story, through the terrifying knowingness of the final conversation.
With the help of the antihistamines, Ray felt much better, but was blurry and maybe a little too spaced to be looking after anyone else--his usual stuffy-head remedy was Sudafed, a decongestant rather than an antihistamine, and a whole different boat; it wasn't what was called for here--but Fraser didn't seem to need much looking after. He mostly wandered around the apartment, just looking at things, smiling to himself a little. He would occasionally pick things up and examine them closely, then suddenly turn around and stare thoughtfully at the desk or something else that Ray could see no connection at all to. He played staredown with Warpspeed for almost forty minutes while the turtle rested in his pond, though Fraser kind of cheated when he dropped some food into the terrarium and distracted the little guy. He checked the timer on the light--Warpspeed needed a certain amount from his special lamp every day--and moved on.
Finally, Ray, in front of the TV, drooling at an aged black-and-white that was likely making some old-timey director spin in his grave because it had been colorized, noticed Fraser actually examining the moldings, just as Welsh had said, and he said "Okay, I can't take it. Fraser, what do you see looking at all this stuff around here, what are you looking at?"
Fraser actually spoke, which he hadn't really been expecting, nor what Fraser said.
"You." Fraser gave him a sort of--for Fraser, which meant there was genuine affection in the expression--knowing smirk, and kept wandering around, looking, now making his way into the bathroom.
"You're lookin' at me in the bathroom?" Ray whispered, staring after him. He didn't expect an answer, nor get one.
Awareness