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First One Thing, Then the Otter by alex51324 (PG-13)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser
Length: 13,100 words
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alex51324
Author Website: Alex's due South tag
Why this must be read: Oh golly, how to put this. Alex wrote this for Team Whimsy (whimsy, folks. Note that. It's important) in this past year's dS Match. Then we made her our queen and carried her above our heads on a silk pillow and gave her the very best of our snack foods, because that was the only possible rational response to this fic. First One Thing, Then the Otter is made of glee and flaily hands and things of great improbability that are nevertheless true and awesome. As Alex's summary says: When the guys find signs of a sea otter living in a Chicago pond, Fraser is strangely reluctant to investigate. Darn skippy, he is. And for very good reason. GLEE. FLAILY HANDS.
A few feet away from the corpse, there was a strange sort of mark on the edge of the pond. Sort of a wet, muddy…track type thing. Ray crouched down to look at it. Almost like the body had been in the water and then it got dragged out, except the body didn’t look like a floater. “Fraser, come look at this.”
Fraser came over. “At what, Ray?”
“This…thing.” He gestured at it. Too small to be left by the body. Maybe a leg, or something.
Fraser looked at it, a funny expression on his face. “Ah. I think you’ll find that’s unrelated to the, ah, the homicide.”
“How do you know? What is it?”
“It looks like an otter-slide.”
First One Thing, Then the Otter
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser
Length: 13,100 words
Author on LJ:
alex51324Author Website: Alex's due South tag
Why this must be read: Oh golly, how to put this. Alex wrote this for Team Whimsy (whimsy, folks. Note that. It's important) in this past year's dS Match. Then we made her our queen and carried her above our heads on a silk pillow and gave her the very best of our snack foods, because that was the only possible rational response to this fic. First One Thing, Then the Otter is made of glee and flaily hands and things of great improbability that are nevertheless true and awesome. As Alex's summary says: When the guys find signs of a sea otter living in a Chicago pond, Fraser is strangely reluctant to investigate. Darn skippy, he is. And for very good reason. GLEE. FLAILY HANDS.
A few feet away from the corpse, there was a strange sort of mark on the edge of the pond. Sort of a wet, muddy…track type thing. Ray crouched down to look at it. Almost like the body had been in the water and then it got dragged out, except the body didn’t look like a floater. “Fraser, come look at this.”
Fraser came over. “At what, Ray?”
“This…thing.” He gestured at it. Too small to be left by the body. Maybe a leg, or something.
Fraser looked at it, a funny expression on his face. “Ah. I think you’ll find that’s unrelated to the, ah, the homicide.”
“How do you know? What is it?”
“It looks like an otter-slide.”
First One Thing, Then the Otter
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